Smart People Ch. 02

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“Martin?” Ella whispered, gently shaking his shoulder, “Martin!”

“What is it?” Martin answered, his headphones still on and eyes fixated on the laptop screen.

“I need help. My printer is… fucked up,” she said.

“Language!” Colin piped up quickly, then shrank back down into the game.

Fuck off, Ella thought.

“Yes, fine, I’ll be over in… about an hour,” Martin told her with no emotion in his voice whatsoever, ushering Ella out of the door.

When Ella got back into her apartment room, she immediately thought of what she could possibly do in an hour. Read? Eat? Play music? She got up and went over to her kitchen partition, thinking of what to cook as a light snack. She had her hair tied up, how she liked it. She seemed to think that having it down past her shoulders was boring. She hadn’t had it like that in over ten years, excluding during sleep.

She quickly whipped up a small omelet with tomatoes and ham pieces. She ate that and took a look at the clock. Half past nine. Martin should arrive at any minute.

Martin kept a close eye on the time on his laptop. Half past nine. You had better get off your arse and sort out Ella’s printer, he thought to himself. So he logged out of Star Wars, and said bye to Steven and casino şirketleri Colin over Skype, even though Colin was five metres away. He put his laptop away on his desk and left the room. He crossed the hallway and knocked on Ella’s door.

“It’s open!” came a voice from inside, obviously Ella’s.

As Martin entered Ella’s apartment, it occurred to him that he had never been in there before. He looked around and saw beanbags and colourful sofas. She had a faint pink lightshade and she left her bedroom door open allowing Martin’s eyes to view her spotty bedspread with different shades of pink and soft toys lined up along the bed.

Ella pointed to a rather well-dismantled printer. Several circuits were showing and other invisible problems were evidently inside. Martin took a quick look at it and began working, twisting screws and rewiring circuit boards to ensure the best results. Ella was sat on the large sofa, staring softly at Martin as he worked, twizzling her hair between her fingers.

“You shouldn’t have your hair like that,” Martin announced out of the blue, making Ella jump. He didn’t even look at her as he said it.

“What do you mean?” Ella replied. Martin sighed quietly and put down whatever it was he was holding. He paced over casino firmaları to Ella and kneeled down at her side. He was still very slightly taller than her. He leaned slightly forward and removed Ella’s hairband. Her glossy, dark ginger hair fell smoothly down past her shoulders bouncing very slightly as it reached its full length. It was not curly, nor was it straight, but almost wavy, how it had been since birth.

Martin smiled ever so lightly and Ella went a little red upon her face.

“Your printer’s done,” Martin said, unknowingly breaking ‘the moment’, of which he was obviously not familiar with.

“Thanks.”

Martin stood up and left the room. Once he had shut the door and Ella had heard him get back to his own apartment, she sighed loudly. Her body temperature had raised and her chest was a little flustered. She had never felt this before. Her last boyfriend was in the first year of high school, and she didn’t feel like this with him. I suppose back then, it was a game, she thought. But could she really have feelings for Martin?

The next morning, Colin woke up early as usual to maximise his time allowed in the bathroom. He had it until 8:00. Martin, until 10:00. After that it was open for use under no schedule.

Martin güvenilir casino drove Colin to Uni, as per usual. When they arrived and got into class, Professor Grant introduced a new student. She was about average size for a woman of 25, maybe slightly slimmer Her name was Olivia Davis and she had sleek dark brown (almost black) hair which ran down just past her shoulders similar to Ella’s, except it was completely straight. She had black-rimmed glasses similar to Colin’s and she had hazelnut brown eyes. She looked around the classroom nervously and sat down nine or ten places away from Colin’s desk. During class she raised her hand for every question asked, and Colin could see a potential threat to his fame. He battled for the right to answer questions with Olivia.

After the day had gone, and it was time to head back to the apartment, Olivia approached Colin, offering her hand for him to shake politely. She had a great big smile on her face as she spoke to Colin.

“Greetings, Colin!”

“Well, hello Olivia. You certainly put up noticeable resistance against my mind power during class today,” Colin replied, shaking Olivia’s hand firmly.

“You may call me Via, I liked the name and nobody got to call me Via in secondary or primary school, for my only real friend was the frog I let escape that was due for dissection.”

“Well met, Via,” Colin said. Via squeaked slightly as he said it. She left the scene and caught a bus home.

“What a friendly girl,” Colin said on the drive home.

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Private Lessons

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Ms. Michelle Lewis could hardly teach her Chemistry class as her body trembled and pussy dampened in her navy dress pants as she thought of her fellow teacher, Ms. Amelia Parks. The only “chemistry” she wanted at that time was with Amelia!

Amelia was in her mid-30’s and was the most beautiful woman Michelle had laid eyes on. Her long, straight, dark brown hair that laid over her back, deep, piercing aqua gems for irises, perky breasts, and toned ass drove Michelle wild but she dared not say anything. Amelia also would text her at random times to check on her, buy her gifts and cards on special occasions, and gave her teaching advice. She was always there for her when Michelle needed an ear or a shoulder to use as tissue. And the sentiments were mutual.

It was April and Amelia began teaching at Carlton High School the previous August. The two girls were inseparable as they chatted about fashion, guys, and TV while they went to lunch twirling spaghetti around their forks or crunching on lettuce in their salads.

Michelle wondered what she would think knowing another woman wanted to have sex with her? Maybe she had experience and could teach her a few things? Michelle had been with other women herself but was curious about this particular woman. None were quite like her.

But, if Amelia said no, what would that do to their friendship?

Michelle was saddened because the thought of making a move locked her up. She became frozen in ice every time the thought passed through her mind. She was a dozen years younger than Amelia and if she was into women, would she be into one her age?

Michelle and Amelia had another lunch date today and this would be the day Michelle made her desires known unlike the last 5 days she failed to do it! She was going to do it today because she was losing her mind!

“Okay, class,” Michelle said as she stood before six rows of desks with five students each, “study the Periodic Table as we will have a quiz first thing in the morning! There are thirty minutes left in class so use this time wisely!”

She zipped to her desk, plopped into her high back brown leather chair, and whipped her cell phone out of her handbag, which was stuffed into her desk drawer.

There was a text from her sexy friend and Michelle giggled to herself like a schoolgirl sitting in one of those desks in her classroom. She opened the message…

“I’m sorry. I can’t make lunch today. Something came up!”

Michelle’s giggles disappeared and she was filled with disappointment. Why did she cancel today? Today! No! She wanted to cry! This wasn’t happening!

Michelle texted back, “Why?” but no reply came back. Ugh.

She wasn’t going to let it go that easily but 30 minutes had to pass for lunch to come and when it did, she was going to get her answers.

She pulled out her compact mirror and checked herself for the hundredth time. Her full-tooth smile was shining and pearly white. Her hair was light brown, wavy, and pulled into a ponytail and her skin was lightly tanned. Her navy eye shadow that matched her pants was applied without flaw. Her little button nose was cute but no, wait was that a hair coming out of her nose? She was so paranoid she was seeing things that weren’t there.

She pinched her sides through her blouse and her legs as if to check her body fat percentage. She had some chub but not much. She stared at her brown sugar colored eyes in the mirror and sighed, hoping Amelia found her attractive.

When the bell rang for lunch, students flooded the halls. Michelle slithered through the hungry horde towards Amelia’s Geography class.

After navigating the maze of students, she found herself at her desire’s class where Amelia was startled when she looked up from her desk and noticed Michelle.

“Michelle! I didn’t expect to see you,” she said.

“Why not?” Michelle asked as she swayed her hips while entering her classroom. “Did you think I wouldn’t want to know why you cancelled on me?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t get a chance to text you back.”

Amelia was acting strangely and fidgeting and even a fool could have noticed. “Well, I’m here now. Do you want to talk about something?”

Amelia ran her fingers through her hair and avoided eye contact. “We can go to the teacher’s lounge.”

Not exactly what Michelle had in mind. There wouldn’t be much privacy to play if she accepted her proposal. Maybe that was the point.

“Uh, sure…” Michelle said lacking the excitement she was hoping to have.

They made the stroll down to end of the hall to the lounge. Michelle lagged behind a bit and watched her ass pushing against her black skirt. She wanted so much to see what her ass looked like without all that covering hiding it and imagined herself pulling down the zipper in the rear to do just that.

Her legs, cut and toned, partially covered by black boots, protruded from her skirt and Michelle could hardly divert her gaze from them.

Amelia walked with such casino şirketleri grace and confidence but that was only part of the reason Michelle was so nervous and her tummy was grinding. What did Amelia want to discuss?

When they entered the lounge, an air conditioned chill swirled around them. There were some ragged, brown and burnt orange couches and a round wooden coffee table in the middle. In a small room in the rear were drink and snack machines, a refrigerator, and a microwave. There were a few staff members passing through but none seemed too focused on the ladies as they lowered themselves to one of the sofas and faced each other.

Being this close to Amelia had Michelle so aroused and her nipples hardened, which could have been seen through her blouse if someone looked hard enough. She tugged on her top button ever so innocently with trembling fingers to open that blouse a little more and reveal more of the curve of her tits that wanted to leap out. She noticed Amelia’s gaze drop for a moment but it was quick as she returned to Michelle’s eyes.

“So, um, what I wanted to talk about was…” Amelia began but she swallowed hard and choked.

“What is it, hon?” Michelle asked as she was crumbling to dust but trying to keep it together. Her natural and tantalizing sweet aroma made her want to taste her skin, her lips.

Amelia lowered her tone to just over a whisper. “Well, I know what you want but I don’t think I can. I’ve only ever been with guys, you know. We can stay friends, though.”

Amelia twirled some of her hair around a finger and shifted her eyes in all directions.

Michelle’s emotions twisted up. Was she that obvious? She never made a move! Was it how she looked at Amelia? How she touched her legs when they talked?

She sighed and fought tearing up as best she could. There was some uncertainty in Amelia’s body language and she clung to the hope she could convince her that some girl/girl fun was not only okay but a wonderful thing.

“We have such a great connection that I thought we would be great as more than friends. You’re beautiful and I like you a lot, Amelia.”

Amelia’s jade green eyes shifted upward and aside again as if some part of her was considering it.

Michelle stroked Amelia’s thigh and Amelia nervously laughed. “Ha, you mean you find this older lady attractive?”

“Older?” Michelle scoffed as she slid her cotton-like hand over her legs. “You’re still in your 30’s and you hardly have a wrinkle! Besides, we’re like the same person.”

Amelia grabbed her hand like she was about to move it but Michelle kept caressing her legs and her resistance was melting. “I’ll have to, um, think about it.”

Michelle leaned closer, squinted, and spoke in her bedroom voice. “You enjoy being touched all over like this.” She traced the tips of her fingers over Amelia’s arms, surely causing the tiny hairs to stand up. “And this…” Michelle massaged her legs up to her skirt’s edge and slid her hand under her it to her mid-thigh.

When Michelle’s ears captured the squeak of the door’s hinges, she withdrew her hand, barely brushing her skin as she did.

Amelia sucked in a deep breath and hopped to her feet. “I, um, have to do something important!”

She walked over to the doorknob and grabbed it but glanced back at Michelle.

Michelle nibbled on a fingernail and smiled at her. Her blood was hot and racing and she wanted Amelia like right then!

Amelia shot back a half-grin as she left but that was it. Michelle sighed.

A couple of hours after school, Michelle was still at her desk in her empty class grading papers in red ink. Her pussy was raging with arousal, heated, and soaked from thinking about Amelia and how she knew she wanted to play with her. Her eyes all but said it and she was certain her lips would follow.

Michelle dropped her pen and surveyed the room. The door was closed and her desk was in the corner across the room. She was overflowing with so much arousal that she had to do something about it and couldn’t wait any longer!

She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants revealing her dark blue panties. She slid a couple of fingers in and when she brushed her pussy through the satin, she wanted to explode. She rubbed herself with more intensity, tossed her head back, and quietly moaned.

Her legs filled with sexual intensity and tightened. She spun her fingers faster and her eyelashes fluttered.

She was imagining pressing her lips to Amelia’s and twirling their tongues together. She would rub and squeeze her breasts, caress her tummy, play with her pussy, and grope her ass.

Michelle slid her pants down a little more, just halfway to her knees, and pushed her panties lower to join them, which released an aroma of sexual sweetness. She slid her fingers over her clit and pussy and back up again. She rubbed herself like this again and she was squirming in her seat.

She fingered herself and her juices sloshed within her casino firmaları and coated her digits. She fucked herself and moved her digits in circles. She pulled them out and went in deep, pulled out again, and in once more. She massaged her clit with her thumb and looked at the ceiling.

She was driving closer and closer to orgasm and was breathing in quick, short gasps. She squeezed her breasts and twiddled a nipple as she continued giving attention to her clit.

Her face was damp from the heat and she was reaching the climax when the creaking of the door caused her moment to crash and she whimpered and slapped the papers on her desk!

She scrambled to get her panties and pants back up and straighten her blouse as her visitor revealed himself.

Principal Marshall, and his slender frame, marched into the room. Michelle found his clean cut brown hair, facial scruff, and charm quite likeable, and he was quite single, but she had someone else on her mind this day.

She picked at the pen and took it between her fingers. She looked as though she was still grading papers.

He approached her desk but her head was lowered over the papers while she was moving the pen and whistling.

Mr. Marshall stopped short of her. “Ms. Lewis, I can only dream that most teachers are dedicated like you but you really should go home. I promise not to get mad.”

Michelle shrugged, smiled, and kept grading papers. “I can’t help it. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else!”

Mr. Marshall snatched the pen and her eyes bucked and mouth dropped.

“It’s Thursday. Go home and decide what you’re going to do for the weekend. That wasn’t advice or a suggestion, Ms. Lewis.”

“Oh, alright,” she said as she pushed away from the desk and wrapped Mr. Marshall in an embrace. “I guess I should thank you for saving me from myself. I’ll go as soon as I use the ladies’ room.”

Mr. Marshall released her breathtaking squeeze. “Someone has to save you. Might as well be me. See you tomorrow.”

Mr. Marshall left the room.

Michelle found herself grinning nonstop from an idea she had but she couldn’t obey him—not yet.

She stood in front of the window behind her desk. The sun surrounded by yellow, orange, and red-orange hues was headed beneath the horizon but she had to stay.

Beneath her was Amelia running track with the team she coached in her gray, cotton Carlton High school shirt, black shorts, and ankle socks with running shoes. Watching her sweat, her hair flying in the wind, was beyond sexy and still teetering on the edge of sexually bursting, she had to have her. Amelia may have been the women’s track coach but Michelle was intent on being coached on other things.

Michelle’s steps pitter-pattered to the first floor and she ran out back.

By the time she got there, the students were dispersing signifying the end of practice and Amelia was headed for the locker room in the basement.

Michelle followed her past the benches and lockers to her office.

She realized how this must have looked, like she was obsessed with fucking Amelia, but if she hadn’t sensed a flicker of interest, she wouldn’t be doing this.

Amelia happened to allow Michelle to borrow her pink comb. She had to give it back, right? It was a good a time as any…

Michelle’s heart was racing wildly as she leaned against the doorway. Amelia’s athletic frame was damp, her shirt was sweat-stained, and she had a light feminine musk about her.

The office was little more than an oak desk and dull gray concrete walls with cracks in them. There was a way Michelle thought they could liven up the room!

Michelle cleared her throat loud enough for Amelia to hear.

Amelia whipped her head around. “Michelle. I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I had a pile of papers to grade. If I took them home, I would have fallen asleep and that same pile would be staring at me again tomorrow.”

Amelia sat on her desk and scooted back. “I understand that. I usually have the same dilemma.”

Michelle walked in and extended her comb. “I had to give you this, too.”

Amelia smiled as she took it and laid it next to her on the desk. “Um, hum. Is that all you wanted?”

Michelle could feel that rush again between her legs.

Her voice cracked. “N…no, unless you wanted something?”

Amelia shook her head in the positive. “I did. Close the door.”

Michelle was bouncing for joy inside. Was it really about to happen? She always wanted her alone and she got it! She was hoping by some miracle Amelia would just take her and all would be well.

She tried to keep her joy from spilling out. “Okay.”

Michelle pushed the door closed and stood in front of Amelia. She was about to cream herself.

Amelia folded her arms over her body. Michelle could feel a bit of a coldness emitting from her and that drained her excitement quite a bit.

Amelia crossed her legs but was touching her neck güvenilir casino and arms. “Listen, Michelle, I was hoping we could just stay friends. I think sex with you would be kind of weird.”

Michelle eased closer to see how Amelia would react and she didn’t move!

“We would still be friends. Who said we had to stop because we had some fun together?” she said as she kept moving in and walking sexily. “I can tell you want me and it’s okay. Relax and let it happen. You might like it.”

Michelle tried to uncross her legs but she wouldn’t budge.

Amelia’s cheeks flushed. “Michelle, I’ve been running! I, um, need to shower!”

“Oh, I like you just the way you are,” Michelle said as she leaned towards Amelia with her hands running all over her legs. She glanced at her lips and back to her eyes. Amelia was smiling wide with nervousness but she didn’t pull away when Michelle brought her lips closer to hers.

Amelia said, “I don’t think we sh…”

Michelle cut her off with a kiss! Amelia gasped but didn’t kiss her back at first. Michelle kissed her again and again and Amelia smooched her back! Michelle rested her hand on her neck and they shared a long, deep kiss that eventually had them purring together.

They detached as their breaths escaped them.

“What were you trying to say?” Michelle asked.

“I don’t remember…” Amelia said with a sigh. “Until I figure it out, can we do that again?”

“You mean you really want to…” Michelle started to say but Amelia cupped her face and kept further words from escaping her with another blazing smooch.

Jolts of powerful surges shot from Michelle’s lips, sped throughout her, and she fell into the kiss while caressing Amelia’s legs again. Amelia’s legs uncrossed and even parted a little.

Michelle kissed her slowly as to savor each kiss and to take in how wonderful she felt. She pressed her lips a little harder and tightened a grip on Amelia’s hips.

When they pulled away again, it was like steam was rising from their lips.

“Ooh, that was amazing. You’re such a great kisser,” Amelia said as she spun Michelle so her back was to her.

Michelle looked back to make eye contact. “So are you, mmm. We don’t have to do this if you still don’t want to.”

“You talk too much sometimes you know that?” Amelia said as she kissed her from behind her ear and over her neck while cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples.

Amelia let Michelle’s hair down and ran her fingers through it. Michelle tossed her head back and she kissed her neck again, under her chin, and she stopped on her lips. They kissed again and Michelle’s skin was sizzling.

Amelia dragged her hand through the opening in Michelle’s blouse, which brushed over her breasts. She kept going lower, over her tummy, and Michelle awaited her touch over her pussy, which she rubbed in circles through her pants. Michelle gasped and cried out.

Michelle ran her hands over Amelia’s legs and back up. They were firm and slick from perspiration but Amelia’s sounds of joy indicated she must have liked it.

Amelia found the last button on Michelle’s blouse and loosened it followed by the next one up and the next until her tits covered by her bra came free. She felt a chill. Michelle wasn’t believing this—she was about to have sex with Amelia!

Amelia left kisses over her neck to her spine and lifted her blouse to kiss through the indention in her back while brushing over her love handles to hug her around the waist. Michelle was losing it, little by little, the more she touched her.

Amelia pushed Michelle forward a bit as her touch stopped at the zipper on the back of her pants.

She pulled the zipper low. Amelia kissed the skin above her panties and held it. She grasped her pants, pulled them down, and leaned back.

After a few moments, Michelle figured she was checking her out.

She could feel her lips brush her ear and she whispered, “You have a nice little ass.” Amelia gave it a spank and a rough grope.

Michelle said, “Mmm, yes, spank it.”

Amelia obliged and gave her another spank. “I have to have you now.”

Amelia pulled off Michelle’s blouse and threw it on the floor. She unclasped her bra, tugged it off her shoulders, and dropped it to join her top.

Michelle spun around and they kissed again.

Amelia soon detached and kissed to her right breast and kissed over it, too, and approached her nipple, which was erect, surrounded by her light brown areola. She held it and flicked the tip of her moist tongue over it. Michelle drew a sharp breath and waited for more attention.

Amelia flicked a few more times before licking it in a frenzy, twirling her tongue and then giving her nipple a little nibble and a harder bite, before sucking hard.

Michelle said, “Ooohhh, yessss, like that, baby, yeesss…”

Amelia kneaded her other breast while still sucking and pulled her lips away to make a smacking sound before taking it between her teeth gently and flicking it again.

Amelia dragged her licker over to her other tit and fed it to herself. She clamped her lips onto its nipple and sucked and tugged on it as a hand dropped and grabbed her pussy.

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Daddy plays with Krystal

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I walk into the room, Krystal is wearing the pink dress I layed out. She looks ravishing with her brunette hair down, and some cleavage showing from her 44D breasts. Her figure has just enough curves to keep you warm at night but keep that dress looking perfect on her. She has an ass that makes you want to smack it, hard. She may be 22, but looks younger and acts older. “Who am I, baby girl?”

“You’re my daddy,” Krystal says. I look her over and smile. Knowing she’s nervous by the goosebumps on her arms.

When we arrive at the dinner for my job, I kiss her and caress her boobs through her dress. “Later you are mine, baby girl!”

At the dinner, when prompted how Krystal knows me, she responds, “he’s my dad” as I put my hand on her leg move it up her thigh. I slowly go to her pussy and finger her. She squirms and I quit. Licking my finger as I wink at her.

Near the end of the night I get an award. Soon after we both leave and head to my place. casino şirketleri In the car I tell Krystal to lift her dress, and I finger her pussy again seeing how wet she is. I smile, “good girl, when we get home undress and silently wait for me on the bed.”

Krystal undresses and gets on the bed. Getting wetter with each passing minute. When I walk in I get the vibrator out putting it in her soaked pussy grinning, “no cumming until I tell you to!” Krystal moans and I tell her in a stern voice “no!”

“Please daddy! I need to cum! I’m so close!” Krystal begs as I look at her with a grin.

I urge her to wait as I undress and get on the bed… taking the vibrator out and shoving my dick in, hearing krystal gasp, “Now!” Krystal cums hard around my dick. I start working my way in and out slowly as her body stops shaking.

“Daddy, that feels so good! Fuck me harder!” I do as she asks and nibble on her neck to her right breast biting her erect nipple casino firmaları softly at first the harder, then going to the next nipple. I suck it. Making Krystal moan… “Daddy, I’m getting close again!” I start fucking her faster, harder, slamming into her pussy with each thrust. Making her scream out daddy as she cums again. With one last thrust I cum deep in her pussy, grunting. I leisurely pull out and lay down next to her.

“Good girl” I say as I lean over, kissing her lips pinching her nipples. Then, trailing down her body getting juices from her pussy on your finger, I place it in her mouth and say “next is Daddy’s cock!”

I lead her to the shower and turn it on. Letting Krystal step in first and then me. She looks at me as I smile down at her. She gets on her knees and looks up at me licking her lips. She licks the tip and then starts putting the tip in her mouth. Then, she starts to suck up and down my shaft. She slowly gets faster as she grabs güvenilir casino my balls in her hand squeezing so lightly. She starts to slow down, as she sucks then speeds up, taking my whole length in her mouth and throat. She squeezes my balls again and I cum deep in her throat, grabbing her hair, holding her head in place until the last drop goes down her throat.

Standing up we both clean each other up. I wash her hair for her, and she washes my back. Once we both are done, we both get out and dry off. Heading to bed naked, cuddling up next to each other.

The next morning I wake, kissing her forehead. She looks over at me smiling. I take my hand and caress her cheek and move it down to her breast. Pinching her nipple, then her other nipple. I get on top of her smiling as I push my dick slowly in her. I enjoy it today, letting myself go deeper inch by inch. Once all the way in I start going in and out slowly. As Krystal starts to moan I begin to move faster. Thrusting harder and harder into her soaked pussy. I moan her name as we both cum together.

I kiss Krystal before she gets up to get ready for work. When she’s done, I lean in for one more kiss. “Have a great day at work, baby girl!”

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Prison Bitch Ch. 02

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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After being caught stealing a quarter of a million dollar necklace from a high end jewelry store, I landed myself 5 years in a woman’s prison. I was scared but excited; I had heard so many stories about prison life for women. I had always been curious about experiences with women in the sexual department, but had never had a chance to act on those curiosities. I was about to find out what sex with a woman was like and I was very excited about the opportunity.

Jones and Lucas led me out of the shower area and down toward the cell area. Every time a door opened and closed, it made this awful sound of no turning back. What had I done? What had possessed me to steal that necklace and end up here in prison? Was this what I wanted? I was about to find out.

The cell area of the prison was cold and my nipples went immediately erect. Without a bra or panties on, in the thin jumper that they provided me with, it wasn’t hard to feel a chill in all of my sexual places. I carried my bedding as we walked through the cell block. I could feel eyes on me as we passed the cells in the cell block. There were all kinds of cat calls, whoops and whistles as I walked through what would become my home for the next few years.

The guards led me down a corridor that branched off from the main thoroughfare. It was a little more private than the main walkway; only four cells on this branched off corridor. As we approached the last cell on the row, I saw a woman standing at the door of the cell and my mouth dropped. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She couldn’t possibly be Sherri? She couldn’t possibly be the “tough girl” that the other guards were talking about? She had a devious smile on her face and the look in her eyes told me that maybe she was the one.

“You got a new roommate, Sherri,” Jones said. “The Boss says that you are to take care of her. And don’t forget what will happen if you don’t do what the Boss says this time, you little whore! The Boss says if anything happens to this hot little cunt, he will come down hard on you, harder than he ever has before.”

They radioed the control room to open the cell door. The door opened and they escorted me into the cell. My eyes got huge when I entered the cell. I had seen some of the things in this cell in magazines, but never in real life. They led me to the bunk and seeing that Sherri’s stuff was occupying the bottom bunk, I set my stuff on the top bunk and turned around. My nipples were still very erect and I could feel the cum from the guards dripping out of my pussy and ass and soaking my jumper.

Jones turned and looked at me and said, “Tonight may be the longest night of your life. Your first night in a woman’s prison, your first night in a prison cell and your first night in a cell with Sherri may just test your strength and stamina. Sherri has been assigned to you and she may resent you for that at first. It depends on how much you want to be protected from the scum in this place on how well Sherri will protect you. Think twice before doing anything stupid. With as hot as you are, you will need protection. Consider this your one and only warning. For the next 1,827 days, you will get no more warnings from us nor will you get any sympathy from the guards here. Good luck!” With that, the guards turned, walked out and radioed the door to be shut and locked.

Sherri was standing in the corner by the bars and was glaring at me. “Listen here you little cunt, you have a lot to learn about prison life. I am here to teach you the ropes and I am not happy about it. I have no choice but to do what they want when it comes to protecting you, but you will pay your dues to me. First thing that you need to know is this room has come to me by doing a lot of favors for a lot of people. These things are mine and I will use them as I see fit. You will not touch these things without permission first.”

I looked around the room at all of the accessories that adorned the cell. There were whips and chains and leather abounding in the room. All things that I thought were not allowed in a prison cell. “I have been here a long time sweetie and I get just about anything that I want. I will be here a long time and I have been the only inmate in this section of the prison for the last ten years. No other inmates are even allowed down this corridor. I pretty much own the place and I like it that way. So, no little cunt is going to come in here and think that she automatically gets the top bunk.”

I must have looked surprised with that comment. Sheepishly I said, “I assumed that seeing that you had the bottom bunk, I would occupy the top. I will sleep on the bottom, if that is what you want. I don’t want to make any enemies here, especially of my cell mate.”

“Well, first of all, never assume anything here or with me. You will only get yourself into trouble. Second of all, I never said anything about you sleeping casino şirketleri on the bottom, either. Until you have proven yourself worthy, you will sleep on the floor in the corner of the cell. You have a lot to prove before you deserve a bunk.”

I looked over in the corner of the cell and there was a thin bed roll laying there. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have to sleep on the floor for my first night in a prison cell. I looked at Sherry with the biggest puppy dog eyes that I could muster. “Please Sherri; don’t make me sleep on the floor. I will do anything to be able to sleep on the bunk! Absolutely anything you want me to do!” With the sound of despair, I allowed myself to look up at her for the first time since entering the cell. She had the same sort of jumpsuit on that I had, but it was black and made out of rayon of some sort. She had on these platform heels that were to die for. Her hair was long and flowing and brunette and was coiffed to the nines. She had make-up on and her nails were done nicely with slut red polish. She was hot.

She reached out and slapped my face and said, “Don’t you ever make eye contact with me unless given permission to do so, do you understand, bitch?”

My head was reeling from the slap and I said, “I am sorry, Sherri, please forgive me?”

“And don’t ever address me by my first name, you little slut! To you, I am Mistress and nothing else. You will obey me or you will be punished. Now, was that ‘anything’ I heard you say?”

My gaze went to the floor and I made a mental note not to do anything that would anger her. My cheek was throbbing and I spoke to the floor, “Yes, Mistress, I will do anything, not to sleep on the floor tonight, please?”

“That’s good to hear, you little cunt! I will make you do things that you never imagined could be done to you. And you will do them without hesitation and without a whimper. If I catch you not doing something or hesitating in doing it, I will punish you as I see fit. For the next three months you are going to be my little sex slave, my little sex toy and you will do who I want, when I want, and like it! Now, I am sure that the guards gave you a thorough exam in the shower area but I will want to further explore your holes to make sure there is nothing that they might have missed. Get your stuff off of my bunk and I want you out of your jumpsuit, NOW!!!”

Without looking up at here, with my head bowed in submission, I took my bedding off of the top bunk and went to lay it by the bed roll. I started to unbutton my jumper and heard her behind me doing something with the apparatus on the wall. She was much taller than I, at about 5’9″ and it didn’t take any effort for her to unlock the shackles that were bolted into the wall. I slipped out of my jumper and turned to look at her feet. I could see that she had also stripped and was now only wearing her shoes. I glanced up at her breasts and was immediately excited. She had about 36D cup tits and her nipples were pierced with silver hoops and there was a chain connecting them. I couldn’t wait to be able to suck on those hot nipples, if that was an option, in the future. I quickly looked up while she was still facing the wall and got another look of her arsenal of bondage devices. It was quite an impressive collection and one that any dominatrix would die for. She turned around and caught me glancing at her collection and smiled, mischievously.

“Come here you little cunt, I want to take a look at what I have to work with.” I walked over to her with my head bowed and she snapped a leather and chain adorned collar around my neck. “This will prove to the other inmates that you are my property and to keep their hands off. Every bitch I have trained in this facility has had a moment or two in this collar. Now get over here.” With that, she led me over to the wall by the hook in my collar and pushed me up against the cold concrete blocks. She lifted my hands over my head and shackled my wrists to the cuffs in the wall. I had to stand on my tippy toes in order for the cuffs to reach me and thought this might be painful in the next few minutes. I had no idea.

There I was completely immobile and exposed. I thought to myself, I might as well get used to this as it seems to be an ongoing thing here. I was afraid to say anything, even a remote whimper as she turned around and I could see the back of her. She had a very nice tight ass with a tattoo above her crack that was awesome, very sexy. She grabbed something off of the table beside her bed that I couldn’t see. She turned around and came over to me. She lifted my chin so that I had to look up and said, “Listen here, you do the things that I say, when I say them and you won’t get hurt. I like to be obeyed and I will reward you for the good things that you do. However, you are not to be rewarded yet, only when you have done something super well, will you be rewarded. Understand?”

I nodded my head yes and she smiled, a sadistic looking smile, but nonetheless casino firmaları a smile. She brought her hand from around her back and then I saw what she had, a ball gag. She placed it over my lips and I opened my mouth quickly, for fear that she might hit me again. Sherri tied that ball gag around my head and then leaned closer to my ear and whispered; “Now the fun begins. The gag is to prevent any of the guards coming back here to check on us. Play nice and I will give you an extra pad to sleep on for the night.”

She took my tit in her hand and started to squeeze my big 38DD tit in her right hand. With her left hand, she took two of her fingers and shoved them deep into my pussy. I let out a grunt but it was grunt of surprise and excitement at the same time. I was still filled with guard cum and mixed with my own juices that had started flowing as soon as I became naked. I was wet and her fingers slid right in without hesitation. “Your pussy seems a little bit engorged and swollen; they must have had a good time with you down there. I can feel the guard’s cum mixed in with your juices and it does feel good. I’ll bet your ass is soaked with their cum, as well.”

She took her fingers out of my cunt and shoved them in my ass. My ass was a little sore from the fucking I had gotten earlier, but it was still soaked with cum so her fingers went in easily. She pumped her fingers in and out of my ass a couple of times and I started to squirm a little bit. “You like it in the ass, don’t you, you little slut?” I nodded my head yes and she started going deeper and harder. With every stroke into my ass, she was stroking my g-spot from behind. It was feeling awesome and I started to moan. My ass was grinding and pushing against her fingers with every stroke. I was getting hotter. Being shackled to the wall, on my tip toes and being fucked in the ass by this gorgeous Mistress, I was close to cumming. She must have been able to sense it because she started pumping faster and harder. “I can’t believe that your ass is so tight and so responding. Are you going to cum for me you little cunt?”

I nodded my head and with the next up stroke, she added another finger. I had three of her fingers in my ass and she was fucking me like a little whore. I was in heaven. After about a minute of her fucking my ass with three fingers, I started to clinch my ass muscles and pussy muscles and needed release. I came with a vengeance and squirted all over her arm. She withdrew her fingers quickly and turned me around and slapped my ass, hard. I whimpered underneath the ball gag and she smacked my ass again. “You fucking little whore, I will tell you when you can cum and only when you can cum.” She turned me around and lifted my chin to look at her. “Do you understand? I am in control here and you are only to be gratified when I say so.” I nodded my head yes and she reached back down to my pussy. “Now, let’s try this again. I will tell you when you are to release and if you do so before I tell you that you can, you will be punished.”

She started rubbing my hard little clit with two of her fingers. Making nice little circles all around my clit and then she reached up and pinched my left nipple. She just kept circling my clit until my hips started swaying to her touch. She was trying to make me cum, I just knew it. I also knew that I could cum at any second, right now. I bit into the ball that was stuffed into my mouth and tried not to cum. She then took her two fingers and slid them inside my cunt deeply and hit that little spot that turns sex into magic. I started writhing in the shackles and my pussy muscles started tightening. I was biting the ball gag as hard as I could when she said to me, “If you cum right now, you fucking slut, I will leave you to hang there the rest of the evening, until dinner time. You better think long and hard about not cumming, no matter what I do to you.”

As soon as she said that, she leaned over and bit the nipple of my left breast. It was sticking out hard and erect because she had been pinching it. The bite almost took me over the edge but it was so hard with her fucking my cunt with her fingers like she was. With every up stroke, she hit my spot and made me quiver, made my pussy muscles tighten even more. She moved to my right tit and clamped down, hard enough to make me jump. She laughed and said, “How much more do you think you can take?” With that comment, she reached around me and slid two fingers into my ass. She started fucking my ass and fucking my pussy at the same time. I was in ecstasy like I had never been before. I have had guys before do the same thing, but with this gorgeous woman fucking me like she was I didn’t know how much more I could stand.

While I was still lingering on that thought, she turned her pussy hand so that she could rub my clit with her thumb. That was it! I wouldn’t be able to last another thirty seconds like that. Just then she said, “Okay, you little slut, cum for me! I want you to cum like a whore!” She was pumping güvenilir casino fingers in and out of my ass and my cunt with the same motion and rubbing my clit with that thumb of hers. She bit my left nipple and then my right and I couldn’t stand it any more. My hips bucked forward and I came like the whore that I felt like I was. The entire orgasm lasted about two minutes and I didn’t think that I was going to be able to withstand any more arousal.

She leaned up and withdrew her hands from my body. She looked completely satisfied that she had taken me over the edge. In fact, she almost looked smug. She turned around and took a pillow off of the bunk and threw it on the floor right in front of me. I was still recovering from that orgasm that she had put me through and I knew that my body was real sensitive at the moment. It would not take much to get me off again. Sherri must have known that and used it to her advantage. She knelt down in front of me and looked up into my eyes. “Now, you are going to learn what you will need to do for me in a little bit when I let you down from those shackles.” My breathing was still a little labored and my legs were quivering, standing on my tip toes. “Has my little sex slave ever eaten pussy?”

I shook my head no and tried to look concerned. “Well, you are going to have to learn and I am about to give you your first lesson.” Being very careful, she took one of my legs and swung it up over her shoulder and did the same to the other leg. At least there was some relief to my toes and calves. She then took her arms and put them around my legs and spread my pussy lips apart so that I was wide open. “I like your shaved little pussy and I hope you taste as good as you look. I am going to eat your pussy like no man has ever done and I want you to cum all over my face. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head yes with anticipation. As I said before, I had never been with a woman but was very curious about it. I have heard that they eat pussy better than men because it is natural to know what a woman wants. With my pussy lips spread wide open, she leaned into my pussy and began to lick. With the first lick, I kind of jumped and then realized that this was the most awesome thing that I had ever felt between my legs. She licked circles around my clit and moved down toward my awaiting cunt. When she stuck her tongue in, I lost all rational thought. She fucked my cunt with that tongue for a good five minutes and I loved every minute of it. Then she moved from my cunt to my asshole and began to lick that too. When she stuck her tongue into my asshole, my whole body shivered. She licked all the way back up to my clit and began to concentrate on my hard as a rock clit. First, flicking it with her tongue and then taking my entire hard clit into her lips and sucked. She began to give me head just like I would have sucked on a cock. Moving her head back and forth over my clit just like she was giving a blow job, she could sense that I was close once again.

While she was sucking on my clit and the orgasm inside of me was building, she began to flick her tongue across it faster than any man has ever licked my clit. The orgasm was building and I was about to cum when she sucked my clit into her mouth and it felt like a vacuum cleaner had attached itself to my clit. Her suction was so strong that I was cumming in a matter of seconds. I filled her mouth with my juices and could feel the wetness spray all over her cheeks as well. I came hard and she still had not taken her mouth off of my clit. In fact, I think she started sucking harder. I was going to black out from an orgasm for the first time in my life. I didn’t think I could handle one more and here she was not letting go of my clit. Then she took her right arm from around my leg and shoved three fingers deep in my cunt. She fucked me hard with her fingers and that was it, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My pussy muscles tightened around her fingers as she kept fucking me for all she was worth. I sprayed my juices, once again, all over her cheeks and into her mouth. She was latched onto my clit with a vengeance and still fingering my cunt. Within seconds, a third rush came to the surface and I came harder than the first two combined. Not only did it fill her mouth, but my juices were sprayed all over her nice round tits, also.

That was the last thing I remember for about twenty minutes. I did black out from ecstasy and when I came to; she had unshackled me and laid me on my bed roll. I opened my eyes and she was kneeling beside me and pulling my hair from my face, tenderly. “I am glad you are back with me. I was getting ready to call the guards right before you opened your eyes. You are one hot little slut and I find it amazing that you can squirt your cum like you do. I have had a lot of female lovers and have never had one do that to me. You filled my mouth with a lot of your juice and boy do you have one tasty pussy. I will have more of that later tonight, after lights out. Dinner is in about an hour and you have performed well, my little sex slave. I will give you this time to rest and get dressed for dinner. You may be in a bunk sooner than any other slave that I have been given in the last ten years. I like that about you.”

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Kayla – The Skybound Ebony Ch. 04

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It was sudden. Jonathan felt warm soft skin behind his head push him toward Kayla. Her right hand palmed it like a big, delicate, doll head. The bumps of the bones of her long phalanges were apparent to him at the same time her fingers grasped the back half of his head carefully. And just like that, the push brought his mouth in contact with her lips.

Thick, fat and pillowy, he pressed in. Her mouth, including the upper diameter of her lips, could easily cover from the very bottom of his nose to the bottom of his chin. Jonathan placed his arms around her neck and her back. He played with the hair at the top of the neck, softly pushing her hair against the grain. The kiss that had started as a simple wetting of the lips had by now transformed into tongue play. Jonathan started by trying to dart his in her’s, until Kayla began to reciprocate: pushing back with her own, Kayla’s massive tongue slowly prodded out. Jonathan very quickly realized how the tip of it easily filled the opening of his mouth. More and more, the warm bumpy mass pushed in, like a forceful intrusion. Kayla moaned loudly. This feeling of complete dominance and control was now turning her on. Jonathan felt the vibration of her voice echo all the way through his mouth, subtly vibrating his ribcage. The front of his pants where now obviously constrained by his rising erection. His mouth was full, his instincts on the verge of precipice between choking and wanting to take even more of her tongue in. In this moment, he felt like he could give himself to her fully, as her moans captured his soul, and then perhaps turning around and finding a way to pleasure her to a complete and utter orgasm. An orgasm that would see her become even more than she is.

Jonathan took hold with his right hand of the fat nipple brushing against his waist. He realized that while she had positioned herself over him, in his layed down position, his feet only reached the top of her knees. He slowly grinded his own mid section, in a slow, steady pace, against any skin of her he had access to. Kayla had no filter: her moans were constant, and her hand not holding Jonathan to her face was busy massaging her now erect clitoris. She pushed her tongue in and out in rhythm as her waist moved back and forth against her fingers. Her and Jonathan were now in sync. His soft presses on the now hard nipple kept sending wave after wave of this sinking feeling all over her body. Not more than a few minutes past, and a sudden rush of lubricant erupted from inside her labia. Kayla pulled back and screamed. She sat down further, her legs around Jonathan that was now quickly removing his shirt, the way an overexcited person would. The torrent of lubricant washed over his legs for a few seconds, similar in strength to the previously broken shower head.

“Fuck yes!” yelled Kayla. As her orgasm died down, kayla rose on her knees, facing a dumbfounded Jonathan still on the floor. Just a few spaces in front of him stood the plump lips of Kayla’s labia. Again, Kayla’s soft palm found himself behind his head. He barely had time to notice before she pushed his head forward, plunging the bottom of his face inside warm, humid skin.

As Jonathan’s face found itself mashed against the inner hole of her genitals, he grabbed as much of her as he could, and found his arms barely able to reach to the back of her posterior. His forehead could feel the pressure from Kayla’s rigid overinflated clitoris. Her moans echoed through the ravaged room, and for Jonathan, it felt like every grind, every push casino şirketleri brought him slightly farther in. His tongue was frantically trying to please the small curves and wrinkles it could find. “Oh! Careful, I’m…” exhaled Kayla between two cries. The walls of her labia seemed to pulse, and more of Kayla’s lubricant was now coming in discrete waves. Kayla pressed Jonathan further in. Her hips girated slowly, mashing her turgid clitoris against his forehead. Her lips slowly grasped his face as her flesh kept growing from her past orgasm. Jonathan forcefully pressed his hands, grasping at the expanse of her ass, trying to dive in deeper. “Oh god! Oh god!” yelled Kayla over and over. Kayla bent down, pressed her hand against the wall in front of her, kept Jonathan in place with the other, and suddenly flexed her thighs inward. As she yelled, a thick, final wave of thick woman lube splashed around the openings of her labia around Jonathan’s head. Like an encroaching wave, her flesh extended, covering more of his head.

Kayla finally relaxed, let her small host go, and slumped down back, quivering with joy as her orgasm went on. Still sitting on his knees, Jonathan stared forward at her, completely drenched in her juices except for his forearms and hands that were out of the way. The floor shook slowly as Kayla kept slowly gyrating. On his left and right, her feet and legs pushed against the wall. Jonathan was pretty sure he would barely be as tall as one of her legs.

“Kayla?” His question was meant with moans. Kayla was on the ground, pressing her nipples and rubbing her clitoris anew. She thrusted her hips up and down, and forcefully shook the room. “Kayla?” asked Jonathan. She was approaching another orgasm. Jonathan was starting to feel concerned. “Again! I can’t… this is so good!” yelled the massive woman. Kayla was thrusting back and forth so fast against her hand, sweat flicking off her skin because of her speed. Jonathan stood up while holding the frame of the door. The ground seemed to bend with her weight as her hips bounced back and forth, bottles and various knick knacks had long fell over and were now rolling over the floor. “Fuck! So… good!” yelled Kayla as, once again, she felt the sensitive, warmness spread out all over her body. The wall in front of her seemed to get farther from her. Her hands massaged her body and moans followed.

Jonathan walked toward her, just between her legs and in front of her genitals, pushing some of the bottles of shampoo with his feet as he went. Kayla was about to bring her hand to her genitals a fourth time, but felt something grasping a finger. She finally looked down, and saw Jonathan holding one with both his hands. “Kayla” he asked softly, “we have to get you out of here, you’re almost too big for the door.”

A sudden silence fell on the room, and clarity befell Kayla’s vision. She rose up on her knees, barely fitting inside the room. Jonathan went out. “I’ll try and push some of the objects in the hall away so you have more space,” he yelled back from the corridor. There was a wide, wooden burrow that Jonathan had to push toward his bedroom. It took a while to get the momentum going, but it eventually slid away, scrapping the wooden floors a bit. With it out of the way, the hall would be mostly empty and should have the way clear, thought Jonathan. But that was until he came back and saw Kayla, halfway out of the shower room. There she was, laying down on her left side, clearly displaying how this was the best way to fit through the casino firmaları door. She was grasping at a small support pillar that protruded from the wall in front of her. But she was stuck at the waist. “I can’t pass my ass, Jonathan!” He stifled a laugh as he saw how even sideways, with her sides being oriented from floor to ceiling, the top shelf of her behind was unable to squeeze past the wooden supports of the bathroom door. As she tried pulling through, the beams eventually got stuck in the middle of her posterior. Jonathan squeezed by her back, barely taller than her sides. She had grown so much in there. Once at the door, he braced himself and pushed as much skin as he could, kneading the flesh like one does with dough, slowly inching the blockage out forward. Kayla kept pulling, and very carefully, centimeter by centimeter, she seemed to pass.

Eventually, she pulled through the high point, and was able to pull herself with increased ease. Jonathan pulled back. Her massive thighs where now passing in front, while Kayla crawled forward toward the staircase. The ground shook as each leg pulled forward in an alternative fashion. Jonathan followed behind her, admiring the pale flesh of her sole, feeling a sort of sexual intent coming back as he felt the smell of her sweat fill the corridor. Kayla was now at the front of the stairs. Looking down, and at her size, it suddenly did not feel very safe. She knew that if she gripped the stair handle, there was a risk of breaking it. She also knew that under these stairs where another pathway to the basement, so that the stairs had very few support. “Jonathan, I’m going to try going down. I’ll be very careful but, this all looks very dangerous right now.” She felt Jonathan squeeze by her front. He playfully passed his finger on one of her aureola. “Don’t get me started, you twat!” joked Kayla. “Come on, help me get out, this feels very cramped.” Jonathan nodded and headed downstairs first. He opened up the wide double doors of the porch, just down in front of the stairway and turned around. “Alright! Just come down. And look, don’t worry, if anything happens: safety first! Don’t worry if stuff breaks. That’s for me to think about.” Kayla nodded.

She started with one arm, extended it fully to a span that seemed to cover all the way to more than the middle of the stairway. She grabbed a corner of a stair and pressed on it a bit, to test its strength. The wood cracked and complained, but didn’t seem to bend strongly. Kayla then quickly brought herself forward, halfway through. Everything was fine, until it wasn’t. The sudden added weight seemed too much, and loud, splintering noise struck the air. Kayla quickly brought her arms down and was able to reach the floor in front of her, sending the anchor for her weight down from the stairs to the floor. With this, she would be able to slide down while putting all her weight down on her hands. Jonathan left the house and waited outside. It must have been around midday. The sun was blaring down. The door to his house wide open, the inside was too dark to properly discern because of the contrast of light. A first hand came out, grasped the soil out of the house. Same with a second one. Kayla’s head then emerged, her long braids spilling out like medusa’s snakes. As her shoulders passed outside, she raised up her back a little, leaving free way for her breasts to spill out. She pulled up as if doing a push up, and gave her space to bring one knee outside. Kayla rose up. Seeing her side by the house brought Jonathan pause. güvenilir casino He wondered how they had ever fit inside that shower room. The wind passed through her legs, caressing her bare skin. They both stared at each other. Jonathan wondered where to go from here, but Kayla smiled: she still had unfinished business.

Before he had time to notice, two large hands picked him up by his armpits and lifted him like one would lift a child. Jonathan found himself staring at her eyes, his legs reaching the middle of her waist. “I still have to finish that last orgasm, I’m not letting you go before that’s done!” Jonathan blushed at her exclamation. “Now, remove your pants.” Despite his dubious position, he was still able to unbutton, unzip and let his pants fall down. There, atop his underwear, Kayla saw a thick, bulbous shaped purple mass. Jonathan threw the rest of his clothes down as best as he could while suspended, having leeway to use his arms. He stood in front of her naked, with his penis pointed at her. The air passed by him as he was rushed to her mouth, the thick, meaty tongue slithering out to play with his member. Jonathan grabbed what he could, and started humping her lips, her tongue. His thick member was enough to have a presence. It lasted only about two minutes, and Jonathan found himself much too excited by the situation to be in control. “Kayla, watch out, here it comes…” he said out of breath. Just as his juices came out, Kayla turned him away from her, seeing how far it would shoot from so high up. Slowly, his orgasm died down, and Jonathan calmed. He was brought back to the ground, and left to lay bare on the soil.

He opened his eyes, expecting to see the sky. Instead, he saw the open lips of Kayla’s vagina, her hand already penetrating it’s deep opening. She had already squatted down over him and droplets of excitement fell from her. Jonathan extended his arms and rubbed her feet to his sides. Very quickly, it seemed that Kayla’s efforts at grinding herself bore fruit, and a small amount of her vaginal lube came out as a new orgasm shook her. Moans escaped her. Jonathan felt her skin becoming warmer. Her feet slowly pushed his hands and claimed more ground. The cavernal opening of her genitals accentuated. She brought her lips to his face, and, without sitting down or putting any weight, made Jonathan feel the warmth of her interior. Again, she rubbed her clitoris, again she yelled. It felt so easy to reach pleasure after pleasure. Kayla always had an easy time to orgasm in repetition. But with everything going on right now, it felt the bar had been lowered, and every few minutes she could supercharge her nervous system with pleasure unlike anything before. Jonathan was having too much fun having his head surrounded by the warm flesh of her lips, and licked, hearing her sounds around him, feeling the folds and wrinkles get bigger as, obviously, her orgasms kept increasing their mass. After five minutes of continuous excitement, it seemed she was calming down. She finally crashed down by his side and laid down, completely spent.

Her stomach rose up and down with each breath. Jonathan got up, and pressed himself against her side. While standing, putting his arms in front of him, he laid in a half-crescent shape, barely able to reach her belly button. It was like being in front of an immense, human defying animal. There are very few occasions when a human feels as if his life is out of his hands, as if whatever he’s doing could be his last moment if fate so desired. He knew that Kayla had the power to do so in an instant. He also know she was as kind as they come and felt at peace. As he laid there, he felt one of her hands cover his back. The blazing sun was comfortable to their naked bodies. Exhausted, they closed their eyes.

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She Loved Paris

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She was a virgin on the way to Paris but not on the way home

This is a true story about a young woman I met and treated to a trip to Paris to see two museums she was interested in. It goes on for quite a few pages before even hinting at sex so unless you are willing to suffer though my feeble attempts at being a tour guide this probably isn’t for you.

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I’m Chuck Langdon, a thirty-two year old artist and finally decided to take a couple of weeks off and just relax. I wasn’t taking any paints, brushes or canvas; it was just going to be a mini vacation from everything I do week in and week out. A few years back I invested in a small log cabin up in the woods of Maine for just such a holiday and I was on my way.

I was on a plane heading for Portland, Maine from Philadelphia and the plane wasn’t even half full. An hour into the flight I accidently made eye contact with a very pretty young woman sitting in the same row I was in but she was in the middle row of seats. We exchanged smiles but when she got up to use the lavatory she stopped and we chatted a minute or so about the bumpy flight. On her way back to her seat she stopped again and since there were two unused seats next to me I invited her to join me. Who knew where it would lead.

She introduced herself as Amy and was twenty-four and was heading up to her sister’s place in a small town halfway between the airport and my cabin. She was going to rent a car but when I offered to give her a ride in my rental she cancelled her idea of renting one and chose to take me up on my offer of a ride.

Our conversation ranged all over the place and when she heard I was an artist she went a little bonkers.

“I love art and am taking some art courses in college and am hoping to get a job in that field when I graduate.”

“That’s great. Just keep plugging away and you’ll make it.” I answered.

One thing led to another and she asked if I had ever sold any of my work. To an artist that is subject better left unasked. But I had sold a lot so I just had to brag a bit and answered in the affirmative.

She asked my name and every passenger anywhere near us had to hold their ears for the screech she let out when I answered her.

“Chuck, you aren’t going to believe this but a lot of your work was shown in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City last year and I attended the show. Holy shit, what a coincidence.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was very well attended and I was able to sell almost every piece.”

“Oh my God, meeting someone as famous as you in the field I am studying is going to be in my memory forever.”

She was getting me embarrassed and I just laughed a bit.

She wasn’t going to let up on this conversation about art and when I asked her if she had ever visited Paris to see two of the most famous art museums in the world ; The Louvre and the Musée d’ Orsay, she almost flipped out.

“Oh how I wish I had. They house some of my favorites.” And with that she began to list the pieces she was in love with that were on display in those two museums.

“Why don’t you go and see them?” I asked. She just looked at me and gave the universal sign for money by rubbing her thumb and index finger together.

“I went through the trouble of getting my passport last year but then found that I was too short of cash to make the trip. I still always carry the passport with me hoping that someday I’ll win the lottery and get to go over to Gay Paree.”

The plane was in its landing pattern and I asked if she would like to grab a bite to eat before we headed north in my rental car. Just in case she was short of cash I said, “My treat”

She almost jumped out of the seat saying that she would love to.

We grabbed our luggage from the carousel and I signed up for the rental car and were on our way to a little restaurant a few miles from the airport I had enjoyed on another trip.

While waiting for our food she began to rattle off the names of the paintings and sculptures that she loved that were on display in the Paris museums and it was obvious she knew more about them than I did and that gave me a huge kick.

When we had finished eating and were sipping our coffee I made an offer:

“Amy, as I told you I had sold almost all of the work I had on display at the MOMA show and came away with a ton of money. Your love and knowledge of art has encouraged me to make you an offer but I’m hoping you aren’t going take what I’m about to say the wrong way. I would be happy to take you to Paris to see those museums and the art work you have been talking about. The whole trip will be on me, airfare, hotel, food etc. etc. I’ll even throw in a thousand for you to get any clothes you might think you needed for such a trip.”

The look on her face led me to believe I had just made a huge mistake . She looked down at the table and when she brought her face up to look at me there were tears pouring down her cheeks.

“What you just said tells me you think I am some kind of whore. casino şirketleri I’m not. In fact, I’m a virgin.”

I knew I had made a terrible mistake but it really was unintentional so I tried to solve the problem with,

“Amy that came out all wrong so let me try and make my offer clearer. I said I would take you to Paris and that must have made you think I wanted you to accompany me as if we were boyfriend /girlfriend. Nothing could be further from the truth. I simply thought that if I were with you I would be able to explain some of the things the artists did to get the effects they had mastered. Just to clear the table of the negative connotations you read into what I had offered let me make it simpler. I would be happy to fund a trip to Paris for you without me being along. Your interest in art has me fascinated and the only thing I would ask is that when you return from the trip we get together and have you tell me all about your visit to the museums.”

“Why would you do something so generous?” she asked as she was wiping away her tears.

“Well, since I am in that field and it has been so good to me financially I thought it would be sort of a payback from me to a new artist. If you would rather not go just forget I even offered and let’s go jump in the rental car and we’ll be on our way.”

We were well on our way without another word coming out of her.

Finally she asked,

“When do you think we could go?”

“Well, the sooner the better. I was planning to be up here for two weeks but I could easily cut that short and only stay here for a couple of days and then head back to Phila. I have spent a bunch of time in those museums and don’t think you could spend more than two and a half days in the Louvre and a day and half in the de Orsay without being bored out of your mind. But since we would have already made the trip across the Atlantic it would be a huge waste if you didn’t also stop and see some of the other touristy things Paris is famous for: Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, Sacré Coeur, a cruise on the Seine, the Arc de Triomphe just to name a few. I’d say if we allocated five days for the museums and seven for sightseeing plus a couple of days for travel two weeks should more than be enough..”

I have plenty of time off so that’s not a problem.” She answered.

“Well, how about I drop you off at your sister’s and then I’ll continue up to my place. After a few days I’ll come back and pick you so we can fly down to Philadelphia to let me clear up a couple of business things that need some attention. We should be able to catch a flight to Paris from Phila. a week from now. I’ll leave a credit card with you here for you to get the clothes you think you’ll want. How does all of that sound?”

“It sounds great but I still can’t believe your offer. It’s like something out of a fairy tale.”

“Well believe it. In a few weeks you will be the expert in all the art you will have seen in Paris.” I said laughingly.

“Chuck, I am still not sure what you expect out of this. I told you I am a virgin so if you are thinking I am going to pay you back with a lot of sex you are wrong.”

“Amy, you won’t have to pay me back for anything. If you want to have sex that is an entirely different and separate matter. OK?”

“I still think I am in a dream.” She said with a bubble in her voice.

I phoned my secretary from the cabin and had her make all of the flight arrangements as well as getting me a suite in a Paris hotel I had stayed at numerous times on earlier trips. I told her to get a suite that had a bedroom with TWO queen sized beds but I didn’t want to see that fact on any of the reservation documents I was going to have her leave at my condo.

The trip up to my cabin and then back down to pick her up and the flight to Phila went fine. We had arrived back in Phila at nine AM and our flight to Paris was at six that night so I had plenty of time to pack and take care of some business stuff and then take her to grab one of Philly’s famous cheesesteak hoagies. They are unbelievable.

Our flights were going to take us from Phila up to LaGuardia airport in New York and then a change of planes to Charles de Gaulle airport in France. The flight from NY to Paris is a little over six hours so we will be dragging when we arrive unless we can get some sleep on the flight.

The flights went perfectly and we both got some sleep and the hotel had their shuttle waiting for us at baggage claim.

Now was going to be the interesting part when I had to tell Amy they put us in one big suite together but it had two queen sized beds in the bedroom area. I was going to tell her there apparently was a music festival going on in the city and every hotel worth a damn was booked solid.

When the shuttle dropped us off in front of the hotel I had her take a seat in the lobby while I went up to the desk to check us in. I spent more than a usual amount of time at the front desk before going back to her and giving her the made-up story about the suite they put us in casino firmaları was the only one available but it had two queen beds. I told her it was a two room suite and if us sleeping in the same room was a problem I could sleep on the sofa in the sitting room and give her the bedroom for herself. She assured me that as long as there were two beds that it would be OK. Whew, one major potential problem handled.

After going to the room and unpacking I suggested we go out to a nearby restaurant that I loved and have breakfast. We could then plan our trip.

The maître de recognized me as soon as we walked in the door and that impressed Amy to no end. His name is Jacque so when we gave each other big hugs Amy went ballistic.

She laughed saying “the next thing we know he’ll ask for your autograph.”

“Oh hell, I gave him that on one of my earlier visits.” And she punched my arm while laughing.

We had finished breakfast and were sipping our coffee when Jacque came over to the table with a lovely woman in tow.

“Mssr. Langdon, I just had to tell Marie what a famous artist we had in our restaurant this morning and she begged me to introduce her to you. I hope you won’t be angry with me.”

Amy was almost choking with the — I told you so look all over her face.

“Not at all Jacque. It’s very nice to meet you Marie.” I said as politely as I could.

“Permit me to introduce both of you to Amy. She’s a very important art student in the States.” and with that Amy’s blush started at her neck and went all the way to her hairline in a second. She nodded politely and Jacque took her hand and gently kissed the back of it in true French fashion. That almost had Amy stuttering.

Well, the visit from Marie only lasted a few minutes and Jacque finished it off with “Mssr. Langdon would you please favor Marie with your autograph?”

Playing the big shot to the hilt I said “No problem. Marie, if you have a camera you could have my good friend Jacque take your picture with me.”

She almost messed herself running back to her table to get her camera and Jacque was beaming with my ‘Good friend Jacque’ statement.

Amy was smiling up a storm and said, “That was a very nice thing to do. She’ll remember it forever.’

“Yeah but it costs me a lot to have people come over and ask for my autograph.”

Amy roared and that earned me another punch in the arm from her.

I suggested, and she agreed, that for our first day in Paris we would take a cab over to Notre Dame and after seeing it we could casually walk along the Seine to the Eiffel Tower and go up to the third landing and see the city from that level. I had been there before and it really provides a spectacular view of the city.

There is a fantastic first class restaurant on the second level, Le Jules Verne, that I planned to surprise her with for dinner. After dinner, if we were still able, a sightseeing boat cruise on the Seine would be a perfect end to the first day.

She got a big kick out of Notre Dame and loved the walk along the Seine especially seeing the booksellers along the wall of the street level. We had lunch at a little place on the street that runs along the upper level of the Seine and enjoyed the ambience and conversation and she was almost speechless as she saw the cruise boats on the river. I promised her we would take a cruise but it was far better to take it at night when all of the floodlights are on at the various buildings along the banks.

The elevators at the Eiffel Tower whisked us to the top with no delay. I had been there a couple of times before and had to suffer with long lines of tourists waiting for the elevators. Not today; right to the top with no problem.

We took one of Paris’s Metro trains back to the hotel and I must say I am impressed every time I get on one. They are spotless without one iota of graffiti.

“Amy how about having a glass of wine or something stronger in the hotel lounge before we go up and dress for dinner. I’d like to hear your impression of your first day in Paris”?

“Great. I’m busting to tell you Mssr. Chuck.” She said enthusiastically and with a devilish twinkle in her eyes and her French accent doing her imitation of Jacque.

As soon as we went into the hotel lounge I ordered drinks and then excused myself. I quietly went to the concierge in the lobby and asked him to make reservations for two at the Jules Verne restaurant in the Eiffel Tower for seven- thirty. About ten minutes later he walked through the lounge and gave me a thumbs-up when Amy’s back was to him. Great. My twenty Euro tip had worked its usual wonders.

We had more than one glass of wine but listening to Amy talk about all she had seen that day was enlightening. She got a big rush out of the maître de at the restaurant recognizing me and then making such a fuss over me with the other woman. I never bothered to tell her I travel to Paris at least once a month on art work so I do get to know a good few of the locals.

Notre Dame impressed her but güvenilir casino the Eiffel Tower took the cake. She couldn’t stop talking about the size of it.

It was almost five by the time we made it up to the suite but we still had plenty of time before we would have to leave for dinner.

It was time for me to tell part of what I had planned. “Amy, I have a little bit of a surprise about dinner. I won’t tell you all about it right now but I will say that I am going to have to change out of my jeans and polo shirt and put on a shirt and tie along with a pair of wrinkle proof slacks and a blue blazer. That will give you some idea of what you should think of wearing.”

“You rat. C’mon help me out. What should I wear?”

“OK but you have to promise not to ask for my autograph.” I joked.

“I saw you unpacking and I saw a nice pair of black slacks as well as a very sleek grey turtle neck that would look great with the burgundy jacket I saw you hang up. Voila, there you are. I won’t charge much for my suggestions.”

We really did look pretty neat when we hit the hotel lobby and the concierge gave us a nod of approval.

When the taxi dropped us off at the Eiffel Tower and I steered us over to the private elevator for the restaurant she had her eyes raised a mile and said, “But we were here today. We didn’t have to come back before dinner.”

“Hush, just smile and look pretty.”

When the private elevator let us off at the Le Jules Verne restaurant and the maître de welcomed us by calling me by name and then saying that he had seen some of my works at one of the cities art galleries Amy almost flipped.

She almost stuttered as she said, “Chuck, I never dreamed you were as well known. I feel as if I am having a date with a real celebrity.”

“Amy to tell the truth I am more than just a little embarrassed. You see I have never been to any of these places with someone else. How about we just forget all of that crap and just be Amy and Chuck?”

“Wow, you are making me feel real special.” She let out in a very low voice.

“You are real special.” I replied.

She just stared at me.

Well, we were seated at a window table and the view was terrific and the food and the wine were great so I’d have to say the dinner was a complete success.

It was almost ten by the time we were finished with dinner and as we were going down in the elevator I said that while we could go over and take a Seine boat cruise right then but I thought it would be better to save that for another day. We could walk over and watch the boats dock and undock but we’d had a long day and after a little while we could get a cab back to the hotel. We could finish off the day with a cognac at the hotel’s lounge. She gave my hand a squeeze and said she thought that was a super idea.

The walk over to the boat launching area is really short and I noticed as we took our first steps in that direction she had reached down and took my hand. Who knows where this is going to lead.

We did finish off the day with a couple of cognacs and then went up to the suite where everything went very well. The hotel is one of those that provide very warm and fluffy robes for the guests so they solved some of the privacy issues I knew Amy was thinking about.

The next day was earmarked for the Louvre. We had breakfast in another restaurant close to the hotel and then made our way over to the museum. She was in her glory as we entered the museum through the glass pyramid entrance. It didn’t take her long to find the way to the Mona Lisa exhibit but she was sadly disappointed when we got up to it only to find that they have been so worried about vandalism that it is now behind a number of layers of bulletproof glass. The greenish tint of the glass spoils the natural beauty of the painting.

Amy had her heart set on seeing a few of the well-known pieces such as Venus and Winged Victory and she led us to them after gazing at the Mona Lisa but there are thousands of other works of art that captured her interest. I stood back on most of those and just let her look till she was satisfied. Keeping in mind that the Louvre has so many things on display that it is said that if you only spent twenty seconds looking at each of them you would have a tough time seeing them all in almost a year.

Well by lunch time I was exhausted and she was still going strong. We had a sandwich and a soft drink at one of the cafés in the place and she hardly said a word while we were eating but was concentrating on the guide book she had bought as soon as we had entered the museum. Oh shit, we had another half day here this afternoon and then another day and a half before we were finished with it and then we had the Musée de Orsay. I should have just let her visit these places on her own. I had to change these plans or I would be dead with exhaustion.

“Amy, I have an idea that will give us a break from walking this whole place in a couple of packed days. How about if we leave here now and go and see some of the art galleries the city has to offer. We could then go back to the hotel for a little nap before going to dinner at one of the sidewalk cafes the city is famous for. By then it will be dark and we would be ready for our boat cruise on the Seine. What do you say?”

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I had to pick up a couple of things at the mall. My older brother was going there as well so I hitched a ride with him. Crappy driver and even crappier car, but it beats walking. And I should talk. My own crappy car was the reason I needed to get a ride in the first place.

We each got our separate bits and pieces and then we headed on home. At least, that’s where I thought we were headed. Instead of heading home we went to Mike’s place. Mike’s a mate of my brother. He OK, I guess. One thing he does have is a very superior girlfriend. Karen is hot. H. O. T. Hot. Blonde, breasts out to there and legs that won’t quit. Older than me, so probably doesn’t even realize I exist. I didn’t mind stopping past Mike’s place because the chances are good that Karen would be there and she’s always worth seeing.

When we pulled into Mike’s driveway he came rushing out and slipped into the back seat.

“Listen, mate, you’ll need to be prepared for a quick take off when I come out,” Mike babbled. “I haven’t broken the news to Karen yet that I’m going to the races for the day. She’s going to go spare when she finds out. I figure I’ll just duck in, tell her, and come out running.”

“She’s got you scared rigid, hasn’t she,” said my brother with a laugh.

“Yeah, well she’s got a wicked tongue when she gets upset. Anyway, I’d better go and break the news to her.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” said my brother. “I was going to drop Joey here and let him walk, so he can break the news to Karen while we take off.”

So you were going to dump me here anyway. Oh thank you so much, brother. Still, it was only half a mile home, so the walk wouldn’t kill me. Resignedly I got out of the car, making sure I had my purchases stuffed in my pockets.

“Fine. I’ll tell Karen you’ve gone out for the day. What time should I tell her you’ll be home?”

Mike and my brother looked at each other and shrugged.

“Probably be better to be a bit vague about that,” said Mike. “We’ll be back when we’re back.”

This, I assumed, meant they’d be going to the pub after the races.

My brother and Mike departed in a cloud of smoke. Man, he’s got to get those rings fixed or they’d put him off the road. I wandered over to Mike’s door, knocked and barged on in.

“Ah, Karen,” I called. “It’s Joe. Mike wanted me to tell you that’s he’s gone to the races. He’s not sure when he’ll be back.”

There was a muffled shriek of fury and then Karen came barrelling out of a room, moving towards me in a hurry.

“Get out of my way, you little worm,” she snarled. “I’m going to kill him. He knows I had plans for today.”

Little worm was a bit rich. I might be a couple of years younger than Mike and my brother but I’m bigger than both of them. I work as a carpenter and I’ve got muscles laid on. I didn’t get out of Karen’s road. Rather I made sure I was in it before she went charging outside.

“Ah, slow down, Karen,” I said, speaking firmly, or trying to anyway. “They’ve already gone, leaving me to tell you and then walk home. And I strongly advice you not to run outside to hurl abuse after them.”

“Why not?” she hissed, trying to dodge around me. “Will you get out of my way?”

“No,” I said bluntly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, if you go charging outside you’ll be giving the neighbours a real eyeful. You’re naked.”

She was, too. Gloriously, beautifully naked. Her firm white breasts were bobbing up and down in a very interesting manner as she practically danced on the spot in her fury. She also shaved her mound, I noticed, and I couldn’t help wondering what it felt like. Sensational when dressed, but naked and angry? casino şirketleri Wow.

She blinked, still looking for a way past me, then what I’d said sank in. She gave a gasp of horror, trying to cover bouncing boobs with one hand and nicely shaved mons with the other. She blushed bright red, said blush probably matching the blush on my face as I tried not to ogle her lovely form.

“Haven’t you something better to do than sneak around looking at naked women,” she flared.

“Hey, your idiocy isn’t my fault,” I snapped back resentfully. “I was just passing on a message. I didn’t tell you to come charging out starkers.”

“It’s my own house. I’m allowed to be naked in it,” she snapped right back.

“Then be naked. I don’t care. Just don’t blame me if you start flashing visitors. I called out my name, so you knew it wasn’t Mike out here.”

Karen had given up trying to hide her charms as a bad job and just relaxed. Or at least, relaxed as much as a young naked woman could relax while glaring at an unwanted visitor. The fact that she now had her hands on her hips was playing havoc with my libido. Truth to tell, when she came charging out naked my cock had snapped erect so fast I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had snapped off.

Her blush had faded. I suppose she was used to Mike seeing her naked so the odd stranger wouldn’t bother her too much. Not that I was really a stranger. She did know me, and I could see recognition dawning.

“You’re Joey, Adam’s little brother. Tell me Joey, when they sent you in to do their dirty work, did they happen to mention what time Mike would be back?”

“Ah, no. Just that he’ll be back when he’s back, sort of thing.”

She nodded.

“That means the bastard is going to the pub after the races, doesn’t it.”

Wisely I said nothing.

“OK. Next question. Why are you blushing? I’m the one who’s naked. Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”

“Eh, what? I’m eighteen. Of course I’ve seen a naked woman,” I said indignantly.

“Uh-huh. And how do I stack up compared to the women you’ve seen naked?”

How the hell do you answer a question like that? As far as I was concerned, you don’t, and I kept my mouth shut.

“Unfair question,” Karen said, nodding as if satisfied over something. “I really should have asked if you’ve ever seen a live naked woman, up close and personal.”

My blush probably deepened at that point. In fact I’m bloody sure it did, as Karen smirked.

“It’s funny, you know, but generally when one speaks of a blushing virgin one thinks of the girl, not the man.”

I glared at her. I didn’t think it was funny. I thought it rude and insulting. That’s probably where I got the courage for what I did. I just grabbed her hand and pressed it against my erection, which was still trying to emulate a flagpole.

“Does this feel like a blushing virgin?” I snapped.

To my horror, instead of snatching her hand away in shock, Karen closed her hand around me, running it up and down the shaft as though assessing it.

“Feels virginal to me,” she said softly. “Now tell me, if you’ve got the nerve for an honest answer, what was your first thought when you saw me naked? Were you thinking you’d like to fuck me?”

I could feel heat rising within me. If the fool woman wasn’t careful I’d jump on her and ravish her. I wouldn’t even need to pull off any clothes because she was already naked.

“If you want an honest answer then no, I didn’t think that I’d like to fuck you. What I thought was, would your pussy feel as soft and smooth as it looked? That doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t like to fuck casino firmaları you. You’re a very attractive woman, especially dressed the way you are.”

“Or undressed,” she murmured. “And does my pussy feel as soft and smooth as it looks?”

This last was said with a challenge in her voice, and why should I back down from a challenge. After all, she was still examining my erection, using the braille method.

I calmly reached down and ran my fingertips over her mons, trailing them very lightly across it. When I say calmly, I mean with a calm face. My heart was pounding and a little voice was yelling, “Yes, you’re touching a naked woman’s pussy. Go, boy, go.”

I was quite gratified to notice that I scored with that gentle stroke. Karen’s breathing faltered for a moment, and her hold on my cock tightened a fraction.

“I have to admit that it exceeds expectations,” I murmured, and Karen laughed.

“You know, you’re very smooth for a virgin,” she said. “When you hit your stride you’re going to be a real hit amongst the ladies. I think, to be fair to your future conquests, you need to get a bit of early training.”

With that comment she unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand inside, seeking and finding the prize.

“Bring this along here,” she said, turning and walking down the hall.

Obviously I had no choice but to follow in her steps, as she didn’t let go my erection when she started walking away. She took me down and the room we turned into was a bedroom.

“Our spare room,” she said.

With that she reached for me and started undoing buttons and things. Being a scared and innocent young virgin I attempted to fend her off. Now that we’ve had our laugh, I’ll admit to lending her some assistance in the removal of unwanted garments. When my last bit of clothing hit the floor Karen gave me the once over, nodding approval.

“Very nice,” she said, “and you’ll probably keep building muscle for a few years yet. You’re going to be a big solid man when you’re finished. Are you smart enough to take advice when it’s given to you?”

“I think so. At the very least I would consider it. Advice that is good for some might not be appropriate for me.”

“Fair enough. I suppose your immediate desire, from the look of that erection, is to push me onto the bed and just take me. Right?”

“I will concede to an inclination to do that, but I can wait.”

“Good. Let us indulge in a little foreplay first. You’ll find it heightens the experience. Not, mind you, that a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, can’t be exciting and rewarding at the right time and place.”

Karen coaxed me down onto the bed. Dragged me down onto the bed? Dodged onto the bed herself as I flung myself upon it? Something like that. We ended up on the bed. Karen lay on her back and stretched.

“Now start by touching me, not just boobs and pussy, but run your hands all over me. Get acquainted with my body. Watch my reactions to see what I like. When you get a steady girlfriend, do it to her and get her to do it to you. You’ll find it’s fun.”

So I did as I was told, touching and rubbing Karen from head to toe and back again. There’s something wonderful about touching a cooperative woman, and it was going straight to my groin. Once I’d reached Karen’s toes and started back up I started following my hands with my mouth. From the way Karen shivered and squirmed it was the correct thing to do.

“A bloody fast learner,” she groaned while I gently suckled on one nipple, one hand rubbing the other nipple while my other hand was feeling around her pussy.

“All right,” Karen groaned. “Start paying güvenilir casino more attention to my pussy. Slide your fingers between my lips and touch me inside. And I mean slide and touch. Don’t poke and prod. Move gently but firmly.”

I did as advised, and the look on Karen’s face showed I was doing something right. Then she gave a scream and bucked hard against my hand.

“Oh, Christ, go easy around the clitoris,” she gasped. “You can kill a girl poking around there.”

“Where? Around here?” I asked with interest, poking the same place again.

“No,” came the shrill scream. “Not there damn it. Not there.”

OK. I now knew where to touch to get a most interesting reaction. Karen was literally writhing under my hand now.

“Ah, I think it’s time I started using my cock, don’t you?” I asked casually, and got a quick nod.

I could see Karen take a deep breath and hold it for a moment.

“When you go in, don’t get carried away and start franticly fucking. If you do you’ll be finished before the girl is anywhere near ready and she’ll be disappointed. Take it slowly and let it build. See how long you can make it last. Don’t try for an Olympic speed record.”

I have to admit that driving in and frantically fucking sounded fine to me, but we’d see how things went.

Karen held her lips open and guided me into place.

“Just push firmly, without rushing,” she said.

I was quite happy to oblige. I pushed firmly, without rushing and my cock slid home smoothly and ecstatically. I wanted to shout my triumph and start frantically fucking, loosing my seed in this woman. Common sense very firmly overrode adolescent desire. I started slowly, pushing all the way in and then withdrawing almost all the way.

That’s trickier than I realised. A couple of times at the start I popped right out and had to hurry to slide back inside, embarrassed, while Karen giggled. But I got the hang of it and soon I was sliding back and forth like a seasoned pro.

Karen was moving with me, encouraging me, coaxing me into keeping the pace down while tensions built. Once she was satisfied that I wasn’t just going to take off she started urging me to speed up a little.

We settled into the faster pace, and I was quite content not to go berserk with my cock. With the choice of a short sharp pleasure or a pleasure that was just as intense but kept on going, I’ll take the longer one.

Karen was breathing hard, urging me to go in harder, so I increased the tempo once more. I wasn’t sure how long I could last at this faster pace, but it felt great.

Soon Karen was tossing her head about, gasping, pleading for me to go faster yet.

“If I go faster then I’ll explode,” I gasped.

“I don’t fucking care,” she screamed. “If you don’t go faster I’ll kill you.”

Normally I’m reluctant to yield to threats, but Karen sounded very sincere. I went in harder, really driving my cock home into her. I’d been right. A few strokes at the faster pace and I blew it. I could feel myself absolutely flooding Karen, and I also found why she didn’t care. She gave a shriek and convulsed around me. I could feel her passage clamping onto my cock while it bucked and spewed, spilling its load into her.

That was my first experience with dealing with a naked woman and I think it went rather well. Karen seemed satisfied with the outcome.

Before I left we did come to an agreement of sorts.

“You do realise that if you ever mention this to anyone I’ll call you a lying little turd with a big imagination,” Karen said cheerfully.

“That seems reasonable,” I said. “You do realise that I’ll expect you to demonstrate what you quaintly described as a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, at some stage.”

“I think I can probably arrange to do that,” she said cheerfully, and on that happy note we parted, her to finally get dressed and me to walk home.

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Just a Little Tennis Match Ch. 02

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PART 2: Doubles Match

***

“Doubles match?”

“Sure, why not?” Michelle had stopped me outside of class, accompanied by her teammate and roommate Nicole. Michelle was my former friend/now girlfriend whom I’d hooked up with about a month earlier. While Nicole had joined us in that first sexual session, Michelle and I had split off into a more personal one-on- one exclusive relationship. Still, I spent a great deal of time at the girls’ apartment and gorgeous Nicole flirted with me more than ever, and sometimes Michelle had not appreciated it. Still, my girlfriend always let it slide, and sometimes let out little innuendos suggesting a repeat of our first threesome. So when the two of them arrived and offered a doubles match, my mind immediately jumped to conclusions other than tennis.

Nicole popped in, “C’mon. You and a male teammate against the two of us. Afraid you’re going to lose?”

“Well who am I going to play with?”

“Anyone you want. We’ll take you guys.” Nicole turned around and saw someone she recognized. Alan Cheng, the Varsity team’s top singles player was cruising down the hallway on the other side of the courtyard. “Alan will do perfectly.”

With that, Nicole turned about, flipping her hair, and sashayed across the courtyard. She whistled, catching the attention of most every guy within earshot, of course including Alan. Her hips were swinging in her skirt, and he did a double take before stopping in his tracks once realizing she was coming straight for him. Nicole sidled up to him close, real close.

As they were talking together, I was checking out the rest of Nicole’s outfit. She had on sandaled heels, flawless legs leading up to a tight and short mini- skirt. Nicole’s firm abs were showing slightly, and her firm, large breasts were pushing out her low scoop lace-up top.

Michelle was following my gaze, then turned and punched me… hard … on the shoulder.

I turned around fast, rubbing my sore shoulder. “What?”

She just set her jaw and glared at me.

***

Alan pounded his first serve up the middle of the Ad Court, slicing out of Nicole’s reach.

“Ace!!!” I crowed, pumping my fist. I exchanged Hi-Fives with Alan, then returned to our spots to set ourselves for the next game. We’d blitzed through the first set, winning handily 6-2. Alan’s most recent service ace notched this set to 5-3.

The girls huddled together, deep in conversation with their backs turned to us as they planned their next moves on how to come back and beat us. Alan and I were winning handily, and agreed to just keep our current strategy going. I should have known what the girls were planning…

They broke and set themselves, with Nicole getting geared to serve. With every move, she seemed just a little more sexy, her hips wiggling just a bit more. Michelle was the same. She was up front at the net, teasing me and blowing kisses my way, profiling herself against the setting sun to give her assets full advantage over me. The girls were apparently having the same effect on Alan. He returned Nicole’s first serve feebly, waffling a forehand deep and wide. The girls switched sides, Nicole retrieved Alan’s wayward ball, bending forwards at the waist to pick it up. Her blouse had opened up a few buttons (or she’d opened it a few buttons), showing her deep cleavage pushing out at her sports bra.

As Nicole got set to make her next serve, Michelle simply removed her blouse, leaving her wearing only a sports bra on top. I knew she was blatantly trying to distract me into playing poorly. But I would have none of it. I rocketed my return of Nicole’s next serve right at Michelle, hard. I’d actually not put enough spin on the ball, as it flew past her ear, spinning her around and dropping her to the court. The ball flew straight to the back fence, easily out. Drat, we were down 30-love, but I’d shown her that she couldn’t just flirt me into losing. On the other hand, seeing her laying on the court, panting, with her skirt bunched up at her hips from when she fell, didn’t exactly help my resolve to stay focused.

Nicole managed to serve out the game before we managed to regroup. 5-4. All I had to do was win my service game and we’d emerge victorious. Two well placed first serves quickly put us up 30-love. We were guys, we could overpower them at any time. I must have gotten overconfident smelling victory so close, and promptly double-faulted. But I was not going to let the girls get to me with their head games. The girls huddled again, and this time I noticed my girlfriend up really close to the net, not even set into her stance. Instead, she was whispering something to Alan. I shook my head, focusing on the task at hand, called the score, and launched into my serve. Nicole sliced a backhand return right to Alan, the ball weakly arcing into perfect position for his smash. This would have been great, had he been paying attention. I looked across the net for a moment to see Michelle settling her sports bra back into place. Alan had become unglued for the moment, and Nicole’s return lightly bonked him on the head. casino şirketleri

Damn women cheaters.

I collected my teammate, and we set hard to ignore their antics. We were still men. A service ace and I had my revenge on Michelle for flashing her breasts at my teammate. I set up the next serve quickly so they couldn’t come up with another distraction and we won the point, the game, and the match. C’mon, the guys can’t be beaten by girls.

***

After showering off and cleaning up in the locker room, Alan said he had to bail and took off. I’d driven in with Michelle so I parked my ass on the benches outside the girls locker room, waiting for the girls to get out. A half an hour later, they finally emerged, freshly scrubbed with new makeup and new wardrobes. Michelle was now in jeans so tight they looked sprayed on, Sketchers, and a long V-neck that showed off her upper body assets. Nicole, ever the show off, emerged in heels, miniskirt, and a button-down blouse that seemed a couple sizes too small for her body. It was enough so that the gaps between buttons sort of opened up, giving me tantalizing glimpses of a dark vermillion bra underneath.

“Hey honey, Alan was Nicole’s ride, and he took off already, so can we just drop her off at home on the way back?” Originally, Michelle had planned on coming over to my place after the match, but a side detour to the girls’ apartment would not be very long. Besides, I would never turn down a request from Michelle for anything. “Sure, why not?”

So we piled into my car and cruised off, arriving at our destination in no time. Nicole hopped out of the back seat and came over to my window, leaning down. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her gorgeous tits were inches from my face. “Thanks for the ride, but why don’t you two come inside for awhile? It’s not dinner time yet and there’s no one inside.”

Michelle leaned across me before I could say anything, saying “Sure, that’s a good idea. I’m sure we’ll find plenty to do to kill some time.” She had a funny look on her face, then got out of her seat to lean even further across me. Nicole now had that sparkle in her eye as she leaned into the car, closing her eyes to capture Michelle’s mouth with her own. I watched in startled amazement and rapture as my girlfriend’s tongue danced an inch in front of my face with her gorgeous teammate. Without breaking her kiss with Nicole, Michelle reached down and grabbed my rapidly rising cock, pumping it to full hardness.

After a few minutes, they finally separated, all three of us breathing hard. Nicole popped open my door. “Let’s go.”

The girls wrapped arms behind each other’s back, giggling as they strode off in front of me up to their apartment. I followed close behind in disbelief that this was all real. After opening the door and slipping inside, they closed the door back on me, leaving it open just a crack. I paused at the threshold, summoning up my courage before pushing the door back open and stepping inside.

They were standing side-by-side waiting for me, Nicole lunging forward to grab my head and press her lips to mine. My lips parted as her tongue dove in to explore the depths of my mouth, my own tongue pushing back against hers. My hands immediately went to her curvaceous ass, my hands slipping underneath the waistband, palming those fleshy mounds of her buttocks. I peeked open my eyes to see Michelle already had her shirt off, her hands reaching behind her to unclip her bra. Nicole reasserted her grip on my head, pulling me back into the kiss with her. She pushed me back against the door, slamming it closed. “You want a show?”

She stepped back slowly undoing the buttons up the front of her blouse. I watched as Michelle (now completely topless but still in her jeans) slip behind her and unsnap Nicole’s strapless bra. Michelle palmed Nicole’s bulging tits, pulling the bra down to reveal one of the greatest’s busts on campus. Michelle then undid the ties holding up Nicole’s skirt, letting it drop into a puddle on the floor. Last came the panties, these, slowly dragged down Nicole’s legs until she stepped out of them, leaving her heels still on.

Nicole then turned, still in her shirt and heels, unbuttoning then thrusting her hand down Michelle’s jeans. Michelle was quickly moaning at the intrusion as Nicole locked her lips onto Michelle’s neck, kissing and sucking and obviously rubbing within the confines of Michelle’s jeans. Nicole pushed Michelle farther into the room, backwards until she fell onto the couch. She then got down on her knees, tugging off Michelle’s Sketchers, and then her jeans and panties together. Once Michelle was completely naked, she leaned into Michelle’s now sopping wet cunt and attacked it with her mouth and tongue. This brought fresh squealing from Michelle’s panting mouth, as Nicole used her dextrous tongue against Michelle’s little nub. Nicole brought up her arms to palm Michelle’s heaving bosom, and the two of them rocked together, Michelle’s hands forcing Nicole deeper into her.

All the meanwhile, Nicole had left her ass pointing back at me, and I casino firmaları could see her spread pussy lips in the light. Dropping my own jeans, I strode forward across the room, got down on my knees and grabbed a hold of Nicole’s ass. She moaned in anticipation of my entering her, and positioning myself just so, I leaned forward and slid slowly into Nicole’s delightful pussy, savoring the feeling as I bottomed out into her.

We set up into an easy rhythm, Nicole’s hips thrusting back at me as I pumped in and out. Her lips and tongue sliding up into Michelle and back out again in time with our coupling. Michelle took ahold of Nicole’s hands on her tits pushing them against her breasts and directing them to tease her nipples. My own hands reached forward to cup Nicole’s tits in my palms, holding onto them to pull her back tighter onto my ramrod. Gradually, as our pleasure increased, we stepped up the pace, my thrusts increasing in tempo and in strength. I had to relocate my hands onto Nicole’s hips to hold her to my thrusts. Michelle’s legs wrapped around Nicole’s head as she neared her orgasm, her hands pushing Nicole’s head more tightly to her pussy.

Michelle released first, her moans tumbling out as she gushed her honey onto Nicole’s quivering tongue. After lapping up Michelle’s juices. Nicole focused her attention on getting herself and me off, her fingers darting to her own clit at our coupling. She stiffened up, then shuddered violently all at once, screaming out her orgasm. On this signal I reached my boiling point and let loose, firing my load into her pussy. She slipped off me and turned around falling to the floor to let my spurting cum splatter over her naked breasts and stomach. Panting, I sank backwards onto the floor, as a recovered Michelle set to licking up every droplet of my cum off of Nicole’s body, her hands roaming across Nicole’s smooth flesh. She started at the bottom, licking her way up to Nicole’s heaving breasts, cleaning her off until Nicole grabbed her head and pulled Michelle into a searing kiss, opening her mouth to taste the mingled flavors of Michelle’s and my juices. They lay, leaning against the couch, kissing and caressing each other, then returned to me, with heavy-lidded lust in their eyes.

The two girls pulled me up, then led me back to Nicole’s room. Throwing me across her bed, Nicole immediately dove onto my cock, sucking and licking it back to hardness. Then she slid up my body, taking care to make sure her nipples dragged across my skin on the way up, two velvet points cool against my hot chest. She drew herself up to sit on my chest, I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy against me. She took ahold of her own breasts, caressing herself and gyrating slowly to unheard music, her hair tossing about.

As soon as her ass moved out of the way, Michelle set to finishing Nicole’s job of raising me back to full readiness. “It’s my turn to feel that inside me.” Once satisfied that I was ready, Michelle joined us on the bed and lowered herself onto me. We both heard the slurping sound of my rod spearing straight up into Michelle, as she moaned out her approval of being filled so completely. Nicole turned about, facing Michelle, and lowered her steaming cunt down to my face. I felt nearly suffocated, but such a happy suffocation as I grabbed Nicole’s ass and began to eat her out in earnest. Nicole gave little gasps of approval, and leaned forward to embrace Michelle across from her. I watched as we all bounced up and down with the give of Nicole’s bed, Nicole’s pussy sloshing about my face, grinding herself deeper onto my tongue. Michelle’s hips were rising and falling and circling about as I felt like I was fucking inside a washing machine. The two of them continued to caress each other, pawing at each others tits and frenching like there was no tomorrow.

Since I had just come, I knew I could last a little bit longer. For Nicole on the other hand, it was a matter of male pride to be able to get her to orgasm quickly. I gently bit down on her clit, then snaked a few fingers into her tight snatch. Her hips redoubled their shuddering, and I was rewarded with her sweet nectar pouring out onto my face. I bucked harder into Michelle, and she suddenly stopped her bouncing up and down on my cock to throw her head back and scream her release as well. She toppled off me onto the bed, and I dropped Nicole next to her. I turned and climbed atop her, slamming my cock deep into Nicole’s still spasming cunt in one stroke. She gasped at the intrusion, then set to licking her cream off my face as I began to pump her in earnest.

Exhausted, Michelle merely leaned over to kiss Nicole, as she lazily relaxed and watched us go at it. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

“Oh… oh, fuck, yeah!” were the only words Nicole could make out as I set to make sure my cock carved out every corner of Nicole’s pussy. I rested my head against the crook of her neck, wrapping my arms about her torso to hold her tight against my body. I focused all my energy left to my hips, piledriving myself into her body over and over.

Nicole finally climaxed güvenilir casino and her whole body trembled as she felt the wave wash over her. She shuddered, then finally passed out from the pleasure.

So close, but not quite, I pulled out and flopped onto my back.

“Aww, poor baby.” Michelle leaned forward to finish me off, sucking my twitching member deep into her mouth, until I felt myself hit the back of her throat. She sucked in powerfully, and I watched as her cheeks fled inwards to create a powerful suction about my cock. That pushed me over the edge as I released my load deep down her throat. She gagged a bit, but managed to hold it in and swallowed it all down. Sighing, we settled down into the warmth of the bed. I drifted to sleep between these two gorgeous goddesses, a wide smile across my face. Today had been a good day.

***

I awoke in a strange room, in a strange bed. I took a while for the cobwebs to clear from my head, then memory began to trickle back in for me. This was Nicole’s room, and I was in her bed. I checked the clock, a cute Minnie Mouse analog clock mounted on the wall, and found that it was late evening. Apparently I had only been asleep for a few hours. Both girls were gone. I rolled out of the bed, and found that someone had brought my clothes into the room. I slid into my shorts, but ignored the shirt for the time being. While I was no body- builder, my chest had enough definition that I could proudly go without a top. I padded over to the door, and stopped just short of twisting the handle when I heard voices fluttering through.

“Please, can’t I? He’s so much fun!” That was Nicole’s silky tones, having turned a bit petulant for this conversation.

“But he’s my boyfriend. I’m supposed to keep him for myself.” That was Michelle, seeming a little defensive. “I’m afraid I’m going to lose him if I keep letting you screw his brains out.”

Okay, this was getting interesting. I tried to remain as still as possible, my ear pressed to the crack in the door. Eavesdropping is wrong, I know. But I couldn’t help myself given the conversation.

Nicole had switched to her big-sister-I’m-just-looking-out-for-you voice. “Let me put it this way, if he’s the kind of guy who would screw your best friend behind your back, you’re better off without him. So let me try to seduce him when you’re not around. If he holds up, then you’ll know you’ve found a keeper! If he caves in, well, it’s best that you found out sooner than later.”

There was a long pause, and finally Michelle sighed. “But I really like this one.”

“If he’s all that, then you have nothing to worry about, and I get to have my fun!”

“Please, don’t steal him from me? Promise?”

“I’ll try not to. Okay?”

“Okay. Well, it’s getting late and we need to get dinner. I should go wake him now.” I heard the creak of a chair being pushed back across the floor, and I made a mad dash back to the bed. I sat down, and dropped my shorts to my ankles.

The door swung open, and Michelle poked her cute face inside. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she gave me one of her dazzling smiles when she looked down into my crotch. I had my hands on my shorts, as if I was just pulling them on to get dressed, but I had developed a new erection while listening to the girls discuss seducing me and screwing my brains out. Michelle clucked like a mother hen as she came up next to me, her hand holding my shorts down and preventing me from pulling them on.

“Good morning.” I said to her, a sweet a loving expression on my face. It was nine o’clock in the evening, but ‘Good morning’ seemed appropriate.

“Good morning!” she growled back at me, not sweet or loving, but husky and lusting. With that she dipped her head, engulfing my stiff cock in her mouth, apparently tasting the dried cum from all three of us still caked on it. She pulled up and off me, still holding my stiffness in her hand as she looked directly into my eyes. “Honey, I want you to promise me something.”

“Of course.”

“Promise me, that you’ll never go behind my back. That you’re not going to cheat on me. I mean, I know we have some fun with Nicole, but that’s when I’m here and I’m encouraging you.” She cupped her other hand around my balls, tight enough so I could feel her fingernails. Her voice dropped into a threatening growl. “Swear on your testicles that you won’t let me down.”

“Michelle, honey.” I looked straight into her eyes. “I promise.”

She smiled sweetly at me, then helped me slide my shorts on. “Come on, then. I’m hungry.” I had some extra clothes I’d left behind in Michelle’s room, some nice slacks and a button-down shirt. Michelle loved to dress me, and so we stood in her room while she did the buttons on my shirt.

I looked over Michelle’s head, and out the doorway. Nicole was leaning against the wall not ten feet away from us. She too, was wearing a button-down blouse, and from my vantage point she showed me that most of the buttons had come undone, revealing that she wore no bra underneath. She held up a finger, licking it erotically before plunging it into her mouth. She sucked on it visibly, then pulled it out, showing off the wetness still clinging to its surface. Then she opened up the flap of her blouse, revealing a firm breast inside, and rubbed her wet finger all around the nipple.

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Learning the Blues Ch. 02

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“Thank y’all for coming out tonight,” Tommy muttered into the mic, his deep voice rumbling through the P.A.

I closed my eyes and absorbed the warmth of his drawl, that Southern twang that was so iconically…Tommy.

“It’s always good to be playing at home. We were playing in Louisville last week. They was good people, but I just couldn’t wait to get back to Alabama.”

Tommy smirked and played the opening riff to “Sweet Home Alabama” on his guitar, much to the delight of the crowd.

“Thank you, you’re good people,” he chuckled as his drummer rolled his eyes and played a rim-shot for effect, “We got a good show for you tonight. We gonna get things started tonight with a tune by Mr. John D. Loudermilk, covered by everybody from Miss Nina Simone to Norah Jones, ‘Turn Me On.'”

With that, the drummer clicked the tempo on his sticks and the three of them slammed into a bluesy riff of a song I thought I’d heard before. I had to admit that they were good…amazingly good. I never knew that three instruments could make a sound so big and full. It was a little disconcerting. Then Tommy opened his mouth to sing and I nearly fell out of my chair.

I had never once in my life bothered listening to Tommy sing. To me, it was a stupid hobby that he always kept hidden from me, which had been, I assumed, because he wasn’t very good at it. Jesus Christ, was a I wrong. Listening to him sing…Jesus, I had to cross my legs to hide the boner. It was like he was making love to me with his voice. I can’t explain the quality, the texture of his voice. In one moment, it was like being dragged through a quarry full of jagged rocks, the next it was like being wrapped up in warm liquid velvet..

Every now and then, he’d back away from the microphone and this sound, this unbelievably mournful wail would pour out of his guitar amp. I never knew he was that good. I honestly never paid attention. It was like being transported back in time sixty or seventy years to the Mississippi delta or to the streets of New Orleans or to the hills of Kentucky. It was like he had taken three different regions of the country, added angst and depression, mixed it up with anger, then added some hard liquor, and poured it down my throat. It burned so fucking good.

The club was stone-quiet aside from the sound of Tommy and his band. People were watching him like…hell, like he was their lifeline, their only hold on reality. I watched a woman squirm in her seat, her chest heaving as Tommy’s guitar continued to wail. She was sweating, and from the looks of it, panting too. Her nipples were so hard, they were practically digging a hole through her blouse. I even practically whimpered myself as the song came to an end.

Tommy nodded at the drummer, who “clicked” them in for the next song, tapping out the tempo on the hi-hat cymbals next to the snare. The next song was faster than the first, a classic eight-bar blues tune. casino şirketleri

“This here’s a song I wronte about a broken heart,” Tommy half-muttered into the mic so softly I almost didn’t hear him.

I can’t love you baby, can’t love you though I’ve tried.

He bellowed the line again, pure grit and angst dripping out of his voice.

I said I can’t love you, baby. No matter how hard I tried.

I gulped as he brought the third line home.

So I’m walking out that door, baby, a man’s gotta have his pride.

I felt myself go pale. It was like he was singing about us.

You done me wrong, darlin’, ripped my heart out of my chest

You have done me wrong, sugar, ripped my heart up out my chest

Now my nights are so long without you baby, without the one who loved me best.

The room began to get smaller, my head lighter. I couldn’t stay any longer, not like that. Not with him pouring his guts out on the stage so I could hear him. I couldn’t take the pain in his voice. I thought it would be easier when he backed off the mic and started into his guitar solo, but it turned out to be a derivative of the melody, and each note was a slap in the face.

Then something happened, and it was like he just came…uncorked. His fingers flew down the neck of the guitar, working some unholy voodoo magic on the frets. The sounds that came out of his amp…

“Oh my God,” I heard someone whisper in awe, “are you hearing this?”

Even his bass player was watching him in disbelief. It’s hard to put into words when someone does something like that. There’s an energy that comes out of them, and if you’ve never heard the blues, well…I just don’t think you would understand. Let’s just say that Tommy didn’t belong in some smoky club in Birmingham, Alabama. He belonged on a stage in front of thousands of people, sharing this incredible gift.

He soloed for about three straight minutes before his face inched towards the mic.

I tried so hard to love you baby, to hold you in my arms.

I swear, I tried to love you baby, to keep you safe in my arms.

But you killed me with your eyes, darlin. Pushed me out into the storm.

He looked out into the crowd, his unruly curls hanging down into his eyes as he rasped out that last line one more time.

But you killed me with your eyes, darlin. Pushed me out into the storm.

He and his bass player played an intricate outro, and then the song was over. The crowd visibly relaxed, the raw tension in the air dissipated…for now.

For what seemed like hours, Tommy and his band took everyone in that room on an emotional roller coaster. It was exhausting and I couldn’t believe how much his music was affecting me. He didn’t always play slow, mournful songs. Occasionally, he’d play classics from Journey or Boston or CCR, the kind of music that patrons of a bar in the South would go crazy casino firmaları for. He was a god on that stage, and true to Tommy form, he didn’t even realize it. Most of the time, he looked so lost in the music that it was as if he didn’t even realize where he was.

Finally, after three songs of nearly frantic pace and tempo, Tommy pulled up a stool and adjusted his microphone as he sat down. He reached down and picked up a towel on the floor and wiped the sweat from his face with it.

“Sometimes,” Tommy said, the southern accent in his voice much more pronounced than the last time I’d seen him He twisted the tuning knobs on the neck of his guitar casually, then adjusting his amp he continued, “sometimes loving somebody ain’t enough, you know? You…you try to save somebody…”

He trailed off, his eyes looking into the crowd. I sank down deep in my chair, my heart pounding in my chest.

“…and they don’t want saving.”

He pushed the hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. Christ, it looked good long, and he looked unbelievably sexy with his scruffy shadow of a beard.

“This next song is about that. It’s about losing yourself in the…in the music of someone,” he explained, the passion in his voice pulling me in, “it’s about getting so caught up in their…well, their song, that you can’t hear the world crashing down around you. It’s a tune by Mr. Leonard Cohen, a fantastic songwriter, but it was made popular by one of my musical icons, Mr. Jeff Buckley. You may know it. Sing along if you do.”

Tommy played the opening chords to Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah and my eyes began to burn. The song had been a favorite of mine for a while, though the haunting chords and melody did nothing to sooth my melancholy. By the time he began the third verse, the lady at the table next to mine was crying openly.

Baby, I’ve been here before. I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor

You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya.

The drummer began rolling on the cymbals with a pair of mallets, causing me to rise up to the edge of my seat with the coming crescendo.

But I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march.

It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

Tommy’s voice cracked on the last note, as he tumbled into the chorus, the slow, haunting repetition of the word hallelujah. His voice, previously all velvet and gravel, became something very different. It was shaky, unsure, pliant. Where his voice before had wrapped around you, seducing you, caressing you…his voice now was a little boy, shivering naked in some back corner somewhere, begging you to save him.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered as the waves of emotion washed over me.

As the song ended, Tommy shuddered. It made me intensely sad.

I watched as he collected himself and grinned at everyone.

“My name is Tommy Templeton,” güvenilir casino he said, pulling his worn red baseball cap back on so that the shadow covered his eyes, “and that there’s Mr. Jimmy Schute on the bass, and my main man Tyrone “Sweet Tea” Johnson back there on the drums. We are the Tommy Templeton Trio. We’ll be here all night and we’ll be back in 30. See Sue in the back and check out our merch table.”

I sat in stunned silence for the next ten minutes, just processing the music. Part of me wanted to find Tommy, to talk to him, to show him I still existed. Part of me wanted to just leave, to find some bar somewhere and drown myself in booze. I was still staring at the stage when the waitress who tried to offer me a drink earlier put a glass of water in front of me.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

I looked up into her plump face and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Embarrassed, I wiped it away.

“You’re not the first person to cry when Tommy sings,” she smiled, patting me on the shoulder.

“Is it…always like that?” I asked, wiping another stray tear away quickly and trying to pull myself together.

I took a sip of the glass of water as the waitress paused for a moment, clearly thinking about her words.

“Yeah,” she nodded, after a while, “Tommy’s just got that…something, you know?

I frowned for a moment, then tossed a few singles on the table as a tip for her.

“Yeah, he sure does, doesn’t he?”

I shoved my hands in my pocket and headed toward the door, trying to ignore the look she was giving me. I sort of get that look from people sometimes. You know the one I mean, all hungry and smoky and picturing you naked? These days, I try to ignore it. It makes me nervous.

As I pushed my way out of the double doors of the Red Carpet Lounge, I took a deep breath. The air was thick, but cool in a way that only those who have lived in the South can understand. I pulled my jacket closer around me because, well…like I said earlier: I’m always cold. That’s when I noticed him. Him.

I froze, not daring to move. He was talking on his cellphone, smiling, laughing. He ran his fingers through his long hair, which was a little damp with sweat. He rubbed the back of his neck and my stomach began to churn. I was about to turn when his eyes locked with mine. He smiled, nodding at me in that way Southerners do when they acknowledge a stranger, but I was too frozen with terror to return the gesture.

Then, I could see the flash in his eyes when he figured out I wasn’t a stranger. He recognized me. Shit.

Author’s note:

I encourage you to check out the songs featured in this chapter on YouTube or another streaming site. I wont’ include links as that would likely violate this site’s rules:

-Turn Me On: I prefer Norah Jones’ cover

-Out in the Storm: For a musical analogue to the song Tommy wrote, check out the Allman Brother’s version of “Stormy Morning.” Tommy’s song has a similar feel and tempo. His solo would have been similar to the one in the Allman Bros. performance of “Stormy Morning” at Filmore East.

-Hallelujah: There are many covers. Jeff Buckley’s is the best.

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Daddy Crosses the Rubicon Ch. 3

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Chapter 3: Inappropriate Fantasies

God, he prayed as he cruised toward his house in the suburbs, maybe with Miriam out of the picture for good, the nightmares will stop. Wonder if she has anything to do with them, he thought; I doubt it. The nightmares, “The Dream,” he had begun collectively calling them, were always identical, and in the last six weeks they had been occurring not only every night in his sleep, but also even in his daydreams. They could occur anywhere and anytime; at home, at work, hell, even mowing the grass. “The Dream” was a sickly perverted dream that simultaneously aroused and disgusted him. It was a technicolor atrocity of forbidden lust which both repelled and enticed him, forcing him to wrestle with the yen and yang of his sensuality; compelling him to struggle impotently for control of his sexual energy.

Memories of “The Dream” welled up from his subconscious even as he sped toward a new life free of Miriam and responsibility, and so powerful was its hold on him that all thought of his recent crime dissipated. He drove on autopilot as the terrible images flooded into his mind, filling it like a movie on a screen, bright, clear and fully focused. It was Laura, his baby, his gorgeous teenage daughter, with her long blonde hair, flashing blue green eyes and soft, gentle laughter.

In “The Dream,” they are always together, alone, in the ski boat. The sun is high in the sky and it’s uncommonly hot. She is wearing a daring bikini, which seductively and inappropriately exposes her ripening body. Even in “The Dream,” his face would burn with shame as the sight of her unselfconsciously moving about the boat produced unwanted erotic sensations. She says she wants to ski, but he says no; they don’t have anyone to spot for her while he drives the boat and it’s too dangerous to let her ski without a lookout. She pouts and stamps her feet petulantly. Just like her mother in some ways, he thinks, but her bouncing breasts are twice the size of Miriam’s. Then, she smiles coyly at him and runs her fingernail down his chest to his belly, while looking into his eyes with a look that’s sultry enough to steam crabs; a look that even now, existing only as a pale memory of “The Dream,” causes his pulse to quicken.

“Please, daddy, just for a little while; I’ll be careful, I promise,” she pleads as her fingertip teases the knotted string at the waist of his trunks.

I wonder what that finger will do, if I say no, he muses, as the words to refuse her form on his lips, but they die unuttered. He has not the will to deny her.

“OK, darlin, but just a little while,” he relents, ruefully looking down at her hovering finger.

The lake is crowded. He aims for empty water and advances the throttle, accelerating to pull her up. She rises expertly on a single ski and gains her balance quickly. He eases back the throttle back. The bow drops slightly as the boat reaches planing speed. His eyes scan the crowded water ahead to avoid the other boats. He glances back quickly and sees her skiing smoothly over the choppy water. She throws up a hand in a wave with the flat of her hand facing him; the signal to put on speed. She’s a speed lover that one, he thinks, easing the throttle toward wide open.

They hurtle toward the opposite shore. Closing rapidly with the shoreline, he begins a wide turn to reverse course. Laura, hair flying, swings out in a wide arc, jumping his wake and throwing up a rooster-tail of spray. He returns his eyes to the front just in time to see another boat cut directly across his bow. He spins the wheel evasively, hard to starboard. The shape of a boat flashes past, a narrow miss, and he frantically spins the wheel to resume course. Instantly, he feels the boat lurch forward as though kicked from behind. Throttling back, he looks to the stern and sees a few feet of slack ski rope trailing a frayed, broken end just behind the boat and, receding in the distance, Laura, ensnared in whipping ski-rope, crashing into the water at high speed.

Desperate, he turns the boat around and speeds to his child. She is hopelessly tangled in rope and struggling to extricate herself. The rope is pinning her arms to her sides. Her bikini top has been torn off by the impact and she looks frightened and dazed. As he approaches, she slips beneath the surface, with her eyes looking at him helplessly. He frantically stops the motor and dives over the side, swimming deep, guessing at the direction of her descent and praying to intercept her. In the murky darkness he finds her, struggling feebly to escape the encircling rope. He gathers her in his arms and, with a Herculean kick, propels casino şirketleri them both toward the surface. They break into the sunlight, gasping for air, several yards from the drifting boat.

“It’s OK, honey, you’re safe now, so let’s get that rope off of you and get back in the boat,” he says reassuringly. He begins trying to untangle her, and finds it easier to unwind the rope by simply turning her around in the water. Slowly, helping her turn with one hand and pulling rope with the other, he begins to disentangle the frightened girl. She spins slowly in his arms heedless of her nakedness. With each pass, her pert young breasts, full, yet immature, rotate toward him.

Round, perfectly shaped, with light pink aureoles surrounding the small hard buds of her darker nipples, her breasts lift proudly and heave with the exertion of her experience. Occasionally, as her back turns toward him, his hand inadvertently brushes across those swelling breasts. He feels the resilience of her fullness against his hand and marvels at the firm texture of her flesh,. Finally, she is freed, and he positions her with her back toward him once more. He pulls her tight against his chest in a classic lifesaving embrace and speaks to her calmly.

“Sweetheart, we’ve got to swim to the boat. It’s not far and you don’t have to do anything, just lie back and let me tow you. Can you do that, honey?”

“Yes, daddy, just give me a minute to get my breath back, OK?” she answers.

“Sure, baby,” he answers and pulls her closer.

His arm holding her against him passes just beneath her breasts. He feels their weight upon his arm, and a flush of urgency courses through him. He pulls her tighter, fighting the rising sensations, but that just causes the slippery flesh of her bosoms to press harder against his arm. She lies passively in his arms, lightly gasping for breath, enjoying the comforting embrace. The smooth skin of her back presses hard against the firmness of his chest. His feet churn, treading water. Her taut, thong clad buttocks unexpectedly press against his loins, and he feels a surge like a bolt of electricity rippling through his body.

Oh, my God, he thinks desperately, oh no. The pressure of her full, rounded buttocks pressing him is overpowering. His cock twitches, shudders like a sleeper waking from a deep sleep, and begins to grow. It rises urgently to press along the cleavage of her cheeks seeking to follow the thin string of her thong into the crevise. Jesus, he cries to himself, don’t do that; it’s your daughter. But his flesh has its own mind, and a will that resists restraint. In spite of his feeble protestations, his erection strengthens. Laura’s gasping diminishes. He whispers hoarsely, a hint of desperation in his voice, “Are you feeling better?”

She nods affirmatively, but responds, “Just give me another minute or two.”

He groans inwardly. His cock is approaching full erection; it is pressing her like an iron bar. Surely, she feels it; she must know what is happening here, he groans with inward despair. Almost as if responding to his unspoken fears, she shifts slightly in his arms, and the movement causes her breasts to caress his forearm. The hard points of her nipples drag hotly across his skin; her buttocks undulate suggestively against the bulge in his trunks. His cock jerks reflexively, and an involuntary gasp slips from his lips. Wantonly, she presses her full hips against him; he feels her cheeks spreading slightly to accommodate his length.

She looks back at him over her shoulder and smiles; a smile which he cannot reliably distinguish between seductive and sweet. Almost imperceptibly her buttocks wriggle in a subtle caress of the protruding flesh of his cock. Confusion, dread and desire swirl in his mind like the flames of an out-of-control conflagration. Good God, he thinks, she can’t be encouraging me; this can’t be happening. But his fully aroused cock responds to the implicit invitation with another involuntary jerk. Oh my God, I know she felt that, he moans pitifully, just as she turns her face toward him and says huskily, “OK, daddy, I’m ready.”

He immediately begins to swim toward the boat, propelled by an uncertain urgency. His powerful strokes bring them quickly to stern and the hanging ladder. He helps her gain a purchase on the slippery rungs and watches as she ascends to the gunnel. She climbs gracefully, her nude breasts bobbling enticingly. At the top, she hops into the boat and turns to watch him climb the ladder. Embarrassed by his obvious arousal, he clings to the bottom rung using the murky water to conceal himself.

“Daddy?” casino firmaları she pleads imploringly, “Come up here and get in the boat, please.”

Blushing with crimson embarrassment that’s hot enough to boil the water he’s hiding in, he lifts himself onto the ladder and reluctantly begins to climb. He bends at the waist, trying as best he can to conceal his state from her inquiring gaze. She’s waiting for him, watching expectantly, and she extends her hand to help him over the stern. His eyes meet hers as he reaches the top of the ladder. A sultry warmth has replaced the wild, fearful look in her eyes. He takes her proffered hand and steps from the ladder to the slippery gunnel of the rocking boat. Her eyes drop instantly to the bulge in his swimsuit. The wet fabric clings transparently to the rigid length of his cock, outlining it perfectly and leaving nothing to her imagination. Seductively, a smile flickers at the corners of her mouth, and her pink tongue sweeps suggestively across her lips.

“My, my, daddy, just look at you,” she whispers, and her fingers tighten their grip on his hand.

His mind swirls, excitement and revulsion writhe in mortal combat in that instant, and he loses concentration. His bare foot slips wildly on the wet gunnel. Balance lost, he totters for an instant at the top of the ladder, half in the boat and half out. Instinctively, she yanks his hand, jerking him toward her, into the boat. Lurching forward, he falls into the girl, knocking her to the floor, and sprawls across her body in a confused tangle of arms and legs in the bottom of the boat.

Stunned, he lays still for a minute, collecting himself. He is instantly aware that the girl’s lithe body is beneath him. Her firm breasts rise to meet the full weight of his chest; her nipples press hard into his skin like a pair of white-hot rivits. Her smooth, flat belly rises and falls beneath him with the steady rhythm of her breathing. She has spread her legs to receive the weight of his hips, cradling him with the soft saddle of her loins. The length of his rigid cock, throbbing with forbidden desire, presses into the resilient, nearly nude mons of her pussy.

Oh Lord, his mind reels, struggling against the rising tide of his lust. His resistance begins to ebb, eroded by the certain knowledge that nothing but the flimsiest of cloth separates him from the Nirvana of her warm, wet sheath. Wantonly, she lifts her hips beneath him, rubbing herself against his maleness, and she looks directly into his eyes with lustful anticipation. His heart lodges in his throat; his pulse pounds wildly at his temples. He is breathless and faint, almost giddy with arousal. The movement of her mons upon his penis triggers exquisite sensation. His cock throbs in reaction, causing her eyes to blaze with delight. Immediately, she lifts her hips again to caress his hardness, and elicits an audible groan from his slightly parted lips.

I’ve got to stop this right now, he thinks, nearly frantic with mounting confusion, and he tries to summons the will to resist his passion. He fights the present with the past attempting to recall the voluptuous girl writhing passionately beneath him as a toddler, but the hardening points of her breasts pierce his thoughts and block the attempt. With dwindling conviction he struggles to lifts his head, lips parting in protest, and tries to break free of her embrace. She counters by throwing her arm over his neck, and, in a throaty voice that is heavy with sexual promise, she utters the single command, “Stay.”

“Uuuuh,” he groans, as his breath rushes out of his lungs like a man punched in the stomach.

Startled and stunned, he hesitates on the narrow ledge of his sanity, off balance and uncertain, and, in that instant, he is lost. Her lush, candied lips touch his. Softly, they caress his mouth, and he tastes the incredible sweetness of her youth. Eagerly, her lips awaken, moving aggressively against his passivity. Her tongue slips past his last defenses to sweep into the warm cavern of his mouth like a swallow fluttering in a summer breeze. Blood pounds in his head. Her tongue, a sweet serpent of cunning desire, flicks sensuously at the corners of his lips and delves into the darkest recesses of his lust, fanning the flames of his emotion. She kisses him with an eager, unrestrained passion the like of which he has never known, didn’t dream existed, and pulls him closer to her eager mouth. Still, he resists her and the swelling storm surge of his arousal.

“Baby, baby,” he mouths in protest, puffing weakly against her moving lips, “We mus…”

“Shhhhh, daddy, it’s OK,” güvenilir casino she interrupts, and her mons caresses his length once more to quell his fear.

With surprising strength she pulls his mouth tightly to her lips silencing further protests. Her tongue delves erotically, swirling, sweeping his hard surfaces and cajoling him to abandon hesitation. Crumbling, he yields to her. His tongue responds, meeting hers, cautiously at first, then with growing abandon, entwining, dancing in an urgent, unchoreographed minuet of moist passion. His hands embrace her face; his fingers entwine in the damp tendrils of her hair to hold her gently as his lips churn against hers.

Sensing surrender, she purrs and spreads her thighs, hunching again, but more wantonly than before. She strokes the length of his cock with her pussy and gurgles her lust against his mouth, leaving him no doubt of her intentions. Capitulating totally to his forbidden lust, he answers with a ferocious thrust wedges the tiny triangle of fabric cloth between her pussy lips. His hardness rides her cleft, splaying her lips like a plow breaking the earth. She shudders under him and mews as his cock scrapes the sensitive bud of her clitoris.

“Mmmmmm. That’s nice, daddy,” she gasps, the words breaking heavily around the taut spike of his tongue. He groans and sends his cock on another intoxicating slide along the sweet heaven of her parted lips. Her hand, featherlike, dances down his body, weaving a trail of goosebumps on his bare flesh. Her fingertips pause for the space of an expectant gasp or two at the band of his trunks. Holding him close and kissing him deeply, she slips her fingers under his trunks and seizes his throbbing prick in her hand.

“Ohhh, baby!” he gasps as her cool fingers encircle his red-hot cock.

Her fingers tighten. She moves her hand on his pulsing shaft. Down, then up, then back down again, her fingers caress his heated flesh. She holds him against her body, jacking him off, and she directs his taut cock head to her clit, rubbing herself with him through the thin fabric of their swimsuits. He shudders at the exquisite stimulation; his cock twitches uncontrollably in her tantalizing grasp.

“Oooo, daddy, your cock’s so big and hard; I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to jack you off,” she whispers heatedly, and her hand slithered up and down his shaft eagerly.

Her lewd words ignite a cataclysm in his mind. “Argh,” he screams through clenched teeth. His back arches, and his muscles go rigid.

She bites the tip of his tongue, moaning as her fist tightens on his swelling flesh, “Cum for me, daddy. I want to feel it gush out of your prick.”

“Laura, baby,” he wails helplessly as he begins viciously slamming his cock through the girl’s tightly encircling fingers and his cum, white hot and thick, erupts from the tip.

Goddamm, he thought, waking from his daydream and glancing at the speedometer. He was rocketing down the freeway at 84 miles an hour and nearly oblivious to everything but the pounding erection in his pants. Lifting his foot off the accelerator, he looked down at his lap and noticed a spreading stain on his trousers. Sweating hands griped the wheel tensely. Goddamm. Always the same; every time. He fights his emotions, really fights, but he can’t resist his awful urges and he capitulates; too weak, too spineless to protect his daughter from her own father. And, in the moment of his greatest failing, as he surrenders to the irresistible beast in his loins, she touches him, coaxing him to cum for her, and he shoots his cum into his pants. “The Dream” always ends like that, whether he’s asleep or awake, and he wakens from it to find his body soaked in sweat and his cock gushing cum into his shorts.

What in the hell is the matter with me, he agonized, wheeling the car past the imposing stone pillars at the entrance to his subdivision. Why am I having dreams that involve my own daughter, he interrogated himself relentlessly. Hell, we don’t even kiss good night any more, and I sure haven’t seen her naked in years and years. Bewildered, he shook his head and temporized. Well, sure, I know what she looks like now that she’s grown. Swim suits and padding around the house in bra and panties took care of that. Sure, I’ve noticed that her breasts have filled out, and her hips have widened nicely.

And, of course, I’m aware she has the body of an athlete. Hell, she is an athlete, lettered in soccer and basketball in high school and studied dance for years and years. Modern dance, jazz, tap, ballet, you name it, she excelled at it. Sure, I’ve watched her dance at recitals, moving with the grace of a cat across the floor, spotlighted, her shapely legs flashing. Sure, some of it was pretty exotic, but I never looked at her like that, not really. Why, she’s just a little girl; my baby. Not like that, never, I couldn’t.

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