Helping the Karlssons Ch. 01

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Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.

Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.

Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least.

Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.

Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.

Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.

The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her DD-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.

Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.

Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.

********************* Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.

He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow — the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.

Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter — either of them — since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.

He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn’t unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting — nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He’d assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.

Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention to the sisters. What he could never have guessed that Summer and April, despite trying so hard to be good girls for so long, were experiencing a deep lust for sex. Tim was the perfect opportunity.

The day arrived when Summer had somehow gotten to the store after study without a car. Would Tim mind giving her a lift home? Tim was happy, especially since it would keep him in the boss’ good books.

What bothered him was that Summer kept wanting to touch his hand. She gave him that smile of hers güvenilir bahis and looked straight into his eyes. Tim knew enough to realise the danger. Surely it was a trap? Or a test? Mr Karlsson was a strict man and he’d never accept Tim even thinking of messing around with his eldest daughter. But Summer was so sweet and she was giving out all the signals. Tim even wondered whether she’d undone one of the buttons on her dress before getting into the car. He got home with a boner and a sore head from trying to work out what Summer was up to.

When the same thing happened the next week, Tim knew something was going on. This time Summer was touching him and brushing against him as they walked to his car. One hand wrapped around his arm as if she was testing his bicep. She had to know she was making him crazy. But Tim still was certain nothing could ever happen. he had no idea about how horny and sex-crazed a “nice” young woman could be.

Because Summer was not like her mother in one important respect. Although a dedicated flirt, her mother had never done anything more than make men lust after her. She took her vows seriously. Her head was often filled with dreams of passionate love-making with other men, something more adventurous and fulfilling than her humdrum husband. The mother never took things any further. Summer, on the other hand, knew that she did not want to go through life like that — always wondering and never knowing. Despite promises of chastity (not least to her father) she had started to masturbate compulsively. And now handsome Tim had come into the store. She began to find excuses to help out whenever Tim was working.

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

April Karlsson had an altogether different reaction to the flirting between her sister and Tim. She knew exactly what Summer was up to. It always happened like that — the older, more beautiful sister got the attention and the rewards. But April, too, was feeling the power of lust. Already she’d embraced the sin of masturbation. She needed more. The younger sister began to sulk and to be rude to Tim when they were in the store together. And that was happening more often. It was feeling like a competition between the two sisters. Tim could not help but notice the difference in behavior.

After a week f that that, Tim had almost had enough. He still needed the job and the money it gave him. But he was starting to think that the crazy behavior exhibited by the sisters was not worth it. He told himself nothing good would come from this — Summer was a prick tease and April was just a bitch.

It came to a head when April found a reason to be in the store late done day. She demanded a lift home and Tim felt he had no choice. All the way to the car she sulked and then she muttered something under her breath. He’d had enough.

“Jeez, April. Do you have to be a bitch all the time?”

“Me? I’m not the bitch. My sister is the bitch. Oh, but you like her and not me. Don’t you?”

Tim tried to deny it. He didn’t need the aggravation. But April wasn’t about to let it go.

“She’s always smiling at you and talking to you. And you let her and you smile back. Its always her the boys talk to and never me.”

“Jeez, April. I like you as well. But you can be pretty grumpy.”

“Summer is beautiful and I’ve never even had a boyfriend. Its not fair,” she came back, seemingly on the edge of tears.

“I think plenty of boys like you. Just don’t be so grumpy.”

“Summer is not a virgin,” she said with anger. “You know that? She had sex with a guy last year. But Father doesn’t know.”

“That’s not really any of my business. Or yours.”

But April was determined. She was incredibly horny and fed-up with not being able to do the one thin g that would really relieve that. Imagining her sister with Tim, having sex, had made her feel even more desperate. Now she was prepared to throw caution to the wind.

“I’ve got better breasts than she does. Look.”

Tim didn’t want to look. He wanted to get out of this craziness. But if Tim had understood the power of the lust coursing through April he’d not have hesitated. They were sitting in his car and the young woman next to him was undoing her shirt to expose her juicy, bra-clad tits to him.

“Don’t you think mine are better,” she asked with the confidence of knowing her tits were bigger and fuller than those of her sister.

Tim tried not to look. It was all too crazy. He was going to quit the job and move back closer to home. But since April was such a bitch maybe he should take advantage of the situation? He was sure he’d never get anywhere with Summer.

“And I like anal sex,” she told Tim boldly. “Summer wouldn’t let any boy touch her there.”

“If you are a virgin, then how do you know about anal sex? Or whether you like it?”

“Because I want a man to have sex in there,” she said with satisfaction. “And I have been practicing.”

Tim didn’t usually discuss anal sex with virgins in his car. Nor did he usually grope them. But he türkçe bahis turned again to April and suddenly she had lifter her shirt and her bra so that her juicy, firm E-cups were presented in all their glory. They were the biggest tits Tim had ever been that close to.

“See how big they are? Go ahead and touch them,” she begged him with excitement.

“Am I the first guy you’ve ever shown your tits to?”

“Yes,” she said with heavy breaths. “I want you to touch them.”

The whole thing was too crazy. But April was a horny and perky young woman. Her tits were impressive, sitting high and firm and just there for the taking. And Tim was not above taking advantage – since he’d already decided to quit his job in the furniture store.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured. “Your dad is my boss.”

April didn’t care. Her cunt was throbbing with need and she was determined to have Tim. He knew his cock was growing to its full seven inches. The fact he was the first to experience these beauties made the whole experience even more intense. Those huge orbs were soft and warm to his touch. And the nipples were thick and hard. He heard April sigh with pleasure.

“Touch them like this?” he asked as he began to fondle the young woman’s breasts. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, anything,” she gasped to him. “Do anything you want.”

Tim was relieved to hear that. He didn’t regard himself as being overly experienced. Since April didn’t know much of what to expect it took the pressure off him. He began to knead those big white tits and rub his thumbs over the fabulous, hard nipples making her breathe harder.

“I want to have sex with you,” she said, almost matter-of-factly.

“Whoah, slow down,” replied Tim, still cautious.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to taste those big E-cups or put her hand around his cock. But how did a girl like April just say that she wanted to have sex? Something in his head was telling him to be the mature person. Or maybe it was the sense of danger.

“Not in a car. We don’t have time anyway. Let’s wait for next time.”

He was already thinking it was a good time to be resigning his job in the furniture store.

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

The next night it was Summer who, once again, found a way to be at the store after closing and needed a lift home. Tim could already guess she’d flirt with him again. Surely the sisters weren’t really serious? With their strict upbringing Tim was certain that as soon as he showed interest they’d run to their dad and he’d be in real trouble.

April had shown her tits to him the previous night. They were great tits. But was that part of a plan to lure him into disaster? Quitting made the most sense — even if he needed the money.

Summer was all over him again as they walked to his car. Happily it was dark outside and Tim felt confident that no-one would see them and somehow tell Mr Karlsson. There was no doubting that Summer was keen. The way she touched him and rubbed his muscles made it seem like she was really after something. And it was making his cock harden.

“You have a really nice body,” she said brashly as they got into the car. “I’m sure lots of girls want to go to bed with you.”

“I play a lot of sport,” explained Tim who also liked to workout.

It sounded lame. Was he just humouring her? Was the trap about to close?

Then Summer ran her hand up his thigh and placed it right over Tim’s crotch. He jumped in response. Could that be part of the plan? Should he refuse now or try not to make her angry? Then her fingers cupped his bulge and she squeezed him gently.

“What are you?… I’m not sure we should be doing this.”

“I want to see your dick,” she said with a naughty grin.

Summer was quite certain of that. She’d seen two “in the flesh” already. But she had told herself that Tim would have a magnificent specimen.

“That’s not a good idea.” He tried to caution. “Your Father wouldn’t be happy.”

“Father’s not here,” Summer responded as she started to move her hand over Tim’s growing erection.

She had just enough experience to know how to make a man get hard for her — and to know what a delight it was to have an erect cock.

Tim thought it time to confront Summer. He was still thinking that she wasn’t really going to go through with it.

“I thought you were a virgin. Have you ever seen a man’s cock before?”

“I’ve seen dicks before,” she confidently, now working to undo Tim’s trousers.

Tim made note that Summer had not answered his question about her virginity. She sounded so confident. And she barely fumbled as she undid his trousers. Tim did not resist — why would he? He was going to resign his job at the end of the week. Would it be so bad to let Summer have her fun?

“Oh, its beautiful,” exclaimed Summer as she finally extracted Tim’s hardening cock. “The first one looked scary. But yours is gorgeous.”

Tim tried not to blush but he felt his cock grow harder still. Or was that Summer’s touch. güvenilir bahis siteleri She’d wrapped her hand around his shaft and started slowly stroking him. It was proof that Summer did, indeed, have some experience.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he breathed quietly.

“Yours is number three,” she said with obvious delight. “And you’re the biggest. Don’t worry. A boy showed me what to do.”

She was bent over him now, keenly observing his cock and enjoying him swelling in her hand. Summer’s repressed upbringing had not stopped her dreaming about boys and sex and all manner of lewd behavior. She’d always known that she liked boys and their dicks. Looking at them, holding them, feeling their veins and the soft skin had felt like real freedom. She’d known that she wanted more and now she had Tim in her young hand.

Tim had to admit that her inexperienced hand still felt good. He shrugged his pants down to expose himself more fully. Summer didn’t object. Her gaze remained fixed on his cock as her hand worked up down the seven inches of his shaft.

“Men like to cum don’t they?” She was enjoying the warm hardness in her hand. “They always like it when I touch them and then they want to cum.”

“Yes,” he breathed to her. “And sometimes we like to cum in a woman’s mouth.” She was being so outrageous and acting so confident that Tim no longer cared about the risks. He was more interested in pushing her buttons. “Have you had a cock in your mouth?”

“A few times. I wanted to. But never cumming.”

“I’ll cum for you if you want. But not tonight.” Mr Karlsson wouldn’t like Summer getting home late and Tim didn’t need an angry father in the picture.

“Can I put it in my mouth? Please?”

Summer barely waited for Tim’s reply before she lowered her head and gently wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He couldn’t see what she was doing since her long blonde hair blocked his view. But he felt his cock pulse in her mouth. Summer didn’t have the experience to match her enthusiasm. So Tim softly pressed on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more.

“Its better if you go deeper,” he instructed her as her tongue tried to swirl around his meat. “And then you move up and down like with your hand,” he coached her, noticing how she followed without protest.

He couldn’t believe he was teaching Mr Karlsson’s daughter to perform fellatio. But Summer enjoyed the lesson as she wrapped her lips tight while Tim moved her head up and down. Her mouth felt pretty good and suddenly he was keenly interested in the idea of shooting his load into the mouth of this pretty daughter of his uptight boss.

“That feels so good,” he moaned to Summer. “You’re learning fast. But we’d better stop now.”

To his surprise she was not at all disappointed. She sat back on her side of the car with a huge grin. It was the face of triumph — all her flirting had worked and her female charms had convinced a man to show his penis. Her cunt was throbbing but Summer was willing to make these things last.

“I loved doing that. Lets do it again next time.”

That night Tim had a nice, long wank as he thought about the “next time” with Summer Karlsson. He imagined blasting a load all over that pretty face. Would she be up for that? Tim could guess that he’d be her first.

And he thought about April and what naughty action she was dreaming of. One thing was sure — Tim would hold off his resignation for at least one more week.

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

The following week it was April who stayed at the store late while Tim finished some paperwork. They’d had a good weekend. Summer had natural talent for sales — just as she did for flirting. It had been fun to watch the eldest daughter smile and fawn over the male customers. Even if some of the wives got pissed off, at least Tim had a break.

But now it was April and her huge tits that were on his mind as he shut down the computer. How was it that they managed to always be alone with him at the end of the day?

“We take turns doing the chores,” she explained gruffly. “We help Father in the store but one of us has to be at home to help with the evening meal and stuff.”

Tim could not have failed to notice that April, again, was in a bad mood with him that day. He’d been hoping for another play with those big E-cups. Finally he’d had enough and challenged her on being so pissy.

“You had sex with Summer. Didn’t you? Last week.”

Tim denied that flat out — which was true. That didn’t mollify April.

“Why do you like her so much? Why don’t you want you to do it with me?”

Tim was well aware that April was trying to manipulate him. Though it wasn’t so hard when she was apparently so eager to have sex – with him. If only Tim could know what was on April’s mind and the lustful daydreaming she’d been engaging in.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he said with a smile.

That seemed to banish the pout from April’s face. She began to run her hands over her dress, especially her bust. She was inexperienced but she knew that her breasts gave her a power over men. She was horny and desperate to have sex for the first time. Surely Tim would take advantage? He was already thinking the same thing.

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As much as I am ready to go back to our hideaway in the forest, I am terribly curious about the Nepenthe hot tub experience you once described to me. Timidly and with a hint of a blush on my cheeks, I ask you to please take me down through there. Your eyes light up as you grab my hand and lead the way.

My eyes widen as we near the hot tubs. I have never in my life witnessed so many people in the throes of passion. It’s exciting to me, the thrill of voyeurism…yet another fantasy of mine you have brought to fruition. I can feel the wetness between my legs increase as we walk among the many couples having sex in the hot tubs. I know you are watching me, enjoying the fact that I am so turned on by the whole picture. I turn to look at you and you raise an eyebrow as if to ask me what I think. Without a word, I shrug out of my dress and let it pool around my feet. Your sharp intake of breath only encourages me to step toward you and reach for the waistband of your pants.

Animalistic lust has been unleashed in my now and I want, no I need to be among the many couples being fucked here tonight. I slide your pants over your hips and tear at your shirt while your hands unhook my bra and inch my thong down over my hips. I slide out of my heels and you pick me up and carry me to the nearest open hot tub. The excitement is building in me and it makes me shiver with delicious anticipation.

The water instantly reddens my canlı bahis skin and you pull me close to kiss my pouty lips. Your tongue slides between my teeth and begins it’s slow dance with mine.

Your hands roam my body under the water, making my body temperature rise even higher and the heat and extra wetness between my legs intensifies.

“Go ahead Kiki, grab my cock, it’s waiting for you,” you growl into my ear.

I reach for you and cannot hardly believe the fact that you are more hard now than I have had the pleasure to experience with you yet. The guttural groan that escapes your lips is music to my ears and I lean over to suck your earlobe into my hot mouth. You are tugging on my hard nipples and your mouth is on my neck, I can hardly catch my breath.

Another couple approaches us and you wink at me and nod to them and they climb into our hot tub with us. They skip any foreplay as she climbs into his lap and begins riding him like a thoroughbred. Their moans and cries of pleasure are an aphrodisiac to me and I can hardly contain myself anymore and move to straddle you.

My large breasts bob up and down in the water and with each upward swell, you capture them one by one into your mouth. Your hands have moved to caress my ass and guide my hips closer to you. As you capture my right nipple in between your teeth, your hands spread my ass cheeks and you slide one finger into my tight hole. Ahh, sweet jesus, bahis siteleri that feels so good. So damn good in fact that when you slide it in past your second knuckle, it quickly brings me to orgasm.

The other couple’s grunts and groans are getting louder as they journey toward their mutual orgasm and I can’t help thinking to myself how lucky I am to be here with you, experiencing so much and having the time of my life. As they climax together, I lean in for a long, passionate kiss and whisper to you how turned on I am.

With one finger still manipulating my ass, your other fingers spread the lips of my pussy and you slide your enormous cock deep into me; pushing me again to the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck me Mac,” I growl against your ear, “Fuck me hard and fuck me long!”

“Good gawd Kiki, it would be my pleasure. Can you feel how hard you make me honey? I am so damn hard, I ache for you.”

“Hell yes I can feel you Mac, and my pussy aches for you as well, now FUCK ME!”

With that said, those admissions made, we become frenzied in our lovemaking. By now I am sure we are just fucking…not making love. Our bodies pump and gyrate as one until sweet release beckons for both of us to let go. I can feel you swelling to the breaking point inside of me and I wrap my legs tighter around your waist, pulling you as close to me as possible.

Our breathing is labored as we struggle to come down from the heights bahis şirketleri we just soared to. Each time with you seems more intense than the last. You now know my body better than my husband, better than I, myself, know it.

“Time to go lover,” you purr into my ear.

I am still just savoring the feel of your big cock buried inside my pussy. Flaccid, yes, but nonetheless exciting. You playfully slap my ass and lift me off you. Exaggerating a pout, I grudgingly climb out of the hot tub and bend over to gather my clothes.

“Just carry them! I want you naked on the drive back to the cabin,” you demand. And as you have been told before, your wish is my command.

One thing you know excites me is the placement of a strong, sure hand on the small of my back. It’s almost as if it shows a type of erotic ownership. And this is how you lead me back to your car. Excitement is once again bubbling inside of me like hot lava. I remember the bottle of champagne chilling back at the cabin and also know that there is an abundance of fresh fruit and whipped cream for our oral delights.

You open the car door for me and as I turn to get in, you slap my bare ass, sending shivers straight through me.

“Keep it up love and you won’t be driving us anywhere for a while,” I tell you honestly and huskily.

“Okay, okay, I desperately want to get you alone back at our wooded hideaway so I will behave,”…”for now.” Your eyes twinkle devilishly in the moonlight.

You close my door and walk around to slide into the driver’s side. I notice your pants are undone and it makes me grin. I believe we are both in for the ride of our lives.

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As she looked in the mirror admiring her picturesque body, Jenny pulled her black thong between her legs and up to her cleanly shaven crotch. She turned around to take a quick peek at her tight ass before putting on her 34C bra. “Damn,” the brown-haired beauty said as she snapped on her bra, “I look fuckin hot!” Just then she was startled by a voice at her doorway.

“Need a little help with that, big tits?” said Mike.

Jenny frowned. “Get the fuck out of here, my boyfriend’s on his way,” snapped back Jenny.

“Haha, oh that’s right, your… ahem… ‘boyfriend’,” replied Mike arrogantly. He turned around and casually walked away.

Mike was a little taken aback at the recent development. Here he was, standing in Jenny’s college dorm room, and yet she didn’t offer to have sex with him! What’s more, she had the audacity to tell him to get the fuck out! Him! Mike! Could it be possible that he wasn’t as irresistible as he once thought?

Mike took off his shirt to display his rippling 6-pack of abs and chiseled chest. He snuck a quick peek under his shorts to make sure his huge 8 inch cock was still inside. With a wry smile Mike sprayed on some cologne and picked up his cell phone.

No more than 2 minutes later, there was a knock at Mike’s door. He quickly stripped down to his boxers and went to answer it. Standing on the other side of his door were two beautiful buxom beauties, Morgan and Elizabeth. Both were seniors in college and members of one of the college’s sororities. Mike was only a freshman but his reputation and sexual prowess spread quickly.

Morgan, a 5-5 blonde with short hair, was dressed in a black bra and thong, with matching stilettos. Elizabeth, the more buxom of the two blondes, was wearing a white tee shirt with boy pants. “Did you guys walk the whole way across campus dressed like that?” snapped Mike.

The two big titted airheads giggled. “Anything for you, big boy,” said Elizabeth. With one quick motion she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her firm, 36D jugs. They jiggled a bit as she bounced toward Mike and gave him a slow, passionate kiss on the neck. bahis firmaları Morgan followed suit, pulling her black thong over her stilettos and dropping to her knees in front of Mike. Mike knew why these girls were here. Well, aside from the fact that he called them a minute ago. They were here to see the goods, the Darwinian advantage that no other man on campus could compete with. Mike triumphantly dropped his boxers, exposing his 8 inch cock. Both girls gasped as he revealed himself to them. With one quick motion he grabbed Elizabeth’s breasts and pushed them together. He began sucking them slowly while she leaned her head back and moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, Morgan was now naked except for her stilettos and was jerking Mike’s cock.

After Mike was done feasting on Elizabeth’s tits he pushed her to her knees to help Morgan. Once on their knees, the two sorority beauties took turns sucking Mike’s cock. While Elizabeth’s gorgeous dick-sucking lips blew Mike, Morgan would drop down and lap at Mike’s gargantuan testicles. Mike ran his hands through both girls’ hair as they moaned with pleasure while blowing him. In the throes of getting incredible head off of two hot chicks, Mike neglected to hear the knock at his door.

There, dressed in her sports bra and track shorts, stood Jenny. Her mouth was agape as she took in the sight of two of the most popular girls in the entire school on their knees worshipping a freshman. Jenny tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t quite come out.

“M-M-Mike I came to…….. apolog…. holy shit I can’t believe what I’m seeing!” she exclaimed. With that Mike turned around to greet her, giving her an 8 inch standing ovation.

“What the fuck do you want?” said Mike as he sat down on the bed and continued getting blown by the two blonde beauties. “Can’t you see I’m a little busy here? I don’t have time for prudes with ‘boyfriends’. Close the door when you leave you fucking cunt.”

Jenny had never been talked to this way before. Yet for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off what she was seeing. “I just…. wanted to apologize for being a fucking cunt before.” kaçak iddaa Jenny couldn’t believe she just heard that phrase escape from her mouth. It was fascinating to her what power Mike had over women, her included.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s alright. You gonna join in or what? This isn’t a fucking peep show,” snapped Mike.

“Uh… no… my boyfriend’s downstairs I should go. But I… I’ll see you later?” said Jenny, almost pleadingly.

“Haha, fat chance prude. Shut the fucking door.”

With that Jenny tucked her tail between her legs and left the room, shutting the door behind her like she was told. Mike went back to concentrating on his blowjob, while Morgan and Elizabeth continued to noisily lap at and slobber on his massive cock. Mike could feel an orgasm building in his loins, and as he did he grabbed his cock out of Morgan’s mouth and positioned the two sorority sluts in the line of fire.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” grunted Mike as he splashed his first rope of seed onto Elizabeth’s waiting and smiling face. The next two strands landed on Morgan’s face and tits. Mike continued to pump his gigantic manhood, spraying cum all over their faces and tits. As Mike’s orgasm subsided, he watched Morgan and Elizabeth kiss either other passionately, both covered in a sea of his lust.

“Clean me!” Mike demanded, pointing to his now drooping yet still enormous manhood.

“Jesus Lizzy look at his cock! It’s still sooooo big!” cheered Morgan as she held Mike’s cock. This got a giggle out both of the girls as they cleaned Mike’s dominant tool. After this Mike laid down to take a nap, as is customary after his needs have been met, while the girls scurry around his room to clean up and dress themselves.

An hour or two later, Mike was deeply immersed in a dream where he was getting a blowjob from the entire college cheerleading squad. His cock was covered in a sea of tongues, with large, bare breasts as far as the eye could see. But as Mike suddenly awoke, he was disappointed yet surprised to see only one girl sucking at his cock. Looking up at him with a devilish grin and winking, Jenny took his huge kaçak bahis cock in her hand and deep throated him down to the root, sending Mike into ecstasy. Jenny didn’t miss a beat, plunging his entire cock down her throat time and time again. Instead of ruining the moment by requiring an explanation, Mike decided to relax and let himself finally get head off of this prude.

As Mike dropped his hand down to play with one of Jenny’s big tits, he noticed a scrawny brown haired kid with glasses watching him in complete shock.

“Who the fuck are you? Get out of here before you get your ass kicked you little faggot,” snapped Mike. Jenny quickly turned around to see her boyfriend Robert, with tears in his eyes as he watched his girlfriend deep throat a much larger, better man than he.

“Jenny, how could you do this to me? I drove five hours just to see you this weekend!” whined Robert. Jenny, moaning slightly as Mike continued to play with her nipples, quickly had to compose herself.

“I… I’m sorry Robert, I don’t know what to say. I guess….. I mean his cock is so…. I mean, I don’t know what to say, he has a huge cock and I like it. I give great head but I never get to even show off my skills because your cock is so small and useless. All I wanted was a little attention from a real man. I mean, come over here Robert and look at this thing, he’s *so* much bigger than you,” said Jenny as she grasped ahold of Mike’s manhood. Mike made sure to make eye contact with Robert as he gazed at Mike’s clearly more superior member.

“Listen here pussy, I’m gonna go back to getting head off your girl now, either you can sit over there and be quiet, or you can go back to Jenny’s room and jerk off. Either way, shut your mouth before you get your ass beat,” said Mike, maintaining a stern glance at Robert the entire time.

“You better listen to him Robert, his muscles are soooo big. He would give you the worst beating of your life,” said Jenny as she slowly ran her hands over Mike’s chiseled chest and arms. With that, Mike snapped his fingers and pointed to his unsatisfied manhood, at which time Jenny resumed her oral attack on Mike’s huge cock. Mike dropped his hands back down to her large tits, fondling them while he was pleasured. Still not sure exactly what to do, Robert, still teary-eyed, sat down to enjoy the show.

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Warehouse

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Too late, far too late. You had no way of turning back You had gone too far with the teasing in the warehouse.

As you showered, your mind slipped back to the afternoon. The afternoon when your teasing had been turned on you. The hot water cascaded over your naked body, your breasts ached, your nipples ached. The brutality of the afternoon, the enjoyment of it all. As you stood in the shower, your fingers brushed your sore nipples on their way down to your trimmed pussy. Your finger stroked your clitoris. That too ached as did your pussy and your ass.

Slipping two fingers into your pussy as you closed your eyes. The water streaming down your body, over your breasts, creating a tingle on your nipples. You sighed, two fingers plunged in deeper as you recalled the events.

The midday delivery was due. It was late. You glanced at the clock, already a quarter after 12. The coffee had long gone cold.

You couldn’t understand why, but you felt excited. Maybe it was the touch of his fingers on your thigh as you sat in the office?

You certainly teased him, the flash of thigh as you crossed your legs. You knew it was a dangerous play, but none the less, you still continued to tease and yes, allow your legs to be touched. It certainly sent tingles down your spine.

Your fingers pumped in and out of your pussy as the hot water hit your body. Your nipples taking the force of the jets of water, hitting them, making them tingle. You felt the orgasm building inside you. Unable to hold back, you came with such a force you thought you would scream the house down. Muffling the scream as you came, the force unbounding. ‘ Oh my fuckkkkk’ your moaned as you felt the cum trickle out of your pussy.

During the day, the air had an electrical charge, glances between the two of you told a story, a story that you needed him, he needed you. Slyly you undid a button to the top of the dress, allowing a little more cleavage to be on show. This task done, you went over to his desk, armed with the delivery note earlier. Leaning over the desk, you allowed the dress to part, allowed your breasts to be visible. You smiled as you saw his eyes fall there. Your eyes met. Smile met smile. His hand met your knee. You looked. You smiled. His hand crept higher, you didn’t flinch, even when his fingers stroked the inner thigh nor when his fingers reached the edge of your panties. Feeling his fingers creep underneath your panties, you sighed as they came into contact with your already damp pussy. You sighed louder canlı bahis as they stroked your pussy lips and moaned as two slipped inside your now wet pussy.

Enjoying his fingers inside your pussy, you moaned as he thrust in deep. The telephone rang. He swore, you swore. The delivery was here.

Sighing, you went to the warehouse area, he in pursuit. You talked, you both agreed to meet after the delivery, agreed to have his cock into your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass. You just wanted his thick shaft. Stroking it as the van pulled up. He felt big and thick. You wanted it, now. You needed that cock now. You needed to fuck, now.

The 4 guys unloaded the contents of the truck, boxes everywhere, scattered but in order, an order you dictated they should be in. Leaning over one box, you were unaware that your dress parted, unaware that your breasts were visible. The concentration as you checked in the delivery took you mind off of the sexual tension. Then you heard on guy, the southern drawl. ‘Man look at those tits’ was what you heard. Only then, did you realise. Your nipples tingled, your pussy wet. The thrill of exposing your breasts sent that tingle to your nipples. You pretended to ignore the comment. Bending lower, the top opening more.

You flinched as you felt a hand touched you ass. Words were spoken.

‘Guys, she is such a fucking teaser, she needs teaching a lesson’. You skin crawled, tingled. Was it fear? Was it excitement? Either way, your body tingled.

You felt arms grabbing you. You heard laughter, deep throated laughter. Male deep throated laughter. Laughter that scared you but also excited you.

The strong arms held you. Unable to move, struggling, swearing, cussing, kicking. All to no avail, trapped, arms held tight behind your back.

They approached, four of them, all big, shirts opened to the waist, all four hairy chests, strong arms, all that lifting.

Your eyes opened wide, arms held tight. You struggled in vain. They reached you, you kicked out. Strong arms grabbed your legs. Held in the air, at their mercy. Two held you, three commenced unbuttoning your dress. You felt your nipples stiffen as the dress was opened, your white brassiere exposed, the lacy cups not hiding your hard nipples. The dress lay totally open, exposing your tiny underpants, again lace, see through. Your pussy leaked, showing your excitement, showing your fear.

‘Get her on the boxes’ one voice said. They did, they also ripped your panties off of you, baring your bahis siteleri pussy, the brassiere came next, not unclipped, torn off, ripped off. Your breasts, your pussy, your body, naked, exposed. You kicked. Hands grabbed your breasts, twisted your nipples, hurting you, exciting you. Legs pulled apart, wide open. Your pussy lips parted, a finger slammed deep inside, no finesse, just hard, straight to his knuckle. You screamed, in pain. Fingers twisted your nipples, fingers plunged into you pussy. Your screams of pain, turned into screams of ecstasy. ‘Oh fuck me’ you cried. ‘Someone fuck my pussy’ You writhed, you moaned. Opening your eyes, the pressure upon your arms and legs gone. You lay there, writhing, wanting, needing.

You looked, 5 zippers came down, 5 cocks came out. ‘Ohhhhhhh, yesss’ you moaned as you saw those 5 cocks, so hard, so big, so thick. ‘Fill my holes you bastards’ you cried as you parted your pussy lips for them. The first one came to you as you parted your lips, his cock nudged your pussy, one thrust, deep inside he sank his full length.. You moaned in pleasure. Another moved to the side of your. Your felt your hair being pulled, your head being turned. Forcefully, hard. You saw a monstrous cock. ‘Suck it bitch’ was the order. You complied, allowed your mouth to open, taking it inside your mouth, you sucked greedily. Growling as you swallowed his cock, taking him deep as the other pounded in and out of your pussy. You tried to speak, the thick cock stifled your words. ‘Ohhhhhhhhh’ you moaned as the cock pounded inside you. Hands, fingers over your body, nipples being pinched, twisted, tugged. Breasts being slapped. You bucked, met his thrusting. The cock soon exploded, bringing you to your first delightful orgasm. You felt his warm seed hitting into you as you came, long and hard.

The cock in your mouth soon followed, gagging you as he held your head, pumping his cock into your mouth. You cupped his balls, squeezing every drop out of him as you swallowed all of his cum, spilling down the sides of your lips, over your chin.

The cock left your pussy, another one took it’s place. You moaned, your growled as you swallowed his cum. ‘Yes, fuck me harder’ The cock in your mouth went limp, you licked it, sucked it clean, not wanting to let it go. He slapped your hand, it stung. Another hand grabbed yours, brought it to his cock. You stroked it as the cock in your pussy slammed so hard into you. The rape, the delightful gang bang, another orgasm. ‘Ohhhh, yes, cummmming bahis şirketleri again, fuckkkkkk me harder, yessss.’ A growl escaped your throat as you body writhed, as your pussy oozed out your cum. Oh goddd’ you growled just as the cock entered your mouth. Hungrily, greedily you sucked it, cupping his balls, feeling for his ass. Fingering his hole. ‘Yes bitch’ you heard him say as you forced your finger into his ass. The cock in your pussy fucked you hard, relentless, pounding, thrusting, slamming harder, deeper , faster. He growled, he bucked, his hips thrusting, your too, meeting his thrusts as the cock in your mouth throbbed, exploded, sending a stream of hot cum into your throat as you finger sank deep into his ass. The cock in your pussy slammed deeper and harder as he growled. He exploded. You cried out as you felt the incredible stream hitting the back of your pussy. Oh fuck’ you cried out as you came again.

‘Turn her over’ the voice of the man you knew ordered. Rough, strong hands turned you. Your head hanging off of the side of the box. A hand came crashing down on your ass. You squealed. ‘More, slap me harder’ you cried, wriggling your ass, taunting them. Slaps rained down on your ass as you squeezed your breasts.

‘Open her legs’ that voice said again. You knew he was going to ass fuck you. You moaned. ‘Please, please, fuck me in the ass’ Raising your ass, you squealed in pain, in pleasure as he pulled you back onto his cock, sinking the full length inside you tight hole. Relentlessly, slamming into your ass. You held pulled upwards. A cock, hard again, wanted your mouth. You wanted that cock. Opening your mouth as it was fed to you, the cock in your ass pumping, hands slapping your cheeks, tingling, stinging. Sucking harder on that cock in your mouth. Ass being fucked, mouth being fucked. You came again, the fourth orgasm racking through your body. The fifth followed as the cock in your ass exploded. It burnt, it hurt, it was exciting. You orgasmed, your cum dribbling from your pussy over the box. The cock in your mouth exploded. Not so much force as you swallowed.

Soon, you were empty, all the cocks had finished, they looked at you, writhing naked, on the box. You needed more. You needed to cum again. You were hungry.

Turning over, you lay down, spread your legs. Your wet, sore pussy staring them in the face. You parted your pussy lips, slipped three fingers inside yourself, masturbated yourself to another orgasm. The squelch of juices, theirs and yours, inter mingling. You groaned as you came.

They laughed and left.

Turning off the shower, you dried you aching body. The evidence of their hands still there. Your nipples sore, your pussy sore. You smiled. Contented and happy.

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This is the first of a series of stories about the ‘Wanderings’ of Lee Stephenson. Newly divorced, he has quit his job and is travelling around his home Province, looking for a new life. You never know who you’ll meet when you’re on the road.

Chapter 01: Constance

I can remember exactly when I knew my marriage to Jocelyn was over. It was the night of our Tenth Wedding Anniversary. I had come home early, brought flowers and a nice, silver pendant that I knew she would wear. We kissed perfunctorily at the kitchen door and I went upstairs to shower and change before I took her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner.

What made it memorable is that we hardly had a word to say to each other despite the fact that we had not seen or talked to each other since the previous evening. I typically left for work an hour before Jocelyn and she was in the shower when I pulled out of the driveway that morning. At the restaurant there were no reminiscences of past times together, no fond remembrances … nothing. We made the odd comment about the weather or our work, but nothing intimate. When we went to bed I reached for her, hoping for at least some Anniversary lovemaking, but she said she was too tired and that was that.

I lay on my back and knew then that it was over. We had each been pretending that we had a marriage for some time; perhaps years. I thought back over those times and realized I wasn’t even sure if we were ever even in love with each other. We went through all the motions, but I couldn’t remember a moment when I knew for sure that I would do anything for her; walk through fire, slay dragons or take on a gang of villains. It was a dispiriting thought and with our life having sunk into ennui over the past two or three years, I knew a decision was at hand.

I delayed leaving for work the next morning. I might as well face it when I knew what I wanted to say. Jocelyn came down and was obviously surprised to see me sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee and the morning paper.

“What are you doing still here?” she asked, curious as she poured her first coffee.

“I wanted to talk to you. It seemed like the best opportunity.” I said quietly.

I suppose it was my tone of voice that alerted her. She looked at me and then picked up her coffee and sat in her usual chair.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked carefully. She was obviously uncomfortable with the uncertainty.

“Jocelyn, there’s no easy way to say this. I will file for divorce early next week.”

I watched her eyes grow large and heard the sharp intake of breath.

“Why?” she struggled to ask.

“I think you know the answer to that as well as I do. Our marriage is dead. It died a long slow death, but it is dead.” I said solemnly.

She sat silently, looking at me; obviously thinking about what she had just heard. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to her untouched coffee and stared at it for a few moments.

“I’m sorry, Lee. I wish it had worked. I’m sorry.” she finally whispered.

“I know. Don’t blame yourself. Sometimes … sometimes it just doesn’t … ” I couldn’t finish the thought. I saw a tear and then another trickle down her cheek.

“I’ll look after the paperwork and if we use the do-it-yourself forms, we can cut the legal costs … unless you want to contest it.” I said, almost as an afterthought.

“No … I won’t fight it. You’re right … it just didn’t come out the way we wanted it to.”

I stood up, kissed her cheek and left quietly for the garage and headed off to work.

-0-

If there is such a thing as an amicable divorce, we were the model. It was civil and civilized. We split everything almost 50-50. Jocelyn’s income was very healthy as a Provincial Government Assistant Director in the Environment Ministry, thus there would be no alimony. We agreed to sell the house and close the mortgage. Our home in Burnaby had inflated to an almost ridiculous amount during the eight plus years that we had owned it. After we retired the mortgage, we split nearly $300,000.00. We both had our own retirement savings plans and simply maintained them in our own names.

Jocelyn kept her car, but I had a company bahis firmaları lease car with no asset value to me. I let Jocelyn keep most of the furniture except a couple of pieces that had come from my parents and grandparents. I guess, all told, she would have taken away $30,000.00 or so in value more than me, but in truth, I really didn’t care. I just wanted the whole unhappy episode to be over.

We met once more just before the divorce was final to make sure there were no outstanding issues to be resolved. We chose a pub not far from our former residence and found a semi-secluded place to talk. It didn’t take us long to determine that there was nothing left to discuss except our feelings and our futures.

“So, where are you going to live?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know. I quit my job last week. I’ll be finished at the end of the month and then I’m going to do what the Aussies do; ‘go walkabout’. Except, I guess, it will be more like ‘go ride-about’.”

“I almost envy you. I wouldn’t mind a sabbatical myself. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” she said sincerely.

“Me too. I just hope I’ll know it when I find it.” I chuckled.

“What about you … where are you going to live?” I asked.

“I’ve taken a job in the Industry Ministry and I’m moving to Victoria. I found an apartment there. I’ll enjoy that, I think. Less pressure than Environment.”

“Good … I’m glad.” I said honestly.

“Regrets?” she asked.

“Sure. Plenty. I wonder if it would have turned out differently if I hadn’t been sterile. I’m sure that must have hurt you more than you let on; to find that out after we were married. I know it hurt me. Not good for the male ego.” I smiled.

“Yes … it hurt. But then, we talked about adoption and IVF. We had choices.” she said with some emotion. “I’m not sure that would have made a big difference except that maybe we might have hung on a lot longer because of the kids and then been that much more unhappy. Not much of a choice in my opinion.”

“I suppose you’re right.” I said, staring into my beer mug. “Well,” I said, raising my mug. “here’s to a better future for us. I wish you all the best, Jocelyn.”

She touched her wine glass to my mug and offered a faint smile. A few minutes later we hugged and kissed each other for the last time and I stood and watched as she slowly worked her way out of the pub and into the parking lot. I slumped back in my seat, waiting for the waitress to come around so that I could order another beer. I didn’t have any place special to go and I was in no hurry to get there.

-0-

I had moved in with my folks for a couple of weeks after the sale of the house. They were very generous and sympathetic. Mom and Dad had been married over forty years and I think they were deeply disappointed at my divorce. I had failed at something important and I think they knew that I was ashamed to admit it. They said nothing directly to me, but I could tell by some of the inferences what they were thinking. The sooner I hit the road, the better off they would be. I had only another week until the end of the month and the end of my employment. I think they were surprised and dubious about my unplanned future, but they said nothing to discourage me.

On a bright, sunny March Saturday morning, I loaded the last of my bags in my car, kissed and hugged my folks and drove off into the sunrise. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but I really wasn’t worried about it. I had turned in my company car and purchased a year old, low mileage, Subaru Outback. I had decided to explore my home Province and at this time of the year, there was no need for reservations since it was nearing the end of the ski season. I drove for a couple of hours, stopping in Hope to stretch my legs, top up the tank, unload my morning coffee and then get another fresh one at the kiosk across from the gas station.

By noon I was in Keremeos but I wasn’t hungry and pushed on to Osoyoos before stopping for a snack at a grocery store deli bar. On the spur of the moment, I decided to head for Nelson; a lovely little picturesque town in the Kootenay Mountains. I might take my chances on a B and B or a motel kaçak iddaa and if worst came to worst, I would double back to Castlegar or even Trail for accommodation. I pulled out my pocket guide to British Columbia Bed and Breakfasts, chose one that looked likely and thumbed the number on my cell phone. A mature sounding woman answered the phone and identified herself as Connie Bradshaw. I was in luck. She had a room and was featuring off-season rates.

It was almost six when I finally arrived in Nelson and found the Alpine Rest B again with that almost seductive smile. If I didn’t know better, I would think she was at least flirting if not actually hitting on me. I found that very reassuring. My ego needed a shot in the arm.

I set my bag down and checked out the ensuite bath and found it to be correct for period and as with the rest of the house, immaculate. I shook my head in admiration. Connie caught the gesture and smiled.

“I take it you’re impressed.” she said with a genuine smile.

“Very. I know something about what it takes to put an old house in this condition and it isn’t easy. This house is something special.” I enthused.

“Yes … it’s my pride and joy. It’s very unusual not to have several of the six rooms occupied, even at this time of the year.” she offered.

She caught me staring at the big, wrought iron bed and imagining what a romp in that big, queen sized pedestal would be like.

“That’s a reproduction. I had it made locally from an old photograph in a family album.” she explained. She was watching me and trying to read my thoughts I suspected. I turned to her and smiled.

“How about I go get that bottle of wine and maybe we can enjoy a glass before dinner.” I suggested.

“An excellent idea except I was going to make up a small shaker of Martinis that we could share. My Martinis are quite evil.” she grinned.

“I haven’t had an evil Martini in quite some time; if ever. I’ll be right back.” I smiled back at her. There were some serious messages being sent to me and I was becoming quite aware that Connie might have some designs on the entertainment portion of this evening. As I walked up the street toward the off-sales store, I was stunned a just how overt her moves were. She was not trying to be subtle and it had been years since I had experienced anything like this. I thought about what the consequences of her motives might be and considering my situation, I couldn’t think of a single negative one. I decided then that I would “go with the flow” and just see how things played out.

When I got back to the house, I used my key to enter the foyer and Connie appeared holding a tray with two shallow Martini glasses and a small flask of premixed little devils that would probably do great harm if consumed in quantity. I offered her the bottle of French Cote d’ Rhone and she smiled her approval; again with the raised eyebrow.

“Come into the drawing room, Lee. We’ll have our cocktails there before we head for the dining room.”

I smiled my approval and followed her into yet again another impeccably finished room with appropriate period furniture.

“I feel almost like I’m in a museum; a life size diorama.” I marveled as I looked around.

“Well … perhaps it is. Not everything is original. Much of the furniture has either been rebuilt and/or refinished or is a reproduction.” she said with pride.

“It’s very impressive. Very beautiful. I’m looking forward to seeing the outside in the daylight. Would it be alright to take some pictures?” I asked.

“Of course. I can use all the free advertising I can get.” she laughed.

She had a wonderful smile and it made her more attractive than I would have expected from a middle-aged woman. As I sipped my cocktail I was appraising this impressive woman. She was not slender; rather she was well proportioned with what appeared to be fairly large breasts and a definitely attractive hip flare that emphasized her delightful backside. She must have been about 5′ 7″ inches tall at least, but she carried herself as if she was six foot tall. She wore a simple print dress that seemed appropriate for the house and yet displayed the fact that she was very attractive. kaçak bahis She was an elegant woman living in an elegant home.

We chatted as we enjoyed our Martinis. She was curious what I was doing by myself on the road at this time of the year if I wasn’t in sales. I reluctantly told her of the dissolution of my marriage and my decision to take some time off to recharge my batteries. I watched her reaction to my story and she seemed to be both sympathetic and more than a little interested.

By the time we were ready for dinner, we had finished off the Martinis and I had opened the wine. Somehow, she had conjured up a wonderful meal of Lasagna, Caesar Salad, foccacia bread and the aforementioned Cote d’ Rhone. I complemented her sincerely and she smiled her thanks. By the time we had finished the meal and were working on finishing off the wine, we had become good friends.

Connie wanted to know more about my marriage and I have to confess that without the benefit of the Martinis and the wine, I wouldn’t have considered discussing my personal life with a woman I had only know for a little over two hours. But then, since my inhibitions were severely compromised and I was alternating between lascivious thoughts about Connie and morose memories of Jocelyn, I spilled my guts out.

I’m not completely sure how it came about, but I found myself back in the drawing room with Connie sitting beside me on a love seat, listening intently as I tried to explain why I needed to take this time for myself. At some point, she’d put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her; making sure her generous breasts rubbed up against my shoulder and arm. I had no reason to complain. I was working very hard not to be downbeat and to put a positive spin on my situation. I think that was the trigger for Connie. She was apparently turned on by my ability to look for a positive in a situation that others would consider a dark negative.

Connie was looking into my eyes intently and I found that I had run out of things to say. I just sat there, looking back at this attractive woman and I was about to look away when she leaned toward me and planted a lovely, warm, wet, passionate kiss on my lips. There was even a hint of tongue. Her arm, still around my shoulder, pulled me into her and I couldn’t help but put my arm around her and allow my hand to travel up and down her lovely smooth back. My intelligence gathering foray determined that she was wearing a narrow strap bra with a back hook. My high school skills had immediately kicked back in as I sought out the zipper for her dress, establishing its location for future reference.

It turned out the future was now. Connie had moved her other hand to my crotch and had established that I was harder than granite and hornier than I had been in months. As she slid her hand back and forth over my erection, I groped for her zipper and began to pull it down. As I leaned back to look into her eyes, I moved both my hands to her shoulders and pushed the dress off and down her lovely upper body. She was wearing a soft, champagne coloured bra that perfectly framed her beautiful, large breasts. There is no substitute for great tits and this lady had them in spades.

I was able to unhook the bra without trouble and I was gazing into her eyes as I gently removed it. I could see the fire inside her and I guessed that it might have been just as long for her and it was for me since she’d had a good fucking. There is no substitute for alcohol when it comes to bravery and I pressed my hands over her breasts and began to knead them softly; my thumbs quickly bringing her nipples to an enlarged state. I hadn’t removed my gaze from her face since this had begun and she hadn’t stopped looking into my eyes either. I leaned forward again and kissed her, slowly inserting my tongue between her lips. She opened her mouth and we began to truly engage each other in mouth to mouth combat.

Connie was very aroused and I knew this by the erotic scent I had detected. I dropped one hand into her lap and slipped it up under her dress and along her silken thigh. I discovered she was wearing ‘thigh-highs’ and soon I was massaging her bare upper thighs and slipping slowly toward her pussy. She had conveniently opened her legs to allow my advance and as I touched the gusset of her panties with the edge of my hand, I could feel the dampness. The rest was inevitable.

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The Private Room

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In the time of Henry Tudor, the infamous King who married six times, his countenance enthused many of his ladies in Chelsea Palace to take full advantage of the climate.

It was well known Henry also had many sexual encounters and several mistresses but anyone who dared to say a word about it was liable for the big chop

But at a time when the male issue was scarce, away fighting for the country, the women were pressed to excel their carnal desires, It was fine with those who referred their own sex to ease their sexual needs but for those whose desires were bent on the male agenda there had to be a way.

Obviously there were not enough guys to fill the requirements, only a few who were closely connected to the King, his servants and the like.

Romantic liaisons were out of the question but women still needed to be fulfilled. Lady Mary Sidney had the solution; The private room in the basement of Chelsea Palace. Once an armory but now` converted to a very cosy and delectable place given the feminine touch .

She approached others of high standing and formed a group who would be willing to share her fantasies in true form. She said “If we are to remain steadfast for our King it is only right that we should expel those frustrations that are essential to any warm blooded human being, and this is what I suggest to you…”

Robert Dudley, the King’s junior Master of the Horse was favourite. They all adored this very desirable and pleasant young man but were wary that the King might be offended if they teamed up with him for sexual favours.

Lady Sidney though was one of the King’s favourite courtiers and had on several occasions ‘exercised certain sexual habits with him. “I know our King will approve wholeheartedly and anyway, why should he have all the fun?” She said. “And anyway his contention is that sex is like food. That we all need both to sustain a good and healthy life and have the energy to fulfill our lives completely, that we cannot do that if we are bogged down with sexual frustration.”

The women talked among each other and upon Lady Sidney’s request made a decision as to whether they canlı bahis would like to indulge or not.

Most said they would like to try. Marie said it had been horrible not having a man and she was at her wits end, trying to keep her mind occupied so as to keep those very pressing fantasies at bay. Others related to what she said and there were those who had been with other women trying to solve their desires only to discover sex could never be the same as with a red blooded well sexed man.

Later in the week Lady Sidney advised the group that arrangements had been made and they were welcome to share the company of Robert who at first was a little apprehensive but given a few well-placed caresses and the warmth of a kiss he easily succumbed and said he would look forward tom having the pleasure to be of service to ten good women.

So the scene was set and a lot of hearts were thumping, just with the premise of being in the same room as this beautiful young fellow, knowing to what they were all about.

They all agreed that he is a very agreeable guy and they should share and share alike, each taking turns to enjoy what he has to give. That it could not be an emotional commitment that would make it all become complicated. Lady Sidney stipulated that. Let us all simply enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and look forward to when our men return from way when we will have the impetus to give our chosen ones our all, in as much as we have practiced and enjoyed, that our sexual ardor has not sealed up and withered, that we shall all be fresh for the right man when the time comes.

Now they were comfortably attired and waited for Robert to show himself and when he did he looked everything they expected, his Tudor garb and codpiece in place, looking well placed and very, very desirable and when he smiled, the smile was infectious and they all felt a sense of calm, knowing they would feel comfortable sharing their sexual pleasure with such a wonderful attractive young man.

The eight ladies looked wide eyed as Lady Sidney got the show on the road so to speak. She was the one who suggested the plan and it was bahis siteleri she who should implement it and in no time at all she shared warm kisses with Robert who responded immediately with his hands enveloping her.

The ladies were relieved to see that when Lady Sidney removed his codpiece he was as much in need as were they. They were ardently focused on the movement there as Lady Sidney, still ardently kissing Robert teased him there, over the silken underwear making the bulge look absolutely beautiful and with lots of sighs they watched it swell until Lady Sidney helped it out with slender fingers teasing and squeezing.

Now it was instantly full and the erection complete as silently each woman focused on the breed.

Lady Sidney tied a ribbon around its broad circumference explaining that the climax could not be until each lady had had her pleasure and kneeling, prompting him to part his legs, she began to indulge in doing what they all had in mind, and watching her suck him like that the sighs and moans were in plenty, each eagerly awaiting turn.

They were saying to each other juts how beautiful it was, that it was as much as any of them could wish for.

It seemed as if Lady Sidney was teasing them taking her time to enjoy Robert and her concentration was deeply focused on the job in hand. She made good stead of his wonderfully hung eminence too prominently teasing each one with her sensitive finger tips.

She was simply besotted and the suck must have lasted well on five minutes upon which time, two of the ladies were succumbed to a high sexual tendency and their quinny’s wet with desire

Then, as if Lady Sidney had forgotten the presence of her eager gathering she let go the throbbing prominence with a final deep suction and out it came, ready for the next participant formerly arranged.

“That is so wonderfully soothing” she said as she assisted the next lady to kneel in readiness to take cock in mouth and thanked Robert for his indulgence and hoped he could last out.

He replied that it was his pleasure and he would be glad to service all the ladies if they wished.

The bahis şirketleri look on their faces said they would want everything. Each Lady indulged in the cock sucking experience – some were greedier than others and had to be urged to finish letting the next one enjoy.

Each had their own way of taking cock in mouth, the angle and the depth and the use of busy tongues, some taking advantage of his balls beneath, with arduous licking, sniffing and tasting.

Robert, the lucky guy he was, held head back and closed his eyes, but occasionally taking a peak at who was the lady sucking him now, bunching the head of each one in his hands their heads bobbed up and down with each deep suck.

The sounds and the joy was infectious as each lady, fulfilled and pleasured with the sensual feel and taste of this fine man looked forward to his penetration, still with the taste of him in their mouths.

They compared notes on how the experience was for each of them and the size of his cock and how wonderful and soothing an experience it was, something they hoped would be repeated again and again.

However Lady Sidney explained that as soon as she released the ribbon tie each lady would need to be ready because Robert could not hold back too long and if he came too early, he may go limp and then they would have to wait until next time.

They worked it out, each of them taking position on the edge of the bed appropriately located for Robert’s easy access. Some preferred it doggy fashion and too the position required.

Like clockwork, as soon as his tie was released, Lady Sidney took him first of course lamenting that she loved the feel of well sucked cock and that set the rest of the gathering eager for his fuck.

They soon got their wish and one by one, each lady was soundly fucked to the brim and the cry of absolute satisfaction was released.

The gathering was treated to Lady Sidney’s pleasure to finish him off with a real vibrant wank when they screamed seeing him cum like a volcano. And then to see Lady Sidney suck him off again was perfection.

Of course the gatherings became very popular and that was not the end of it.

King Henry heard of it and chose four of the ladies, the ones he liked most, to join him in his bedroom and the result was so good that he promoted the young Robert to chief Master of the horse.

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The Pool Game

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A grin tugs at my lips as I walk into the private pool room and you lock the door behind me. Finding a small table off to the side with drinks, a bucket of ice and my favorite fruit and dips, my pulse picks up slightly. Grabbing a pool cue off the wall I chalk it up, looking at you with a competitive look in my eye. You rack up the balls and I gesture for you to break. I hear the crack of the white ball hitting the others and a striped ball goes down. You hike an eyebrow at me.

“You pick.”

I kick off one of my shoes under the table. Walking over to the table, I grab a drink and take a sip. You drop another striped ball and glance over at me with a smile. I kick off my other shoe. Walking around the table, I run my hand down your back as you lean over to shoot. You miss. With a slight chuckle I look at the table. Bending over the table to line up my shot, I slide my left foot up the back of my right leg, and sink a solid. Still bending over I glance up at you.

“Well?”

You also kick off a boot. I line up the next shot and sink another. I hear your other boot hit the floor.

Smiling I walk around the table to look at the angles, brushing against you as I pass, feeling your hand linger on my ass as I pass. Bending to line up the next shot and just as I hit the cue ball, I feel you finger run up the back of my leg and under my skirt. I miss

“No fair,” I murmur.

You just laugh. Still chuckling, you bend to line up the shot and I walk around the table opposite you and take a sip of my drink, pulling out an ice cube and rolling it across my neck.

“Is it hot in here?”

You glance up as you take the shot to see a trickle of water rolling down my neck to disappear under my shirt, following it with your eyes. You take the shot without looking away from me and it still goes in. You laugh again as I groan.

“You are soooooo lucky,” I say grouchily, but with a smile.

“What’s next?”

Putting my left foot up against the table, which slides my skirt up over my thigh, I start to slip my hands over my thigh and catch my garter, pushing it over my thigh, down over my knee and calf. Putting my foot back on the floor, kicking it off onto the floor and bending over to pick it up and using the elastic, flinging it over to you across the table. You catch it with one hand and put it into your pant’s pocket.

“Thank you.”

You study the table intently, trying to line up your next shot, but the angles are all wrong. You take the easiest of the shots but miss. Walking over to stand beside you, I can feel your heat. My pulse increases again. Anticipation a heady feeling. Glancing at you as I study the table. Leaning over I line up my shot and just before I shoot, you lean over me, molding your hips to my ass, your chest against my back, licking the back of my neck and whispering “Don’t miss”. With a slight shiver, I take the shot and sink a solid.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see you smile. You stand and I turn around to watch as you take off a sock and throw it into the corner.

“Chicken,” I whisper, but you just laugh again. I walk around the table and lean to take another shot, landing another solid into the pocket. Standing straight I watch as you take off your other sock. Nodding, I study the table again, noting you walking over to the small table with the fruit on it. I was out of the corner of my eye as you pick up a piece of apple and dip it into the caramel, swirling it around and then lifting it to your mouth for a bite. Licking my lips, I look down at the table, and take the next shot. A solid firmly lands in the pocket.

I lean back against the wall and look at you, eyebrows raised. With a resigned shrug, you start to undo the buttons of your shirt. Walking towards me as you do. One by one the buttons open to reveal tanned golden flesh, rock hard muscles underneath. Standing in front of me, you shrug out of your shirt you let it drop to the floor. I reach out a hand and slowly slide it over your chest, loving the feel of it against my palm, pushing myself away from the wall and closer to you, planting a kiss in the middle of your chest, licking your nipple, sucking lightly, hearing your intake of breath. “Good boy,” I murmur against your skin, licking up your chest to your neck. canlı bahis I feel rather than hear the chuckle you give with my comment.

Dragging myself away, I bend over the table once again, but my hands are now trembling slightly and I miss the next shot. You look me up and down and walk around the table to see the angles once again. I walk over to the table with the drinks and fruit. Picking up a strawberry, I dip it into the chocolate dip, feeling your eyes on me. I put the strawberry up to my lips, closing my eyes, and start to suck off the chocolate, biting into the strawberry, moaning slightly as the taste floods my mouth. I hear the ball drop into the pocket. Turning my head, I look into your eyes and you just smile.

“Anything in particular?” I ask.

“Top,” you reply.

With my back to you, I undo the buttons of my shirt, you can hear the whisper of material but don’t ask me to turn around, knowing that the waiting builds the moment. I peek over my shoulder at you when I have all the buttons undone and shrug one shoulder, letting my shirt fall down my back slightly, giving you a peek of a red strap. You stand up a little straighter and I drop the shirt off my other shoulder, slowly sliding it down my back. Putting my hands behind my back and letting my shirt fall to the floor. Bending from the waist, I put my hand between my legs and pick the shirt up off the floor, hearing your gasp, sliding my hand up my leg as I straighten and fling my shirt into the corner of the room. Turning around to reveal a very small red satin and lace bra, I walk over towards you slowly, running my index finger over my chest, tracing the edges of my bra. I feel rather than hear your pulse quicken.

“Do you like it?” I question as I reach you and stand in front of you. You reach out a hand and slide it back and forth across my chest. I moan slightly as you reply.

“Very much.”

I glance at the table and gesture that it is still your shot.

I watch your hands tremble slightly as you line up the next shot and pocket the ball.

“Ohhh, yes” you say grinning.

I just look at you with a slight grin and wait for the call. You gesture to my skirt. Arching my back slightly, I reach behind me and pop the button on my skirt. You hear the zipper going down as I lower it. I can hear your breathing increase. Grabbing the hem with my hands I wiggle my hips to lower my skirt, you can hear it rasping against my skin as it lowers over my hips and thighs, revealing a red satin and lace thong. I let it drop to the floor and kick it out of the way.

Hearing your groan I look up at you and lean close, sliding myself against you, sliding my hand over the front of your pants, feeling your hard cock through the material.

“Still your turn,” I whisper against your skin as I kiss your neck, sliding my tongue over it and biting your earlobe.

I feel you hand slide around my waist and pull me closer, molding my body to yours, your hand slide down to cover a cheek of my ass and give it a squeeze, you reply “I know” with a knowing little grin. You walk around the table eyeing the angles and shots. Finally you bend to line up the shot and as you do, I cross my arms and lean on the pool table edge to watch you shoot. As you glance over at me, I stick my index finger into my mouth and suck lightly, then trail it down over my chin, slipping it over my neck and down under the lace of my bra, circling my nipple with my finger you watch as it hardens under my touch. You miss. I chuckle as you walk around the table towards me and slap me on the ass.

“Cheater,” you mumble as you walk by.

Laughing I line up the next shot and pocket a solid.

“Oh yeah,” I say while grinning at you.

“Drop ’em mister,” I say while gesturing to your pants.

You put your pool cue to lean against the table and pop open the button of your pants. You moan slightly as the zipper rasps against your cock, making it harder than it already was, pushing your pants down over your hips and letting them drop to the floor, you step aside and move them out of the way. Walking over to me and pushing me up against the wall slightly with your body, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, chest to chest, you lean over and kiss me, hard, passionately, deep, hot. When bahis siteleri we are both panting for air, you break away and look down at me.

“Still your shot,” you murmur against my skin as you slide your tongue over my neck and I moan with the pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, I look to the table again. Realizing you only have one more article of clothing and knowing I need this shot, I try to concentrate fully on what I’m doing. It is not easy when you are stalking me around the table with a grin on your face. Finally I turn around and with my hands on my hips say, “Stop that.” You just give me an innocent look, which doesn’t look the least bit innocent and laugh. I line up my next shot and miss.

Dropping my head onto the table, I groan. I hear you laugh again. Without even looking up I hear the next ball drop into the pocket. I groan again. I feel you walk up behind me. As I’m bent over the table, you fit your hips up against my ass, I can feel your hard cock pressing against me.

“Allow me,” you say as you kiss your way up my back.

Bracing myself against the table, wiggling my hips against you, feeling you get even harder, I feel you unclasp my bra, letting it drop away from my body, your hands sliding up over my back and around to my sides, brushing your thumbs across the sides of my breasts, but never touching them completely. Panting slightly now, pressing back against you, I try to move my hands but you place yours over them, stopping me. You continue to slide your hands up and down my back, around to my stomach. I can feel your thumbs slip across the underside of my breasts

“Please” I groan.

You reply, “Please what?”

You press your hips to my ass again, a moan escapes my lips, as I feel myself getting wet.

“Hhmmmm?” you murmur against my back as you kiss the back of my neck and shoulders, your hands still sliding against my skin but not where I want them to be.

Finally, as your hands slide up over my breasts and squeeze, your fingers circling my nipples, finding them hard.

“Is this what you wanted?”

My moan of pleasure is answer enough. You back away from me and look at the table.

Oh look, it’s still my shot.”

Still braced against the table, my knees threatening to buckle, I just peek up at you. You grin that incredibly sexy grin that always turns me on. You take the next shot and sink another stripe.

“Ohhhhh god” I moan.

You just chuckle as you walk up behind me.

“Looks like you only have one piece of clothing left.”

You slide your hand over my back again, down across my ass, tracing my thong. My hips lift involuntarily. You slide your hands around me and lift me up, turning me in your arms and setting me to sit on the edge of the table. My pulse starts to race, knowing what it going to happen, wanting it, needing it.

With one hand you push me back softly so I am lying on the table with my hips over the edge. You lean over me and we kiss, hot, wet, deep, my hands sliding over your shoulders, down your back, grasping your hips, I spread my legs and pull you close to me. Rubbing against your hard cock through the material of your shorts and my thong. You start to kiss your way down my body. Lips, chin, throat, upper chest, first one breast, sucking, nipping at the nipple as I arch my back trying to get closer to you, then the other, down over my stomach, nipping at the skin, I can feel myself trembling, the muscles in my stomach twitching. Lower, lower, and finally when I can stand no more anticipation, I feel your mouth trace the edge of my thong kissing lightly. I bite my lip, but a moan escapes anyway. I want to lift my hips but my awkward position on the table prevents it. You kneel and brace your hands on my knees. Sliding your palms over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I’m trembling all over now. A fine sheen of sweat covers my body. Every whisper of a touch is a caress. You spread my legs wider still. Tracing the edge of the thong with your finger, sliding it over the satin material. I moan slightly and you look up at me “You’re wet”, you say with feigned shock. I drop my head to the table and shudder.

“Let me take care of that for you.”

As you kiss your way up from my knee to the inside of my thigh, bahis şirketleri I try to speak but can only moan. You reach your hands up under my ass and lift me slightly as you start to peel away my thong. I can feel the shiny material sliding across my skin, my hands clench into fists at my sides. I try to sit up, but you put a restraining hand on my stomach and tell me to relax. A shudder ripples through me again. You nip at the soft skin of my thighs, feeling my muscles jump under your mouth as you work your way up. I open my mouth to beg you, just as you cover me with your mouth. I cry out your name, arching my back, silently begging for more. Using your tongue and lips, you lick, suck, nip at my, making me wetter, hotter, needier.

“Please, pleaseeeeeee,” I gasp out, knowing you know what I want, what I need. I feel your tongue slide deep inside me and I try to push closer, but my position on the table prevents it. Panting heavily now, I feel a drop of sweat trickle down my forehead. My muscles tense and as you feel me edging closer to a climax, you stop and lean back.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooo,” I moan.

You lean over me, sliding yourself against me, your cock straining against your shorts, kiss my stomach, my breasts, my collarbone, my neck and as you kiss my cheek, whisper in my ear.

We’re not done the game yet.”

Still panting, you help me sit up. I give you a look that promises retribution.

As you bend to line up your next shot, you hear me behind you, a whisper of sound. You turn your head around and look at me. I slide my hand down over my stomach and lower. I can see your eyes following my hand. My other hand comes up and cups my breast, circling my thumb around the hard nipple. My hand dips lower and with two fingers I brush against myself. I watch your eyes as I slip my hand even lower, inserting a finger into my hot, wet pussy, rubbing, in, out. I can see your breath coming in gasps now. Your knuckles turn white with your grip on the pool cue. Removing my finger, I turn and dip it into the chocolate and stick it in my mouth. Sucking it clean, my eyes sliding closed. I hear the clatter of the pool stick as you throw it against the table, balls clicking together as the stick hits them and they scatter. And in almost the same instant, I hear you growl low in your throat, pick me up and toss me onto the top of the table. I squeal in surprise. You drop over me, and I press up into your weight. With a twist of my hips I flip you over onto your back, straddling your hips. With a smile of pure devil, I look down at you.

“You’re in big trouble now.”

You just smile and answer “Yes, please!”

Laughing I scoot down your body and over your thighs, I tug your shorts down and you lift your hips giving me better access. I stand up and tug them off your legs and toss them over the side of the table. Kneeling over you once again, I drop to my hands framing either side of your face. Wiggling my hips against your hard cock, I brush against you. As I lean down for a kiss, I push my hips back, taking just your head inside me. Rocking back and forth slightly, pushing my hips down. Forward and pushing back harder, taking you deeper. Slowly inch by inch, you slide into my wet pussy. Forward, back hard, forward, back harder, deeper. And with one final push back, burying you all the way inside me. Looking deep into your eyes, feeling your hands slide over my thighs and onto my hips, you press up inside me. Slipping my palms over your chest I lean down and suck your nipple into my mouth, rocking my hips back and forth. Creating a slow rhythm to start, your hands tightening on my hips, I continue to slide back and forth. Increasing the tempo slightly, both of us panting, gasping for air, sweat covering our bodies, muscles clenching, anticipation building.

I sit up straight, slide my hands back and over your thighs, my hands grasping your thighs, sliding up and slamming my hips down onto yours. Faster, harder, deeper. You move one hand around over my hip as you slide in and out of me, my head thrown back, back arched, you reach out one hand and press your thumb against my clit. In a burst of dazzling colour I explode, crying out your name, cumming hard, wave after wave crashing over me, muscles pulling you even deeper. As you feel my orgasm sweep through me, you thrust up one last time and cum deep into me, groaning. Collapsing onto your chest, ripples still pouring over me, I look at your face and smile, and with a kiss I whisper “I win.”

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The Purple Bowtie

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Kara Atkinson wasn’t sure if her vision was blurry from tears or the rain on the windshield. She flipped the windshield wipers on and found her sight still watery. She brushed her hand across her eyes and sniffed loudly. Better, she thought to herself. Damn that Troy. How could he do this to her?

Kara and her long term boyfriend were at a wedding just a couple of hours earlier. Everything had been a blast up until the point she looked around and couldn’t find Troy. She threaded through the crowd looking for the ridiculous purple bow tie he’d insisted on wearing. After a little while she gave up thinking he must be in the bathroom, puking most likely, given how much he’d had from the complimentary bar. She headed for the ladies room. She was immediately greeted by the sounds of a couple in the throes of passion. She smiled inwardly, what was it about weddings that made people horny? She herself was wishing she had found Troy so they could sneak a quickie in one of the many unoccupied rooms. Then something caught her eye. The purple bowtie. It was on the floor by the man’s feet under the stall door. She felt the smile slip from her face and her knees go weak. Her mind raced, trying to come up with some other reason the tie might be there. Perhaps the man in the stall had one too. But she knew that was impossible. She cleared her throat. As she was about to make herself known, the woman in the stall groaned.

“Oh Troy!!” From the sound of her voice she was about to come. “Oh Troy!!!”

Now she knew. It was definitely her boyfriend in there. And what’s worse she recognized the female voice too. It was the bride!! She had stormed out of the bathroom as the tears began to fall and out into the night. Just hopped in the car and left. No plan. Just needed to get away.

Damn, she swore inwardly again. She began to survey her options for places to go. She couldn’t go home, Troy would be there, wondering where she disappeared to. Her parents were on a cruise in Bermuda, she could crash at their house, but she had no key. All of her friends were still at the wedding. She decided to head to the next big city and get a hotel room there, at least for tonight. She would order room service and raid the honor bar and try and soothe her scoured heart. Good, she thought, I have a plan for now anyway. She would deal with the full consequences tomorrow.

The rain began to let up a little and the highway opened up into farm country. There was nothing but her and the road and the rain. And a few cows for good measure. Kara turned up the radio and began to softly sing along. The idea of being pampered in a hotel was already warming her soul. Then she spotted a stranded motorist.

The marooned driver was a man around her age, in an Armani suit which the rain was currently destroying while he wrestled the flat tire on his BMW. He had dark hair and his mouth was set in a firm line. Her first thought was to keep on going. It was no longer safe to stop and help people. To much of a possibility that this well dressed man was really a lunatic lying in wait for a kind hearted Samaritan. Just because he had an expensive car and a nice suit doesn’t preclude the possibility of a maniac, she thought to herself. You would never stop if it was a bearded man in dirty army fatigues trying to jump start a Pinto. At the same time she couldn’t see the handsome man in the dark suit hurting her. Some inward instinct. She put on her blinker and pulled to the side of the road in front of the BMW. She rummaged around in her car for her umbrella and a flashlight. And her mace, just in case.

She climbed out of the car, put the umbrella up and walked toward the man. He was even more handsome up close. Dark eyes and strong jaw. Expensive haircut. And he had removed his suit jacket, the white shirt getting soaked and clinging to his skin. Highlighting his muscle definition. A sleek athlete’s body under all that banker gear. Kara was hit with an image of this man, holding her close, whispering hotly into her ear. It was so sudden and powerful she stumbled a bit.

“Uh…hello…” She said tentatively. He looked up from the jack. And broke into a brilliant smile, straight white teeth. “I was wondering if you needed to use a cell phone to call a tow, or a friend?”

“Wow, I didn’t think people stopped any more.” He said. “I would really appreciate that. I have a cell phone but I can never remember to plug the damn thing in so the batteries are always dead when I really need it.”

“Well, you can use mine if you want.” She rummaged around in her purse, and suddenly she remembered. The cell phone was on the kitchen table in her apartment, she hadn’t seen any need to take it to the wedding. “Oh no….I forgot it at home. Shit!” She looked up at him apologetically. He was still smiling.

“That’s okay, I’ll just change the tire myself. Thank you anyway. I appreciate the thought. Not many people have gone by and no one has stopped but you. I’ll get along fine.” He held out his hand to her. “I’m güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Jeff Andreson.”

“Kara Atkinson.” She took his hand and despite the cold rain found it was warm. A crazy thought crossed her mind. No, she thought to herself. You can’t do that. Stopping to let him use your cell is one thing, but letting him into your car for miles of desolate highway was another. But found herself disregarding her internal warnings. “You know, I could give you a ride somewhere to use a phone, you’re going to catch pneumonia out here.” She looked at her shoes, suddenly shy. “And you’re ruining your beautiful suit.” She smiled at him hesitantly.

“Oh I couldn’t impose on you like that.” He said. “Besides, don’t you know you aren’t supposed to pick up strange men on the side of the highway?” He was smiling as he said it though, shaking an index finger at her in mock rebuke.

“It’s not an imposition at all, and I think if you were going to hurt me you could have easily done it by now, not a single car has passed since I stopped.” She said.

“If you’re sure about it, I’d be glad to take you up on the offer. I’m getting pretty cold and the lug nuts on that tire are so tight I don’t think Hulk Hogan could get them off.” He held back still though, “Are you sure this isn’t a problem?”

“It’s not a problem. Come on, let’s get out of this rain.” She turned on her heel and started toward her car. He grabbed his suit jacket and his briefcase and followed.

In the car, she put the umbrella in the backseat and reached into her open gym bag and retrieved a clean towel. As he got in the car she handed it to him. He smiled and thanked her and began to dry his hair and blot at his soaked shirt. She checked the gym bag and found an old baggy Princeton tee-shirt she wore over her gym clothes when she was going or leaving the club.

“Here, you’re welcome to put this on. I know it isn’t quite Armani but at least it’s dry.” He took the shirt from her. “There’s not much I can do about your pants though, unless you want to wear my gym shorts.” He laughed and she noticed his dimples and the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled a little bit at the corners.

“Thank you, you’ve gone far above the call of duty.” He changed his shirt. Kara couldn’t help but admire his sculpted physique as he pulled the tee shirt over his head. She scanned his left hand for a ring, or the impression of a ring. His ring finger was naked.

They talked as the miles rolled by. She learned he was a lawyer for a film company. He negotiated contracts between the studio and it’s actors. That he was on his was to a meeting in the city in the morning. The way he’d panicked when the tire blew out. How he wished he had paid more attention in auto shop. He told her how he used to be a criminal defense lawyer but had to get out that business because he couldn’t defend the guilty anymore. She found herself telling him about Troy and the events that had transpired that evening. Telling him about the way she’d run out of the reception with no plans. She asked him if he could suggest a good hotel.

“Well, I don’t know much about the city, but the hotel the studio has me set up in while I’m here is supposed to be pretty nice, you could ask them for suggestions about other hotels in the area.” He said.

When they reached the city, she drove to the hotel. It really was a opulent hotel. A valet in a red jacket appeared at her window. She handed him the keys, then a porter came and asked for her bags. She zipped up her gym bag, and handed it to him. Thank goodness it was brand new and could pass for luggage. She figured this hotel was as good as the next one and she was getting tired. Besides, Jeff was staying here and she hoped to enjoy more of his company. Jeff handed the porter his briefcase and they walked into the lobby together. Immediately a bird like man with a wispy mustache rushed up to Jeff.

“Mr. Andreson!” He crowed. “We were beginning to get worried. The studio has called for you several times!!” He eyed the tee shirt Jeff was wearing. And then his eyes scanned Kara. She was glad she was still dressed somewhat formally. A long spaghetti strapped black dress and high heels. Although most of her make-up was gone due to crying.

“Calm down Perkins!” Jeff said, his mouth puckered, Kara could tell he didn’t like this man. “First of all, I need a tow for my car. It’s stranded with a flat tire about on Rt. 25 about 100 miles back. Be sure to retrieve my luggage from the trunk. Secondly, I need my suit cleaned.” He handed Perkins the limp, damp, wrinkled dress shirt and the rain spotted coat. “I’ll call the studio as soon as I get a chance to shower.” He turned back toward Kara. “Will you join me for dinner in the dining room this evening? It’s the least I can do for you after you were so kind to help me.” He smiled and those dimples appeared again.

“Sure, I’d love to. What time?”

“About 9?”

“Sounds lovely.” She said.

Kara had about güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri three hours before dinner was scheduled and she began to worry about what she would wear and how she could freshen up. She didn’t have any changes of clothes or make up. Not even a hairbrush. She looked through her little clutch handbag and didn’t come up with even a tube of lip gloss. She did however find something better. Troy’s wallet. He had given it to her to keep in her purse because it kept falling out of the shallow tuxedo pants pockets when he danced. She opened it up. About fifty in cash and his credit cards. Did she dare? Troy was such a cheapskate. He never ever tipped more than ten percent. Bitched at her if she didn’t buy shoes on sale. She had even found out from one of his friends (when his friend was well and truly intoxicated) that her Valentine’s Day bouquet came from someone’s gravestone. She cursed herself for staying with him so long. Well, Fuck Troy, she thought. She strode up the counter and inquired about a room, Troy’s MasterCard in hand. Upon paying for her suite she learned that she also had access to the hotel’s spa. She found her suite to be absolutely beautiful. Gold brocade wallpaper, a deep sunken tub in the bathroom. There was a sitting room with French doors that lead into the bedroom. A large canopied four poster bed dominated the room. Sheer draperies hung on the bed and the comforter and sheets were deep red satin. She had a drink from the mini bar and headed down to the spa.

At the spa, a woman with a gentle voice listed the available services here at the spa. Kara opted for the 30 minute full body massage, leg and bikini wax, a facial and body wrap. She allowed herself to pampered, massaged, exfoliated and waxed. During which time she found out the hotel also had a clothing boutique. So as she sat wrapped in South Asian Aloe Leaves and Malaysian moisture rich mud she was shown dressed and shoes. She decided on an emerald green dress that fell just above her knees. It was a halter dress and was backless. It hugged her curves and brought out the green in her turquoise eyes. She bought thigh high stockings since the ones she had been wearing had a run and a pair of 6 inch high heels in a dark green with ribbons that laced up her calves. After she was dressed, a make-up artist and a stylist came and did her hair and make up, while she was treated to a manicure and a pedicure. She went up to her room and put on the long black lace jacket she’d worn to wedding. She looked at the clock. 8:45pm, showtime.

As she entered the dining room, the maitré’d showed her to a table.

“Mr. Andreson said he will be down shortly, mademoiselle.” He said. And left her with a courtly bow and a delicate flute of white wine.

Soon Jeff joined her. He kissed her hand, making her shiver, and complimented her dress. They talked throughout dinner about various things. Everything from the Sainthood of Mother Theresa to the legalization of marijuana. And dinner was amazing. A grilled swordfish fillet with a white wine sauce and capers. A rich espresso cake for dessert and a snifter of brandy to top off the meal. She found herself doing the unthinkable. Inviting up to her room for a nightcap. Kara had never really been into casual sex. She liked to know her partners, too many unseen dangers in the world of discreet one-time encounters. But then again, she thought she knew Troy. And he had betrayed her. So far Jeff was twice the gentleman Troy had ever been. What the hell? Tomorrow she’d be back to her normal life, tonight was a treat for her and she was damn well going to enjoy it.

She and Jeff rode the elevator up to her room. She invited him to sit, make himself at home. She went to the bathroom to check her hair and make-up. When she got back there were two glasses of champagne and the bottle was resting in a bucket of ice.

“I had them send this up before we left the dining room. I hope you don’t mind.” He looked into her eyes. He was looking at her in a way that made her stomach tremble.

“No, not at all, it’s lovely.” She sat on the sofa beside him. “It’s too mach though really, dinner and your company was more than enough compensation for me.” She smiled at him.

“Well it’s not every day that a beautiful, well read, articulate, intelligent woman saves me from pneumonia. And I also enjoy your company.” At this point he took her hand. “I like you a lot Kara.”

“I like you a lot too Jeff.” She leaned over and kissed his mouth softly, knowing he was too much of a gentleman to initiate things. After a moment he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.

“Kara, I just want to make a few things known.” Apprehension tightened her abdomen, and she pulled her hand back. “It’s not something too bad, but I like to be up front. The first thing is that the studio I work for?” She nodded. “It’s an adult entertainment company. They make porn films. I really am a lawyer, but some women can’t handle the fact that I have güvenilir bahis şirketleri business meetings with large busted women name Lorna Loveglobes.” He smiled a little bit, but then his face returned to a solemn expression. “And the second thing, which relates to first is that I don’t like one-night stands. I’m very interested in you, but I need to know if this is just a rebound thing or if you are interested in me too. I don’t want to never see you again after I walk out of this room. What’s your take on this?

During this time, Kara was subconsciously falling in love. Here was a handsome, funny well dressed, intelligent man telling her that nonchalant, anonymous encounters didn’t hold an attraction for him. She took his hand.

“Jeff, there is nothing more in the world I’d like to do than to get to know you better and pursue a relationship with you. You are one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met and I can definitely handle you having a business meeting with a porn star. That’s what you do.” She smiled at him and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

There he sat her on the end of the bed and knelt on front of her. He began to undo the ribbons that were curled around her calves. He slipped one shoe off, and the next. His finger tips lightly caressed her legs and the soles of her feet. He slipped the lace jacket off her shoulders and tossed it to a nearby chair, exposing her soft shoulders to him. Then he took her hand and kissed the palm, and then the wrist and continued kissing up her arm to her shoulders and then her neck. And then his mouth found hers and they kissed deeply, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She reached up and pushed his suit jacket off and loosened his tie. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it off his shoulders and did what she had wanted to do since she saw him shirtless in the car. She ran her hands along the taut flesh, caressing his chest, playing with the tuft of hair below his belly button, thumbing one of his small dark nipples. He sighed into her mouth. She could feel his cock growing against her leg. His hand traveled down the front of her body until he was cupping her breast in his hand. He caressed the underside with his finger tips and thumbed her nipple, which grew hard with his touch. He bent his head to nuzzle in between her breasts before kissing her nipples through her dress. Kara hands still roamed his chest and she began to stroke his thigh and just lightly brush her hand over his swelling member. He moaned a little bit and pushed her gently so she lay back on the bed. She could feel the satin comforter against her bare back as he slid down her body, giving her nipple another brush before kneeling in front of her. He glided his hands up her stockings and under her skirt. Pushing the dress all the way up her head. She lay before him in her panties, her stockings, and her garter belt.

“You have a beautiful body Kara.” He murmured as he surveyed her body in the light spilling from the French doors.

“Thank you, you’re marvelous yourself.” She said with a gasp as he bent over and took one of her now bared nipples into his mouth. Gently closing his lips around it, rolling his tongue around it, biting it a little. She felt her already wet pussy swell and he continued to the other nipple. She had never been so aroused in her life. She felt a wonderful world of possibilities open up to her. A world of passionate love, a world without ever having to worry about jerks like Troy ever again. She brought his mouth to hers again and kissed him with her tongue. She lightly sucked on his bottom lip and drew his tongue into her mouth, delicately sucking on it. He moaned again and lay down on the bed beside her. She turned so she was facing him and began to stroke him through his pants. His dick was large, and it quivered under her hand as she stroked it. She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. His penis was fully erect and she felt another drip of her own juices begin to trickle down her leg. Then she straddled him and began to kiss his ears, and his neck, moving down his chest. When she reached his cock she softly brushed the soft skin of the head with her lips. Kissed down the shaft and began to lick his balls slowly, running her tongue underneath and caressing that special spot behind them. She worked her way up again and began to lick the length of the shaft, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge around the head. Jeff began to moan softly in time with the strokes of her tongue.

She took the head into her mouth and played with it, then she plunged her hot mouth over his entire length. And began to suck gently. She moved up and down with her lips and his hand twined in her hair. He tugged gently on her hair until she looked up at him. He sat up and guided her body until her dripping slit was directly over his waiting mouth. As she continued to suck him into her mouth he began to tease her clit with his tongue, and then he ran it down, between her engorged lips and began to move it in and out of her. She moaned around his cock and he began to push against her pussy with his face harder, his tongue moving faster and his finger on her clit. She began to rock backwards and moan more distinctly as his pace picked up. His hands moved to cup her breasts and she felt herself arching towards orgasm.

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The Play

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Last night of the show, final pack down, flowers and champagne on stage, everyone emotionally shattered. It was a great run and playing to a packed house each night was amazing. Tiring, but amazing. The girls had been fantastic and we couldn’t have picked a better, more cohesive, enthusiastic and social group, especially considering our ages.

Jeff was 42 and I took the role of elder statesman at 46. We’d known each other for years and spent a lot of time acting in each other’s plays. Slowly and surely they’d received more critical acclaim and the desire to be part of our productions, especially the collaborations, had grown and grown. When the opportunity for young, talented actresses to audition for a play set in the highlands of Scotland we were inundated with beautiful young Scots with soft, sensual accents. Many turned up baring as much as they dare in the hope that we weren’t as professional as you might hope and would employ them to get a cheap screw.

It was tempting, but for me at least those girls’ images went in the bank and those lonely evenings after the auditions were filled with dreams of young girls and old man’s fantasies.

Spirits had been high on stage as the girls, all 8 of them, had brought the show to a close. Brea had grasped Jeff as the final curtain call was taken, pulled him close, gave in an intense kiss and shouted

“The producer”

Rapturous applause.

I’d looked across at Isobel who raised her eyebrows theatrically at Brea and winked at me. Isobel was pretty, deep red-haired and always wore a mischievous smile. The nicest girl you could possibly meet, she was resolutely happy with her size 12 figure, a confident tease, and the owner of the most amazing shapely bust.

Isobel’s role in the play meant she’d had to dress in a loose fitting strappy top, with no bra. She’d worn denim hot pants to boot and her perfect figure had given me too much to think about on too many occasions over the past bahis firmaları 8 weeks.

She was often the last to be dressed and out, not because she was slow but because she was always sorting everyone else out, heling with their hair, finding their lost phones, knickers and makeup and generally being the mum of the group despite her young age of 23. I had often spent time chatting to her at the door to the dressing room as she pulled on her jeans or gathered the last of her bits to take home and more than a few times we’d whiled away the hours in the bar.

But tonight was the last night. It was unlikely I’d see her any time soon and I was going to miss her company. She was being slower than ever tonight, having taken photos of the girls for each other, made sure everyone had all of their stuff and that hers, at least, was in a pile ready to bag up.

The corridor was empty and everyone else was already out on the town. They’d text Isobel to let her know where to head when she finally emerged so I knew they wouldn’t be on their way back. I entered the room, still chatting to her. Close by now she bent over to lace her long leather boots. I was fixated by the site of her shapely ass sticking up in my direction. I moved closer. It seemed as if she was poised, waiting for my touch for what seemed like hours.

I lightly connected with the waistband of her denim shorts and traced a line around to the soft but jagged protrusion of her hip. She didn’t move. A second hand etching its way towards her left side and as I made contact I realised she had all but stopped lacing her extraordinarily high-heeled boots. With the smallest of movements I felt her soft ass push against my crotch and I edged almost imperceptibly closer, aware of the gently hardening rod inside my pants.

With the faintest of quivers she shook the loose top from the friction holding it to her body for gravity to reveal the pale, freckled expanse of her back. Still caught kaçak iddaa against the mass of her invitingly copious bosom I traced a line up her spine, breaking away to gently release the fabric of her top and allow the enormous bulbs of swaying flesh to hang clear of her pert belly.

Softly forcing my hands in under the remaining fabric I lifted it over her head to allow it to fall to the floor. She stood, now taller than usual in her heels, and slid her back against my chest feeling behind her for the thick rod now clearly evident below my waist. Expertly she undid the clasp of my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them away whilst keeping this beautiful young Scottish girl’s trembling flesh as close to as I possibly could. Spreading my hands out over her abdomen and slowly allowing them to glide up to the overhang of her gently swaying breasts I cupped them in my hands and pulled her closer. The overflowing flesh worked its sensual way between my fingers and I squeezed tighter as I felt her hardening nipples and huge puffy areolae against my palms.

The sound of her moaning at the mercy of my touch sent me into overdrive. I ripped away my shirt and forced her shorts down to find she had spent all evening without underwear. My hands mapped a smooth line up her white thighs to moist conjugation at their peak. My finger broke her heated seal and she moaned as I slid one, then two and three fingers a small length inside of the pulsating folds of her tender pussy.

She struggled to stand as her legs pleaded with her to be allowed to give way and as she won the battle of wills she bent at the hips to offer me her soaking vagina. I poised my cock hungrily between her legs and inching closer and closer to the desire of my sexual intent I slid between her warm, well lubricated legs. Bending further over, allowing her enormous breasts to swing clear of her body she opened her legs and her body embraced my waiting cock.

Grasping kaçak bahis at her flesh I pulled her closer, pushing deeper and deeper inside her and working my throbbing member hard into her sweet, young body. Harder and harder I thrust into her as she dragged my hands from her hips to her belly to her pendulous tits. A shudder ran deep through her body as I grasped at the swaying mounds of flesh and pushing deeper I pinched at the thick nipples perched atop her incredible assets. She tensed, her whole body electrified by the sensation, connected from breast to intruding bone. She moaned deep and hard as she ground her pussy hard into my crotch before shaking violently, screaming in ecstasy as my 10 inch rod speared her most intimate parts. Pain and pleasure mixed in unison to lead her to tense her whole body. The waves of pressure rode down my shaft and the feeling exploded into my balls as I burst firing thick creamy pools of cum deep into her so hard I was surprised she could still stand.

Her sexual allure caused an almost unimaginable climactic force inside of me and I pump her full of every last droplet of seamen inside of me. Loose from the onslaught of my passionate lust her body became limp and I slid from the folds of her aching pussy letting a trickle of our intertwined juices to make its way gently down the insides of her legs. She allowed the flow to continue to her boots knowing that she would soon be in the club with the sticky feel of the night’s action against her leg. She gave a dirty wink to me before dropping to her knees and lapping at my half-limp member to clean me of any intimate juices and, sucking one ball into her mouth, then the other she fed on every available part of me.

With a long, drawn out final lick of the length of my flaccid cock she sat back on the old carpet. A small trickle of juices pooled on the floor between her legs as she sensually ran her fingers up over her belly to cup her massive, fleshy tits. Her dark nipples poked out through her fingers and her palms barely covered her areola. She closed her eyes and smiled.

“Take it in. I want you to remember this and know that you’ll never cast anyone like me again” she said.

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The Preacher’s Son Ch.05

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*Oghma here. I do apologize that this one took so long, but I think you all understand why my schedule would be thrown out of whack. But here we are, Chapter 5. I’ll do my best to try and get these out more regularly under the circumstances. I don’t usually do this, but I have to warn you all that this story has gotten even darker. Maybe it’s my mood, but this just felt like the best way to progress it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I’ll see you next time. *

**Disclaimer: Excessive sizes, unrealistic anatomy, and some dark subject matter ahead. All persons depicted within are of 18 years or older**

Matthew took a big bite off his fork, and almost immediately regretted it. The pasta was all soggy and overcooked, just a hair away from being mush. Despite this, he could still somehow tell that the noodles were of low quality, like something one got out of a bottom shelf discount bag. The cheese sauce just tasted of frugality, it was the cheaply made processed sauce one would usually make with a powder and some butter, not the freshly made one he knew too well from back home. In some attempt to spice it up, it was dusted with breadcrumbs, which only gave it an additional texture of dirt and grit blended into the mix. To make matters worse, it had clearly been cooked some time ago and reheated, further cooking out what little flavor it still had. Without a doubt, this was the worst macaroni and cheese he had ever tasted. But alas, he really didn’t have any better options right now, and did his best to choke it down. He’d picked it out of today’s entrees for whatever reason, probably in some attempt to remind himself of home. But all it really did was make him even more homesick. Right now, he missed his mother’s buffalo chicken mac A lacey red full-cup bra with just enough lift to show off her ample cleavage while still demonstrating their impressive weight, with a matching pair of thong panties so sheer he could see the cleft of her pussy underneath. Glossy lipstick, the exact same shade as her underwear, adorned her plump lips, practically begging him to kiss them. At the moment, she looked positively radiant, like some sort of angel of fertility and eroticism.

“Himawari!” he exclaimed, rushing over to the bed. “I thought I’d lost you! I was worried I’d never see you again- “

“Shhh” she whispered, placing a finger to her pouty dick suckers. “It’s okay Matthew… we’re back together now. Just you and me…” Automatically, he climbed onto the bed after her, only now did he realize he was completely undressed. He probably would have found it unusual if he wasn’t so turned on at the moment. “Now come here…” she continued, drawing him into an embrace, their faces now mere millimeters away from each other. “I want you…now!” With that, she kissed him aggressively. Matthew matched her kisses eagerly, their tongues danced erotically once again.

Matthew’s arms reached outward and gripped Himawari’s expansive backside, kneading and fondling the soft flesh lewdly. After a few moments of this, his fingers made their way to the sides of her panties. With deft finesse, he gripped them and pulled them down. Although he wanted to give the kiss the attention it deserved, Matthew couldn’t help but look down at her beautiful pussy cleft. Although he’d seen it quite a few times before, somehow right now it just looked so lovely and tantalizing… like an oasis in a desert almost. And given how wet she obviously was, that metaphor wasn’t entirely an exaggeration; Pussy juices drenched her so thoroughly it shimmered in the dim light, practically begging for him to lap them all up. With all hesitation gone, Matthew broke off the kiss and made his way downward between her exceptionally thicc thighs. Just as he was about to dive right in, he heard a voice ring through the air. “Don’t…” Himawari said softly and pleadingly, causing Matthew to look upwards in surprise.

“Huh?”

“There’s no need to get me warmed-up Matthew…” she soothed, reaching around to unhook her bra. “I’m all wet and ready for you. I know you missed me so much, just as I missed you. Right now, you want nothing more than to mount me like the stud you are…” she continued as she removed the bra, letting her tremendous bahis firmaları globes bounce free in the open air. The erotic sight briefly distracted Matthew, his gaze focused on her hard, deep brown nipples and soft jiggly flesh. They seemed even bigger than he remembered them, more…maternal if that made any sense. She was right of course, Himawari was always good at reading him. “I want you to breed me again Matthew.” That shook him out of his trance. Matthew’s mouth and eyes simultaneously opened in shock.

“W-what?” he gasped.

“I said… I want you to breed me again.” She repeated, her tone soothing and sensual. “I want you to take me, to fuck me hard and fast over and over again, to cum right inside my womb, to drown my ovaries in your load so that there’s no doubt I won’t get pregnant… Come on…knock me up!” Matthew hesitated for a few seconds. Sure, he’d gotten her pregnant already, but that was by accident! But was it really so bad? Himawari wasn’t just his first and only, she was the most wonderful and caring person he had ever known, the one who soothed his nerves and talked him through his doubts…and she was the woman he loved. Why wouldn’t he want to raise a big happy family with her? He then looked back up at her. The moment their eyes met again all hesitation was cast out of his mind.

“Himawari…” was the only word he could say as he made his way back upward, his engorged cock in hand. Following his lead, Himawari lay back on the bed and parted her legs, presenting herself as best she could. Carefully yet eagerly, Matthew aimed the tip of his cock at her most opening and pressed forward. As always, her pussy put up a little bit of resistance. His tip mashed against her hole almost painfully, smearing his ample pre-cum around. But eventually, he found just the right amount of give and slid himself inside. Both of them let out a gasp of pleasure. Matthew had almost forgotten how tight, hot and wet she was. Her pussy coiled around him exquisitely, gripping him in its soft embrace. While there was still resistance, he could tell how eager she was to have him deeper inside her, and Matthew wasn’t one to deny a lady what she wanted.

“Yes…yes…yessss…” Himawari moaned erotically, clutching at Matthew’s back as if she didn’t want to let him go. Back and forth he pistoned, creating a lewd melody of wet smacks generated from their coupling. Matthew meanwhile was grunting and gasping like an animal lost in rut. If they weren’t smushed into the bedding, Himawari’s cheeks would be clapping in unison. Still, it wasn’t like he really cared what kind of noise they were making right now. “Come on…harder…faster…breed me!” Himawari pleaded. Something about those last words just resonated with Matthew in a way he never thought possible, urging him on to fulfill that most basic and essential of purposes. Somehow, despite his current mental state being clouded by pleasure, his mind found itself drifting back to what Himawari had sent to him when they first met; “any God that made us would want us to follow our urges, to freely enjoy each other in the most primal and intimate way. Just as birds must fly and fish must swim, so should Breeders breed.” The words rang clearly in his head, if he wasn’t so distracted at the moment, he might have wondered why it almost felt like he was actually hearing them. She was just as right now as she was back then. How could this be anything but his ingrained purpose?

“Take it!” he growled, his hips now moving at a frenzied speed. Dirty talk really wasn’t a strength of his yet. Well, it seemed he would now be able to work on it again. Juices flowed rapidly from their joined nethers, splattering the both of them in a cocktail of sexual fluids. Himawari was spasming and warbling like crazy, her voice constantly escalating towards the screams she was prone to when she reached her peak. Through the corner of his eye, Matthew noticed that Himawari was gripping the sheets as if her life depended on it. She must be cumming like crazy right now, somehow that extra knowledge managed to draw out his more primal urges. With another loud growl, Matthew clutched her wide hips and drove forward hard. The only thing that halted his advance kaçak iddaa was the barrier of her cervix, somehow still not ready for him as it was closed shut. Pistoning back and forth, Matthew clenched his teeth so hard he worried they might shatter. The frustration was seriously building up inside him, as he was so close to what he desired more than anything in the world right now. Every time he “kissed” her cervix it only served to rile him up even further.

“YESSSS!! FUCK MY PUSSY!” Himawari’s moans had escalated to full on screams. “DEEPER!!” she pleaded, as if it wasn’t obvious that Matthew was trying as hard as he could. Again and again he kept prodding at her barrier. Little by little it dilated and opened up, slowly making itself ready for him. Finally, he felt that last bit of give and with a load roar pushed as hard as he could into her. What little resistance remained proved no match for Matthew, and the last of his cock finally sank inside Himawari completely, filling her all the way to her otherwise empty womb. “AH!” Himawari gasped, her eyes and mouth were open wide in an expression of shock, indicating that her repeated climaxes had now gone to a mind-shattering level. Out of a desire to spare her sanity and relish the sensation of being hilted, Matthew held his position for a minute or two. Precum splattered the inside, coating the inner walls and pooling on the bottom. Matthew idly wondered if that would be enough to get her pregnant. But whether or not that would happen, he decided that he had given her enough of a breather, there was no way he was about to leave it up to chance.

“AH! AH! AHHHHH!!” Himawari’s screams echoed through the bedroom at a deafening volume. But Matthew was far too gone to care. His hips were now a blur, smacking back and forth at a pace that rivaled his best sprinting speed, while his massive balls swung forward to spank her equally massive ass. Somehow, he didn’t feel a thing in this rush, his sense of pain dulled in order to focus on more important tasks like seeding her. “BREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she hollered, her pleas rapidly devolving into mindless babbling. Not that Matthew needed her to tell him to do that. Before too long, he felt the now familiar churning in his balls, and knew he would be cumming soon, and there was only one place where he could.

“I’m…CUMMING!” he yelled, hilting himself one last time before firing off. Shot after shot of pearly white jizz filled Himawari’s womb, quickly bloating it and inflating her belly. She let out a long, satisfied sigh as he seeded her, clutching to him as best she could to ensure he succeeded at his primal task. His orgasm lasted quite a long time before it finally subsided, the fatigue suddenly hitting Matthew and causing him to collapse onto Himawari. For a good long while, they just lay there breathing heavily. Eventually, after catching their breath, the two lovers drew their faces close and began to kiss sweetly and tenderly. “I love you…” Matthew whispered to her between kisses. It was quite a while before Himawari broke off from him with one last peck.

“Didn’t that feel good Matthew?” she purred, flashing him a warm and reassuring smile.

“Yeah…!” he replied with a dazed, dopy smile of his own.

“Do you see how much better it feels when you follow your nature rather than deny it?” she continued. “Isn’t it so much better when we’re honest with ourselves?”

“Yeah…yeah I guess so?” Matthew replied, his mood changing quickly to confusion. Something was off about Himawari’s speech here, it wasn’t quite like the way she usually talked.

“It can be like this all the time… if you only desire it.” She said, looking directly at him. Her expression had suddenly changed, it was now solemn and serious.

“What do you mean? Of course I- “it then dawned on Matthew. “Wait, no!” he exclaimed in denial, reaching towards her as she seemed to rush further and further away from him somehow. “Himawari!! Don’t leave me!” was all he managed to say before the dream ended in a flash and he bolted upright. He spent a few moments gathering his thoughts and coming back down to Earth. Himawari had never been here, he was still in the rehabilitation center, and kaçak bahis had been having a lewd dream. He then glanced over at the nightstand and took note of the alarm clock. 1:30 AM. Still another 6 hours before they had to be at the chapel for morning prayer. With an exasperated sigh, he fell back down onto the bed.

For quite some time, Matthew just stared up at the ceiling, unable to go back to sleep. It had been a long day, what with the orientation and all the exercises they were making him do. At least the housing was pretty nice; They gave everybody small apartments with a large common sitting room in the middle. No fridges since they had to eat in the cafeteria and no TV or Internet lest they get exposed to anything. He was assigned a roommate with separate bedrooms for each of them, and luckily for him he’d ended up rooming with Marcus. One could call it a stroke of fate, but given the circumstances he couldn’t really say it was good fortune. Apparently, every night he would be visited by one of the staff at around 10. Just to make sure that they were okay, or more accurately to make sure they weren’t sinning. The closest thing to any kind of external contact was a landline phone, normally it was only able to call other people in the program, but right now theirs wasn’t able to call anyone.

Was this really what his life was going to be like for the foreseeable future? A glorified prison with gilded bars, where he would remain until he fell in line with an image contrary to his inner nature? Every now and then, his mind drifted back to Himawari. Evidently, he still couldn’t keep her out of his mind. Perhaps that was a sign of how much he cared for her; if his feelings weren’t so strong it wouldn’t hurt this much. And what of their baby? Matthew couldn’t help but worry for the little one. He supposed that he would have wanted to have a child with Himawari eventually, but so soon after they just met? Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at her. For whatever reason, he wanted nothing more than to be with her when the big day finally came. Even if not as her lover, he had to be there for the birth of his firstborn. If only he knew how to get out of here quickly enough.

All of the sudden, Matthew noticed some strange sounds emanating from behind his bedroom door. Footsteps, slight whooshing noises and grunts. What could they be? Well, he certainly wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. Matthew stood up and walked over to the door. Once he opened it, he peered through to see Marcus; Shadowboxing in the common room. Somehow, he hadn’t been distracted enough to miss Matthew, and turned his head to face him.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked gruffly.

“N-no…” Matthew replied. “What um…what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Shadowboxing.” Marcus replied, returning to his activity.

“Oh, are you a boxer?”

“Boxing, Muay Thai, Catch and Greco-Roman Wrestling…” Marcus said, not missing a beat. “I was training for MMA before I ended up here.”

“Oh wow, that’s really cool!” Matthew gushed.

“Yeah, it would be. But they don’t really let me train out here.” He answered, throwing a right hook.

“Why not?”

“Why do you think? Getting two sweaty shirtless guys rolling on the ground entwined in each other? Nah, too homoerotic for them.” He answered with a soft laugh. “We’re supposed to cut out all temptations, so no grappling training. They don’t even have a heavy bag in the gym… this is all I can do.”

“Oh…” Matthew muttered, looking down. “I guess I see.” Marcus stopped, and turned over to face him.

“So why can’t you sleep?” he asked. Matthew paused for a good long time.

“It’s…complicated.” He finally answered.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“…No…no not right now.” He replied. “I just… I just need more time to think about what I’ve done.” Marcus contemplated what he said for a few minutes before he finally spoke up.

“How much do you buy what they’re saying?” Matthew was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. He really didn’t expect to hear something like that.

“W-what do you mean?” he stammered in bewilderment.

“This whole abstinence and chastity bullshit.” Said Marcus. “Do you really think you’ve sinned against some God just because you had sex out of wedlock?”

“Yes! Yes of course!” Matthew replied automatically, not really rationalizing what he said before he already had.

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