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I’ve always been a church going girl; a “real” Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to “break the girl.” They wanted to change me from the “good, virginal girl” to “one of them.”

They told me I should read “Mr. Maybe,” which I did. I then started reading other books that if some of my other friends found out I were reading I would be exiled from the group. I eventually started signing onto erotic literature websites and rubbing myself to other’s sexual encounters. The cheerleading squad successfully “broke me” but they didn’t know that: I kept up the “virginal” reputation throughout high school.

I am now in graduate school and live at home. And most people still think that I am this good innocent girl. But they don’t know the real me.

My parents and two younger brothers left the house to run errands. This left me alone, by myself. Seeing that I cheer at my school I have extremely bad tan lines: the shorts, the socks, the tank tops. So I went outside to sunbath, naked.

All of the sudden there was a shadow above me and the last time I had looked there were no clouds to be seen kaynarca escort anywhere in the sky. To my surprise, after looking up, I saw my 45 year old, married next-door neighbor with a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. This wasn’t your average bulge. I could tell that his cock was huge and long and very hard. My nipples immediately perked up and I could feel myself starting to get wet.

Mr. Smith started taking off his sweaty work clothes and I sat up in anticipation. Right then and there we were both naked. He sat down next to me and put his rough dirty hand over my breast. “I have dreamt about this since you moved in here six years ago.”

He bent down and kissed me passionately and I moved my hand slowly down his defined chest to his throbbing rod only to feel it pulsing in my hand. “Wait,” he tried to say but it came out as a moan. After pulling my hand off of him he took a deep breath and tried again, “Wait, I want to feel you around me.”

He situated himself on top of me and slid smoothly inside of me. He was the biggest I had ever had. He felt so good. As he was thrusting in and out of me when another shadow came over us.

This time it was his wife. “Jack how could you? We always said that if either one küçükyalı escort of us had the opportunity we would share it together.”

Before he could argue I began to reach my climax and was moaning in delight. I sat up and realized what was going on and was not nearly done. In the bright, midday sun I pulled Mrs. Smith to the ground and slowly pulled her clothes off. Her toned, tan stomach was more that I could take. I began kissing her on her neck and slowly made my way down to her navel. It was there that I paused and didn’t proceed until she moaned her complaint.

I spread her legs when I finally made it there. After taking a deep breath I moaned at the thought of what she would taste like. I couldn’t help but lick her slit to see how she tasted and grunted at the satisfaction. Flicking her clit with my tongue and pumping my fingers in her hole I was in heaven and from the sounds she was making she wasn’t about to complain.

As I continued this I could barely take it any more. I couldn’t believe how hard her clit was becoming and that was only adding to the pain I was in. I needed to be relived once again but couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from her beautiful body.

Mrs. Smith began bucking sancaktepe escort and thrusting her clit into my face and I loved ever minute. When she finally came it was harder than I ever had and ended up all over my face.

While I am still recovering from this beautiful event I feel her pull my legs apart. Then her fingers moved over my clit. She could feel how wet I was. “I would have never guessed you to be one to shave, let alone to tan naked. I love how golden your lips are. She pulled my lips apart and thrust her tongue onto my clit and licked me from one end of my slit to another.

“Faster,” I begged, “Harder,” I was out of breath this time. Her tongue was most experienced and I loved every minute of it. She lapped up my wetness and in doing so only produced more. She moved my clit up and down and right and left and by this time I was thrusting my twat so hard into her face and I couldn’t control myself.

“Oh My God… Oh My God…” I hear myself moaning and my body tense. I know that I will soon climax and she takes her fingers and thrust them inside of me. It was then that it was all over with. My body was throbbing and thrusting and I could not move. I feel myself climax harder than ever before and realized how much I wanted to do this again and again.

She fell next to me and our short breaths coincided. When we finally caught our breaths and were able to speak again she said, “My house tomorrow night eight o’clock” the stood up naked in all her glory, walked to her house and shut the door.

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First Night in Panties

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I’d already driven ten hours, I was exhausted and still four hours from home. Normally the drive wasn’t hard for me, but tonight, I just needed to stop. Thinking about where I was, I realized that I wasn’t far from the little town where my Mom was living now. My father passed some ten years ago and she’d moved out of our old house soon after.

I called ahead and she assured me that she’d have a bed made up for me. I called my wife and explained and promised to call her again in the morning.

About that time the rain hit with a vengeance and I thought that it couldn’t get any worse. I tried to remember the exact route to her place, but got lost a couple times. My wife had urged me to get one of those GPS boxes but I’d been too stubborn.

“Paying for it now,” I muttered. I really wasn’t feeling well and the extra delay was making it worse.

Once I found the development, I had to hunt and hunt for a parking space. With the rain thumping my roof, I squeezed into the only place, about a hundred yards from her building.

I waited about ten minutes for the rain to let up and it didn’t so I rushed out of the car and ran all the way. Didn’t help. I was a drowned rat at her door when she opened it.

“Oh, Mark! Why didn’t you…” she began but then bit her tongue and hustled me inside. I stood dripping in her foyer.

“Get those off and I’ll get you a towel and a robe.”

I wrestled with the wet denim and obstinate buttons until I was down to my boxers and shivering. I felt like I was getting sick.

She returned handing me a big towel. She held up a robe but it was far too small to fit me. I was far taller and fikirtepe escort bigger than either my mother or father, a source of perennial jokes around the Thanksgiving table about the tall mailman.

My body clenched up and I sneezed, hard, catching me off guard.

“Everything, little mister,” she said with a grin. “Nothing I haven’t seen a thousand times.” I hesitated and then stripped off my boxers and continued to towel myself.

I heard the dryer start and wrapped the towel around my waist. My mother came back and gave me a hug and then felt my forehead.

“You’re burning up! How long have you been sick?” she asked as she hustled me down the hall to her bedroom.

“I don’t know. I guess I started feeling like shi.. uh, crap this afternoon. The rain just pushed it over the edge I think.”

“Get in,” she said in a no nonsense tone, pointing at her bed. I awkwardly obeyed, slipping under the covers up to my waist and using the towel to dry my hair off more.

When I finally settled down, I could feel the heat of my fever, but was glad for the comforter on the bed.

My mother went into nurturing mode bringing me a light meal, some aspirin, and ginger ale. I laughed. I hadn’t had ginger ale since I was ten.

She settled into the chair in the room as I ate and then laid back. I told her about my business trip and what Lucy and the kids and I had been up to since our last visit with her.

Shifting in the bed, I groaned a little. Seeing her look of concern, I mumbled, “Aching.”

She started talking about when I was kid, the times I’d get sick and she’d take care of me. She’d gebze escort really been a very good Mom to have and I told her so.

“Well, do you think you need the ‘special treatment’ before you try to sleep?” There was a silence.

In some part of my brain, I guess I’d concluded that the ‘special treatment’ was some fantasy I’d had as a teenager in the heat of hormones. I was sure it had never actually happened, but here my Mom was asking me if I wanted it.

I was speechless.

She smiled and went to her bathroom. She came back with a warm damp washcloth and laid it on the bedside table. Then she went over to her dresser. Opening the middle drawer I saw a jumble of lace, satin, nylon, and cotton lingerie. She hummed lightly until she found just the right one. I knew what it was before she pulled it out.

Size 9 pink nylon full briefs with lace accents. They were three sizes too big for my mother but I knew they would fit… me.

My heart was pounding and my cock was starting to get hard when she pulled the covers off to expose me. I obediently drew my legs out from under the covers and let her slip the panties on over them. I shuddered in pleasure as she pulled them up my body, the silky nylon caressing my calves and thighs.

Then I lifted my bottom and she pulled them into place. They engulfed me, completely covering my rigid cock, my bottom and up above my navel. She helped me get my feet back under the covers and then brought the covers back up to my neck.

I swallowed hard as I watched her bring her chair to the side of the bed and slide her arm under the covers. I moaned as her hand found içerenköy escort my cock.

She began almost playing with it, sliding it around in all the nylon, wrapping the nylon around it or pulling the panties different ways against my bottom or waist.

It was so wrong but it tapped into my deep-set desires. I felt her fingers expertly touching my cock, rubbing the edge of the head then stroking the hard shaft. She even cupped and caressed my full balls through the cotton gusset of the panties.

“I think you still like this,” she said with a naughty smile. “I know it will relax you and help you to sleep. It always did.”

I began to squirm a little, foggy in my head because of my fever and losing myself in my fantasy, of her firm hand on my cock and being dressed in panties by her.

After ten minutes or more of teasing me, she got down to business, grasping my cock through the panties and stroking it firmly, sliding the nylon up and down across the sensitive head.

I couldn’t help but moan and mew in pleasure. I’d always loved being jacked off by women, completely at their mercy, though Lucy was the only one who knew I loved to wear lingerie too when it happened. Well, Lucy and my mother, of course.

She picked up the washcloth and slipped it under the covers too, laying it on my stomach above the waist of the panties. She stopped stroking me a moment and slipped the cloth under the panties ready to catch my load.

Only a few more panty-covered firm strokes and I was cumming hard, splatters of cum hitting the washcloth as she worked my shaft. It was such a complete release I realized I was falling asleep as soon as my testes stopped pumping out the cum.

She cleaned the head of my cock with a quick wipe and took her hands and the washcloth away. I lay there in bliss, in pink panties in her bed as she quietly turned off the light and closed the door behind her.

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The Offer

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The offer was as shocking as it was intriguing.

My name is Carole Symonds and I am a 32 mother of two. At the time this story took place I was still married and I was working for a large company as a regional sales manager, a position that I have since left to pursue a more fulfilling career as a journalist/fiction writer. At the time I was about 135 pounds, which on my 5’2” frame is more than I would like, but I think I carried it well. My 36c breasts and narrow waist flaired nicely into full round hips. My legs were shapely and muscular with out any cellulite. Long brown dark brown hair framed my pretty face, on which my large brown eyes are clearly my best feature.

It was Wednesday and I was in Chicago on business. I had already been at the hotel for two nights and I had another two before I could get home to my family. I had been in a seminar all day and I needed to get something to eat so I went down to the hotel bar and ordered a sandwich and a glass of merlot. As I waited for my food an attractive woman in her early twenties sat down on the bar stool to my left. She was well dressed in a green silk dress that accentuated her generous curves and ended just above her knee. Her red hair was strikingly short, but still stylish and she had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. It was obvious to me that she was a working girl and I assumed that she was sitting down next to me so as not to attract attention until she found a prospective client.

The woman introduced herself as Sabrina, Bree for short. I turned to face her and smiled while introducing myself as Carole. Bree asked if I was here on business and I replied that I was here all week attending seminars and then a trade show on Friday. We continued to chat about traveling, hotel food and our families. I told her my husband Drew was at home with our daughter Brianna and I was looking forward to getting home because I hate sleeping alone. She replied that she knew the feeling and I thought to myself “I am sure you do.”

When my food came I ordered a second glass of wine and Bree and I continued to talk as I ate. I looked around the room and noticed that the bar was getting quite crowded. “Perhaps I was wrong,” I thought, “maybe she isn’t a prostitute. After all she is passing up quite a few eligible clients if she is.” I ordered a third glass of wine, something I rarely do, and excused my self to go to the ladies room. When I returned Bree was still sitting on the stool where I had left her and her face seemed to light up when she saw me. After I had eaten my sandwich and finished my third glass of wine I stood and told Bree that I really had to get some rest. As I stood her hand touched mine and she asked me if I wanted some company. At first what she was asking didn’t register, but slowly my slightly drunk mind realized that she was propositioning me. I was shocked. A woman had never hit on me before, at least not that I was aware of. I had certainly never considered such a thing but still I blushed furiously. I informed her that I was not gay and quickly walked to the elevator.

When I got to my room I was still a little shaken but as I sat on my bed I was more than a little intrigued. I had to admit that I was lonely suadiye escort and certainly horny. I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed naked. I closed my eyes and tried to come up with an appealing fantasy. Inevitably my mind went back to the pretty Bree sitting at the bar. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her and what would she do to me. I was shocked at what I was fantasizing about, but still my mind continued to play out the enticing scenario. My fingers slipped easily past my swollen labia and into the slick wet folds of my pussy. I could not remember ever being this wet when I masturbated.

In my minds eye, the fingers caressing my pussy belonged to Bree. I slowly inserted two fingers inside while my thumb started to rub my now swollen clit. My left hand moved upward and began to squeeze and caress my right breast causing the nipple to crinkle up to a taught sensitive nub. I let out a soft moan as I felt the waves of pleasure overtake my body. My legs began to quake as my thumb continued to furiously rub my swollen clit. I pinched my nipples and pumped three fingers in my tight hole while my thumb attacked my clit. The waves of pleasure shook my body with an intensity that I could not remember ever experiencing and I let out a squeal before I managed to put my fist in my mouth to stifle the sound.

As my orgasm subsided I brought my right hand to my mouth and with my eyes closed tightly I licked my fingers clean. I had never done that before and the taste was surprisingly good. I moved my hand back between my legs, being careful not to touch my hypersensitive clit, and brought more of my tasty juices to my mouth. I found I could not get enough and slowly the fire in my loins began to grow again.

I climbed out of bed with a new resolve and quickly slipped my recently discarded black dress over my head, not bothering to put on panties and a bra. I went into the bathroom and did my best to fix the mess I had made of my hair. I slipped on a pair of black heals and headed out the door and down the hall toward the elevator. I brought my hand back to my mouth and inhaled my scent as I slowly licked my fingers. In the elevator I lifted the hem of my dress up and slid my fingers over my wet pussy. I brought the fresh juices to my mouth and sucked my fingers like a small cock as the elevator descended. Just before the light from the lobby penetrated the solitude of the elevator I took my fingers out of my mouth and straightened my dress.

I peered into the bar, which had begun to empty, and saw Bree sitting at a table with a few men in rumpled business suits. I walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine before spinning on the stool to look over at Bree across the room. She looked up and when she saw me her face lit up, just as it had before when I had returned from the bathroom hours earlier. The bar tender placed the glass of wine in front of me, and I told him to bill it to my room. Then I turned back to face Bree.

Mustering all the courage I could I slid the hem of my skirt up almost to the top of my thighs and while the pretty redhead watched I slowly traced my finger along my swollen pussy lips. Her smile got even wider and I saw her lean yakacık escort over to the guy sitting next to her and whisper something to him. Then she got up from the table and walked past me on the way toward the ladies room. I stood and followed her, not knowing what I was doing but hoping that something would happen to help put out the raging fire burning inside me. I was just a few steps behind her.

As I entered the bathroom she turned to face me and I felt her soft lips on mine. She kissed me softly on the lips before her mouth trailed to my ear and she warmly blew in it while whispering that she was hoping to see me again. Her body pressed against mine, and the gentle touch was like a warm liquid had washed over me. Her mouth pressed against mine and my lips parted, our tongues met in a furious dance of passion and desire. She pulled my dress up past my hips and her fingers caressed my skin sending a shiver through my body. She broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go to your room.”

“What about your client,” I asked.

“He can wait, unless you want to do him with me,” she grinned.

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“I was only kidding, besides I want you all to myself,” she said as she grabbed her shoulder bag and led me out the door by the hand. I quickly pulled my dress back into place as we walked past the front desk.

Inside the elevator we continued to kiss like a couple of teenagers experiencing sex for the first time, which in a sense I was. Bree pressed the top of my dress down past my large breasts and began planting little butterfly kisses all over my neck and chest before reaching my aching nipples. When the elevator doors opened she pulled me out into the hall, not giving me time to straighten myself up. When I tried to move my hands up to cover myself she grabbed my wrists and held my arms to my side while pressing her body against mine and kissing me deeply.

“Which way to your room, lover,” she whispered. I nodded toward the right and she let go of one arm and led me down the hall topless, her free hand reaching over to tweak my taught nipples. When we got to my room she lifted the hem of my dress over my wide hips and reached around my waist, her fingers sliding along the outside of my very wet pussy as I fumbled with the card key. When the door opened Bree pushed me inside and pressed her body against mine, kissing me hard. Her tongue pressed deep into my mouth and my body responded to her aggressive touch. Her hands were rubbing all over my exposed flesh, from my cheeks and face down to my ass, kneading it like dough. My hips began to gyrate against her, and she sensed I needed something more so she thrust her leg between my thighs and against my needy pussy. I rubbed myself against her while our tongues danced the forbidden dance until my body shuddered with my first orgasm in the arms of another woman.

Bree was not done though, not even close. She turned around and asked me to unzip her dress, which I did with trembling hands. As the dress dropped to the floor I gasped at her beauty. Her body was magnificent. Her breasts were large and firm like you would expect on a twenty-something hooker. Her waist was narrow şerifali escort with a flat muscular tummy. She had an ass that could only be described as perfect, and hips that were made for something other than childbirth. Her pussy was nearly bare, except for a small tuff of red fur above her clit.

“I have to taste you,” I said as I slid to my knees. My tongue touched her pussy and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She tasted like the sweetest honey with just a hint of lemon, and as I licked her I was rewarded with more of her sweet nectar. I attacked her pussy like a woman on a mission, and I was on a mission to make this lovely woman cum. Nothing else mattered at that moment. The entire universe had disappeared and all that existed was Bree and I. In just a few short minutes she let out a guttural moan and released a flood of juices into my mouth. I had never heard of a woman releasing so much fluid when she came, but that is exactly what she did and I gulped it down like a thirst crazed nympho.

Bree’s legs were obviously weak after she came and we both collapsed on the bed. We continued to kiss and fondle each other for an hour, not even speaking just enjoying the feeling of our warm bodies touching each other. I felt the fire inside me begin to heat up and Bree sensed it. She kissed her way down my body stopping to lovingly suckle my sensitive nipples. Her tongue slid down my tummy slipping inside my navel before traveling onward toward my waiting sex. I spread my legs wide and allowed her access to all that I had to offer. She accepted my invitation and licked me from my puckered asshole to the swollen nub of my clit. I shuddered as she went back and did it again, this time pushing her tongue inside the tight hole. A soft moan escaped my lips as her fingers parted my lips and she sucked my clit into her mouth like a little cock, rubbing her tongue on the underside as she did. The room began to spin as Bree took me to new heights of pleasure until the room went black. I awoke a few moments later with Bree next to me. She was spooning against my body and I knew that this was something that I was going to have to do again.

I awoke the next morning with Bree’s tongue sliding deliciously across my pussy lips. I looked down at her and she gazed up at me with those magnificent green eyes. My fingers caressed her scalp and ran through her short hair as she slowly stoked the fire. I left my right hand on her head as my left traveled up to my breasts and I squeezed them with desire. Her tempo increased and my breathing began to get labored. I was gasping for air as my passion increased. I felt the waves rush over me like a typhoon centered in my pussy and moving outward with an intensity that overwhelmed me. As I came down I saw Bree standing next to the bed fastening the straps of a harness around her waist.

From the front of the harness hung a large realistic looking cock. I smiled and spread my legs letting her know that I was ready and willing for her to fuck me like I knew only she could. Bree climbed onto the bed and pressed the large fake cock to my wet hole. It slid in easily and soon our hips were thrusting together while our lips locked together in a torrid passionate kiss. My hands caressed her soft skin, pulling her firm ass to me. Then I released her so she could piston the big cock into my wet pussy. I came again with her cock inside me and I felt like a complete woman for the first time in my life.

To Be Continued…

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They were at the 80’s schoolhouse party. Everyone was dressed freakishly eighties; wild hair, bright makeup, slap bracelets…It was scary.

Emily didn’t really go for that look. She preferred to focus more on the “schoolhouse” aspect: plaid skirt, white oxford, knee highs, Mary Jane’s, and braids in her hair–the whole fantasy schoolgirl look. The bright pink lollipop she sucked on just got the guys’ attention more. There was only one guy, however, whose opinion Emily gave a damn about. Steve.

Steve was just about the sexiest guy Emily had ever met, and Emily had met plenty of sexy guys. Being a sorority girl opened up all kinds opportunities for frolicking with the opposite sex. And Emily liked to frolic.

Tonight, she intended to frolic with Steve.

“Hey sweet-thang,” Dustin said as he sidled up to her. “Wanna dance?”

Emily gave him a quick once-over. “Not particularly,” she said between lascivious licks of her lolly that drove Dustin wild. She turned away and went to go dance by herself.

Then, Steve entered the room. Emily caught his eye as he scanned the ‘dance floor’ while filling himself another beer. She winked at him. He slowly made his way over to where she was bouncing to the music and put a hand at her waist, pulling her close to grind. Emily did not generally put up with this kind of behavior, but then, tuzla escort this was Steve. And she wanted some tonight. From him.

They held that position for three more songs before Emily began to get tired of dancing.

“I have to go sit down,” she told him, yelling to be heard above the booming music. She wriggled out of his grasp and started towards the stairs, swaying her hips seductively.

He found her again a bit later in the living room, and sat on the couch beside her, draping an arm possessively over her shoulders. She snuggled into his chest and they conversed for a while on the subjects of friends, school and her new apartment.

Emily had been horny to begin with, but sitting there like that with him made her want him more.

“Is there someplace quieter we can talk? Like, in private?” she asked innocently widening her eyes as she looked up at him.

Steve was mildly uncomfortable with this suggestion, but being the frat boy that he is, he found somewhere they could go ‘talk.’

As soon as they were alone, Emily pushed him against the door and started kissing him, wildly, wetly, passionately. Somewhat surprised, Steve played along, running his hands down her sides and kissing her in return.

This was all the encouragement Emily needed. She pulled free of his lips and kissed her way to his left göztepe escort ear, rolling the fleshy lobe between her teeth. She heard Steve’s sharp intake of breath and smiled to herself pressing up against him to confirm that he was, indeed, sporting a hard-on. ‘Perfect!’ she thought.

Pulling his shirt up, she ran her hands over his chest, teasing his flat, male nipples into tight, hard buds. Steve groaned again and ground his hips against hers.

Trailing her hands down from his pecs and over his stomach, she reached the waistband of his pants. Eagerly, Emily unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper. Again ravaging his mouth with lips, teeth and tongue, she reached her hand through the opening in his boxer shorts and began to stroke his thick member, cupping and squeezing his balls intermittently.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.

“You’ll see…” she replied with a devilish grin, dropping to her knees before him. She released his massive cock from the constraints of his boxers and for a while just held it in front of her, bathing the pulsating tool with her hot breath. It twitched and grew in her hand, seeming to beckon her to take it in her mouth. She readily complied. She had been craving a taste of cock anyway.

After one long, hard suction, she backed off a bit to nibble on the head and lick üsküdar escort up and down the shaft in the same manner that she had been licking her lolly earlier. While she was at it, she decided to pull his balls into her mouth, one at a time, and treat them to the manipulation of her tongue.

Sparing glance up at Steve’s face, Emily saw his head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed, hands braced on the doorframe. He looked to be enjoying himself…

Emily went back to bathing his meat with her oral juices before taking him fully back into her mouth. When she reached the point where her nose was nestled in his pubic hair, his eyes popped open. She was deep throating him! He never thought that she was the type who could do that. Wow.

She met his eyes and he saw her knowing laughter. She was well aware that he never expected this from her and had been just biding her time, waiting to surprise him.

She began to increase the speed and pressure of the strokes her lips were making on his huge wanker. Soon, he had reached the boiling point. Shaking, and whispering obscenities, he buried his hands in her hair and began to shoot hot wads of cum into Emily’s mouth. She swallowed it all down with the style of a pro and kept sucking his now limp tool until he was dry.

Getting up from her knees, she stuck the lolly back into her mouth and picked up Steve’s beer. Taking a generous gulp to get rid of the salty taste in her mouth, she handed it back to him and smiled sweetly.

“I thought you said you didn’t do that.” he said with a questioning look on his face.

“I lied.”

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Campground Tour

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I wanted to do something a little different the other night, so I decided to go somewhere I’d never gone as Karyn before. We have a resort area with several campgrounds not too far away, so I decided to take a late night stroll through one of them.

I dressed down just a little – spiked stilettos were a little much for a campground! I wore a simple grey shirt with a short denim skirt, bare legs with carefully pedicured toes in a pair of 2″ open toed platform slides, and my long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. I painted my fingernails to match my dark red toes, and slicked on some pink lip gloss and mascara. The end result was very feminine, but definitely toned down from my usual look.

I parked my car in the hotel parking lot of the resort, and crossed the street to the campground. There were still some people around their campfires, although many had already gone to bed for the night. I walked around the whole roadway – occasionally acıbadem escort somebody would say hello and I answered back, but nothing more than that.

I had to take a pee, so I wandered over to a nearby bathroom. It was deserted, so I got my business done, tucked myself back away in my panties, checked my makeup, and decided I’d head back to the car and maybe try another campground.

When I got outside, though, a voice from the shadows said “Hello”, and then a man stepped out into the light from the bathroom. He introduced himself as Richard, and said he’d seen me walking by. He said that he wanted to make sure that I got back safely to my campsite since it looked like I was walking alone.

I admitted to him that I was alone, and had just stopped at the camp to use the restroom and that I really wasn’t camped there at all. He then said that as long as I was there I might as well camp for a little while at atalar escort least, and invited me back to his site. With my heart pounding, I agreed, and he took my hand and led me to his campsite at the edge of the campground near a little creek.

We sat on his folding chairs next to the creek in the moonlight, and as we chatted he moved closer and said that he found me very attractive. He put his arm around me and pulled me close for a kiss. Our lips met, and my tongue explored his mouth as his did mine.

I felt a familiar hardness in my panties as we kissed, and decided that I’d better do something to distract him before he started feeling around down there. I told him that I didn’t have sex with strangers, but that I could please him in other ways if he wanted, and asked him to turn his chair towards mine and take out his cock.

I slipped off my slides and brought my bare feet to his cock. He was dark skinned, and aydınlı escort my lily white feet with the dark red toes caressing his cock and stroking it looked totally hot. I let him fuck my sexy bare soles as he got nice and hard – I love to feel a cock getting hard between my pretty bare feet.

Once he was nice and hard, I slid down on my knees in the dirt in front of him. I gently kissed the tip of his cock, then licked all around the head and up and down the shaft before taking him in my hot little mouth. My lipsticked lips felt so good wrapped around his cock that he started to moan as he fucked my face. I felt like such a slutty cocksucker that I thought I’d cum in my panties right then and there. I looked up into his eyes and asked if he liked fucking my mouth, and he just grunted yes and pulled my head back into his crotch. I licked and sucked for all I was worth, and then I felt him twitch and he started cumming. He pulled back and shot his cum all over my face and hair, and some ran down my neck into my top.

He offered to return the favor, and said he wanted to fuck me after he was hard again, but I told him that I had to go. I needed to get away before he found out the hard truth…

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Candy’s Fashion House Ch. 04

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Thanks to Charlie again for his editorial skill, support and encouragement.

*****

Alecia, what the fuck was she doing here???

I turned to look at Lauren; she was talking to Maddison who was in turn pointing over at me!

I got up and walked over, “Hi Lauren I was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch somewhere?”

She hugged and kissed me, “Sorry baby I am flat out today, but I would love to take a rain check!”

I mumbled hesitantly. “Yeah no worries Lauren, I will see you tonight.” At least she acknowledged me this time.

For the rest of the day I struggled trying to think of a logical explanation for why Alecia would have been in Laurens office.

That night I got home early and prepared a nice dinner. I got out the massage table thinking I would get Lauren in the mood and maybe work Alecia into the conversation.

Well part of the plan worked, I gave Lauren her massage and yes she was in the mood, but we got so carried away that dinner burnt and we exhausted ourselves making wild passionate love.

As things got back on track between Lauren and I, she wanted to get back to the dress up routine. She got up with me every morning and as I walked out of the shower there she was twirling the panties around on her fingers like before, and her pleading imploring voice was more than I could take. “Please Michael, just wear them for me, I promise no one else will know, just you and me OK?”

I relented, as always Lauren always gets her way. It’s impossible for me to stay mad at her.

Every day Lauren tried to get me to go a little further, but every time she pushed I rebuffed her. “No Lauren I said no and I meant it.”

All that did was to start another fight and she became increasingly angry with me. I made the decision that if she continued to disrespect my boundaries I would push back on everything including the panties.

The following days I could see the level of frustration growing by the day.

Things sort of eased over the weekend, we went out for a nice lunch on Saturday and Lauren dragged me around the shops with her. As we looked in dress shop windows Lauren would comment wow that would look so good on you, she slipped in remarks about how sexy I would look in this or that. I simply ignored her, trying hard not to spoil what had been a nice day.

Monday morning Lauren got up in the morning with me and again tried the panties, it had been such a pleasant weekend I didn’t wasn’t to lose the magic, so I relented and pulled on the panties. It wasn’t that I didn’t like wearing the panties, in truth I did enjoy the silky feel and the feelings they evoked in me was growing on me. I just wanted Lauren to understand she couldn’t disrespect me like that. Over the next couple of weeks Lauren ramped it up a little more every day, first she brought the stockings back and then it was stockings and suspenders, then the next she added the corset until finally during the weekends it was back to the whole makeup thing.

Every time Lauren did my makeup she got better and better at it, by the end of the month even I was stunned at the transformation. I would sit for ages just looking in the mirror, who was this sexy looking chick staring back at me.

That weekend after another marathon session of the hottest sex ever, Lauren asked if we could go shopping the next day.

On Saturday morning I got up early, I took special care to wash off all of the remnants of the previous night. I almost scrubbed myself raw. I was dressed and downstairs before Lauren appeared. She looked at me with a disappointed look in her eyes. “Mikey why did you get dressed, I wanted us to have a girls day out today. I wanted to go out shopping with my girlfriend!”

I just about choked on my muesli, “Girlfriend! Lauren, there’s no way I would go out dressed as a woman in public. Jesus Christ what the hell are you thinking!”

She wouldn’t let it go. “Baby you are gorgeous and sexy. Nobody would guess and it would be so much fun. Some of my clothes will fit you really well and while we are out we can get you your own!”

Bloody hell the disregard of my feelings on this was amazing. “Fuck off Lauren, I told you it’s not happening so don’t even think about it.”

“Oh come on Mikey don’t tell me you aren’t wondering what other people would say? I watch you every night looking in the mirror; surely you want the world to see the real you?”

“Lauren this dressing up thing is something for us to share here at home. It will have to stay here at home if you aren’t happy with that then maybe we should just put a stop to it altogether. I could never stand it if people knew. The fact that you threw me under the bus with Karla means I don’t feel that I can trust you, so I’m not giving you another chance!”

We did end up going shopping and Lauren being Lauren rushed from shop to shop but she wasn’t shopping for herself she was trying to buy things for me, but every time she would get me to go and look çekmeköy escort at something she would try to hold it up against me. It was pissing me off. So I pretty much left her to her own devices and disappeared to do my own thing. That is until she called me on my phone asking to meet at the shoe shop. Reluctantly I walked in and she was sitting down with a couple of pairs of heels. She patted the seat beside her. She put her head on my shoulder. “Baby I need you to try these on.”

“I laughed fuck Lauren you don’t listen do you baby. The answer is no OK!”

She picked my foot up and held a pair of high heels beside my foot, trying to measure and compare. A sales girl came over asking if she could help.

Lauren smiled “Yes we are trying to figure out sizes.” I gave Lauren a push as she tried to hold my leg. I stood up and walked off. Fuck I should have known she just wouldn’t listen. She can be like a bulldozer when she sets her mind on something.

We drove home in stony silence.

Later that night as I did some work in the study, there was a gentle tap on the door, it was Lauren.

She apologised but as always she tried to lay the blame on me complaining if I had just gone along with her it would have all been OK. She was pissed because she couldn’t choose the shoes without my help.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, not violently but firmly so she understood. “Lauren this isn’t something I want OK, this is your little fantasy world. You are treating me like a Barbie Doll and you are playing dress up with me. Lauren please remember it’s you who wants this not me. I have tried to tell you I don’t want anyone else to know what we have been doing and I would be as embarrassed as hell if somebody realised.”

Lauren got all upset and long in the mouth, she stormed off. “You are such an idiot Michael, nobody would ever guess. Even your own mother wouldn’t recognise you.”

“Yeah well what about today at the she shop? Did you see the smirk on that assistant? Christ Lauren I was mortified.”

“Michael this isn’t the dark ages. People’s sexuality is accepted today. There are millions of gender fluid people all over the world. She wouldn’t have cared less. She only laughed at your behaviour.”

So that’s how it went Lauren got all huffy, and I got all defensive and we struggled to find any common ground. Lauren kept the pressure on me over the next month or so and it got back to the stage where I spent more time dressed as a woman than as a man.

We had been getting on great but it was too good to last. Lauren would not accept that I didn’t want to go public. She tried every weekend to get me to go with her dressed up. But I couldn’t do it; it scared the living hell out of me. Then one Sunday after Lauren had spent ages getting me dressed up, and she had done a stellar job. Even I was impressed with her efforts. As I admired my reflection in the mirror I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. It was getting harder and harder to push this sexy alter ego into the dark recesses of the closet. As I was posing and smiling at my reflection Lauren walked in and caught me. She giggled, “See baby you do like it. Look at you; you are like a little girl. You are so damn pretty Mikey, so very, very pretty.”

Anyway we were sort of relaxing although it was hard for me to relax dressed, I just never felt comfortable. I was always afraid someone would turn up so I always locked the doors. I was physically uncomfortable as well I didn’t know how to sit with my privates tucked up out of the way.

Well about two thirty in the afternoon my worst nightmare happened there was a knock on the door. Lauren jumped up fast to get it; I freaked and ran for the stairs locking myself in the study.

It turned out to be Karla, I prised open the door just enough to hear what was being said. Karla was giggling along with Lauren, and it was then that I realised Lauren had set it up because I heard Karla laughing, “Well where is she then I can’t wait to see.”

Lauren came bounding up the stairs; I locked the door as I realised she was headed my way.

She knocked on the door, “Baby its only Karla come on out and say hello.”

“Give me half an hour to get changed I hissed and I will be down.”

“No Michael don’t change, come down now as you are so Karla can see the real you. Please Mikey; let her see what I see.”

She kept rapping on the door, “Michael don’t be a sissy come on be brave!”

I’m not sure if she even realised what she had said, but it certainly turned my face red. Fuck that’s what I am; she’s turned me into a fucking sissy, dressed in girl’s clothes. What the fuck am I doing, it was a moment of clarity and a blinding realisation.

Lauren got sick of knocking and went back downstairs.

I took the chance to go into our bedroom locking the door behind me. I showered and scrubbed. I pulled on my normal men’s clothes and wandered down.

They were sitting in the lounge cevizli escort having a glass or two of wine. They were giggling as they heard me coming down the stairs.

The moment Lauren saw me she moaned “Oh for fuck sake Michael what the hell are you doing?”

Karla gave Lauren a confused look but didn’t say anything.

“Michael you are being a bloody sook, why didn’t you let Karla see the real you?”

“Lauren this is the real me, just like it has always been.”

“Christ Michael you are just being a fucking drama queen. Karla just wants to see you dressed wouldn’t you honey” she purred to Karla.

Karla could see the angry look on my face which Lauren was ignoring, “No Lauren maybe another day.”

Lauren was all huffy, “Oh poo Michael why do you always have to spoil everything.”

Karla looked uncomfortable caught in our conflict and got up to leave. Lauren walked with her to the door and they were standing together whispering at the door,

Lauren came back after seeing off Karla and started to lambast me for fucking up her little surprise. I let her rant until she ran out of breath and then I started.

“Lauren recently you have turned into a manipulative little bitch, you tricked me into getting dressed today knowing all the time that you had arranged for Karla to come over. You totally ignored my wishes for this to stay our secret. I told you I would never go out in public and I didn’t want anyone else to know.” I went up to bed but I didn’t go to our room I went straight to the study and locked myself in.

It was much later that Lauren came up, she knocked on the door, “Michael don’t be childish you can come to bed, I won’t fucking bite you.”

Over the next few weeks with the frustration levels rising Lauren slipped into her old ways. She came in one night, much later than normal and I was already in bed, she had been drinking so I wasn’t sure where she had been but she was frisky and wanted to play. She stripped of entirely before climbing into bed and jumped on me immediately and started to kiss and caress me, “Hey lover she was purring, do you want to play?”

I fucking did actually, I really did, but I was also pissed off and angry she had obviously been out somewhere with someone. I pushed her off me, “No thanks Lauren I don’t feel like sloppy seconds.”

She started to screech and slap me but I grabbed her arms and pushed her down on the bed “Stop it Lauren you are acting like a slut, so don’t be surprised if I treat you like one. You’ve been out with someone else tonight and I don’t want to be part of it. I don’t know who you have been fucking but you may as well go back because I don’t want any part of your cheating slutty ass.”

I got out of bed and headed for the study.

“Yeah fuck off you chicken shit little sissy. That’s typical of you Michael; you’re too scared to be who you really are. At least somebody likes me and wants to fuck me, not like you, you wimpy sissy little shit. Go on run away to your little hidey hole; at least I got laid tonight so suck on that.”

The next morning Lauren was in a sorry state obviously suffering a severe hangover. As we sat quietly across from each other I muttered softly but firmly. “Lauren I have had enough of your stupid childish games. You have spent the last few weeks torturing me. Then to cap it all off you go out and have sex with somebody else. That’s fine Lauren maybe you should move in with them, like you said at least somebody wants to fuck you. So don’t let me stand in your way Lauren.”

“Please baby don’t be like this, please we can work it out. Last night I just said those things to make you angry! I am so sorry baby. Please forgive me. Mikey I have been so frustrated lately, don’t you understand I want you to be comfortable enough to go out with me. I want a real girlfriend who can go out with me shopping and to the movies I want the world to see my sexy new girlfriend. I am proud of her; I want the world to know how lucky I am. Please don’t hide her away from the world it’s not fair she needs to breathe.”

Against my better judgement I made a concession. I agreed that I would go back to playing the dress up game at home by ourselves and that in the future if I could build up my confidence enough,maybe we could try going out somewhere, where nobody would know us.

They say makeup sex is the best, well I have to agree, the passion we shared that night was unbelievable, it was fierce, it was hot and steamy but it was loving as well.

So that’s how we made up and it didn’t take long for Lauren to be putting the pressure on me to dress up. The very next morning she was up out of bed when I got out of the shower getting ready for work. There she was with the two pairs of panties twirling around, one on either index finger. Of course there were the obligatory pink ones and another pair of powder blue ones that said princess across the bum. I walked over to her drawers and got another pair of black erenköy escort ones. She just smiled, kissed me, “Thank you baby.”

That night when I got home Lauren was home already and she had run a hot bath for me and as I slid into the hot bubbles she slithered in with a glass of champagne.

As I laid back drinking my champagne Lauren got out a razor and started to shave me. I had noticed a couple of things recently, my body and facial hair wasn’t growing back as quickly as it used to and it seemed soft and downy. I also noticed that I was getting fat, not around my tummy but my arse in particular was getting bigger. My jeans were getting tighter. Recently I was getting very moody and I would break into tears at the slightest problem or if something went wrong. It was just weird.

Lauren shaved my entire body and rinsed me off before disappearing down to get another drink for us. She sat me down at her makeup table and started to weave her magic. My hair was getting longer; I wasn’t growing it purposefully I just hadn’t had a chance to get to the barber recently or at least that’s what I was telling myself But with my hair being so long Lauren was able to feminise it without resorting to a wig. She spent an age getting my eyes right. She went for that smoky sexy eye look and it did look pretty sensuous. She used a lipstick that sort of plumped up my lips and made them look fuller. Fucking hell I looked pretty convincing when she was finished. Lauren was jumping up and down with delight. And she dragged out her phone and started taking lots of photos of just my head.

Then she went to work on my clothes. She went with a bustier and black seemed stockings. But she then pulled out a little black cocktail dress. Once I was dressed she shooed me away downstairs as she did her own makeup.

I ran around making us a quick chicken salad and I had just about finished when Lauren came downstairs, she looked stunning, she was dressed to kill wearing a little sequinned silver cocktail dress, it was so short it barely covered her bum. She had on the highest pair of heels I have ever seen, I actually felt a little jealous as I didn’t have any shoes to wear myself. It’s funny how the mind works.

The dinner was amazing Lauren kept complimenting me on my look, she took lots of photos and she took a couple of selfie styled photos with the pair of us together looking up with sexy pouts, she was right I don’t think anyone would recognise me, but I still wasn’t prepared to take that chance.

We danced that night like lovers do, our arms wrapped around each other. When our mouths met it was amazing, god I love that feel of the first kiss when I am wearing lipstick, it’s so wet and slippery it feels like liquid sex. This felt different sexier more intense the plumping lipstick made them even more sensitive. And as out tongues joined wetly together slithering sexily entwined in lust it was just the sexiest kiss.

My hands roamed down to Laurens bum and my hands cupped her sexy little cheeks and pulled her hard against my straining dick.

Laurens hands were doing their own version of roaming and her hands were caressing and squeezing my bum as well. Lauren let her hand slide up under the satin of my little dress and she slid it up until she was able to push it down into my panties until her finger was sliding up and down my bum crack. This was something we had never done before and it was new and a little scary for me as Laurens finger rubbed against the entrance of my bum. She was kissing me passionately and nibbling my ears and neck. I on the other hand was trying to wriggle away to stop her probing finger finding a new home. She was insistent though, and the more I wriggled and writhed the more she tried to edge it into my arse.

I tried to shift her focus by kissing her and sliding my own hand into her knickers, she was wet and swollen and the heat from her pussy would have melted glass. I was able to slide a finger into her open folds working gently in and out. Fairs, fair I thought if she is going to try and slide a finger in my bum I would return the favour. So with that thought in my head I slid my finger out of her pussy and back to the entrance to her bum, where I used her juices to lubricate the way. As my finger slid in she let out a mighty moan and whispered in a campy sexy voice “Oh fuck yeah baby, fuck my sexy little ass.” I thought she would protest but strangely she was into it and as my finger slid in she was pressing back against it. She giggled into my ear, “Baby if you are taking mine then I am definitely taking yours.”

I giggled, “Sorry Lauren but that’s one treasure I’m not parting with” and I moved my hand back and moved hers away from my bum.

“She chuckled that’s not fair baby, I want you to have mine, why can’t I have yours. I want you to feel what I feel. Baby you will love it I promise.” Her lips crushed back against mine and as we kissed and I fucked her cute little derriere with my finger sliding in and out she moved her hand back until once again her finger was probing my butt hole, I pleaded with her, “Please Lauren don’t do that, I don’t like it.”

“How do you know you don’t like it? We have never even tried it, that is unless you tried it with someone else?”

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Fingering

© blueeyeandy 2016

(Also published under the penname Shyblueeyes1968)

(FM, Older/Younger/Mature Women/Younger Man/Oral – Approx. 4350 words)

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Revised September 2016

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Summary: A woman in her 40’s, attractive, divorced and deeply frustrated both sexually and emotionally, by the men in her own age group. Temptation comes knocking and she finally gives in.

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Brenda sighed deeply as she dropped her sports bag in the hallway. She’d just returned from her early morning swim. Damn, she thought, it’s not working. She’d hoped that a good long swim would release some of the frustration and tension that had been building up for past few days. It had worked briefly, but with the prospect of a long lonely weekend ahead she knew it wasn’t going to last.

She sighed again, well no good getting down about it, pull yourself together girl she told herself, and with that she walked on through into the kitchen. After all the rushing around and the little last minute panics of the past few weeks, it all seemed like an anti-climax. She filled a glass with orange juice from the fridge, then walked over to the kitchen window and gazed out of it.

I suppose I could catch up on the gardening, she thought. What with getting her son ready for his first year at university, she’d neglected the garden a little; well actually quite a lot really. She told herself aloud “Yes, that’s what I’ll do!” But for the moment, she continued standing by the kitchen sink, gazing out of the window pondering her life.

I’m alone, she told herself. She had friends, and an ok social life, a dozen employees etc… So, not really alone but that’s how she felt, now that both of the children were at university.

It was going to be odd, having the house to herself, except for the holidays when her son would be home. Mind it wasn’t as if she had needed to do much; both her children, John and Karen, were very independent kids and had always helped around the house, espieally during and after the divorce. Just then she felt something brush against her leg and followed by a loud “meow.” She glanced down at her feet.

“Ok, yes I know, I still have you” she told her cat, Boris, a slightly, well actually a very over-weight; tabby cat. He continued to curl himself around her legs and replied with another meow, probably meaning in cat speak: “hey, it’s been a least two hours since you put anything in my bowl. I’m starving. Look at me; I’m wasting away, honest… I am!” She bent down, picked him up and gave him hug. Boris meowed in half-protest at the indignity of this.

She carried Boris over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a box of dried food. Placing him on the floor, she poured a generous amount into his bowl, spilling quite a bit , because Boris, in his eagerness to get to the food, had pushed his head under the box. “Oh, Boris” she gently scolded him, “you little pig.” Boris was far too busy with the serious business of eating to notice either the food cascading over his head or the scolding.

“You just want me for food, don’t you, like most men. As long as your belly’s full you’re happy?” Once he’d had his fill, he’d find a nice sunny spot in garden and have a kip, just like her ex-husband.

Oh well, she thought, best get on. No point moping and feeling sorry for myself she told herself again. If she didn’t fight it, it would ruin her day, so she left the kitchen and went up stairs and on into her bedroom. As she entered, she began to undress, dropping each item into the clothes hamper.

Once she was down to her bra and panties, she considered what to wear. Hmmm it’s warm out, so… I think I can get away with shorts and my old halter top. As she turned, she caught sight of her reflection in full length mirror that stood in the corner of her room.

She paused, slowly considering her near naked body. Hmmm not bad really, for a woman of 40… okay, 44. It was still hard to even think about that: 44! Where had all those years gone? Still on the whole, she thought, she looked good, and lets not forget you’ve had two children.

So, on the whole, the old girl was in good shape. Still… hadn’t her husband run off, and then later, unbelievably, married an 18 year old girl! No matter how hard she tried to make light of that, it was still a blow to her self-esteem.

He was 41 and at the time, Karen, their daughter was the same age as his new wife! Karen kept referring to him as ‘her father, The Pedophile’. Even though the girl was suadiye escort 18, she looked shockingly young in her wedding photographs.

The divorce and then the ‘child bride’ had been a real blow to her self-esteem, and for a while she’d wallowed in self pity. But, suddenly one day out of the blue, she had thought: fuck it, why should I let the bastard win? She started swimming again and cut out the self pitying comfort eating.

More importantly she threw herself back into her design business which had been in free fall for a while and in fact it had almost gone under. It was only the loyalty and patience of few key employees and clients that prevented it from happening. She went back to examining herself in the mirror.

She turned from side to side. Hmmm not skinny, but then not fat either, curvy; and her boobs remained firm and round. She definitely noticed men noticing them, and for that matter, boys too. Yet, despite this attention, she had found the few sexual encounters she had had with men disappointing sexually. Sex with them was sort of: in out a bit, then a groan, followed by them falling asleep, while she lay awake and often having to finish herself off. She sighed deeply again.

“Stop it! You’re moping again” she told herself aloud. She turned and went over to her chest of draws and pulled open the draw which contained her summer garden clothes. She pulled out a pair of dark tan, cotton chino shorts and a light blue halter top. She stepped into the shorts and pulled them up with a little wiggle and buttoned them before reaching behind and undoing her bra. She slipped the top on, and tied the halter behind her neck. The she reached for some clips and fixed her hair into two bunches, so that it was up and out of the way, and then left the room.

At the kitchen door, she slipped into her gardening trainers, and went on out into her garden. For a while she just wondered around, followed by Boris, who was showing an surprising amount of energy. She planned in her head what needed doing before going in to the garden shed to collect the things she needed.

Soon she was completely engrossed in her work. The garden was her pride and joy, her little refuge, an oasis of calm and more recently, a significant source of food too. It was the garden that had been the reason for her wanting this house, most of it was hidden from view, and there had been space for a large lean-to green house, as well as a decent lawn, and space for a vegetable plot and even a small orchard.

One nice thing she would say about her ex-husband, and there weren’t many; he hadn’t left her or the kids in the lurch financially, so that in the dark days, she hadn’t lost the house. Not that she needed his money now, because she didn’t. What she received from him went too the children, to get them through university.

The hours slipped by, until, feeling hungry, she stopped for an early lunch. After she had finished eating a light meal, she sat for a while under her rose harbour, sipping iced lemon tea.

Despite her swim and working all morning, she could feel the tension again, building up inside her. Damn, she was so horny all the time. She’d had never felt this way when she was young, in fact she wasn’t even aware what masturbation really was until after the divorce; now she had a collection of ‘toys’ and was wanking herself at least once a day.

She’d almost given up on men, because well, they just couldn’t seem to satisfy her…perhaps another woman? Now a few years ago, she’d have been horrified at that thought; now it just made her even hornier. In fact, lots of things made her horny. The other week, it had been cucumbers while she had been picking them in the green house…for once, she hadn’t imagined a man fucking her, but a women, her neighbour in fact, who was holding it and fucking her with it. Christ, I’m getting wet…and her nipples were hard too.

Just then, she heard the doorbell ring. Puzzled for a moment she asked herself: who could that be, was she expecting somebody? OH Damn! She’d forgotten she had been so lost in her thoughts. It was Kevin, one her son’s friends. He had offered to cut the lawn. The door bell rang again, and she hurriedly got up and went into the house and on through to the front door. She opened the door just in time to see Kevin turning to leave.

“Hi Kevin, I’m in; sorry I took so long, come on in.”

“Hi, Mrs. B…whoa, looking good Mrs. B” and he stepped though into the house. She could clearly see him not looking at her face, but at her boobs, in fact not just looking, his eyes were practically on stalks. Blushing slightly, and partly wishing she had changed, but also feeling very flattered, she followed him on through to the kitchen.

“Kevin, please I’ve told you before, please call me Brenda, and besides, really, I am a Ms now…”

“Sure Mrs….Oops sorry Brenda…It’s just you know, like you being John’s mum, it sort of seems well, like, disrespectful…like.”

“Why’s that then, because I am a yakacık escort frumpy old women?”

“No, no way man, all the guys think you’re a….” and tailed off into embarrassed silence, a blush quickly spreading over his face.

“All the guys think I’m…?” Kevin’s blush deepened and he mumbled something.

“Sorry, what was that” asked Brenda, smiling?

“Well, you know, they all think you’re….”

“I’m…?”

“A babe, Mrs….sorry…Brenda.” He went an even darker red, and avoided looking at her.

“Me…a babe…aha” she laughed, “don’t be silly…who thinks that?”

“We’ll ermmm, we all do. Dave, Andy, Kyle…”

“And you?”

“Yea…anyway, I better get on” he announced, and before she could say anything else, he rushed out of the kitchen and disappeared from view

Damn and blast she thought, I was beginning to enjoy that…but then perhaps it was for the best, she really shouldn’t think about her son’s friends as anything other than children. She’d never done so before, had she? But if she was honest, that wasn’t really true; she hadn’t considered her son friends in an erotic way because she hadn’t allowed herself too.

The thing is, as they had grown up she had noticed them, but suppressed and buried any erotic feelings she may have had for them. After all, until fairly recently, they’d really had been children in the eyes of the law. Now though, she thought, as she watched Kevin through the window, they where all young men, very fit and muscular young men.

No, they were still her son’s friends. Christ she told herself, don’t even dare think about it, I meet up for coffee with their mothers! How could she face them knowing that they might know I was having sex with there sons?

Outside she could hear the petrol mower spluttering into life. Despite her misgiving, this encounter and its revelations had left her feeling terribly horny and desparete for relief. For a few minutes she dwelt on thoughts of four attractive young men, who thought of her as “a babe”. She didn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore, did she?

NO…you can’t, she berated herself, if you must, find somebody young that isn’t your son’s friend. Brenda went over to the sink and ran the cold tap. Cupping her hands, she splashed her face with cool water to try dampen the moist heat burning inside of her. Then she reached for a cup, filled it and drank some water. That’s it, get a grip of yourself and behave! She pictured Kevin as she had thought of him until recently, as a child. Yes, that’s it, he’s just a child. She turned and went out into the garden to continue the gardening.

However, all her resolve melted in a wave of sexual heat that swept through her body. Kevin was midway down the lawn, bare-chested, his t-shirt tucked into his back pocket. He was lightly tanned and, Oh God, so lean and muscular. For a second, she thought her legs would melt and give way from under her. She felt her nipples harder under the thin material of the halter top.

She closed her eyes and told herself sternly: get a grip you silly cow, you’re not some teenage girl! You’re a mature women, mother of two…but another part of her added, in desperate need of a good long hard fuck. What was she saying, you never use to think that word, let alone say it. Yet “fuck” was the right word, and it was what she badly needed. A good long hard fuck! She managed to get a grip of herself, and for a while, she got on with her work, firmly resisting the desire to watch Kevin…at least for awhile.

However, it didn’t last, and at first it was just glances and then stares until, finally she stopped her own work and began watching him work.

God, she wished she could slip a hand insider her knickers and give herself a good finger…or better still…no…NO! She managed to gain enough self control to notice that he had almost finished the mowing, and she decided that he could probably do with a drink.

She got up from her knees and walked across the lawn. As she neared him, she shouted his name over the sound of the lawnmower. He turned, she made drinking motion with her hand and he nodded his head.

Again, she noticed his eyes had dropped down, before lifting. He turned back to his work quickly, and she went back up the garden path. As she walked, she wondered if he was watching her, and fought the strong urge to turn around and check. Perhaps he was stroking his cock through his shorts.

She busied herself preparing drinks. She had decided on Ice tea, because on a hot day like this, it was the best thing. As she prepared the drinks, she caught sight her reflection in glass of the oven door. Oh Christ she thought.

No wonder he was starting, with nipple hard and erect, the thin material of the halter top left very little to the imagination. She should go and change, but she was too aroused, and besides it was too late for modesty.

Once the drinks were ready, she carried the tray out to the shaded rose harbour that was in one corners şerifali escort of the garden, by the side of the house. It was large enough to comfortably contain a dozen people, but today it just had just a sun lounger, several chairs and a table. The rest of the furniture was packed away until needed.

Brenda placed the tray on the table, and turned to look down the garden. Kevin was just refitting the hopper back on the lawn mower, and must have just returned from emptying it in the composters, which were right at the end of the garden. She waved and called “Kevin, its ready, come and have a break.”

He stood up and waved, and began to walk up the garden. Again, a wave of excitement swept through her as her eyes roved over his body, before forcing herself to turn and sit down. Kevin came into the harbour and sat down.

“I’ve made up some ice tea; although I do have coke and I think John left a couple of beers in the fridge.”

“Nah, ice tea is great…Mrs…Brenda, cheers thanks.” Brenda poured the ice tea into two tall glasses, and then leaning over slightly, she passed a glass to Kevin, noticing that his eyes were looking at her breast.

Instead of straightening up right away, she held her position for a few seconds. Her nipples would be clearly visible as the material was thin, and she had retied it too, before leaving the kitchen, stretching the material futher. Now they were rock hard and extremely sensitive.

Kevin pulled his eyes away as she stood up and picked up her own glass. Kevin took a long deep drink.

“Cheers, I needed that. Is there anything else I can do around the garden, Brenda?”

Yes, she thought, as she glanced down at the front of his shorts. There was a very large and prominent bulge. You can fuck my brains out.

“Hmm yes, I’m sure there loads you can do, but would you like something to eat first?”

“Yea, sure, that would be great, thanks.”

“I’ve got some fresh quarter pounders; we can have them with a salad?” Or alternately you can me and eat me now, she thought, Oh God what I am thinking.

“Wow, yea, great, I’ll have to come more often, thanks Mrs B…Brenda.”

“You can come around anytime; in fact you and boys have always been welcomed here.”

Brenda sat down and for awhile they chatted about how John was getting on and past memories. Every so often Brenda would lean forward, and watch his eyes drop down into her ample breast, at one point, she even saw him lick his lips.

Then he realised what he was doing, and stood up suddenly, knocking the drink into his lap.

“Shit, damn” he cursed, as he jumped back.

“Oh, poor you”. Brenda grabbed a hand towel, which she’d brought out with the tray, and began to rub it over the front of shorts.

“Please, Mrs B, I’m Ok…”

Under the cloth she could feel his hardness, which hadn’t been effected at all by the cold drink. Before she realised what she was doing, she had dropped the towel, and was now squeezing the front of his shorts.

She pushed him up against the wall, and lifted her head slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips onto his young mouth. He responded automatically, and began kissing her back.

She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and continued to rub and squeeze the bulge of his shorts. He bought his hands up and squeezed her boobs. They continued to kiss and grope each other for several minutes until she pulled away.

She stood in front of him panting, before she dropped down onto her knees and pulled at the button of his shorts, almost tearing it off. She pulled open the zip and yanked them down along with his boxers, causing him to cry out. His cock sprang out and he let out a gasp.

For second she sat back on her heels and admired it. Wow, impressive she thought, not such a little boy after all. It was long, longer than her husband, but it also thick too.

“Well, Kevin, you are a big boy…very big.” She grasped his cock firmly with one hand and gently wanked it. Then she lent forward, unable to hold off any longer. Taking the head of the cock into her mouth, she kissed it before sucking on the head.

Kevin involuntary bucked his hips, pushing it into her mouth, but only by an inch or two. Recovering from her momentary surprise she began to suck it, just the head at first, and then gradually more and more. Oral sex was something she had tried only recently, in the last few years. Never with her ex, but once she had, she loved it, and when a real cock wasn’t available, she practiced on her dildos and vibrators.

However, none of these objects could compare to the feeling of the real thing, hard and warm, now sliding between her lips and over her tongue. Kevin groaned and bucked his hips again, pushing his cock in deeper, almost making her gag. But she managed to control the reflex, and she continued to suck and lick the cock slowly.

She pulled back, and then went down again, sliding the cock into her mouth. Kevin pressed his hands against the wall and groaned even louder.

She knew what was coming, she could feel the tension, and in the past, she would have pulled away and wanked the cock to finish, but this time, she wanted to taste it, to saviour the feeling of a young man cumming in her mouth.

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An Attachment Is Made Ch. 07

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Anal

Part 7 — Swinging

It wasn’t just the ‘Dear John’ E-mail the next day, it wasn’t the ‘Tom incident’ but the fact Jerry had beaten her to it. Sally was incandescent; it was she who had been going to end it: not him. An attachment undone.

Obviously it was another woman; so not only had he had another man fuck her but was already going out with someone else. He had just used her and was now discarding her. Sally was furious. Who was this other woman?

Just an E-mail and that was that. No more seeing Jerry, no more meals out, no more sun-drenched holidays, no more fun sex, no more riding his lovely long dick, no more Jerry… the bastard. The end of a romance but a romance she had been planning to end; end because she was getting bored with him but how dare he get bored with her!

It was not a good few days, it all kept going around and around in Sally’s mind. She slept but fitfully (eventually) and looked drawn and haggard at work. Her colleagues left her alone. A difficult choice on their part, do you leave someone to their own private thoughts or ask what is wrong? Sally might have thought Katrina would have said something; not that she really wanted sympathy or talk about it, but she was her closest friend at work: yet she seemed distant.

Was it the fact she’d lost Jerry that had really upset her, given she was probably about to do it to him (but only probably), the Tom incident (probably not) or the fact Jerry had got in first that really got to her?

Perhaps surprisingly it was the guard who came up trumps and lifted her mood. Late night shifts had kept him away for a few days but he had already pencilled in the Saturday. Sally hadn’t expected him so early, was not even out of bed when he arrived at her door but the guard was in such an infectiously jolly mood she could not be cross with him for long and to turn up in a blazer like that!

“Thought we’d go to the coast, forecast is for a perfect day, grab some things and we’ll be off.”

And they were, before the traffic built up, heading out on the open road to the coast under a gloriously blue sky. The sunshine and fresh air lifted Sally like a tonic and the pleasant chatter of the guard kept her amused. It was not simply a day on the beach, the guard had an itinerary all planned, a visit to a castle looking out to sea, coffee and a nose around an historic house and then lunch in a seafood restaurant overlooking a harbour full of boats. It had all been lovely. Somewhat replete the beach did beckon in the fikirtepe escort afternoon for swim­ming and lazing. Once more the guard had his camera out and Sally found her­self draped over breakwaters and the like as if on a fashion shoot. He did take his photography seriously.

Even the fun of such a glorious day did not keep Sally’s mind completely from her breakup.

“And I don’t even know who she is.”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really but…”

“Shall I find out?”

“Um, yes please.”

The day wore on and the sun began sinking low, people were packing up going home to tea, supper or dinner; taking their tired offspring home to be tucked up in bed; the light was changing as the beach emptied; Sally and the guard were walking far down the beach, away from the town; it was warm, quiet, peaceful and empty of people. They walked along until they came to a small playground next to the beach with swings and the like.

“I should like to take your photograph on the swing; you look such a pic­ture in that dress, just so summery.” He was so good with the flattery.

Sally hadn’t used a swing since she was a little girl but, like riding a bicy­cle, you don’t forget and soon she was riding high and laughing, her brown legs flying.

“The light is wonderful, I wonder if you would object if I asked you to be a bit more revealing, I’d like to catch a glimpse of….”

“Oh yes, you want me to take my knickers off?”

“If you don’t mind, you see the light is coming just right, a hint of curls could work just right, more suggestive than blatant I’m thinking, will you?”

Sally was amused — why not, it was not exactly his first picture of her in a revealed or erotic pose. She slowed, jumped off the swing on the rise, just as she had when she was ten and, with a quick look around, slipped off her panties before hopping back on the swing. It was slightly funny, pulling her­self back into motion and swinging higher and higher, to know on each for­ward swing she was revealing herself to the guard and his waiting camera. It felt both naughty and nice; she pulled hard as the guard snapped away. Sally felt really happy just swinging away in the warm evening sunshine.

“These are good.” The guard was evidently pleased with his photographs. She would see them later.

A couple strolling hand in hand along the Promenade were coming closer; the guard turned, looked and said,

“No problem there, just carry on.”

Sally kept swinging and the gebze escort guard kept going with his camera. The couple wandered up and watched. A pleasant looking couple, red headed girl in sun dress and tall, sandy haired boy in tee shirt and jeans.

There was an, “Oh,” from the girl and a, “You get a lovely view from here,” from the boy. It was evident they had spotted Sally’s nakedness under her dress.

“I haven’t swung for years,” said the girl, “shall I try?”

The boy was not going to stop her. The girl looked up at Sally, then down at Sally’s panties and said, “Is it a requirement to leave these here?”

Sally replied with a laugh, “No, but it helps, frees your legs!”

A pair of thin white panties fluttered down the girl’s long legs to the ground to lie beside Sally’s discarded pair. The girl got on the swing next to Sally and started off, gradually going higher and higher and not being as care­ful as Sally about keeping her legs closed.

“Ooh doesn’t it feel free, you are right and the air rush so cooling and… nice.”

Sally was amused, it was obvious the guard had been at his tricks, whis­pering in ears whilst stopping time and she hadn’t even noticed him move; his ability to make suggestions and influence people’s thoughts and actions was a little creepy but she hadn’t seen him be bad, well not really bad, with it. She watched him taking his photographs looking all serious trying to get the best shot, take advantage of the low sun, now photographing the red headed girl as well, no doubt catching the sun making her auburn curls even redder..

The girl was swinging higher than Sally and making a lot more noise about it, she seemed to be having a great time.

“Do you think,” she turned to Sally, “it would be even better swinging with nothing on at all.”

“Naughty,” said Sally, “certainly naughty and what will the boys think?”

“Come on Sam, you’re to go swinging too!” She was slowing as she spoke and no sooner than she had stopped she was wriggling out of her dress, slip­ping out of her bra, standing for a moment naked in the park, before hopping back on the swing dressed in nothing more than a pair of sandals and a wrist­watch. “You too, Sam,” she said as she started to swing again.

Sally winked conspiratorially at the guard. It was clear to her how much he was enjoying the swing of Sam’s friend’s boobs as she pulled herself back up to speed, the flow of her long hair and the flash of her curly red hair be­tween her thighs as she moved içerenköy escort to and fro.

“Better?” asked Sally.

“So free,” said the girl, “come on Sam, and join me.”

Sam seemed reluctant but complied. The guard was not alone in admiring bodies, the boy was well built, fine chest, fine limbs, tight little bottom and re­spectable penis amusingly at half mast. Evidently the sight of Sally and the girl had had an effect and presumably accounted in part for his reluctance to swing—naked that is. But he joined them, his long legs easily pulling him up­wards. Sally’s glance kept returning to his working body and his penis bounc­ing around as he worked the swing.

Swinging in the sunshine of an evening is a pleasure remembered from childhood but these were grown-ups and thoughts of grown-up pleasures took hold. Of course the guard had a lot to do with it but, in the absence of further evening walkers, the two couples walked away from the playground towards the sea and the golden sand merely carrying their clothes when they weren’t wearing them. The evening was warm and the sun still casting a golden glow over the sand. They sat on the sand staring out to sea and then gradually the touching started and before long there was more intimate touching. Sally looked across at the others, finding it strange to be watching another couple having sex, not on the video screen, but right next to her, in the flesh. To watch another woman fellate a man, see the lips close and take hold; it was different and rather companionable in a way she would not have expected. She turned and did the same to the guard; the eyes of the girl and hers met sharing the ex­perience.

Intercourse was unhurried, the motion relaxed and in time with the surf, the endless pull and push of the tide on the shore. Sally relaxed, on her back with the guard above her, lying upon her, lying between her open legs, his short but rather thick cock working her as she simply lay back enjoying the feel of man, sun and sand. A perfect end to a perfect day.

Afterwards they swam. The trouble with sex on the beach, and perhaps half the pleasure, is the warm sand soft beneath you but it does get in the most surprising places; it gets there even when you are just having a day on the beach, let alone when you engage in intercourse. It did need washing away and how better than a dip in the sea, swimming in the (not really warm) English water as the sun settled red gold to the west.

It had been nice to go back to the guard’s house that evening, after the drive back, and collapse after the excitement and fun of the day at the coast. It really had been a fabulous and memorable day. Early to bed and Sally had snuggled up against the guard a bit puzzled at her role: was she just a play­thing or a friend?

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Study Buddies

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College

Mature Passions: Study Buddy

Most educators you talk to will tell you that hands-on learning is the best method for teaching any topic. Not only is there discussion involved, but actual performing of the skill or topic occurs, thereby enhancing its educational value. As an added measure, students surveyed said they actually enjoyed it much more than a plan demonstration or lecture. Well I am here to tell you that they are most definitely correct and the “hands-on” practice makes the lessons much more enjoyable, especially if the subject is human biology, if you catch my drift.

Let me tell you about my encounter of “hands-on” learning. It began about a couple of years ago when I had enrolled in night classes at a local university. After spending about 9 years in the service developing guidance systems for missiles, I decided I wanted to work on the civilian side. The main reason was that the pay was better and more chance for advancement.

Anyhow, I was lucky enough to get hired on with the same outfit I worked for in the service and I didn’t lose my seniority or anything. In fact they liked me so well that I entered as a GS-13 on the civilian government pay scale. To further my education I decided to finish my BS degree in computers and enrolled in a couple of night classes, a science( Biology) class and a English requirement for which I chose Classic Eros Literature.

Since I had been living in the base housing, I decided to rent me a small one bedroom apartment near the edge of campus. I had had my fill of roommates in the service and I wanted my own space where I could study or bum around when I wanted to without having to worry about a roommate bothering me.

I met the woman who would rock my world the first night of class. I had noticed her in my Biology class but it was so large that I was one of only 150 students in a huge auditorium room. However, in my lit class, I was able to sit by her, mainly because I was a little late finding a seat and the class was about to start so I chose the first chair that was open.

She had on a white short sleeve poly cotton pull over knit sweater blouse and a blue cotton skirt that came down to just above the knees. The blouse was a little modest but had the potential to allow one to get a glimpse of her cleavage in that it had 3 buttons on the neck line, for which when I first saw her only one was open but by the time class was over it would be all the way open.

The skirt was blue with small white dots and had a small slit on the side just above the knee. In addition she had on blue thigh high stockings, matching garters and panties and navy blue 1 inch heels.

Her hair came down to her collar and was black as a raven and very straight. Her eyes were a deep brown and very captivating. Her ruby red lips looked sensual and enticing and her slender 120 pound 5’7″ 34C-22-34 body beckoned to be explored. Even though she was about 15 years my senior, in her early forties she still had what it took to turn heads.

“Excuse me is this seat taken,” I asked her in a polite way and she turned to me and as our eyes met, there was an instant connection and spark of chemistry between us.

“Not at all hun,” She said in a country twang accent but with a sultry tone. “Knock you self out sweetie,” to which I replied in a joking manner with a smile “Okay but wouldn’t that be a bit painful?”

She smiled and laughed and said “I like that, I’ll hafta remember that.”

“By the way, my name is Jenna,” she smiled as she extended her hand to me.

“Pleased to meet you Jenna, my name is Steve,” I replied.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Jenna said giving me a look that said she definitely liked what she saw.

I guess the reason Jenna and I hit it off so well was the fact that she and I were the only ones in the two classes we shared that would be classified as “non-traditional” students, meaning that we were both older than the rest of the students in the room which had an average age of about 20

The class “droned” on for about an hour but Jenna and I were too busy talking, giggling cutting up and flirting with each other to too much know what was going on Finally about 8:30, it was over seeing that the professor just talked about what would be covered during the term.

However the professor did assign a 300-500 word essay the topic being “Discuss the sexual fantasy aspects of the story Eden’s Forbidden Desire and compare them to you how would experience them if you were the main characters.” My first reaction was “Shit I hate these kind of papers”

The professor did add one thing to the project at the end when she said “I know some of you may prefer to work on this as a group effort, that is fine. Just make sure your essay has all the name of the group members. And besides, once you read this story you may just find working with a partner will make it that much more enjoyable and memorable.”

As the class dismissed everyone filed out except for Jenna who purposely stayed behind to wait on me.

“So kaynarca escort sweetie, you hungry,” Jenna said as she zipped up her bag.

“Yeah I am,” I replied

“Great, how about you and me grab a bite somewhere and we can discuss our mutual classes.

“Sounds great,” I replied “Where?”

“How about Rolly’s Truck Stop and Diner,” Jenna suggested “They have great food and they have quiet booths where we can talk.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I replied, “However, I will need a lift. Since I live practically on campus I didn’t bring my car.”

“I think we can work out something out,” Jenna said with a naughty wink licking her lips. “Come, lets go get something to eat,” she said as she took my hand in hers and we walked hand in hand to her red convertible which was parked just outside the Business building halfway across campus on the other side of the large quad.

As we walked, Jenna took out her leather cigarette case and lit one up. “Would you like a ciggy hun,” she said with a smile.

“Sure I could use one after that class tonight,” I replied. “That paper in lit class looks like its going to be a ball buster.”

“Know what you mean hun,” Jenna said with a smile, “but don’t worry sugar, I am kinda good at bullshitting my way through lit papers so I will give you a hand. Besides, I am going to need help in Bio so I figure we can work out some mutual beneficial agreement.”

“Sounds like a good game plan to me.” I replied.

“And besides,” Jenna added, “it’s always more fun to study when you gotta a study buddy,” she said with a naughty wink, implying that she wanted to do much more with me than just study bookwork.

There was a slight nip in the air that night and I noticed Jenna was getting a bit chilly as was I. The long sleeve indigo colored soft denim shirt and olive casual slacks I was wearing may have been okay for the office and the classroom, but since the sun had gone down, the temperature had dropped into the upper 50’s and the wind was blowing, a jacket would have been much better.

” Damn, I knew I should have brought my jacket,” Jenna said in a huff of frustration.

Sensing the cue that I could score points and have a “valid” reason to have Jenna close to me I said “Come on hun and snuggle close to me.”

“Mmmmm, I must say that sounds better than wearing a jacket,” Jenna said with a purr. Jenna snuggled up next to me and with a sultry voice said “Oh yes baby this is much better.”

Our pace slowed as I had my arm around Jenna’s waist and she had hers around mine with her hand in my back pants pocket. She put her head on my shoulder and smiled up at me

The spark was there and we stopped beneath a huge oak tree that was on the quad.

Without saying a word we both knew what the other wanted, which was a kiss, yet in hesitation I wasn’t quite sure, but I pressed my lips into Jenna’s hoping for the best.

Much to my delight she responded well deepening the kisses and probing her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, our hands found there way over each other’s bodies and we pressed into one another as we continued our breath taking tonsil swabbing French kisses.

A cool breeze blew over us as we kissed and the leaves were rustling in the trees and the ones that had fallen on the ground rustled as well. Not too many people were around so Jenna pushed her crotch against my growing hard on and slowly grinded her crotch against mine.

. Even if they had been, I don’t think we would have cared. It was as fate had ordained that time and place for us to kiss and seal the beginning of our exciting sensual loving and lascivious relationship.

As we broke the kisses I knew we had fulfilled our desires for the moment. The awkwardness of breaking that first barrier was gone and we both knew now we could carry on with our relationship at a comfortable pace.

As we approached her car which was nice new dark maroon convertible Mercedes 450 SLC I opened the door for her and Jenna smiled saying “Ohhhhh, a gentleman and a scholar.”

We drove the 30 minutes to Rolly’s Truck stop and once there Dianna our waitress brought us our drinks and food. We sat close together holding hands and got to know each other better and Jenna’s hand would finds its way on to my cock and softly stroke it.

We spent about an hour to an hour and a half talking about us and eventually we got back around to school work.

“Hey sugar, why don’t you come over to my place Saturday morning around 11 O’clock and we could spend the day together working on that paper and you could help me with that Biology.”

“Sounds good to me hun,” I replied. “I will just need directions to your house.”

“It’s easy to find sweetie,” Jenna said and she wrote them down.

“To tell you the truth I would invite you in tonight but my aunt from out of town is staying with me for a few days and well, she is one of these old maid types, very prudish so I rather not upset her, you know how that küçükyalı escort goes.

“Yeah,” I replied with smile.” I know where your coming from on that. I had an aunt much like her”

“Well anyway sugar, she should be leaving about 10:00 after we have our traditional last breakfast together at IHOP so that should give me enough time to get home and get ready.”

“Sounds good,” I replied

“Oh yeah hun, “Jenna said as a sly devilish grin came over her face. “You might just wanna pack a toothbrush,” as she gave me a naughty wink.

“Well sweetie it’s getting late and we both gotta got to work tomorrow so let me give you a ride to your place and we will say our goodnights until Saturday morning when we can have no one but us.”

Jenna drove me back to my apartment which was just on the edge of campus

As Jenna walked me to the door, I unlocked it and had it slightly open as we turned to give each other what we thought would be just a simple goodnight kiss but for some reason I kept the porch light off.

Instead of it being just a simple kiss goodnight, one kiss led to another than another which led to our bodies pressing into each other and our hands caressing each other’s “vital” areas.

Neither of us wanted to stop. Jenna’s hand found its way inside my pants and grabbed my already pulsating erect 8 inch cock and began stroking it. With Jenna’s help, my hand found its way inside her panties and I began fingering her nicely shaven wet cunt.

Our passions rose as we feverishly did our best to satisfy each other’s carnal urges. It was all I could do to keep from coming but I didn’t try to fight it and let Jenna make me spew my load inside my pants. At the same time, Jenna was panting and I could feel her juices trickle and within a minute of me cumming she came all over my hand.

As we caught our breath we both saw the couch in the living room area beckoning us to it and for a few seconds considered quite strongly throwing caution to the wind and continuing our passions and going all the way. However, Jenna, with great hesitation said “Sweetie I would love to continue this tonight but it’s getting late both of us have to get up early for work tomorrow. “

“Anyhow we have Saturday, and who knows how much after that,” Jenna added “So, we best call it a night before we start something we can’t finish.” With that we reluctantly said our goodnights and I watched Jenna drive away blowing me a kiss.

I thought Saturday morning would never get here. All day at work that Friday I could not stop thinking about Jenna although she did call several times and we talked a bit.

Friday night was a killer. The only relief I had that night was an old Fredrick’s catalog left by the tenant before me and “Rosey” and her five friends. However that would not be enough so I decided to go to one of the titty bars just outside of town and paid the 40 bucks for a private lap dance in which the hot little blonde vixen named Amber would give my cock a good ride and make me cream in my pants.

Finally Saturday morning arrived and I awoke early and counted the hours then after wanking to relieve the sexual frustration I showered, threw on an old pair of jeans and a blue long sleeve light weight fleece shirt and tennis shoes, packed my books and out of lustful hopes three changes of clothing and drove the 15 minutes to her place.

It was down from the campus on a country road known as “Coon-Dog Trace.” Her place was a nice looking log-cabin styled double wide trailer set on an acre and a half of land off from the road on a hill. I drove up the gravel drive and walked up to the porch and rang the bell.

I heard foot steps coming towards the door and was greeted by Jenna wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve pull over blue and green striped shirt with a plunging neck line.

“Hey Sweetie,” Jenna said as she hugged me and laid a big kiss on my lips. “Come on in and lets get this party started.”

She told me to have a seat on the sofa and asked me if I wanted something to drink, maybe a beer or something.

“I’m drinking a 7 and 7” she said with a smile, dropping a hint

“I think I’ll have that,” I replied.

She brought me the drink and had a seat on the sofa next to me and we kissed as she began to stroke the back of my neck.

“Wanna hit sweetie,” Jenna said smiling lighting a funny looking homemade cigarette, taking a long puff and then handing to me..

“What is it,” I inquired.

“A joint silly,” Jenna laughed as she exhaled “Go on it won’t bite ya.”

I took hit and held it as long as I could then blew out the smoke then I took another and soon I was feeling a good “buzz.”

“God I thought today would never get here,” Jenna said with a lustful moan, taking the final long drag of the joint and then snuffed it out, “and I thought my Aunt Marcie would never leave this morning. To tell you the truth hun I have gone through a new set of batteries in my dildo trying to satisfy sancaktepe escort my urges.”

“It’s a good thing I gotta private office at work,” Jenna added with a laugh as she lit up another and handed it to me. “When I was talking to you on the phone yesterday, I was frigging myself silly with my vibrator under the desk. I am sure you could tell by the passions in my voice.”

“Oh yeah,” I gulped taking a breath. “That was quite good I must say.”

“I tell you one thing hun,” Jenna said. “Reading that story in lit class sure didn’t help matters none.”

“I wouldn’t know, ” I replied sheepishly. “I was too afraid that it would only frustrate me more.”

“Oh sweetie, you haven’t read it yet,” Jenna said with surprise snuffing out the joint. “Oh hun you must. It will get your juices going. Come let’s go to my room and read it together. After all, Professor Johnson said it was much better read with a partner, and who knows, we may just find our own interpretation “

Jenna sat her glass down on the table and took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom where her book was laid open on her huge 4 poster king sized bed.

“Come hun sit on the bed,” Jenna said as she patted the mattress so I sat next to her on the bed and we both began reading the story while she read it aloud.

As Jenna read I could tell she was becoming aroused because her voice became more and more intense and it had that sensual erotic sultry tone that came from reading erotic material.

Also as she read, her hands began to trace over her body and over mine as she would stress certain acts and soon her hand found its way between her legs and slowly began rubbing her crotch. As difficult and intense as it was to read, Jenna finally finished.

“See what I mean hun,” Jenna said sounding winded and out of breath. “It was all I could do to keep from ripping my clothes off and masturbating right here in front of you.”

“That wouldn’t have been a bad thing,” I said to her seeing that I would have loved to seen that and hopefully help.”

“Well to be perfectly honest with you,” Jenna said looking me straight dead in the eye, “what I really wanted to do was to rip your clothes of and jump your bones right here and now.”

“So what’s stopping you sweetie,” I boldly said and with that laid back on my elbows and invited Jenna undress me.

“Mmmmmm baby I thought you would never ask,” Jenna purred with a lustful moan and pulled off her shirt to reveal her sumptuous breasts.

Jenna then took my shirt at the bottom and slid it over my head and laid me down on my back. Crawling on top of me she laid herself against me so that her sumptuous soft breasts were pressed against my bare muscular chest.

Jenna and I passionately kissed as our partially naked bodies rubbed up against each others. Jenna then would raise up unfasten her jeans and pull them off exposing her beautiful pink shaven pussy. After Jenna undressed, she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans and pulled them along with my underwear off so that we were both naked as a jay bird.

Jenna would lay on top of me once again. Our bodies would move together as one as we passionately embraced and kiss. Our hands would move up and down the other. My huge rock hard pulsating cock was at its maximum length and was rubbing against Jenna’s warm and inviting pussy. Without saying a word, she took it in her hand and guided it into her pussy and it fit like the finest smoothest silk glove.

Jenna rose up and began fucking me cowgirl style, slowly at first then built up speed. I put my hands on her hips and guided her motions as I just laid back and enjoyed the ride,

“Oh baby you don’t know how long I have waited for this feeling again,” Jenna softly moaned. “It’s been almost two years since I have had a good fuck and felt a man’s cock deep with in me.”

Jenna gradually built up speed and I could feel my hot cock fill with it’s spunk and knew I wouldn’t be long until I would cum. Jenna sensed my pleasure reaching its peek and she slowed her motions down so that the were long and intense.

Tried as I may, I could hold back no longer and spunked my hot manhood deep into Jenna’s eagerly waiting pussy “Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s”, she moaned as I continued to spunk my load deep into her. Jenna in turn flooded my cock with her hot sticky cum

“Do me doggie style, baby,” Jenna purred. “I want you to pound me hard fast and furiously. I am your hot little naughty slut to do with as you please.”

I turned her over so that she was now on her hands and knees and Jenna grabbed the headboard and let out a moan of pleasure as I entered her hot wet cunt from behind. I would move slow at first then gradually build up speed until I was pounding her like a pile-driver.

“Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s,” Jenna gasped as her pleasures rose. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she would cum so I grabbed her with my arm, pulled her upright so that she was only on her knees and began to nibble and bite the flesh on her neck.

Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body and son it was all Jenna could do to hold it back. She let go and as she did. She dropped to her elbows, bit the pillow and cried out in pleasure as she came flooding my cock with her hot sticky cream.

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It was one of the finest country homes Jules had ever seen. “Fine,” she gasped, “It’s all beautiful, but we were living near the best swinger’s club ever. You know, the one where we met?”

“Sure, Bobby’s Basement is a brilliant club,” Steve replied. “However to advance in the Paramedics I have to do time at a country posting. You know that.” He opened the sliding glass doors leading to the rear patio. “Come here and smell this air,” he said stepping out into the fading light of the afternoon.

Jules followed him out, she’d been following him since they met at the club. There had been many men in her life, they had said how beautiful she was and brought her expensive gifts. Steve talked to her and showed an interest in her life. That is all she really wanted from anyone and that’s what made him special.

Her eyes adjusting to the dimming light, she could see Steve leaning against the balcony with his hand outstretched invitingly. She stepped in close and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a scarf warding off the cold. “When we met do you remember what I was doing?”

A wicked smile shot across her face, “You were the main player of Bobby’s How Many Can I Do Game.”

“Right and who holds the record for that particular game?”

“You do my love,” she replied with wicked glee.

“Right again,” Steve said playfully slapping her arse.

“Assault is an indictable offence,” boomed a trained commanding voice. Mark stood near the sliding door, his muscular frame bulging in the Police uniform.

The three embraced comfortably with a relaxed familiarity. Steve stepped back still holding the shoulder of his long-time friend. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.

Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”

Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”

“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in alright and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He spun on the ball of his foot, with a parting wave over the shoulder, he was gone as quietly and smoothly as he arrived.

“So what’s this about a tavern?” Jules asked showing a growing enthusiasm for the country lifestyle.

“Ahh, the Silk Torn Tavern is famous around here. You’re going to love it,” Steve said with a boyish smile that hid his intelligence.

“Well, we’ll have to have a shower first,” she added with a raised eye brow.

Earlier in life Jules was a stripper and had learnt many ways of enticing and corrupting men. She turned away from Steve pulling the floral design sundress over her head. Throwing it over her shoulder she watched Steve’s eyes as they followed the dress down to her naturally beautiful arse. “Last one in, goes down first,” she giggled disappearing at the end of the hall.

Steve entered the bathroom removing the remnants of his clothing. Jules was already in the shower, water coursing down her delicate teenaged sized body. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. She had one leg cocked up on a tap and was rolling her clit under her finger. He didn’t comment on her beauty, he slotted in under her and thrust his face into her pretty shaved pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, her fleshy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He could feel Jules building, her finger rubbing becoming more insistent. Reaching up he slid a single finger in her arse. She rocked as the orgasm erupted inside her, waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Jules grabbed the back of Steve’s head holding the pressure against herself ensuring the last ebbs of the orgasm. After she finished rocking she put her foot down and helped Steve to his feet.

“Mmm my turn,” she said sinking to the shower floor. Holding onto the shaft Jules took the head into her mouth rolling her tongue around it. She swallowed his enlarged cock to the balls, repeatedly throwing her face against him with an unquenching thirst. Steve moaned, the enjoyment was all absorbing.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” he gasped trying to pull out of her mouth. Jules swung her çekmeköy escort arm around his back pulling his cock further down her throat. Stream after stream unloaded inside her throat. She swallowed past Steve’s pulsating cock, finally releasing her grip. Steve watch himself as he pulled clear of her mouth. She swallowed the last droplets of his cum smiling up at him. Steve pulled her up to his arms and they held for a moment before finishing their preparations for an evening out.

When they arrived at the country tavern Mark and Jenny were already seated amongst a group of strangers. Jules and Jenny wrapped each other up in a loving embrace. Jenny reached out and pulled Steve into the affectionate display. Mark not known for his patience called the group to order. “Righto, I’d tell youse to get a room but let’s do the introductions first,” he said. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back.

“Of course,” she said a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I have been hogging the newbies. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “Everyone this is Steve and Julie Borg. Jules for short.” The two newcomers were separated from the group, exhibited like prized trophies. With an open hand Mark pointed to a slender couple slightly older than the rest. “This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “Is David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”

The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to him, it was behind a bar that he met Pat and fell in love. Jules remarked how open and talkative everyone was. She had been told that country folk kept to themselves.

“That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”

“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. “I think it is about time to take these two upstairs.”

Smiles broke out like a smiling contest had begun. Jules slightly confused turned to Steve for understanding. His gapping smile quickly leading her to the notion that a conspiracy was unfolding before her.

“I’m not sure what you are all up to, but I want you to know I am corruptible and I’m nearly always up for it,” Jules said adjusting her strapless dress revealing a Scorpio tattoo on her right breast. “I’m a Scorpio, when I get to hell it is going to burn a bit hotter,” she said proudly.

“Fuck this,” Mark spat out, picking Jules up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. His bicep digging into her hip as he held her tightly. Storming past Jenny, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along pounding a path towards the stairway. Mark bounded up the stairs two at a time with effortless strength. Jenny bounced on her feet up the stairs behind him like a ball in a sock and Jules slapped against his back like a wet sack, both giggling joyously all the way.

Mark’s frontal attack and hasty retreat had left the remainder of the group to sort themselves out. Pat held out her chubby hand towards Steve beckoning him. Pat was an average woman, though somewhat heavier than some, she carried it well with a confidence born from working behind a public bar. Steve being new to the group was feeling a little lost and was happy for the invitation.

Ren watched the two go, he’d had the hots for Pat’s roly poly body since he and Di brought the shop. Di looked at him with a knowing grin and nodded her head towards the direction that Pat had gone. Ren gave her a wink as he passed her on his way up the stairs.

The years had been stealing Di’s confidence, birthday by birthday. “Looks like you are left with the dregs again,” she said turning to Davo.

“You are not dregs,” Davo chastising her. “You are a beautiful and stately woman and I was waiting around to see where you were going,” he said softly putting his arm around her as they followed the others upstairs. The pair looked a bit of a mismatch, Davo was a short stout cevizli escort fellow and a head shorter than Di. However, he had enjoyed her slender body and slow curves for as long as Ren had admired Pat. The entire sordid affair was in actual fact a match of lust and fleshy pleasures, where each fulfilled their desires without the restraints or judgements of a morale society.

Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. He let go of Jenny’s wrist allowing her to strip. Jules kicked off her shoes and pulled her strapless dress to her feet, walking on the spot walked out of her dress. As she did she unbuckled, unclipped and unzipped Mark’s heavy jeans. His solid cock dropped from his pants like a mighty oak just felled. Jules grabbed it with both hands and put the engorged head in her mouth. Rubbing her tongue around the base of the head she sucked on it, causing it to get even harder.

“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he threw Jules onto the four post bed in the middle of the little room. Stroking his shaft, Jules gummed hungrily at the swollen knob caressing it with her tongue. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. Each time Jenny’s tongue flicked over Jules clit a small flood surged from Jules. The moisture flowing down between the cheeks of her arse like droplets of water between two rounded white rocks. Jenny slid three fingers into the soaking hole, Jules moaned around Mark’s cock.

“Come on baby,” he said to Jenny. “How about a swap? She sounds ready.” Jenny looked up at her pleading husband’s face, she nodded and moved to the side. Licking the remnants of Jules from her sticky fingers she watched as the two fuck beside her. Mark rammed his cock in, the heavy pounding rocking the entire bed. Though Mark’s huge member stretched Jules to the very limits of her sexual organs, she rocked back with the same ferocity. Her expression a confusion of pleasure and pain, an evil ecstasy that disturbs the depths of her soul.

Jules arched her back more and more with every explosive thrust. Mark hooked his fingers over her child sized shoulders and pushed himself harder into her. Jules orgasmed, a rush of endorphins swooning over her leaving her with an exhaustion drawn from complete sexual satisfaction.

Jenny seizing her opportunity pushed Mark on his back, his cock still hard and dripping with Jules’s orgasmic juices. Jenny slurped her favourite juice from her favourite cock until the taste had gone.

Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. She could feel it grow with anticipation as she wiggled the enlarged head into her cunt. Jenny dropped her body weight taking his cock till their bodies slapped together. Mark groaned an almost angry snarl as he gave way to the pleasurable depths that only Jenny could reach. Pounding her weight down again and again crushing her clit between the two bodies with violent force. Jules watched her two friends bash out an orgasmic splendour of brutal lust. Both succumbing to the primal thrill of sexual conclusion before crashing beside Jules on the bed.

Pat led Steve and Ren to the next available room. The room had bed sized pillows and a couple of mattresses on the floor. The three stripped comfortably and nestled down onto one of the firm pillows for a solid session of pleasure seeking. Ren launched towards Pat’s bulbous bosom scooping them up and forcing the nipples together. He fit his mouth over them both and sucked, skating his tongue over, between and around the sensitive rosy buds.

Down at the other end Steve could tell Pat was enjoying Ren’s caress. Her legs stretched open exposing the glistening wet flesh within her hairy pussy. Steve held her lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her sexual juice. Pat moaned an unashamed moan as she lay accepting the pleasure that two men created. Having two men sucking and licking at her naked flesh was an immoral fetish that she couldn’t deny. Ren squeezed more of her breasts into his mouth excess saliva tickling her skin. Steve pushed two fingers into her flooding pussy his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, erenköy escort each wave building on the last. The building erupting into a cascade of pleasure causing a tremble through her body that was felt by the two men.

Ren let go of Pat’s tits and shimmied closer to her face, his hard throbbing cock called to be sucked. Pat swallowed the entirety dragging her lips slowly back to the head lubricating the hardened shaft. Just as slowly she slid her moist lips back down the pole. Ren losing control, bent over her holding his weight with one hand and Pat’s head firm with the other, he pounded her face.

Steve fucked her hot wet cunt with a ferocity that match Ren’s. The men banged into her surrendered body each searching for that point in a lustful venture where a finale is unavoidable. Under their weight, Pat felt pleasurably used, a river bank slut abandoning all morals in the search for sexual glory. The three rocked together in a heaven sent splendour until the men sprayed their seed onto her naked body in an ultimate frenzied ending.

The mismatched pair had made their way to the last room at the end of the hall. Di was not so open with her sexuality and Davo knew this. They sat together on one of the many sofas in the room, Davo brushing back a few strands of silver lined black hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly showing more of her soft skinny neck. Leaning in he kissed her neck, his breathe felt warm on her skin sending an insignificant shiver down her spine. Davo slid his fingertips across her chest finally cupping her small delicate breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his grip.

Davo pulled her blouse off revealing her ever shaded breasts and their coin sized nipples. She flopped her head back against the sofa’s headrest looking at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. He took her stiffening nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a while before sampling the other side.

Smiling, he gently pushed her over onto the length of the sofa pulling off her pants and underwear. Starting from her ankle he kissed and licked her carefully shaven legs. Di could feel a warmth building within her, growing with every touch of his tongue. He wandered into the cusp of her legs and licked at her yearning pink flesh. Finding the hooded clit, he sucked it into between his lips and rubbed the tip of it with his tongue. The warmth inside developed into a glorious fire searing at her insides with desire and lust. Davo sensing her needs from all the twitches and purrs stood and stripped. Di turned and draped herself doggy style over the sofa’s armrest. Climbing upon her, he thrust his solid cock into her wet unshaven pussy. Her tight pussy embracing him like no other he’d felt before. He clenched her slender waist gripping his fingertips into her exposed ribs for better leverage. He slammed into her unrelentingly. His cock pushed the buttons inside her and his balls slapped her awakened clit. Davo’s moans of entrenched delight only added to her pleasure. She reached her peak and orgasmed. The fire within extinguished by a flood of pleasure. She lay there waiting for Davo to finish.

He carried on enjoying her body oblivious to her orgasm, each thrust still touching those internal buttons. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. The relentless thrusting driving her to another peak, another orgasm. Davo continued his grinding thrusts, continued to push her buttons, over and over she cum. He could feel her wetness roll down his balls, his whole pubic region was drenched from her repeated orgasms. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, he could feel his heart beating inside his chest, his face flushing. From a hidden spot deep within him a lightning bolt release exploded free. The orgasm draining all the pressure from his body leaving a fulfilled satisfaction in its wake.

Di lay draped over the armrest and Davo fell back into a seated position. “You are definitely not dregs.”

Steve having finished the first encounter for the night went looking for Jules. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Steve wiggled in beside his wife, “I feel I have been forgiven for taking you away from the best swinger’s club ever.”

“Club,” Jenny said jumping into the conversation, “who cares about a club. This whole town is full of swingers. All they do around here is work, drink and fuck. I haven’t had this much action since I gave up stripping.”

“There you go,” said Jules flashing her familiar wicked smile. “Looks like we have moved to Actionville.”

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