Going All the Way

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“Hi Danny! Come on in, Tim’s down in his room.” Karen said to the skinny blond twenty-year-old at her front door. Danny stepped in, and Karen gave him a quick hug after he took his shoes off, then went down to see his boyfriend.

Both twenty years old, Tim and Danny had been dating for just under a year; while Danny had his own place, Tim was still at home with is mom while he finished trade school. They didn’t want to move in together just yet, but the two boys were definitely serious about each other and their relationship.

“Come on in,” came Tim’s voice as Danny knocked on the closed bedroom door.

“Hey babe!” Danny said sweetly as the tall, muscular, dark-haired Tim got up off the bed and gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips. The boys then sat down on Tim’s bed hand in hand, staring at the TV on the wall across from Tim’s bed.

“Queer as Folk again? Haven’t you seen all of them before?” Danny asked as Tim gave him a sidelong look with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but you know, Brian is really hot. So is Justin. And Michael.” Tim answered. Danny said nothing, instead just snuggling up against his much taller boyfriend who wrapped an arm around him.

Tim and Danny sat there until the episode ended, and Tim leaned over to kiss his boyfriend on the top of his head, inhaling the smell from Danny’s short, spiked hair. Danny turned his head up to face Tim, the taller boy’s dark brown eyes looking back at his own baby blues with a mix of love and horniness.

“I really want to bang,” Tim said as he kissed Danny on the lips, their tongues briefly dancing against the other.

“That would be nice,” said Danny “but your mom is upstairs right now.”

“So?” Tim replied, rolling over to playfully pin his boyfriend against the mattress and sit over top Danny’s fully clothed cock.

“So, it’d be super weird to try anything with her here. Like, what if she came down and walked in on us? Also, we don’t have any condoms, so we’d be barebacking.” Danny said, his hands resting on Tim’s thick thighs.

“That’s fine, besides it’s time we ditched the condoms anyway,” Tim said in a sultry voice as he leaned down to gently kiss Danny on the lips.

“Wait, uh, do you know what you’re saying? We’ve never done it before without condoms, what if I gave you something? What if you gave me something, wha-” Danny started to babble, concern showing in his eyes.

Tim sighed and rolled off his boyfriend to lay next to him, head propped up on one hand, the other arm stretched out to gently rest on Danny’s chest. Tim idly noted that Danny’s heart was racing, and his pale skin was flushed with fear and probably excitement at what he had proposed.

“Danny, Daniel, it’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of,” Tim said in a soothing tone before continuing. “I got tested and my results are back — I’m totally clean. Here, let me show you.” Tim sat up then walked over to the dresser and fished around in the drawer for a moment before passing a piece of paper with his test results to Danny. Danny scanned the page and a look of relief washed over his wide, Slavic features.

“Alright, that covers you, but what if I have… something?”

“Danny, do you remember who you lost your virginity to?” Tim asked, knowing the answer.

“To you, dumbass!” Daniel scoffed, then it dawned on him. “Oh, yeah. Right. Well, I guess that’s that figured out. But still, your mom’s upstairs, so it’s not happening for now.”

“Okay, fine,” Tim pouted “but we haven’t screwed in almost a week, and I’m super horny…”

“Do you want to come over, and maybe even stay the tonight?” Danny suggested, doing his best puppy dog eyes up at Tim.

“That’d be great, but at least stay for dinner; mom’s always saying you’re too skinny.” Tim said with a wink, then pulled in his boyfriend for a big hug.

After dinner, Tim and Danny helped with clean-up while a grateful Karen plopped down on the couch in the living room to relax. With the dishes and kitchen squared away, the boys went back downstairs for a few minutes so Tim could pack an overnight bag.

“Mom, I’m heading over to stay with Danny tonight, just so you know.” Tim said as he slipped on a pair of shoes.

“Okay sweety, just don’t miss any classes tomorrow.” Karen said, barely looking up from her book.

“Bye Mrs. Ducharme!” Danny called out as he zipped up his hoodie Anadolu Yakası Escort and went to open the door.

“Bye Danny! Aw, look at you two, you make just the cutest couple. Hold on, I’ve got to get a picture.” Karen said, reached for her iPhone and got up to see the boys at the front door.

This wasn’t anything new, Karen taking pictures of her kids and their partners, but she especially liked to get ones of her youngest and Danny. Karen had always been very supportive of Tim after he came out back in high school, but she was also well aware that the reaction from Danny’s deeply conservative Polish family had been far from ideal, so she sought to give him the acceptance his own family had failed to.

“Okay, a little closer together — perfect!”

Tim stood with his arm around his boyfriend, towering at 6’3″ above Danny’s 5’6″, Tim’s muscular body contrasting to Danny’s slight frame. Danny’s pale complexion and light blond hair compared starkly to Tim’s darker tones, underlining the differences between the little Pole and his hulking Metis boyfriend. Danny rested his head against Tim’s side and wrapped an arm around Tim’s waist.

After a few more moments at the door and reminders not to sleep through their alarms in the morning, Tim and Danny set off. The late spring evening on the prairies was chilly, but not overly so, and after about a ten-minute walk, they arrived at Danny’s run-down three storey apartment building. The boys stepped inside, and immediately there was the familiar odour of garlic and onions that seemed to pervade the whole building. Danny checked the mail, and then they made their way up to his little second floor apartment, floorboards creaking as they passed, the sound of several different televisions drifting indistinctly through closed doors.

“Tell me again why you live here?” Tim asked almost rhetorically.

“So I can save money and go back to school, eventually. I don’t want to stock shelves and arrange produce forever,” Danny replied. They shared a brief smile as they recalled meeting while working at the same grocery store the year prior. For Tim, it had been a slightly lame summer job, while for Danny it was his lifeline after leaving home.

Danny briefly fought with the sticky door lock, as he always did, got the door open, and they stepped inside. Danny locked the door behind Tim, muttering for the hundredth time that he would get the manager to fix the lock, but never did. The boys pushed their shoes off, Tim dropped his bag on the floor, and Danny hung up Tim’s jacket for him.

The apartment was a very small studio, with Danny’s sleeping area at one end, and the kitchen at the other, with only the tiny bathroom being separate from the rest of the place. A loveseat at the foot of Danny’s double sized bed, a set of drawers against one wall, a small coffee table, and a low shelving unit with a TV perched on top of it rounded out the meagre furnishings. It was, Tim thought to himself, just enough to get by, but no more. Whenever they moved in together, he wanted to make sure Danny got far better than this.

The boys walked a couple of paces over to the bed and Tim sat down first, his long legs hanging over the side. Danny swung a leg over Tim and sat on his lap, facing his boyfriend, arms encircled around Tim’s neck while Tim cradled Danny’s fully clothed ass. They exchanged a quick couple of pecks on the lips, after which Danny leaned in and rested his chin on Tim’s shoulder while the bigger boy’s hands ranged up and down his back.

“This feels so good, so right,” Danny mumbled, his eyes closed, just enjoying being held by his boyfriend.

“And it’s going to feel even better in a bit.” Tim said, pulling back slightly to look Danny in the eyes. “Let’s get you out of those clothes, my sexy little Danny!”

Danny stood up, unzipped his hoodie and pulled off his t-shirt, dropping them on the loveseat as Tim stripped off his own shirt before standing up to take off his jeans. Danny unbuckled his belt, and his jeans fell from his skinny waist, leaving him wearing a tented-out pair of worn cotton boxers, which contrasted to Tim’s tightly fitting briefs, struggling to contain his already massive erection.

Tim pulled Danny tight into him, his arms wrapping tightly around Danny’s back, while the shorter boy’s hands groped Tim’s firm ass. Danny Kurtköy Escort felt the heat of Tim’s big, hard cock pressed against his tummy while he grinded gently onto his boyfriend. Tim slid his hands down to grip Danny’s skinny ass and lifted him up to eye level as Danny squeaked in pleasure and wrapped his arms around Tim’s neck, their breath hot against each other’s faces.

“You’ve got not idea how fucking much I have wanted this,” Tim sighed as Danny wrapped his legs around his torso, blue eyes smoldering with lust as he looked back into Tim’s dark brown pools. The boys kissed passionately, and Tim finally lowered Danny down onto the bed, hooking his fingers on the waistband of his boyfriend’s boxers. Tim smirked at Danny as he slid the boxers down, causing Danny’s rock-hard cock to bounce up and hit his skinny boy abs with a light smack. Tim kept sliding the boxers down until he had to push Danny’s legs up to his chest, exposing his tight pink hole.

Danny’s boxers were now off, dropped carelessly to the floor with his jeans, and his hands were at Tim’s waist, tugging at the briefs which kept his boyfriend’s cock unfairly hidden. Tim ground his crotch against Danny’s exposed hole, while Danny for his part, pressed back has hard has he could and wiggled his ass against his boyfriend’s cock.

“Come on, I can’t be the only one naked here!” Danny said hoarsely as he tried to pull at Tim’s underwear. Tim responded by letting go of Danny’s legs, stood up, and all but tore the offending underwear off, letting his impressive tool swing out away from his body, drooling precum at the thought of what they boys were going to do. Tim then flopped down next to Danny, and for a moment, they just lay there, dicks pointed skyward as they laced their hands together.

“Get up on top of me, I wanna eat you out,” Tim said, and Danny obeyed, clambering up so that his ass faced his boyfriend. Danny then grasped Tim’s large cock, and gently started jerking him off, marveling as he always did at the stiffness and heat it always seemed to emanate. Danny enjoyed the way Tim’s cock flared out slightly wider in the middle than at the tip or base, like it was made to stay inside of him when they fucked.

Tim put a big hand on either of Danny’s skinny ass cheeks, and pulled them as far apart as he could, giving his boyfriend’s hole nowhere to hide. Tim smiled at the little pucker and gave it a wide, gentle lick which sent shivers through Danny and made him gasp a little, like he always did when he got rimmed. Tim felt Danny’s grasp of his big cock tighten a bit as he dove in tongue first into his ass, then the wet warmth of Danny’s mouth descended onto Tim’s throbbing member.

Danny and Tim happily sixty-nined, with Danny slurping on Tim’s big, precum oozing knob, while Tim stuck his tongue as far as he could into Danny’s hole, and gently stretched him out with one then two fingers. Tim brought a hand around to grasp Danny’s rock-hard cock, his hand almost instantly slick with precum as he slid Danny’s foreskin back and forth. Tim was about to lick it off his hand, then had the idea to work his boyfriend’s own juices back into him, sliding his fingers in and out of Danny’s ass.

“You ready to get fucked?” Tim asked, and Danny mumbled his ascent around the big cock in his mouth. Danny let Tim’s member fall with an audible pop as he stopped sucking, then turned around and did his best to stick his tongue down Tim’s throat. Each boy tasted the mingling flavours of cock, precum and ass as they made out, Danny especially enjoyed sucking Tim’s tongue knowing that it had just been inside of him. Tim’s big hands were busy massaging his boyfriend’s ass, a fingertip swirling around just inside of his tight entrance.

“I want to be on my back, I want us to see each other the whole time.” Danny said, and Tim nodded in agreement before rolling over on top of Danny, pinning the little Pole beneath him, their cocks grinding hard against each other. Tim then rose up onto his knees, and reached for the bottle of lube beside the bed, consciously ignoring the half empty box of Trojans next to it. As Tim opened the lube bottle and poured a large glob onto his bare meat, Danny pulled his legs back to expose his willing anus, slightly reddened by all of Tim’s licking, sucking and fingering.

“Oh! That’s so hot!” Tim drawled as he looked Pendik Escort down at Danny’s pouting hole, slender legs held back to his chest, cock drooling onto his stomach, and a look of raw lust on his boyfriend’s face. Tim squirted more lube onto his fingers and worked it into Danny’s hole, making him coo with pleasure.

“You ready to take my bare cock?” Tim asked, and Danny wordlessly nodded up at his boyfriend. Tim shifted forward and pressed the head of his cock against Danny’s hole; a moment of resistance, and it was sliding inside, Tim’s girth stretching Danny’s tender entrance, then he reached Danny’s second hole. As well practiced as the boys were by now, it sometimes was still a struggle for Danny to take Tim all the way inside, but Danny was determined not to give up. Danny screwed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled as he pushed out against the welcome invader. Tim sunk the rest of his length into Danny, his tapered cock coming to rest snugly inside of his boyfriend, dark pubes grinding against Danny’s ass.

“Fuck yeah!” Tim breathed, his unprotected cock twitched inside of Danny, letting loose some precum to mix with the lube and Danny’s own juices. Danny looked up at his boyfriend and grinned at the look on Tim’s face as he squeezed Tim’s cock, feeling it jump again inside of him, feeling the fullness of his boyfriend. Tim pulled back a bit, changed the angle, and pushed in and up, nailing Danny’s prostate.

“Oh my fuck, yes!” Danny gasped as Tim started to gently fuck him, hitting his spot over an over again. Danny’s cock was slick as he jerked it with one hand, the contractions of his ass gripping at Tim’s dick in time with the spasms of Danny’s cock. Tim leaned in and passionately kissed Danny, pushing his legs as far back as they would go as he pumped his boyfriend’s hole faster and faster.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, where do you want me to cum?” Tim grunted, feeling Danny’s velvety insides grip at his cock. Danny responded by grabbing his much larger boyfriend around the neck and pulled his face down to his.

“Cum inside me!” Danny all but snarled, and Tim was only too happy to do so. A few more thrusts, and Tim groaned, his cock surged, and Danny’s eyes went wide as he felt the warm pulses of his boyfriend’s cum flood his guts. It was all too much for Danny to take, and with not so much of a roar as a groan, he shot his own load all over his chest, even managing to hit himself with a bit of cum on the chin.

Tim all but collapsed onto Danny, panting as he continued to gently pump his cock inside of his boyfriend’s cum-slicked hole. Danny wrapped his legs and arms around Tim, his eyes closed as he inhaled their intoxicating mixed musky scent, feeling Tim’s cock move with unaccustomed ease inside of him. The boys’ breathing finally slowed, and Tim’s cock had softened enough for it to fall from Danny’s now cum-filled ass. Danny let his arms and legs fall from Tim’s larger frame, leaving him spread eagled on the messy bed as Tim looked down at him.

“That was amazing, thank you, babe!” Tim said as he traced a finger down Danny’s cum covered chest to his softening dick and matted blond pubes. Danny grinned up at his boyfriend and reached down to stroke Tim’s worn-out cock, slick with cum, lube, and Danny’s own juices.

“So, what do you think of your first time barebacking?” Tim asked as Danny settled back again, looking like a cat that just got into the cream. Danny smiled again, then slid his hands down from his chest to his cock and gave it a tug.

“That was so fucking hot! I loved getting pumped full of your cum, feeling it shoot inside me, but that’s not the best part,” Danny said, stretching then rubbing his skinny abs as he looked up at his tall, dark and handsome boyfriend.

“What’s that?” Tim asked, feeling his cock try and get hard again.

“It’s knowing that I’ve got a bit of you inside me now.” Danny said, then propped himself up on his elbows, legs still parted around where Tim sat on his haunches.

“Awe, Danny! That’s the sweetest and sexiest thing you’ve ever said,” Tim sighed, then leaned down for a kiss before wrapping Danny in a warm hug and pulled him upright.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” Danny suggested, and they took the two steps needed to get from the bed into Danny’s tiny bathroom. A quick shower later, and the boys were back in bed, Tim spooning Danny, a protective arm wrapped around his boyfriend.

“You set your alarm?” Danny asked sleepily.

“Mmm-hmm,” Tim mumbled back.

“I love you, Timothy.” Danny said, snuggling closer into Tim’s chest.

“And I love you too, Daniel.”

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Becoming Jack’s Milk Cow Pt. 08

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Within a month of my induced lactation, I had settled into my new role as Jack’s milk cow. My milking schedule was now at 15 minutes per breast every four hours, and I was producing a lavish amount of milk. We used a dual pump, so the time involved to empty both my breasts with the milking machine was more like 40 minutes, but if Jack milked me orally (which we both preferred) it took 45-50 minutes. This pleased Jack enormously, especially since my breasts had grown even more with the milking regimen. Six months into our program, my bra size was 42DDD, and my long, dark, thick nipples seemed to remain hard, awaiting Jack’s mouth. Every milking session ended in a delicious orgasm; even if Jack wasn’t around, the toys I’d accumulated did the trick.

One night, Jack came home, smiling slyly. I met him at the door; he was a bit late, and my breasts were more than ready for milking. The long blue silk gown I wore showed off my very heavy tits and my plump belly and ass, just the way Jack had molded my body through regular feeding and milking. My nipples were prominent through the thin fabric, and I knew if my milking was delayed much longer, I’d begin to leak, especially as Jack’s mere presence turned me on. It was practically a Pavlovian response: Jack walks in the door, my nipples harden and my pussy gets wet.

“What took you so long?” I pouted, beginning to stroke Jack’s ass through his jeans as I followed him into the living room.

“I was talking to my sister. She and Steve are still trying to conceive, and the IVF hasn’t worked. They’ve spent a fortune on medical procedures, and they’re thinking of looking for a surrogate.” Jack turned around, putting his arms around me and fondling my ass, pulling me against him and kissed me. “I know we’ve talked about having kids, but what do you think about a trial run?”

Jack and I had discussed having children; we were both eager for me to be pregnant and continue to grow my body, but we were concerned about the crimp that children would put in our sex life. We figured that three or four years from now would be plenty of time to reproduce. I looked up at him. I liked Jack’s sister Diane, though I knew she was perplexed about my relationship with Jack; she couldn’t imagine why I had gained 35 pounds since I’d known her brother, and furthermore why Jack seemed to enjoy it. She certainly didn’t know about our milk cow games. “Wow,” I said. “What do you think she’d say if we offered?”

“She hinted that she’d love to have someone close to her carry the baby,” Jack murmured, kissing my neck. “I didn’t want to say anything until I talked to you, but I think she and Steve would be thrilled.”

“Let’s talk about it tonight over dinner,” I smiled, kissing him. “Right your little heifer needs some attention before she starts to leak.” I pressed my full, aching tits against Jack’s chest, loving the feeling of my long, hard nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of his shirt. Jack cupped my breasts in his hands, feeling how heavy they were, and stroking my nipples through the silk of my gown. At his touch, I arched my back a bit, pressing my belly against him and giving him better access to İstanbul Escort my milk-swollen tits. Sliding one thin silken strap down my shoulder, Jack lowered his mouth to my nipple, licking and nuzzling it.

“This may be a wonderful opportunity,” he murmured.

“Oh, yes, please” I answered.

After Jack and I spent an hour pleasuring each other, we lay in bed, stroking each other. Jack’s cock was still semi-erect, even after coming twice, once in my pussy and once in my ass. I’d also orgasmed twice, coming once just from Jack’s mouth and tongue suckling my tits, pulling my nipples and greedily draining my milk. He would be in no hurry for dinner. When we finally roused ourselves from our sex coma, we langorously wandered toward the kitchen to cook dinner. As we cooked and ate, he fed me and we talked about the idea of me carrying a baby for Diane.

We discussed both the possible impact on my health and on our relationship. “We’d probably need to slow down our sex life a little for awhile, and we’d need to watch my weight, but I love the idea of giving Diane a baby. She’s been great to us, even if she doesn’t quite understand our relationship,” I thought out loud. “Plus, summer’s coming up and my work schedule can slow down a bit. I’d have time to pamper myself while we work on getting me pregnant. You said Diane has 8 more frozen embryos; we could implant three at a time and see what takes.”

Jack’s gaze slid slowly over my body, savoring my curves. He raised his eyes to mine and smiled. “You’d be incredibly beautiful carrying twins or even triplets for Diane” he said, looking back at my already rounding form. “We just need to make sure that you stay healthy and happy during while you’re practicing for our own babies.”

The next day, I had a business meeting downtown at my old law firm. Since I had started my own legal research practice, most of the communication I carried on with the firms I consulted for was done via computer and telephone; I only turned up in person once a quarter for an in-person meeting with the partners. I had gained about 10 or 15 pounds since the last meeting, and I chose my clothing carefully. Jack had just finished my morning milking, so I had 4 hours or so until I was in danger of leaking, but just in case I put pads inside my black nursing bra. Jack then helped me into my latest corset, made to fit my current voluptuous size. As he laced up the back, he stroked my ass, admiring its roundness. “In a few months we may have to get you a whole new wardrobe, especially if it’s twins,” he murmured, pulling the laces comfortably taut. “Meantime, I want you to wow the guys in the law firm. Let me help you pick out your suit.”

I had already figured out that I would dress deceptively conservatively, and Jack picked out the same outfit that I’d thought of. A navy silk suit, tailored to skim my curves but not hide them. We’d had the jacket specially cut to accomodate my big boobs. Under the jacket, I wore a pink sleeveless cashmere sweater, cut just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Nothing to alarm the guys, but enough to keep their attention. My skirt fell slightly above my knees, Bayan Escort and again hugged–just a bit–my round ass, which the corset emphasized. Thanks to the corset, my figure was more hour-glass than usual, and caused me to stand up very straight as I walked. Not enough to look unnatural, but the size of my breasts and ass were subtly emphasized in this outfit. I finished my ensemble with jewelry. I always wore the gold collar/choker that Jack had given me a year ago, and I added conservative pearl earrings. The 3 inch high heels I slipped into caused me to arch my back a bit more. Jack stood back, surveying his finished product. “You look amazing,” he grinned at me. “Knock ’em dead and come home soon so we can undress you.”

I took a cab to the downtown office, and greeted the lobby guard who’d been with the building for years. As he watched me walking toward him, he recognized me and began to smile. “Ms. James, it’s great to see you again–it’s been quite a while!” His gaze was by no means impolite, but I could tell he was admiring the way I looked. I smiled back at him, returned his greeting, and moved toward the elevators. “Quite a while indeed!” I heard him say as I entered the elevator.

Exiting at the eighth floor, I approached the receptionist. An attractive blonde,she was new since I’d worked here last, and I introduced myself. “Certainly Ms. James, I’ll let Mr. Calloway know you’re here. He’s expecting you.” She spoke into the intercom, alerting Mr. Calloway. “Can I get you some coffee or water?” she asked me.

“Water, please, no ice” I answered, and as she rose I noticed that Mr. Calloway wasn’t the only expectone expecting. Tall, maybe 5’10”,with long legs, the receptionist was also visibly pregnant. I guessed she was 6 months along, and I admired her her burgeoning belly, which was emphasized–just a little–by the cut of her jacket. I smiled, feeling my nipples tingle as I imagined myself, knocked up and showing in a few months. I couldn’t wait.

Ms. Allen, the receptionist, returned with my water, and ushered me into the small conference room. The five partners for whom I consulted were awaiting me there. As I walked into the room, greeting them all and taking my seat at the conference table, I could tell that everyone’s eyes were on me, but not exactly on my face. Sitting, I smiled and they smiled back. Mr. Calloway started the meeting, and it was all business. “Ms. James, thank you so much for coming in ths morning. You’ve done such good work for us that it’s hardly necessary, but it’s good to see you in the flesh, so to speak.” He smiled at me; he was a little pompous but harmless. I was rather fond of him.

The partners were all older than I, four men and one woman. Ms. Halsey, the sole female partner, had been very kind to me when I worked one summer for them during law school, and she had become a work-friend when I joined the firm after I graduated. I knew she was married to another lawyer with a different firm, and that they’d never had children. She loved to travel and did so as often as possible to exotic locales. I could tell she was looking at me a bit curiously as the meeting progressed. Eskort I hoped we’d have a moment to talk after the meeting.

For 45 minutes we discussed the various cases and projects that were coming up that would need my attention. Since I had worked for this firm, any reduction in my working hours would not affect them; I’d curtail other contracts for a few months. My combination of legal experience and research skills made me very valuable to the companies I consulted for, and I was not worried about being able to re-expand my business when I was ready.

The meeting was drawing to a close, and as we exchanged pleasantries, I was again aware of the surreptitious appraising looks I was getting. Sitting at the desk, the upper part of my body was visible, and I could see eyes flicking down to my large chest. Everyone looked happy to see me and a bit curious. Mr. Calloway stood, ending the meeting. “Suzanne, thank you again for your good work. Your new life seems to agree with you,” he smiled. I preceded him through the conference room door, and could feel his eyes appraising my ass.

The other partners lingered in the lobby, each one wanting to chat for a moment. I sensed their admiring glances, and they were approving of what had happened to my formerly slender self. I smiled at Mr. Douglas, and as we talked he couldn’t resist patting me on the back and letting his hand slide–more than just a bit–towards my round, full ass. He always was the letch of the group. I looked at him innocently, and widened my eyes at him,not quite batting my lashes. “It’s great to see you, too, Mr. Douglas-

-you haven’t changed a bit.” He looked a bit abashed and removed his hand, but as he moved away his eyes fell to my chest again.

“I hope to see more of you soon, Ms.James,” he said, waking back toward his office.

I smiled to myself, thinking “just you wait.”

Ms.Halsey slipped me a note. “I’ve got to run right now, but let’s catch up soon over lunch!” it said, and gave me her private email address. I’d certainly make that date.

Now however, I needed to run a couple of errands and get home in time to put together the notes from the meeting before my next milking. Jack was at work, so if I wanted to, I could hook up to the milking machine while I worked. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for milking (I preferred lounging on the sofa or bed), but I rather liked feeling aroused while I typed at the computer. We’d modified my desk to accomodate access to the high end Medela milking machine Jack had just bought to replace the older device. This one had a few more settings and several different rhythms. I preferred the ones that made me feel the most like I imagined a milk cow would feel. My breasts felt heavier than they had when I’d walked into the meeting an hour ago, and I knew my milk supply was still increasing. We’d have to figure out a maintenance level if I was going to be pregnant with Diane’s baby. Having done research,I knew that I could become pregnant while still milking, but I was also looking forward to watching my breasts grow during the pregnancy. Hence, we’d cut back on my milk supply for awhile so we could watch my breasts swell perhaps even larger as my belly grew. The very thought of it turned me on. Time to get home. Jack and I would call Diane and Steve tonight and invite them over on Saturday and make our offer. I hoped they would accept.

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The Sheriff , His Lady (Final)

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He had spent the night making love to her. He left earlier and he knew that he had done a bad thing, he wouldn’t be coming back to her. He had to leave her so she could find her way to him, but he wonder if she would tell him when she found out that she was carrying his baby. He also knew he wasn’t right for her, she needed someone who could love her like she should be love.

“At least she would have the baby she’s always wanted.” he thought to him self. She woke up to find herself alone in bed, she call out his name but didn’t get an answer. Getting up she saw that his clothes were gone along with him. Pulling on her robe she went down stairs. As her foot hit the last step she heard someone knocking on the front door. Opening it, she saw an older lady standing there.

“You don’ t know me sweetie but my son was here last night and I need to talk to you about him.” she said. “Come in and have some coffee with me, I don’t know where he went off to,” she told the lady. Sitting at the table the Sheriff’s mother told Sara all about her son. Sara felt sorry for the lady, and for what David has gone through.

“My Son will never married you or any one else he feels he’s not worth the time or he’s not good enough for anyone.” she said just before she left Sara’s house. Over the next few months Sara waited for David to come around, while she got the house ready. Not once did she see him at her door again. And this last week she’d been feeling very tired and run down, then last night she couldn’t keep anything down. In the morning she called the Doctor’s office and made an appointment to be check out. Walking out of the Doctor’s office that afternoon she was in a daze, she couldn’t be pregnant, her Doctors up North had told her the likelihood of her getting pregnant again was 1 in a million.

She didn’t even see the car coming around the corner till someone pull her back on the sidewalk. It was David. She turned to look at him, then she belted him across the face, and İstanbul Escort walked off. He stood there rubbing his face as he watched her walk away. She just turned off the lights and was going into the kitchen when she stopped dead. David stood in the kitchen doorway. She fainted, and would have hit the floor if he hadn’t caught her. When she open her eyes she found herself laying on her bed with David sitting next to her. Sitting up, she asked him what he was doing here.

“I couldn’t stay away any longer, I’m sorry Sara, I’ve been an asshole,” he told her.

“What am I going to do with you David?” she said more to herself than him.

” ANYTHING YOU WANT SARA I’LL DO IT FOR YOU!” he told her. “Anything?” she asked. He nodded his head yes. “Get undress and get in bed, I’m tired and need some sleep, And David you better be here when I wake up this time.” she told him. He hadn’t slept well in months not since leaving her house that morning. When his head hit the pillow he was out, sleeping like a baby. She couldn’t sleep she had to feel him inside her one last time, she knew he would be gone again. Getting up she undressed and slowly pulled the sheets down to reveal his body to her. His cock was hard and standing up, careful not to wake him to soon she crawled over top of him and licked and sucked his cock making it bigger and harder. She then put her leg over him and eased her pussy down on his cock. With his cock buried deep inside her she leaned over and kiss him awake.

“About time your woke up David, I thought I would have to fuck you all by my self,” she told him “No Sara, I’m here to help you do it, OOH GOD.” he cried out when she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles. He lifted her up and down on his hard cock as he twisted his hips this way and that way; giving her a ride she’d never forget. He watched as she threw her head back and screamed “OH GOD DAVID I’M CUMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!” Pulling her down on him, he whispers words Anadolu Yakası Escort she thought she would never hear from him. “Oh Sweet baby it feels so good being inside you, I love you Sara, Will you marry me?” Rolling her under him he started moving in her. “Why didn’t you cum David?” she ask. “Cause I wanted to take my time and I wasn’t ready yet to fill you with my cum,” he told her. “David I have something to tell you.” she said looking at him.

“I’m pregnant David.” she told him. “You don’t seem surprise.” she said. “I knew the last time I was inside you that I had planted my seed to grow and I was to afraid that once you knew that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” he told her. “I want to marry you David, but are you sure?” she ask him. “Very sure, so sure that I’d do anything you want me to do.” he told her. “Let’s wait then till after the baby’s born, then we can get married.” she told him. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t say anything for fear she would tell him to leave and never come back.

The next day he sent her flowers and a package with something sexy in it. When she opened it she saw it was a sheer blue grown, and it was indeed a very sexy outfit. Putting it away till later she finished the plans she made. Three days later she had everything set. She knew he would come, because she had kept him away the last three nights. Slipping on her big raincoat and grabbing her cell phone she drove out to where they first met and called him at the stationhouse.

“Yes this Sara McFee, could you put the sheriff on the phone please…Hello David, Come to me David, come meet me out near the road where we first meet. and David come alone, I have something just for you. Here’s a hint baby, It’s sheer blue and on me, and what I have waiting for you is wet, hot, and very tight, but I’m out in the middle of the woods and if you’re not here in 10 minutes you’ll lose out.” Then she hung up the phone. He pulled up behind her car and looked at his Kartal Escort watch, he had 4 minutes left. Going to her car he found a note.

“Grab and follow the red ribbons through the trees to find me W.A.I.T.I.N.G.” he read. Pulling the ribbons he pushed his way through the trees and into an opening where he found her laying on a blanket with her only the sheer blue grown he sent her. His cock was hard already, but it just got harder when he saw her. “UNDRESS DAVID” she said. Quickly he undressed and walked towards her. She got up on all fours and crawl to the end of the blanket and licked his hard, throbbing cock. “Good I see your cock’s ready and I’ m ready, now fuck my ass.” she told him, then she turned around and pushed her ass at him. He knelt down and pushed his cock up her asshole.

Reaching around her he push his finger in her pussy moving it in and out of her pussy while he pounded her ass with his cock. 10 minutes was all he could last, he shot his cum up her asshole as she exploded on his hand. Stilling her shaking body he eased her to the ground and whispered his love in her ear. When she got her mind back on the present, she said, “Take me to Vegas David and let’s get married tonight, I have everything we need in the car, oh and your rookie will come get your car.” she told him. He looked at her. “How long have you been planning this Sara?” he asked smiling.

“Three days and nights with help from your mother and some very good friends of yours and mine now.” she told him. “Okay Sara get ready because your going to be a married lady tonight.” he told her, helping her to her feet and easing up behind her rubbing his still hard cock against her ass cheeks. “And when we get to the Hotel later, you wont be able to move unless I let you.” he said. When they got to the cars his rookie was there and they said goodbyes and they watch him drive away. His cock was still hard and as he watch her bend over the back seat to put away something , he walk up behind her and slid a finger up her pussy. Then he push his cock in to.

“Oh Baby Feells so fucking good to be inside your fucking pussy.” he grunted. She push back, meeting him and squeezing his cock with every muscle in her pussy. “OOH FUCKING GOOD I’M CUMMING!!!” he roared.

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The Soccer Mom

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Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side.

I’m not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she’s probably up for a good time.

I’m talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that’s dying to let her hair down. The newlywed who can’t forget an impetuous encounter from her past. The suburban wife with a lifelong fantasy she’s never acted upon.

It’s been that way since high school when I first convinced a buxom little red-head to let me unbutton her school girl blouse and let me fondle her gorgeous tits. I loved every moment of helping her break out of shell. I got a dirty thrill out turning a curious little Catholic girl into an insatiable nymphomaniac who was up for anything.

I can’t claim to be 100% successful. Sometimes I can sense someone’s desire, but they’re still reluctant to act. And just because they have a secret fantasy, that doesn’t mean that I’m the person they want to fulfill it. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. But I do better than average.

The way I see it, there is never any harm in making my interest known. Rejection is part of the game. If you never take the risk, then there’s no chance of reward. And that’s how I’ve ended up picking up women at the most mundane places. Standing in line at the grocery store. Strolling through a park. In a waiting room at the dentist.

I met Wendy at a gas station. It was a beautiful day and I’d decided to cut out of work at lunch. She was on the opposite side of the pump I was using. And I knew right away that I had a shot with her. There was just something in her face. A look of frustration mixed with boredom. It didn’t matter that she had on a wedding band or that she was driving an SUV with a child seat in the back. I didn’t know if the timing was right, but I knew at some point she’d be ready to cast her commitment—at least for a few hours.

She wasn’t a knockout. More of a girl-next door type, but all grown up. She looked to be in her late 20s. She was tall and pretty, but in a plain way, with good cheekbones and nice eyes. Her natural, dirty-blond hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She had on a pale blue velour track suit with the hooded top zipped-up over a tank-top.

I immediately started thinking of ways to start a conversation. Fortunately, fate intervened. She had the nozzle in her tank and kept glancing back at the pump. Finally she made a frustrated sound.

She glanced up and looked at me.

I offered a polite smile.

“That kind of day?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” she said. “You’d think I know how to start a gas pump by now.”

I walked around to the other side. There was a lever she hadn’t flipped up.

“Allow me,” I offered.

“Well I feel stupid now,” she said.

I quickly made a comment about how we all have bad days. My pump was finished, but I lingered next to her while she filled her tank. I was polite and little flirty, but I tried not to make it too obvious.

“It sounds like you’re having a shitty day,” I finally said. “What are you doing with the rest of it?”

“Nothing much. Running errands,” she responded.

“My day has been frustrating, too,” I said. “I just cut out of work early and I’m thinking of treating myself to a manicure. Why don’t you join me? You can vent your frustration.”

She seemed hesitant and started to shake her head.

“Come on,” I pleaded playfully. “At least listen to ME vent about my day. It will be fun. I know a place that serves mimosas while they do it.”

She was on the fence. I’m sure she thought it was some kind of hustle. She looked me up and down like she was hoping to see a sign that I was a criminal. But her eyes lingered on my long, stocking-covered legs.

“I’ll pay, if that’s what it takes,” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm. “Is that what you want? Someone to treat you? Like on a date?”

I gave her a quick wink.

“Come on,” I added. “It will just be two girls seeing what trouble we can get into. It will probably remind you of college. When’s the last time you just had a day like that?”

She nodded to the car seat and the soccer ball in the back of her car. She admitted it’s been a while. I knew she was caving.

“OK,” she finally said. “But I’d still be standing here like a bimbo staring at the gas pump if not for you. So I’m buying. I insist.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I told her to follow me to the little salon in the Asian part of town. The parking lot was filled out front, but I found a spot in the alley behind the building and parked. Wendy parallel parked a few spots up.

There was a short wait inside, so we had a couple of cocktails while we waited. Wendy quickly loosened up from the champagne. She vented about her day and I talked about some generic work stress. By the time we’d finished our second glass I was pouring on the charm. Pendik Escort I touched her arm repeatedly as she talked. We looked at the rows of polish and I pointed out a color.

“That will be beautiful on you,” I said. “It will match your eyes.”

Wendy blushed.

“This one will match your eyes,” she said.

“No,” I said. “I’m going with this one.”

I pointed to a bright blue bottle.

She looked me up and down with a puzzled look on her face. She obviously thought it wasn’t right with my conservative gray suit and ruffled black blouse. I leaned close to her ear.

“It matches my panties,” I said with a wink. Wendy blushed in response.

We continued to chat and laugh as the ladies did our nails. There was an instant rapport between us. We each had another drink.

I refused to let Wendy pay for me when they’d finished. And she refused to let me pay for her. So we each paid our own bill. Then we walked back around the building to the deserted alley where our cars waited.

“I had a great time,” I said. “I think we clicked. And I’m not just saying that because you’re cute,” I added.

Wendy blushed again.

“Thanks,” she said. “I had a great time, too.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“And I think you’re cute, too,” she said shyly.

“Just cute?” I asked playfully. “I usually strive for sexy.”

“Oh,” she said slowly. “I didn’t mean too…I mean, you are,” she said. “I think you’re very sexy.”

I flashed a wicked grin.

“Oh,” I said suddenly. “I almost forgot.”

I quickly opened the top two buttons on my blouse. I held my fingernails between my cleavage against my bright blue bra.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Did I pick the right color? Does it match?”

She blushed for a third time. Then she nodded slowly. She bit her lower lip like a nervous school girl deciding if she should make a bold move.

“It matches,” she said nervously. “But I thought you said you chose it to match your panties. How do I know they’re the same color?”

I felt my face light up with a grin.

“Are you asking to see?” I questioned.

She shook her head playfully.

“No,” she said. “I’m just asking. I’ll take your word.”

“It sound like you doubt me. Like you want to see,” I teased.

She bit her lip again. She was the perfect image of the grown up All American girl.

“What would you do?” Wendy asked. “Show me?”

“I showed you my bra.”

“That’s not the same,” she protested. “You only had to open a few buttons. It’s not the same pulling up that tight skirt.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to hike up my tight skirt? You want me to wiggle it up my thighs right here in the alley so you can see my blue satin panties?”

She glanced up and down the alley anxiously.

“You wouldn’t,” she said. “Right here? In broad daylight?”

I grabbed the hem of my skirt and playfully started to lift it. It got high enough that she could see the lacy top of my black thigh-high stockings.

She quickly reached out with a giggle and grabbed my wrist.

“No, stop!” she said with a laugh.

“OK,” I said. “I promise they match, though.”

I stood up and moved my lips close to Wendy’s ear. My big titties rubbed against her breasts.

“But I won’t tell you what kind they are,” I whispered. “You’ll just have to image that if you won’t take a peak. What do you think? Bikini? Hipster? Thong?”

I pulled back and winked at her. Wendy’s breathing had changed. I could tell she was aroused. She put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back.

“I don’t do this sort of thing,” she said quietly.

“What sort of thing?” I asked coyly. “We’re just too women talking about fashion.”

She sighed and offered a kind grin.

“Oh, is that all we’re doing?” she said sarcastically. But there wasn’t any menace in her tone.

“Sure,” I said.

I could tell she was dying to give into temptation. I didn’t want to scare her off, but I wasn’t going to back down and let her off the hook either.

“We can change the subject,” I said. “We don’t have to talk about my panties.”

“To what?” she asked cautiously.

“What about yours?” I asked.

She couldn’t help flashing a grin. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

I took her hand in mind.

“Tell me,” I said. “Does this baby blue polish only match your eyes?”

“Only my eyes,” she said with a smile.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Maybe you forgot what you’re wearing. You said you’ve had a tough day. Do you know what you put on this morning after your shower?”

“I know,” she responded. Her voice was getting husky.

“Let me see,” I commanded.

“No!” she protested. “I can’t”

“Come on,” I said. “It’s not like you have to wiggle a skirt up. You can just pull down the waist band on those pants and give me a little peak.”

She considered it for a moment before shaking her head.

“I can’t,” she said.

“Well then what about your bra?” I asked.

I took a step close to her and grabbed the zipper Kurtköy Escort on her velour hoodie. I slowly pulled it down. Her white tank top clung to perfectly shaped tits. I could see her lacy pink bra through the thin white cotton.

“Let me see,” I said again.

I hooked my finger in the neckline and pulled the tank top down just enough to see the pale pink bra.

“Pretty,” I whispered. I put my lips to her ear again. “Do your panties match?”

She shook her head again.

“Show me,” I commanded.

She shook her head a third time.

I looked her dead in her pretty blue eyes. And then I pressed my lips to hers for the first time. It was a soft, tender kiss. A small sigh came from deep inside Wendy.

“Show me,” I said in a firmer tone.

“No,” she whispered. Her voice was getting very husky.

I cupped her breast gently. With my free hand, I pulled the zipper on her jacket all the way down. The tight tank top clung to her tiny waist.

“Then I’m just going to peak,” I said.

She didn’t stop me as I hooked a thumb in the elastic of her velour pants. I pulled the pants away from her body and looked down. Wendy was wearing zebra print hipsters trimmed in pink lace that was much brighter than her bra.

“Both pink,” I said.

“Different shade,” she responded between quick breaths.

“Kiss me again,” she suddenly said.

I pushed my lips to hers again. They parted and my tongue slid into Wendy’s mouth. I leaned into her so our tits rubbed together again.

“Are they wet?” I asked.

Wendy nodded.

“Let me feel,” I commanded.

I slid my hand inside her pants. I worked my way down between her thighs. The fabric of her panties was drenched. I cupped her hot pussy with my hand and rubbed gently as we kissed again.

“Is it a thong?” she asked.

I pulled away and shot her a puzzled look. In all the excitement I’d forgotten my teasing earlier.

“Are you wearing a thong?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Bikini,” I said.

“I don’t believe you,” she said coyly. “You have to show me.”

Now it was my turn to glance up and down the alley. We were still alone and there were no other cars.

“OK,” I said. “Right here?”

She thought about it for a second.

“How about in the car?” she asked.

I quickly agreed.

Wendy’s hands were shaking with anticipation as she dug through her purse for the keys. She pressed the key fob and we hopped into the backseat. Wendy started fumbling with the car seat. I started fondling Wendy.

She tossed the seat over the bench and into the cargo area. I pushed her onto her back. She spread her thighs and I positioned myself between them and on top of her. We kissed one another passionately. I shrugged out of my blazer. Then I took Wendy’s hand and put it on my ass near the zipper of my skirt.

“Do you still want to see?” I asked.

She nodded and grasped the zipper between her fingers. She pulled it down quickly. Then she grabbed the waist of my skirt and started pushing it down my hips. She ran her hands over my blue satin panties and cupped my ass.

“You’re so sexy,” she said.

I kissed her lips and neck. I moved down and kissed her cleavage.

“So are you,” I responded.

I stared unbuttoning my blouse. Wendy’s eyes were glued to my big tits. I pulled her head to them. She nervously kissed the tops of my breasts.

She paused for a second.

“I’ve only done this once,” she said. “With a woman. Well, more than once. But always with the same person. And it was way back in college. It was years ago.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “I’ll show you how.”

I dropped to my knees on the floorboard. I shrugged out of my blouse. Wendy sat up and I knelt between her legs in bra, panties, and stockings. She ran her fingers through my long dark hair.

“Show me your tits,” I said.

Wendy took off her jacket and tossed it aside. She pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it playfully in my direction. I reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra. The underwire thrust her gorgeous tits up and out.

“Play with them,” I said.

She looked at me with lust. Then she started rubbing and teasing her hard pink nipples. I reached for her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Then I pulled down her panties.

I brought my tongue to her beautiful furry pussy and licked the edges.

“Oh,” she gasped. “It’s been so long.”

“Since a woman went down on you?” I asked.

“Since ANYONE went down on me,” she moaned.

I started licking her cunt. Wendy’s ass wiggled back and forth on the leather seat as I ate her pussy. I teased the clit with my tongue and teeth. I pushed my thumb inside her and swirled it around. She started squealing loudly.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes. Just like that. It’s been so long!”

I kept my eyes on her tits as she played with them. Wendy kept her eyes locked on mine. I ran my tongue up and down her slit. I fucked her with my thumb. Her thighs started to quiver.

“Oh Betty,” she cried out. “I’m going Maltepe Escort to come.”

She put her hand on top of mine. I pistoned my thumb in and out of her hot pussy. And then she climaxed. Her squeals were loud enough to hurt my ears.

When she was finished I joined her on the bench. We kissed one another hungrily. Wendy reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. My huge titties spilled out into her hands. I pulled her lips to my hard nipples and she suckled them like a hungry baby. She put her hand between my thighs and pushed my panties aside. I could feel the cool breeze on my freshly shaved pussy lips.

Wendy plunged two fingers into my gash. I felt them pumping in and out of me. I kissed her neck and shoulders as continued sucking my tits.

“Fuck me, baby,” I pleaded. “Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

Wendy finger fucked me harder.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded between short breaths. “Fuck me, baby. Don’t stop.”

She sped up. I felt her teeth pulling at my nipple. I threw my head back and called out her name. And then I started to come. I clenched my thighs tight on her hand. I could feel her fingers buried deep inside me. My entire body shuddered as pleasure washed through me. Getting off did nothing to cool me down. I only wanted more.

I was still catching my breath when there was a hard knock on the window. We both jumped. The windows were so steamy that we could barely see through them, but there was definitely a man looking in.

“Hey there,” he shouted through the glass. “What are you doing here? What are you doing outside my shop?”

Wendy and I were both frozen for a second. Then I started grabbing clothes.

“Hold on,” I called out. “Just a minute.”

I put on my suit jacket and buttoned it over my exposed titties. Wendy quickly put on her jacket and zipped it. She left her wet panties on the floorboard and pulled up her pants. I found her key fob and cracked the rear window enough to see out.

“What are you doing here?” the man repeated.

He was Indian and looked to be about 40. He had a half-smoked cigarette in one hand. I noticed the back door of a nearby shop was propped open with a brick. I realized he must have come out for a smoke.

“We’re sorry,” I said. “We were just leaving.”

“Are you fucking outside my shop?” he demanded with a thick accent. “You are not going anywhere. This is not legal. I am going to call the police.”

“Please don’t,” I pleaded.

He squinted his eye and stared into the car. I saw him look at the car seat discarded in the back. Then he looked at Wendy. He must have seen her ring.

“You there,” he said to Wendy. “Does your husband know you are here? Does he know what you do? I will call the police so they can tell him he married a whore.”

He tossed his cigarette aside. He dug in his pocket for his cell phone. I quickly grabbed the car door and jumped out to stop him. I grabbed his hand.

“Please. Please don’t. We’ll leave,” I said.

He looked me up and down. I was half-dressed and standing in the alley in broad daylight. I was suddenly very aware that I was wearing nothing but heels, stockings, panties, and a hastily buttoned low-cut suit jacket that did little to conceal my big titties. The man stared at me like a carnivore eyeing his next meal.

He was actually very handsome. Although he was older, he was very fit and had gorgeous, thick dark hair. He had the square chin and broad chest of a movie star. He wore brown corduroy plants and a gray pullover sweater over a white dress shirt. I noticed he had a wedding ring on.

I held his hand tightly in mine.

“Her husband doesn’t have to find out,” I said.

I lifted his hand to my chest and held it close to my cleavage.

“Does your wife have to know everything you do?” I asked.

His dark brown eyes locked onto mine. And then they drifted down to my tits. I brought his hand down so he could cup my breast. It excited me. I liked that I was seducing him. And I liked the power that I suddenly felt. Once again, I’d spotted someone who wanted to be bad. And I wanted to take advantage of that desire.

“Nobody’s spouse has to find out about anything,” I said seductively.

I noticed a tent growing in his trousers.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He told me his name was Raj.

“Why don’t you put your phone away, Raj?” I asked.

He just stared at me. He held his phone in one hand and my tit in the other.

“Do you like my big titties?” I asked. “Put your phone away and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I can see titties on the internet all day,” he responded. “You cannot bribe me by showing me titties.”

“But I’m not a porn star.” I said.

“Who said porn star?” he demanded. “Girls are stupid today. They send pictures of their titties to everyone. I can see all kinds of titties on the internet. Not just porn stars.”

“This isn’t the internet,” I responded. “My tits are right here in front of you.”

“Big deal,” he responded. “I can go to the strip club and have titties in my face all night. I can get a lap dance and touch stripper titties all night.”

“Will a stripper let you fuck her titties?” I asked. “Put your phone away and you can fuck my titties, Raj.”

His jaw dropped in shock. And then he put the phone away. I walked back to the car.

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The Second Door

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“There he is.” I thought, as I walked into the room where an informal reception was being held. “Damn, Damn, Damn…” kept running through my mind as I saw him standing in the center. “You are not attracted to him, he is your friend, you have a boyfriend.” I repeated the mantra to myself as he abruptly ended his conversation and started walking towards me and I found myself taking the steps to meet him halfway.

I’ve known Tom for a few weeks, we had become good friends on this trip and had clearly established the boundaries of our friendship; we had taken a road trip and hung out without any problems, what the hell had changed? I hadn’t seen him the entire weekend, and yet I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him and seeing him standing there had made my stomach drop. I knew the feeling was mutual, I could see it in his eyes as he walked forward and reached down to hug me hello. I could feel his muscles tense as I put my arms around his waist and he pressed me closer to him so that my head was pressed against his chest. This was not our first hug, but it was unlike any that had passed between us. For the first time I was aware of his swimmer’s body and found myself wanting to trace all the contours of his muscles.

We were in the middle of a crowded room, we had to separate quickly, but as we ended the hug he let his hands slide across my shoulders in a subtle caress. We stepped back and tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that neither of us had felt the spark and the reluctance to let go. We were friends and simply hadn’t seen each other in a while. That was it. We exchanged stories and caught up on the latest gossip. I don’t even remember what was said, I couldn’t really think straight. We stood there talking and it was undeniable that there was electricity between us, it felt like the whole room was watching us and just waiting for the sparks to fly. Neither of us knew how to handle it, the things we were saying didn’t matter and we couldn’t say what was really on our minds, so we both found a way to extract ourselves from the conversation and hastily moved away from the center of the room.

I found myself in a conversation with a group of other women, and the topic was safe clothes and shoes. I’d worn one of my favorite casual outfits, a black tube top with a short denim skirt and a new five inch pair of heels. How I could walk in those shoes was a favorite topic of conversation amongst this group and we’d been down this road many times, I gave the same responses I always did and wondered why it was such a big deal; I was simply more comfortable in heels because I’d worn them so long. As the conversation drifted around shoes I found myself looking around the room pretending I was just studying the crowd when Tom suddenly appeared by my side and put his hand around my small waist leaning down to whisper in my ear, “You look amazing, those heels make your legs look miles long.”

I must’ve blushed as I thanked him, we’d never exchanged serious compliments, we were buddies damn it! I didn’t know what to say next but I was spared as someone called me from across the room and I got engaged in another conversation. He let his hand linger on my waist as I pulled away to join the others and I could feel him watching me walk across the room.

The reception was winding down and I was grateful for the opportunity to get out of the room, someone shouted the name of a nearby bar and we all agreed to walk there. The one problem with heels, however, is that I rarely can keep pace with the group and it’s common for me to lag behind everyone. I don’t mind, and my friends usually slow down and walk with me. Today was no different, except that it was Tom who slowed down and kept me company. We walked companionably in silence for a block until the rest of the group was far enough ahead to not hear us.

“I missed you this weekend, what are we going to do about this?” Tom asked, clearly referring to the dilemma of our attraction.

“I don’t know, I’ve been trying to deny it.” Was my brilliant reply as I stumbled across some cobblestones forcing Tom to grab my arm. So much for always being able to walk in heels, I thought.

“I’m really attracted to you.” Tom stated.

“You know how I feel about you, Tom, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” I hedged as we got to the bar.

This was our normal hang out so it was not surprising to see everybody at the bar, even those who hadn’t made the reception. What was surprising was how crowded the bar was and how stifling it was inside. I found my girls and made my way over to sit next to them, I needed to escape Tom and my feelings for him. I sat down and ordered a Long Island and tried to join the conversation, but my heart wasn’t into it… I kept scanning the bar to see where he was and whether he was looking for me. We kept making eye contact but both of us knew it was better not to approach the other. I was grateful when the girls decided to go smoke, I went with them to get fresh air and found the object of my evasion standing outside with the boys. I stayed in conversation with Ataşehir Escort the girls and he stayed talking with the boys, both of us were completely aware of the other; knowing each other’s exact relative position. One by one, our friends started streaming inside, I couldn’t face the atmosphere inside and I lingered outside with the smokers, as did Tom even though neither of us smoked. Finally the inevitable happened, we were left outside by ourselves.

“What are you drinking?” He asked.

“Long Island.” I replied, as he raised his eyebrows and smirked.

“That sounds good; I think I’ll get one.” He said and went inside while I stayed outside; I knew he’d come back out. Long Island Iced Tea was our drink of choice on the road trip. We had gone on the trip with two other guys, and all pitched in for the car, the room, the gas, etc. We’d stayed out all night drinking and dancing coming back to our communal room at 6am. That night was one of the most amazing I’d had, I don’t normally drink that much, or dance for that matter; but Tom had me on the dance floor until I thought I would drop! I don’t know what made me order it, I don’t usually drink it but he chose to read all kinds of things into it, and maybe I wanted him to.

He came back out holding his drink and still smirking, “It’s really hot in there, wanna go closer to the river?”

The river was just across the street and I agreed thinking it may not be a great idea to tempt fate but I figured what’s the harm, and we definitely needed to talk. We strolled across the street and sat down on the railing of the bridge, just sipping our drinks and watching the water. He was a ball of unleashed energy, standing up in front of me, and I felt the butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“I like you. You are the most amazing woman I’ve met. When you stood up the first day at orientation, I knew you were a woman. Every guy in that room was talking about you and how good you looked; we took a vote.” Tom said and gently put his hand on my naked knee.

I avoided his gaze but picked his hand up and held it. It felt wrong to let him touch me, but I couldn’t let him go. “You know I’m attracted to you, but I have a boyfriend and I won’t do anything to compromise that relationship and lose his trust. I love him and even though I don’t know what’s going on here with us, I won’t be that girl. I won’t cheat on him, I can’t.” I said and finally looked up at him.

“Stop analyzing, just enjoy the moment. There’s nobody here, nobody has to know. Just relax, don’t think about the future. Live in the moment. I like you, you like me; there is nothing else in this moment.” Tom said to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I leaned my head towards him so that it was resting on his chest, the pull towards him and between us was magnetic but it was a sign of contrition as I told him, “I can’t think about just this moment. It will be over and the universe will come back, and I’ll have to face the consequences of whatever happens. I want to be able to look my boyfriend in the eye when I see him, and I want to be able to look in the mirror at myself without feeling guilt.”

“Why are you out here?” He asked me. “If you’re not interested, why are you out here with me? Why am I out here with you? There are other girls out there who are interested, why am I still out here with you? Why am I still attracted to you?” He continued while pressing me closer and rubbing my back, as if to soften his words and tell me they were said in frustration, not in an attempt to hurt.

I knew if I raised my head he would kiss me, and I could say that it didn’t count because he initiated it. But I chose not to raise my head; instead I turned it to the side as I felt his arms around me and his abs were pressed against my cheek. I could feel him lower his head to kiss and smell my hair.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m here.” I said and put my arms on his sides as if to push him away. I could feel his muscles and ribs, and I didn’t want to stop touching them and put my hands down. “Maybe I shouldn’t be here, in fact I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I really like you and I thought we were friends, and I thought we could stay friends. We were fine, what happened, where did we go wrong? I thought the boundaries were all set, you knew I had a boyfriend, and I thought you wanted to get back with your ex. We weren’t supposed to be attracted to each other! I won’t sleep with you. Maybe it’s better if we weren’t friends, pretend that the other doesn’t exist?”

He pressed me closer and held on to me tightly. “Look nothing really matters, you’re over-thinking everything. Nothing has to happen, let’s just enjoy the night and have fun, can we do that?”

“Just have fun?” I asked, not certain of what he meant but hopeful that we could salvage our friendship, “Do you want to go back to the bar?”

He agreed and we headed back, only to find the bar was closed and all our friends gone. “How long were we out there?” I asked rhetorically as we automatically headed back to our homes. We lived Kadıköy Escort off the same square, and Tom was a great guy always making sure that there was someone to walk me home; on the few nights that our groups had separated he’d called to make sure I’d gotten in safely. Our walk was quiet, there was not much to say, we’d agreed to just have fun, but what that meant to each of us was something that remained unexplored, until we got to my door.

“Thanks for walking me home, Tom, I’ll see you tomorrow OK? I’m really glad we talked and tried to sort this out.” I said as I started unlocking the first of two doors to get into my building. At the same moment a group of noisy people started walking by and decided to pause right outside my building.

“Let’s step inside.” Tom suggested, and I let him in through the first door. We stood in the vestibule and hugged good night. It was the kind of hug that just lingers and has no end. My arms were around his sides and his were around my shoulders.

He felt so good at that moment; I couldn’t resist raising my head to look at him. His eyes were full of lust as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful; you’re killing me.” I was looking at him, trapped in his gaze, wanting to feel him, to kiss him as he lowered his head and made contact with my lips. I was lost, I didn’t want to pull back and I didn’t have the willpower to try. I’d been denying this for weeks, and I was tired, this was what I wanted. To feel him, to feel his hands on me, to feel his lips brush against mine.

He moved his right hand to the nape of my neck and angled my head so that our lips met more fully. He used his left hand to press my waist closer to him, and my arms tightened around him. His kisses were becoming more urgent, and insistent, as his hand left my waist to caress my back. He was so gentle, and yet so persuasive my mouth opened to him of its own volition. He groaned as my mouth invited his tongue inside and my arms started to explore the planes of his back.

He pushed me against the second door, and continued his onslaught of my mouth. We fell through the door together and he picked me up to carry me inside the elevator. Soon we were inside my efficiency standing there just kissing, as fevered as we were, he seemed in no rush to go further and I realized that he was waiting for my to take the initiative. Ever the gentleman, I understood that he wanted me to make the decision and not be a passive participant.

I took his hands in mine and gently tugged at him to walk towards the center of my room. There was no mistaking my decisiveness, as the only place to go was the bed. I slid my hands back to his sides as we continued exploring each other’s mouths and bodies.

He slid his hands across my bare shoulders causing me to purr my response in his mouth, and suck on his tongue in appreciation. I wanted to feel his chest, his shoulders; explore them, kiss them and finally feel them pressing against my naked body. I reached for the top button of his shirt and confidently undid all the buttons, finally tugging the sleeves off. I brushed my hands lightly across his chest, and tore my mouth off his to taste his naked skin. He was tanned, and toned, and I pressed my lips to his collarbone, flicking my tongue out to trace the muscled indentations. Suddenly I heard a growl and found myself lying on my back in bed.

He had my clothes off in seconds with my arms pinned to my sides as he started exploring my body. He was back to kissing my neck, sucking on an especially sensitive spot behind my ear and causing me to moan. I wanted to press his chest closer, and kiss him back, but he was having none of it. He let me make the decision to go further and now he was in charge. He kept kissing my neck and started to trail his kisses down to the valley between my breasts. My eyes were closed and my head was tilted back in delight, when he stopped. He took my arms and brought them above my head, holding them with his left hand and cupping my face with his right.

“Look at me.” He demanded, as he brought his face level to mine.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were looking deep into mine as he pressed our lips together then moved his face back an inch. He maintained eye contact as he moved his right hand lower to caress my breast, watching my face as I struggled to focus on him and not close my eyes again. He let his thumb graze over my nipple, causing it to stand up higher. Slowly he moved his head down to my breast, still never letting his eyes leave mine, as his lips closed around my nipple causing my body to arch and meet his hand and mouth.

He brought his other hand down and started playing with both my breasts as he alternated sucking on each. I couldn’t take it anymore and struggled to reach him to kiss him back. I still wanted my chance to explore his body, and this time he didn’t stop me as I rubbed and caressed him. Allowing my hands, lips, and tongue to learn the texture of him; the taste of his skin; and the smell of his cologne.

He was still wearing his pants, so I reached out Bostancı Escort and undid his belt. He watched my hands as I unclasped the button and pulled down the zipper and then his pants; leaving him only in his boxers. He was clearly erect and I couldn’t resist running my hand lightly over his hardness. I looked up at him as I reached my hand inside his waistband to feel his length, skimming my fingers down his shaft to caress his balls before wrapping them around his dick.

He stilled completely and I used the opportunity to slide his boxers down his legs. Still looking him in the eye, I licked my lips and took him in my mouth. I slid my mouth and hand simultaneously down to his balls, while running my tongue gently around his cockhead. He threw his head back and groaned in response to my ministrations, but I was not going to ease up. I continued my movements, adding a twisting motion with my hand that added an entirely new dimension to his pleasure.

Without saying a word, he pushed my away and in one fluid movement tore my thong down my body. He pushed my thighs apart and kneeled down between my legs. I felt so open and vulnerable as he lowered his head and started kissing my thighs. He tongued and kissed his way up and down both thighs until I was writhing in anticipation of feeling his tongue on my clit. My senses were overwrought as he took his forefinger and gently slipped it between my labia just lightly enough to tease my senses. I gasped and my hips arched to get more contact from him, but he was anticipating my move and withdrew his hand completely.

“You’re so wet, I can’t wait to feel you around me,” He whispered as he licked his finger and started tracing the path his finger had taken with his tongue. Around my clit, and back down several times, until he started focusing his attention exclusively where I wanted it most.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I half-moaned half-whispered, “You’re going to make me come! I want to feel you inside me!” I managed to gasp out.

He glanced up at my to make sure I knew he was listening, but didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he simply sucked harder on my clit letting his tongue tease it in a way that was driving me crazy. My body was arching and winding tighter as he continued his assault, I couldn’t hold still and wanted him in me. He could tell I was getting close, my body was tensing and I was moaning non-stop. He pushed a finger inside of me, and when I gasped for more wanting his cock, he added another finger and stroked the flesh inside until he found my g-spot. That was more than my senses could take, and I screamed as my body bowed and arched in orgasm. My muscles were contracting and yet, he wasn’t stopping, he lifted his face to watch me and let his thumb stroke my clit through the aftershocks.

As my body started calming down, I reached and pulled him to my, kissing him and holding him tight. “That was amazing, I’ve haven’t come like that in a long time.” I told him between breaths and kisses.

He grinned, and said, “We’ll see what we can do about that,” and continued to kiss me.

I was not one to lay back and relax, and reached down to take matters in my own hands. Wedging my hand between us, I found him still hard and ready to go. I tilted my hips and used my thighs to press him closer to me.

He lifted himself up on his elbows and watched my face as I guided his cock to the entrance of my body. I was wet and ready for him, and he slipped inside of me with only a little resistance causing us both to sigh in pleasure. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, expecting him to thrust himself all the way inside of me. He surprised me and pulled back instead, eliciting a whimper from me.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m coming back.” He whispered in my ear, and slowly glided back inside. Nearly entering halfway before withdrawing. I tried to pin him in place, and force him to fill me completely, but he had his own plan. He kept me guessing, and teasing both our senses for what felt like hours. Every time I thought he would finally be all the way in me, he would pull back.

“You are so tight, you feel so good around my cock.” He said through clenched teeth.

My breathing was ragged, and I was gasping for breath. I was trying to hold onto him and make him join with me completely, but he was intent on his task. His breath was steady and he seemed fully in control of his senses, body, and timing. I was clawing at him, moaning, and writhing underneath him.

“God damn it, fuck me hard! I want you inside of me all the way! Please!” I almost sobbed in frustration.

He stopped what he was doing and looked down at me telling me to be patient and kissing me gently. He slid out of me almost completely then, and I whispered, “Give it to me.” He gazed at me intently with a wolfish grin, and I felt him shift his weight and wrap his arms around my body. “Yessss!” I moaned in anticipation. And he entered me with a series of shallow thrusts that left me breathless and sobbing with incompletion. I was mindless with need, wanting him to fill me completely and come with him inside of me. I managed to plead with him as he kept thrusting inside of me. “I want to come, make me come, please – I can’t take it anymore!” And finally, he pushed himself all the way inside, forcing my needy flesh yield to him and hitting my cervix.

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The Senior Trip Ch. 09

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SENIOR TRIP 9 (of 12)

Linda was still ?lled with unexpected sexual excitement, aroused by the spanking, the unbelievable intimacy of what she had seen, and, certainly not least, by the brief physical contact with Judy’s nether and rear “charms.” However, with these “incidental” activities out of the way, she was able to focus on their plans for the next day. Actually, she became quite excited in a different way as she sprang a pleasant surprise on the kids. “Tomorrow morning, we are going to do something I’ve been looking forward to all week! We are going to the zoo and see the pandas!” There was an immediate uproar as soon as she spoke, the others practically dancing at the news. Once again, she was the recipient of numerous hugs, even from Kenny who was not given to such displays. When the hubbub ?nally died down, Linda went on, “We’ll probably be there most of the day and, when we’re ready, we’ll go downtown for a last look around. Then, if things work out, we’ll still get that night tour of the city. The concierge thinks that there should be no trouble using tonight’s tickets.”

That news also brought forth cries of joy — except from Angela and Judy who pretended rage at the idea that they had received serious punishment when their lateness really hadn’t caused any real damage to the others. “I think that we should get to spank Mrs. Kramer for not telling us about this before we were spanked! She wasn’t fair to us!” Fortunately for Linda, they were kidding, for the idea had some appeal to the others, picturing what she would look like in Judy’s position. In any case, shortly thereafter, the four girls left for their rooms, leaving Linda and Kenny alone.

As might be surmised, within a very short time, the two of them were engaged in an energetic bout of fucking. Kenny’s cock had never lost its hardness from watching the spanking and sex show, and, of course, Linda had endured so many erotic thrills that she was approaching orgasm as Kenny entered. Consequently, the screwing was vigorous and short, their climaxes coming very quickly — but their sexual passion was not satis?ed, the fires only subsiding for a brief rest. They talked of what they had seen, particularly Judy’s performance, speculating as to whether her exposure was inadvertent or deliberate. Linda even told him of touching Judy intimately and how it excited her. That conversation fueled the ?ames again, and they prepared for another bout. However, as Linda rolled onto her back and raised her legs, Kenny stopped her, saying “I want to try something different.” He had her put her legs back down and, taking her by the shoulder, he turned her over on her stomach. Reaching over to the bedside table, he picked up a small tube, explaining, “I bought this at a drugstore at the mall.”

Removing the lid of the tube, he squeezed a glob of the contents onto his ?nger and told her, spread your legs now and reaches back and hold yourself open.” Linda, puzzled, did as he asked, startled enough by his request not ask questions, pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her anus. Kenny put his ?nger directly on her asshole and gently inserted it inside, liberally spreading a lubricant in and around the opening. Suddenly, the light dawned and she realized

what were his intentions. “Oh, Kenny, no! I can’t do that! Come on, fuck me again the regular way!”

Not to be deterred, Kenny simply said, “Yes you can! Look, we both know that you really love being played with back here. I’ve had my ?ngers all the way in you almost every time lately. There’s nothing wrong with anal intercourse — even the marriage manuals say that it’s an acceptable alternative to regular screwing. Here, doesn’t this feel good?” With that, he slipped his ?nger deep into her anal passage and moved it in and out, causing an involuntary matching movement with her hips. “See, it feels good and doesn’t hurt!”

“Kenny, I just don’t think we should. In any case, you cock is a lot thicker than your ?nger, and probably won’t go in, not without hurting, anyway!” He noticed her movement form a moral to a practical problem and proceeded as if she had agreed to try. “Raise up,” he said, sliding a pillow under her stomach and, then, moving between her spread legs. Squeezing out more of the lubricant, he coated his cock and leaned forward. Maltepe Escort “Now, pull yourself open so I can see your asshole.” Not put off by his language at that point, Linda did as she was instructed, opening herself to his penetration. He placed the head of his cock at the opening, pushed gently forward, and with no real effort, slid past her sphincter and into her ass. Once the head was in, he paused to let her get used to the intrusion, and then began gently pushing in, pulling out part way, and going back in a little further. Bit-by-bit, he got in deeper, stretching the passageway slowly. To Kenny, the feeling was like entering a very tight cunt that gradually opened wider as he progressed. The tightness of the sphincter around his cock was a continual stimulus, as was the tight sheathe he was penetrating. In an inch, out one-half inch, back in an inch and one-half, back out an inch…..until, ?nally, his stomach and pubic hair was tight against her ass, his balls against her cunt. At that point, ecstatic that he was completely in, he ground his pelvis hard against her, pushing as deeply as possible.

For Linda, it was, of course, a very peculiar sensation. When the head of his cock slipped past the sphincter, her anal muscles involuntarily tightened, squeezing the cock and effectively stopping any further easy entry. Committed to letting him enter, though, she almost immediately forced herself to relax those muscles, and the slow progression began. At ?rst, she just lay there, letting him use her ass, feeling, without any great excitement, the probing alternating with withdrawal that permitted him to go deeper and deeper. She waited for it to hurt, but there was no particular discomfort, just a feeling of being stuffed, of being ?lled, of being stretched. However, as the fear of pain ebbed and he continued the in and out motion, the feeling of being screwed in a perverse way began to have an effect and she began to react more positively. At first, she wasn’t actually thinking so much of this being a sex act, being more concerned about that possible pain and trying to accommodate herself to this unique entry. Actually, she wasn’t thinking at all, her mind a mélange of muddled images without focus. Suddenly, she felt Kenny’s pelvis and stomach come tight against her bottom, grinding against her and forcing himself completely into her ass. At that point, a thought ?ashed across her mind, sharply clearing away the muddle, “My god, I’m being buggered….sodomized! He’s all the way in my bottom…..my god, I don’t believe it!” Somehow, thinking coherently about what was happening, and putting a name, to it made it a great deal more real — and more exciting! With that thought coursing through her head, her body reacted by a sudden jerk upward, causing Kenny hesitate and ask, “Is it hurting? Shall I go slower?”

“No…..no…it doesn’t hurt, it just feels….different….I don’t know, just different.” Despite his sexual excitement which dominated his thinking, Kenny laughingly replied, “Of course it feels different! I’m fucking your ass, not your cunt!” Then, hopefully, “Does it feel good? Do you like it?” As he asked, he began a slow in and out motion, almost withdrawing completely and then going in the whole way. This slow fucking began sending shivers of pleasure through her, augmented by her obvious awareness that this was an “unnatural” pleasure.”

“Yes, it does feel good, but it shouldn’t! You’re….you’re…..buggering me!”

“No, Linda, I’m fucking your ass! I’m ass-fucking you!”

“Oh, Kenny! Don’t say it that way…..it sounds awful!” Even as she spoke, Linda was well aware of a secret thrill that went through her as he said it. It’s well known that in the throes of sexual excitement, women (and men, of course) revel in coarse or obscene language that they never would use in regular conversations. This certainly had applied to Linda earlier in their affair (using the word “fucking,” for example) and definitely was the case here — as her involuntary jerking upward against Kenny showed. Consequently, taking her physical reaction as a hint, Kenny forced the issue.

“Yes, Linda, I’m ass-fucking you. My cock is in your asshole! Come on, honey, say it!”

“1 can’t! Please don’t make me say that, Kenny….I’d be İstanbul Escort horribly embarrassed!” Kenny continued the slow fucking, saying nothing, putting pressure on her by just being silent. The tempo gradually built up, and, as it did, she began lightly grunting, “uhh, uhh, uhh,” matching his rhythm. As her excitement mounted, she gave in, gasping out, “Yes, you’re fucking my ass….you’re fucking my ass…..you’re ass-fucking me,” the emphasis growing with the vigor of his movements. She continued forcing out the words, stimulated not only by the sex act, but by the words, themselves.

Kenny, his own arousal growing exponentially, pushed for more, panting from his efforts, he asked, “Where? Where is my cock?”

Without even hesitating, Linda replied with words that in other circumstances never could have crossed her lips: “You’re cock is up my ass! It’s in my asshole! You’re cock is in my asshole and you’re ass-fucking me! I’m being buggered!” She rambled on, gasping out the words that became unintelligible as her passion mounted even higher. This was unlike a cunt- fucking because of her face-down position. However, in some way the very subservience of that position augmented the physical pleasure she was receiving from the cock driving in and out of her rectum. She was serving more as a receptacle, letting him use her ass for his satisfaction, her movements limited to raising her hips to help his more and more forceful plunges into her. Still, even that sense of being used, of being a sex object, added perversely to the appeal and excitement of her ?rst ass-fucking. She was never able to describe, even to herself, what was that appeal, but the psychological element of abasing herself was probably as great as the physical attraction.

Still, when the climax approached, it was the physical element that predominated. Kenny was almost out of control, his cock sliding in and out now with no impediment, the sheathe stretched to accommodate its size. For him, also, the psychological element was strong. He couldn’t see her face, only her back, making her more of a useful commodity rather than a person. This, of course, is why women normally do not like the rear entry position even when their cunts are screwed: they feel more like an object, like a cow mounted by a bull, than a valued partner. Still, as said before, on occasion, women do like that inferior position and even relish the role of servant. Regardless, the end result was inevitable and soon, Kenny’s motions became more and more abrupt, jerking hard against her, until ?nally, he ground the base of his cock against her ass as if he were trying to get even deeper inside, and jetted cum deep into her anal passage. He stayed there, tight against her, jerkin upwards, expelling every drop of semen, and, then, collapsed over her back.

For Linda, the orgasm was quite different from that in her cunt. It was more of a continual surge of pleasure than the sudden, dynamic explosion of a clitoral or vaginal clmax. Still, it left her panting and satis?ed and with a very peculiar feeling in her ass. Even after he pulled his cock out, it felt as if something was still inside, as if a phantom cock still ?lled her. From Kenny’s view, as he looked down at hips as he pulled back, her asshole still was a quarter- sized dark opening to a passage going deep into her body, a hole that slowly closed, the sphincter gradually returning to its tight, puckered normal condition. Linda was, of course, unaware of his scrutiny or, fortunately, of the condition of her anal opening, but as Kenny gently rolled her over and removed the pillow; she had a hard time looking at him. For the ?rst time in their brief affair, she was actually embarrassed, both about what had been done to her and, ?ushing as she remembered, what she had said. She attempted to hide her face in the pillow, causing Kenny to be concerned.

Pulling the pillow away, he asked, “What’s wrong, Linda? Didn’t you like it….did it hurt?”

Blushing profusely, not knowing quite what to say, she ?nally weakly explained, “Oh, no Kenny, it didn’t hurt at all and,” turning away again, “it felt very good….but…but I feel….funny, I guess, about it. I’ve never even thought of doing that before, and I just feel funny about it. And…and….saying Anadolu Yakası Escort things like that! I can’t believe that I said those things!”

“What things?”

“You know what things! And I’m not saying them again!”

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, she found herself face down again with Kenny’s hand poised over her defenseless bottom. “Well, Angela and Judy had their asses spanked tonight, so we might as well do yours too! However, after just fucking it, I hate to punish it because you’re so shy!” He emphasized his point with a vigorous slap.

“Ouch! Please, Kenny, no! Don’t make me say those things…..I’m embarrassed enough now!”

“You have no reason to be embarrassed! Now, come on!” Again, his command was emphasized, this time by slap, slap, one on each buttock.

“Oh, I can’t! ” Slap, slap, slap. “Ow! That hurts! Oh, damn it, you fucked my ass! You ass-fucked me! There!”

“One more.”

Oh, god, ok…..you put your cock into my asshole and fucked me! You buggered me, you ass-fucked me, you fucked my asshole!” Linda wouldn’t admit it to Kenny, but she found herself enjoying being forced to say those things, and when he turned her back over she made a playful grimace, saying impishly, “You want to completely corrupt me, don’t you! Well, you certainly have done a good job of it!” Then, more seriously, “You know, when we left Lynwood I’d never done anything like this. In four nights you’ve spanked me, had me every way possible, made me say things I never even thought of, much less said….gods, it’s a good thing we’re going home soon! I don’t know what you….or the girls….would have me doing if we stayed longer!”

I’ll bet you’ll miss this when you do get home, though.”

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re right. Certainly my husband would never dream of….of…fucking my asshole! See, I’m already corrupted! Now, if I’m suf?ciently debauched for one night, we’d better get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow!”

The following day was delightful. Linda was actually wearing her scarlet letter pin, delighting the girls and sending a sort of companionable sexual excitement through all of them. It was fun, all six of them sharing such a big secret! That, however, was only an early highlight to the start of a fascinating day. They arrived at the zoo and hurried to the panda area just in time to see them come out for the day. For over an hour they stood there watching the antics of the two animals, rolling around together, climbing trees, holding bamboo in their paws, etc. Finally, they left and toured the rest of the zoo, another of the many amenities they did not have in Lynwood. The animals were fascinating, of course, and they saw all of them, ending up, again, at the panda exhibition. They were there most of the day, leaving some time for another visit to the Smithsonian, a place in which they could have spent the entire ?ve days. They separated there, permitting each to explore what they found to be most interesting. However, everyone returned to the meeting place well ahead of the appointed time — not surprising alter the previous night! Thus, they had dinner and were in plenty of time for their delayed night time tour of Washington. The city was beautiful, the lights limning the monuments and White House, giving a completely different perspective from the day time views. They returned to the hotel, talked for a while, and then the girls went to their rooms to pack.

Linda and Kenny undressed as soon as the girls left, ready for their last night together, a thought that sobered both of them. As said before, this was not, by any means, a love affair, but in the last few days, their relationship certainly had become much more affectionate. Their different ages and positions had faded into insigni?cance and they were just two people rather than teacher and student. Consequently, there was a sentimental element as they lowered the lights and prepared for sex, knowing that the relationship would be very different back in Lynwood. After only a small amount of foreplay, Kenny got between Linda’s raised legs, entered her, and began the age-old motions of screwing. At ?rst, there was little ?re, far less heat than was normal when they were in bed, but, gradually, the in-and-out speeded up as passions built. Linda head was sideways, her eyes almost shut as she was increasingly lost in the throes of that passion. Suddenly, her concentration broken by a strange sound, her eyes ?ew open and she saw a vague ?gure standing in the doorway. She screamed, “Kenny, someone is over there!”

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The Repairman

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It was four-twenty five, and the roads were jammed with the usual rush hour congestion. I reached down and turned the vents of my AC grille toward my face, feeling the cool breeze across my flushed, sweaty forehead. It had been a very hard day; I had already done seven repair calls, and was feeling the overwhelming wave of fatigue that usually hit me at this hour of the day. I was looking forward to getting home and relaxing with a nice shower and a delicious meal. My mind wandered as I thought of being home; my castle, my domain. I loved it there; it was my reward for the hard work of my demanding job. Being an air conditioning technician in Southern Florida is difficult, but in all of the years that I had been doing it, I never wanted for something to because of lack of work. Everyone in the entire state had an air conditioner, and I was always very busy.

My mind wandered to my wife, to whom I had been married for five years. She would be home from her own demanding job by now, and would be cooking, anticipating me walking in the door. Her smiling face flashed in my mind, and I thought of her soft, warm body pressed against my, her hands caressing me gently. I paused in my thoughts, shaking my head. Lately, it seemed, all of my thoughts had, in one way or another, led to explicit sexual fantasies. I spent the entire workday fantasizing about various situations, usually involving any attractive woman that crossed my path! I had never even considered being unfaithful to my wife, but the fantasies always helped me to deal with the day’s drudgery.

I was now forty years old, this particular “birthday event” being a semi-traumatic incident in my life. When I was younger, forty seemed so old! Ancient! Every day, I would look at myself in the mirror, searching my face for signs of old age. I was about five foot six, around one hundred and fifty pounds. My hair closely cropped and I proudly sported a goatee beard that was increasingly appearing to change color before my very eyes.

“There it is! Another gray hair!” I would say, my wife shaking her head, laughing under her breath at my vanity.

I had begun a daily exercise regimen, involving running, sit-ups, and other routines, and had succeeded in losing a large amount of the weight that I had accumulated in my thirties. I was finally at the same weight that I had been in high school, and had never felt better physically in my life. However, no matter how hard I tried, the specter of my impending mortality refused to leave my mind.

The one thing that I did not expect was the increase in my sex drive. It seemed I was always horny! The smallest thing could set me off; a passing glance from an attractive woman, a sexy walk, a nice pair of legs, sometimes just a woman’s voice, or her eyes. My appreciation of the opposite sex had increased exponentially with my age.

Even now, as I sat in the crawling parade of rush hour traffic, I thought of my wife’s naked body, laying in wait on our queen sized bed, her legs spread invitingly…..

RRRRRRRRRRRIINNNGGGG…

Suddenly, the sound of my cell phones ringer nearly made me jump out of my skin! I angrily picked it up from its dash-mounted holder, pushed the “answer” button, and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Nick?”

“Yeah.”

“This is Ron.”

“Yeah. I know. What up?”

“Got one more call for ya, Slick.”

I groaned audibly.

“Oh, come on! I’ve been killin’ myself today!”

“Yeah, Nick, I know, but you’re the best we’ve got, and this is a regular customer! Help me out here, Bud!”

I grew silent, a sure sign to my boss that I was consenting.

“Ah, what the hell. I could use the overtime. Where is it?”

“Ritzy place on the island. Some rich lady, a Mrs. Ashley. Pays cash and I hear she tips, too!”

I smiled. “Yeah, right, that’s what you always say, Ron.”

“21 Ocean Way. Use the service entrance.”

“Whatever. Thanks Ron.”

I then called my wife, letting her know that I would be working late again. I hated the disappointment in her voice at this news. She loved me so much, and worried about me constantly.

I set down the phone, let out a big sigh, and looked for the next exit off the Interstate.

I found the address painted on a sign in front of a pair of high, wooden gates. I turned my van into the driveway, and stopped next to a small security station. Rolling my window down as I pushed the button marked “CALL”.

Nothing.

I pushed it again, harder.

Still nothing.

Disgusted, I started to roll my window up.

“Yes?”

The loud voice blurting from the box startled me.

I lowered the window back down.

“Air conditioning.”

“Yes… Thank God, you’re here. Come in!”

The large wooden gates began to open slowly. I knew what to expect. This person would be an old, spoiled rich lady, expecting me to fix the problem quickly and with minimal interference in her sheltered life. I had done hundreds of these calls and I knew the routine. My appointed role was to kiss Kartal Escort their ass, and hope for a tip.

I guided my service van down the winding, gravel driveway, the rocks grinding under my heavy tires. The vegetation on either side of the road made a kind of “tunnel” effect, the queen palms, bougainvillea, and sea grape brushing against the side of the vehicle softly as I slowly made my way toward the main house. The driveway forked ahead, a sign indicating a right hand turn for service, a left hand turn for guests. I smiled to myself, thinking that I would never be able to turn left here.

I made my way around a sharp curve, and there was the house. Huge and imposing, I was almost immediately impressed. I had seen and been in many houses of the wealthy here, and I loved the older houses, the ones built in the twenties and maintained in their original splendor. This was such a house. It was still clad in the old Florida stucco finish, freshly painted, with the barrel tile roof. It had the original slide up windows, obviously in good working condition, because they were open. I was amazed that something as beautiful as this lay completely hidden from view, here in the jungle. Nevertheless, I knew that it was a hiding place for the very wealthy that treasured their privacy greatly, and would go to great lengths to preserve it.

“If only they could fix their own air conditioners.”

I smiled at this thought.

I walked across the driveway, stepped up on the raised tile porch, and pushed the lighted doorbell. I waited patiently, looking downward, avoiding the temptation to peer inside the small window at eye level on the door. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of the deadbolt turning, and the chain as it moved from the slider. The door pulled open, and I found myself looking at the “owner” of the house.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!”

“Mrs. Ashley?”

“Yes!”

“My name’s Nick.”

“Hello Nick.” She said, flashing a bright smile.

She was not what I expected. She was slightly shorter than I was, about forty-five, with dark brown hair. The first thing that occurred to me was that she was very cute, not gorgeous, but definitely cute. Her hair tied up on top of her head in a girlish ponytail, some of it spilling down over her face. She had a pert, upturned nose, and brown eyes that caught my gaze fearlessly. I immediately thought that she would never have to use mascara, her eyelashes were naturally thick and lush. What really disarmed me was that smile. It was the smile of a high school cheerleader, slightly innocent, while at the same time naughty, her straight white teeth showing between her full lips. I found myself smiling back, unable to speak. My eyes moved down, and I saw that she was wearing a flowered robe tied with a sash around her waist. She was not skinny, but not what I would consider overweight, either. I liked women that were not too thin. I found myself blushing at these thoughts, and immediately forced myself to break my gaze from her.

“This thing has been broken for a couple of hours now. I was down at the beach, so I didn’t notice it earlier. When I got back up here, I felt that awful heat, and I checked the thermostat, but it didn’t work.”

As she spoke, she turned and walked into the house. My eyes dropped to survey her full hips as she moved.

“Yes,” I thought, “this lady is sexy.”

I followed her through the house, out of the kitchen, and into the living room. A full wall of windows on the east side of the room and a magnificent ocean view immediately took me aback. The ceilings were at least twenty feet high, and the room trimmed with the rare pecked cypress of traditional old Florida homes. Antique furniture lined the walls, and the room had a comforting, wooden smell that I loved.

I watched her move across the room, my eyes naturally drawn to her hips swaying back and forth. She turned to me, smiling.

“The air conditioner is in here. I hope you can help me. I can’t stand this Florida heat too long!”

I smiled at her. “No problem, Ma’am. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m going into the guest wing to shower. If you need anything, I’ll be back in a few short minutes. There are sodas in the fridge!”

I worked on the unit slowly, finding the problem in the wiring, and making the repair meticulously, hoping that Mrs. Ashley would return soon.

Soon, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. As if on cue, the air conditioner started up, humming softly.

“You fixed it! How wonderful!”

She was still in the robe, the sash loose around her waist, a towel in her hand. She approached me, and peered into the closet at the machine. I could smell her freshly washed body and some expensive, perfumed soap. She rubbed up against me accidentally, the contact sending shivers up my spine.

“Oh, thank you so much. You are such a nice young man, I. Would you like to stay for a drink?”

I felt my heart leap at this. I turned and looked at Mrs. Ashley. There was something Pendik Escort funny about the look she was giving me. Her brown eyes seemed to look through me, totally devoid of any apprehension, her sexy mouth smiling at me, her hand softly and seductively caressing the sash of her robe.

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was coming on to me.”

I suddenly found that my hands were shaking. I had never thought of myself as a “ladies man” type; I was always very shy around women and somewhat insecure about my appearance.

“Nick?” Mrs. Ashley asked.

“I’d like to show you something. Sit here on the couch, ok?”

I slowly closed my toolbox, and walked toward the couch, sliding down on it.

“Nick, do you realize that you are a very attractive young man?”

I felt a rush of warm blood in my face at these words. I blurted out my response, a little too loudly.

“Mrs. Ashley, I am a married man. I have a wife.”

“Nick, I’ve already figured that out about you. I saw your ring. I just want to ask you a question, and I want you to answer me honestly, ok?”

In one motion, Mrs. Ashley pulled the sash from her waist, and the loose robe fell open. She then dropped it from her shoulders, the garment falling to the floor. She was wearing only a very tiny, orange string bikini. Her breasts were medium sized, very taut and firm for a woman her age, and barely concealed by the thin bikini top. Her skin was lightly tanned, smooth, without blemishes. She was what some men would consider slightly overweight, but all in the right places; her thighs were free of cellulite, and she had retained the hourglass proportion of her youth. Her upper thighs were thick, as was her torso, and she looked very strong, as if she had been an athlete in her youth. She looked down at me, smiling, and paused in a couple of poses, as if she were modeling for me.

I was silently stunned.

“Well, what do you think? Do I still have it?”

“Mrs., Ashley, um, I don’t know what to say.” I stammered.

She turned completely around, and showed me her backside. The bikini bottoms were the “thong” style, and her ass cheeks exposed to me. She placed her hands on them, and jiggled them. I felt faint.

“Nick, I hope you don’t think poorly of me. I have to explain something to you, ok?”

Her face became serious, and she moved to my side, taking a place on the couch.

“Nick, can I confide in you? Just for a moment, please? I desperately need someone to talk to.”

I looked at her, my nervousness barely concealed.

“Why, I guess so, Mrs. Ashley.”

She looked off into the room.

“It’s my husband, Nick. Have you ever met him? Charles Ashley?”

I had heard the name, but could not place it.

“He is Chairman of the Board of Directors for Ektron Industries.”

I suddenly remembered. Ektron was the largest manufacturer of computer software in the state. I had read about Charles Ashley in “Time” magazine!

“Yes. I know the name, Mrs. Ashley. He’s a very important man.

She was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly.

“Yes, he is. We have been very happy, until recently, until it happened.”

I looked at her, not saying anything, waiting for her to continue, surveying her attractive features.

“I guess I knew it would happen sooner or later. Women are constantly throwing themselves at him. I knew it would be just a matter of time.”

I suddenly understood. This man was having an affair. Straying from this beautiful woman. Moreover, she had found out. As I looked at her, and the full understanding came to me, I noticed the tears forming around her dark eyelids.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I chose my words carefully.

“How did you find out?”

“I have my sources. Let’s just say that money can buy anything.”

I shook my head in agreement. She turned her head to face me.

“Nick, do you think I’m attractive?”

“Yes. Very. Too much so!”

I followed this with a nervous laugh. I felt her hand touch my knee softly, then rest upon it, palm down. Then I suddenly thought of my wife, waiting at home for me.

“Mrs. Ashley, I can’t.”

She placed her finger to my lips, moving closer to me on the couch, her lips close to my ear.

“Shhhhhhhh, Nick, don’t say anything. I can’t be alone right now. Please.”

She brushed her lips to my earlobe, ever so gently, her warm breath filling my ear faintly. Her hand had begun to caress my thigh, ever so slowly moving upward. I felt my resistance waning, the blood pounding in my ears, my cock starting to twitch with arousal. I turned my head, and my lips met hers, pressing against them softly. They were so soft and warm, and she was so beautiful. The kiss lingered, and I felt her hand sliding up my leg to my crotch, then resting on my cock, her palm cupping it, rubbing softy up and down. I felt my cock growing hard at her touch, and I turned into her, taking her upper arms in my hands, caressing Göztepe Escort them softly. Her skin was so soft, this beautiful woman; she wanted me, and I could not resist.

She pulled away from me, breaking the kiss, pushing me back against the couch. She slid to the floor, on her knees, and moved around in front of me, gently urging my legs apart, and sliding in between them, while her hands caressing my stomach and abdomen. She then reached down, and unfastened my belt, then my pants, pulling them open. I leaned back, watching her intently, resting my arms on the back of the sofa. She smiled at me as she tugged at my pants. I helped her by raising my ass off the couch, and she pulled them down over my thighs, and then my knees, then, to my feet. She then pulled my shoes off, and slid them off, throwing them to the side. She smiled at me again, and reached up and began massaging my hard cock through the fabric of my underwear. It was then that she began talking, in a low, sultry voice.

“Ooohh Nick! Do you have a present for me? May I unwrap it? Oooohh I want it so bad, Nick!”

This drove me wild. My wife loved to talk dirty, and it made our lovemaking sessions much rawer, it seemed. Now, this hot older woman was doing it!

Mrs. Ashley tugged at the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down over my ass. I once again rose up, and she pulled them down my legs and off, over my feet. My hard cock sprung up, and bobbed back and forth, free from its restraints. Mrs. Ashley smiled at the sight of it, and licked her lips, at the same time pushing my knees apart.

“Nick, you’re so big and hard! What a fine present for me. Can I taste it?”

She wrapped her hands around it, feeling its firm hardness, stroking it up and down slowly. My body jerked at her gentle touch, beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. I gazed down at Mrs. Ashley, my eyes wide open with lust and desire. She then removed her hands from my cock, and reached behind her back, unfastening her bikini top. The garment slid from her beautiful breasts, releasing them, allowing them to hang free like ripe fruit. I groaned at this sight. She looked up, smiling at me again, and taking them into her hands. She moved closer to me, and began rubbing her hard nipples against my cock.

“Do you like my tits, Nick? My nipples are so hard for you. They like your hard cock.”

Mrs. Ashley then completely wrapped her tits around my shaft, enveloping it completely, just the head sticking out above. She started a slow motion up and down, fucking me with those beautiful breasts, smiling at me the whole time. I groaned audibly, my cock growing even more hard, my legs spread so wide, still in my work shirt! I worked my hips up and down, the friction almost unbearable. The head of my cock began to swell, and I worried that I would cum very, very soon if she kept that up!

Suddenly, she stopped. She moved back slightly, her hands wrapping around my cock, gripping it firmly.

“You’re a lucky man, Nick. I was so horny tonight! You came along at just the right time!”

A small amount of clear fluid had appeared on the end of my cock, right by the hole. Mrs. Ashley bent her head, and extended her tongue, licking it off gently. She licked again, up the side of the swollen head. This was almost unbearable. I pushed my hips up toward her mouth. She continued licking the head of my cock, like a lollipop; soft kitten licks. I moaned softly, lost in waves of pleasure. She then opened her mouth, taking the entire head into it, and closed her lips around the base. She removed her hands from my shaft, and drew more of it in. I watched her through glazed eyes as her cheeks drew in. She was sucking me. I closed my eyes as the unbelievable feeling overtook me. Her hands found my balls, and she massaged them gently, working them as she sucked, the slurping sounds, along with my moaning, the only sounds heard. She began a bobbing motion; up and down rhythmically, sucking hard, as if trying to suck the very life from me. I rolled my head back, unable to remain silent.

“Oh God! Suck me! Suck my hard cock, Mrs. Ashley!”

She responded by moaning around my cock, the vibration sending even more bearings of bliss through my sensitive nerves.

“Oh God, please, I’m going to…”

Mrs. Ashley stopped, looking up at me austerely.

“Oh, no you don’t! I’m not ready for you to cum yet!”

She grabbed the base of my cock, and applied pressure to the underside of it.

“Oh God! I’m so close!” I moaned.

She then stood up, in front of me.

“I want you to lick this pussy, Nick. It’s wet for you.”

I was completely under this woman’s spell now. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off, now completely nude, my hard cock jutting up, swollen and purple. I leaned forward, and placed my hands on the soft skin of her thighs, caressing it gently, kissing it gently. Her skin tasted so clean, with just a hint of soap. My fingers ran underneath the thin material of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down over her plump, firm legs. I then pushed her legs apart, and ran my right hand up in between them, pushing my fingers into her warm, wet pussy. She let out a gasp as I entered her, and spread her legs wider. I found her clit, and pressed it, rubbing it in a circular motion.

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The Sins of the Fathers Ch. 14

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***** Writer’s note: If this chapter is your first read of my work, I suggest that you read at least the second half of the previous chapter. This character, Jessica, is introduced in The Sins of the Fathers CH.13. While this chapter can be read free-standing, you will enjoy it more fully if you read how these two met.

WHISKEY BLUSH!

Jack was waiting for Jessica at the theater entrance.

“Hey, ‘Just Jess’, would you like to go out tonight and have a drink?”

She was positively glowing and couldn’t keep from smiling. “Aren’t you already busy doing something important, like stalking your son and his girlfriend?” My my, Jack Grant, you’re a real enigma and I love a mystery. So why are you still here?

“I think they’ll be fine at MacKenzie’s house for the night.”

“You think ‘he’s’ gonna get lucky, huh?”

“Like father, like son?” he joked, purposefully sidestepping the question. For once, Spence can be the one to keep our two wildcats out of trouble. Come on, ‘Just Jess’, don’t make me beg you. Say you’ll go out with me. I haven’t had much practice in the last four years; but, I suspect that, maybe, you wanted something more than just to give me a ‘back-of-the-theatre’ blowjob. At least, I hope you did.

“Truth is, I’d feel selfish if I didn’t take you out for a drink after our movie date.” Jack shot her his most devastating smile. “Doesn’t have to be booze; coffee could be good, too! I mean, I don’t even know if you drink,” he probed.

“Oh, I drink. And, I’d love to have a drink with you; but, I don’t want to go out,” she answered ambivalently.

That left him scratching his head, What the hell is that supposed to mean? Guess it’s pretty obvious I’m totally out of touch with twenty-first century mating games. What’s it take to get laid these days?

“So, let me get this straight. Just now, I thought I heard you say that you’d love to have a drink with me tonight. Or was it just wishful thinking on my part?”

“Of course, that’s what I said. Absolutely!” I would love to have a drink with you!

“Okay, great; then, I assume the only real hitch in my plan must be the actual location where we’ll be having our drink, right?”

Eyes sparkling, she slowly nodded and licked her lips suggestively.

“Terrific! I’ll take that as a definite ‘Yes’. Now, if I remember my dating protocols correctly, I think the next question is ‘Your place or mine?’.”

“Jack, I don’t have a ‘place’. ” She smiled, wryly. “I’m a millennial, remember? I’ve got a college degree. Hell, I have almost two college degrees, but no real job and I’m still living at home. All I have to show for all that education is a ton of student loans. And, of course, a lot of knowledge about old movies.”

“Okay, my house it is.” He took her hand in his and headed for the mall’s parking. He hit the remote key. The Jeep chirped and flashed its lights.

“A Jeep! I love Jeeps.” she said, climbing in. He shut the door behind her and went to the driver’s side.

“Jess, where’s your car?”

She reached over and rapped him very gently on the forehead. “Hello!? I have a huge debt in college loans. I don’t have a car; I take the bus everywhere.”

The drive was short and quiet.

Jack punched in the security code, and turned the key on the front door. The lights came on for them as he dropped the keys on the small table just inside the doorway.

“Can I freshen up?” She frowned, looking uncomfortable. “I hate to ask but I wasn’t planning on going out tonight.”

“Where are my manners? Do you need me to run you home first and let you get some clothes? I mean, we have time. There’s no hurry.”

She kissed him. “Yes, there is.” That surprised him. “I don’t need to go get clothes. Thank you for offering though.” She kissed him again, lightly on the cheek.

The implications of what she wanted, finally hit Jack like a ton of bricks, Oh God, I’m rusty at this kind of stuff. “Ah, yeah … right … Of course, you want to freshen up!”

“Okay, Jack, time for the house tour,” he muttered partially to himself. Taking her hand, he led her through the obvious: living room, home office, backyard with pool and small hot tub; then the upstairs, guest bedroom with its guest bathroom, his master bedroom and she even laughed when he called it ‘the master’s bedroom’. Finally, down the hall, he showed her his daughter’s room.

She peeked in. “This is ‘Nick’s’ room?” Looking first at the bed with the stuffed animals and panties strewn on the floor, she picked up a man’s white dress shirt and looked at him with a question in her eyes. Then she spied the tartan skirt on the floor.

“Okay. How come we’ve got panties, a man’s shirt, and a tartan skirt?” She held up the boxer boy-cut, but obviously girl’s panties.

“This is Nicole’s room.” he felt a need to explain.

She held up the man’s shirt.

“She likes using my old shirts for jammies, night clothes.” Now, he was getting uncomfortable.

She Ümraniye Escort held up the small tartan skirt.

“She graduated from Immaculate Conception Academy for Girls last week.”

She saw the two Aikido dogis stacked on the small bed with two belts on top. Walking across the rug, she stopped, holding up the dogis.

“Aikido.”

“Black belt?”

“MacKenzie’s,” he paused, adding ” ‘Hot Chocolate’ is also a recent graduate of the Academy.”

“White belt?”

“Nicole’s,” he took a deep breath. ” Aka: ‘Nick’ or ‘Farm Boy’. “

She looked around the cluttered, but ‘very’ interesting environment. “And, somehow, this all makes complete sense to you, Jack? I mean, as a father?”

He thought for a second and slowly shook his head, No.

“I need a bathroom.”

He pointed to Nicole’s.

“Oh no!” She looked at him, surprised. “I think, maybe, any bathroom but that one!”

Flustered, Jack stammered, “Sorry, I wasn’t suggesting …”

She held up a hand. “Look, Jack, beginnings are important. I’m okay with ‘master’s bathroom’; I’m okay with ‘wedding ring and former wife’s bathroom’.” She smiled, reaching up and tenderly touched his cheek. “I’m even okay with ‘guest’ bathroom.”

He took her back to the master bath. He asked, “Do you need anything?” He shuffled his feet. “I mean, can I help?”

She laughed. “Jack, it’s all good. I’ve been bathing myself ever since my mom decided I was too old for my dad to bathe with me anymore. I’m fine; you go make us drinks. I’ll have a shot of whatever the oldest bourbon you own is.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oldest bourbon?”

“Yeah, remember I’m a college student; I can’t afford the good stuff because …”

” …because you have this huge college debt,” he completed the sentence for her. “But you like bourbon?”

“Good bourbon? Yes, I do—very much,” she answered with a grin. “I’m not a snob; but, just because I’m on a beer budget doesn’t mean I lack class. Turns out that I’m rather discriminating about a lot of things, including men and bourbon. I sometimes drink it with my dad.”

He walked back down the hall to Nikki’s room and looked at it for a while, lost in thought or something like it. Then, he flipped the light off and pulled the door closed. He took a deep breath, listening for a moment to the sound of the master bath’s shower. Jack headed slowly down the stairs.

In the kitchen, he poured two shots of bourbon into two ‘tall shot’ glasses and put the bottle back. He added an ice cube to each glass, holding his to his forehead. Cooling the fevered brow, he mused.

He sat down on the large leather couch and set one glass on the coffee table; then, with a studied sense of finality, he deliberately stood back up and crossed the room, tossing the cube from his glass out through the open doors onto the deck towards the hot tub.

Here’s to new beginnings and second chances!

Even as Jack settled back down on the couch, he felt her standing behind him. He reached up with the other bourbon, and saw her hand take it.

Jessica sat down beside him. She was completely naked and positively stunning. God Almighty, now that’s a body that will take your breath away. Why the fuck are you hiding that? You looked so ‘mousy’ in that theater uniform.

“Cold bourbon?”

He merely pointed to the open door. “Toss the ice.” She did.

“But, it’s still cold.”

“Trust me, Jessica. It won’t be, once you ‘swallow’,” he taunted her, smiling at his play on the word.

Accepting his challenge, she tossed the shot straight back. The liquor flowed down her throat like molten gold; her tongue’s taste buds exploded with exquisite flavor. She coughed just a little, much to her embarrassment.

“See what I mean?”

“What is this stuff?!” she sputtered

He got the bottle and sat it on the table. She examined the label, noticed the dust on the bottle and opened it, sniffing the contents. “How old is this?”

He smiled. “Not quite as old as you, but close”

She read the label again, Old Weller–107 proof, 15 years in casks. She looked at Jack and pointed to the bottle. “Can I?”

“You may.”

She poured another shot. Capped the bottle, took the small glass, and gently held it between her naked breasts. As it warmed, she explained, “My dad always says ‘bourbon should be at skin temperature’. He always holds it against his forehead for a little bit before he drinks it.”

Eyes twinkling, she took the shot glass and handed it to Jack.

He sipped it. “Your dad is absolutely correct,” he agreed, handing it back to her. “But, I like your way of warming it better.” I wonder if you warm it this way when you drink with him.

She sipped it this time, looking up at him. Jesus, this is a great whiskey. She closed her eyes. It’s almost sweet on the tip of my tongue; then, it warms as it goes back over the palate. At the back, it’s all flash, bang, and gradually hot in a slow burn. İstanbul Escort I can taste oak or, maybe, hickory. The smell is slightly smoky, so the barrels must have been burned-out for storage of the whiskey. Something else, it has a feeling of Southern heat. The water in it wasn’t pumped through pipes. The water used to make it was pure, like the taste of well-water drawn with a bucket or water from a limestone cave. Dark and clean. It’s from the Deep South. I can smell the paper label; it’s like the old notes of a currency no longer used. There’s cotton and secrets in its flavor. It whispers of times long-past, but not forgotten.

She looked away, not saying anything. So, Jack Grant, what you are thinking?

Jack studied her, not really knowing what to say. “You’re naked.”

“Indeed, I am. I really wasn’t dressed for a date, now I am!” she pointed out. “Besides, I’m one of those rare women who looks better naked anyway.” Which happens to be true, by the way.

She turned slightly, bringing one foot up onto the couch, opening herself to his gaze. Go ahead and look, Jack Grant. You might as well know; I’m not body shy!

She desperately wanted for him to look. As for Jack, he desperately wanted to look as well; so, he did.

Damn, you’re one uninhibited young lady and that body is a work of art! Absolutely stunning! He reached over and poured himself another shot of bourbon.

She put out her hand. He handed the drink to her. She took the glass and put it between her breasts while he watched. “I’ve always thought of it as making the bourbon blush.”

Jack examined her more closely. Just a pinch bigger than Nikki, she was about 5’4″ and weighed maybe 95 pounds, give or take. Medium-sized breasts with pointy nipples. No sag at all. She had a little bit of meat, making her all curvy. Most obvious was how fit she was. No, he decided, that body is more than fit. She has an actual six-pack abdomen and her leg muscles are almost like a body-builder’s; but, her musculature suggests flexibility more than power. Her arms look muscular, but not ripped.

Her legs and ass were a thing of beauty. Coltish legs, tomboy I bet.

He glanced up, a question on his mind. “Nice body! I’m willing to bet that’s more than youth and genetics.”

“Gymnastics, until I was sixteen. Then, I got boobs and an ass. I still work out at the gym about five days a week. Just a good habit that I refuse to give up because of poverty.”

Jack continued his examination. His eyes trailed downward; her flat tummy had a tiny patch of hair just above her sex.

He looked back up at her. She smiled, saucily. “Just in case you need something to wipe your face on, afterward. Assuming you’re any good…at that?”

He saw her clitoris; she was pierced, the hood of skin above it had a small ring with two tiny pieces of what looked like turquoise as end caps. The piece was a little heavier than her petite frame would suggest. It was made of thick gold. God damn!

She handed him the bourbon. He sipped. It was so good, he had to close his eyes. All he heard was, “Pretty special, huh?”

He opened his eyes. “Let me see your ass, ‘Just Jess’.”

She stood and turned over on the couch, coming up on all fours with her butt facing him. She didn’t look back; however, she did push her ass backwards to where he was sitting, settling almost onto the heels of her feet. It was just inches from him. It’s fucking perfect, muscled and round.

Jack had to admit, she had a nearly perfect peach of a camel toe.

He reached out, feeling one cheek then the other; next, slowly let his hand trace the cleft of her mons, first with the back of his hand, then gently inserting two fingers into her. He heard her sigh softly as they slipped effortlessly in. Like the bourbon, she was wet and warm.

When he’d satisfied his curiosity, she moved away and sat back down facing him again. He took his fingers and slipped them over the rim of the shot glass into the whiskey, swirling them slowly. He licked his fingers then took the shot.

She actually giggled. “I’ve never seen that before.”

“Me neither, maybe that’s what guys really mean when they order two fingers of bourbon,” his voice broke around the burn of the whiskey. It was husky, but not from the alcohol.

He didn’t take his eyes off her, and she didn’t blush as he continued to examine her body.

“Jack, earlier I said that this is all about beginnings,” Jessica began, nervously. “But, I know what you must already be thinking, because I went down on you in the theater.”

“And, you swallowed,” he added. “Actually, I don’t know quite what to think.”

“Stop trying to be funny or clever,” she chided him gently, “I know you must think that I’m easy. You probably think I’m some little slut. I’m not. Truth is that I’m just so horny, I could die. Don’t you ever get horny? I mean, so horny you’d do anything to get laid?”

“Jack, I don’t need you to be clever; I don’t Anadolu Yakası Escort need you to be smart; I don’t even need you to be gentle. I need to know and for you to understand deep down that, if you don’t take me right now, you’ll regret this ’till your dying day. Because I know I certainly will, if we don’t …” Words failed her, as she looked into his eyes for some glimmer of comprehension.

His eyes darkened for a split-second. Something deep inside him was being unleashed from its shackles.

She shivered. His eyes showed her a need that was so deep her throat began to hurt, like she was going to cry. Nothing, no one had ever looked at her like that. Jessica moved back into the couch as he stood. What’s the longing that hides so dark inside you, Jack Grant? There’s a lot of need in those eyes.

He didn’t say a word as he picked her up and threw her over one shoulder. It was one of Jack Grant’s signature moves. She squealed. He headed for the stairs. Her world was upside down, but she had to ask, “Protection?”

“I’m safe.”

“Jack Grant, you’re a lot of things. But I suspect, ‘safe’ is not one of them.”

He laughed. It was a gentle, loving laugh. “No. All in caps: S. A. F. E!”

Jessica smiled a topsy-turvy, upside-down smile. “Sweet!”

He tossed her onto the bed.

She watched as he took off his shirt, belt, pants, socks. ‘Commando’, she almost smiled. “Well, look who’s ready to play again.”

Jack Grant was not a small man. He was 5’10”, 215 pounds with wide shoulders and a hairy chest. Jessica appraised him, He’s a bear. Not a teddy bear, either. A man bear!

He was a little past ready. He tried to be gentle as he reached for her ankles, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. His shaft arched outward from his abdomen, with just a drop of moisture sparkling on its end.

She took a chance, because, ‘beginnings matter’. She kicked his hands away. “No, not gentle! Not this time!” she demanded, moving back on the bed.

Jack Grant took her. He wasn’t gentle; but, he didn’t hurt her either. He just wasn’t gentle, not that time.

Jack had her legs over his shoulders, as he lifted and fell between her thighs. He pounded her. She took it and begged for more. He pounded her, harder. The first thing he noticed was that she had a lot of control, where most women didn’t. Most women grab firmly onto a shaft when they cum. Jessica had the ability to grab, even when just fucking. She worked him as hard as he was working her.

He was panting from the exquisite sensation of being milked by a pussy. He gloried in how she moved the loose skin up and down the length of his shaft with just the clench of that exquisite velvet sleeve.

For her part, Jessica was frankly impressed with his stamina. Jack had a nice cock, not the biggest she’d ever had, but well into the very-nice range. He’s thick. Very thick at the base.

She enjoyed the pleasure that his cock gave her as it pulled her almost inside-out. Not bad for an old-style fuck. Not bad at all.

What she liked most was the pace he maintained; how he matched her needs. He paid attention to his partner’s needs. I bet you won’t cum till I tell you that you can.

They had already been fucking for almost an hour. He isn’t even breathing very hard. His cock is still firm. And, he doesn’t seem to have any problems maintaining an erection. Sweet!

“Jesus, Jessica, you’re a tight, hot wet fuck.” He forced another grunt from her as he seated himself deep and rocked his hips.

Jessica reveled in the sheer passion of it all. Men are why I don’t date boys. I fucking love getting pounded. “You aren’t even close to cumming yet, are you?”

He shook his head, No.

“How is it possible that you don’t want to cum? I know you’re enjoying this. How can you resist filling me up?”

He slowed and gently dragged his cock out of her. “I’m really enjoying you. I love fucking. You need to understand; I love having a hard-on. I love the feeling I get with a woman. I love feeling you, up here.” He touched his head. “I love knowing that you’re taking pleasure along with me.”

He reached down to run his hand over her abdomen; then, back up, to cup her breast with its bullet-hard cone of a nipple. Jesus, you could cut glass with these. “And, I fucking love this body of yours. Seeing you in that uniform, I would have never guessed you were built like this. Jess, why do you hide this exquisite body?”

Instead of answering, she merely responded, “Can I ask you a question?”

He nodded his head.

“Don’t be offended, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded again.

“Do you take those little blue pills?”

Jack Grant laughed. “No, I don’t take Viagra. What makes you ask that?”

She looked up sheepishly. “You must be about my father’s age. So that makes you what? Fifty? Most men seem to need encouragement or the help from that ‘little blue pill’ at some point about in their life. I mean, we’ve been going for almost an hour and you’re still rock hard.”

Jack grinned. “I’m fifty-four to answer your question. No, I’m not offended. No, I don’t take that ‘little blue pill’. I’ve just always been slow to cum. Possibly, because cumming isn’t my first objective when bedding a woman.”

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The Price Of A Smile Ch. 2

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This part of the story stands by itself, but if you want to know the beginning, please read ‘The Price Of A Smile’.

* * * * *

Okay, here I am, in a bed with a woman for the first time. Having the blindfold on made me feel as if this was a dream. When she removed the scarf, I was totally afraid. My dream had come into the land of the living and I was scared– petrified. I was starting to shake as if I was outside naked in freezing weather. The butterflies in my stomach were fighting to get out.

I looked at her as she smiled and asked me if I was ok. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out. She gave me a knowing look and brought my fingers to my mouth. These were the same fingers I had just got wet in her vagina. She said taste and I eased my tongue to my fingers. What was I expecting? I’m not sure. The taste was like warm honey, sweet and intoxicating. Oh, what I had been missing. Like a shot of fine whiskey, that one taste steeled my nerves and made me desire more. Forgetting everything but her, my built-up, teenage, animalistic instincts jumped into overdrive. I was in a lust trance and even though inexperienced, I was willing to do whatever it took to get more.

“You like?” NJ asked. Nodding my head, I moved to the bottom of the bed. She spread her legs far apart and I got my first look at a real live, in person, vagina. Not only the first one, but one that I had tasted and wanted more. I realized one thing then and there—pictures do not do justice to a real vagina. There’s details about being right there that you don’t see or they hide when photographing. The way her hair thinned a little to the sides. The way her juices seemed to be pooling above her anus, waiting to be caught. The way her right vagina lip was a little bigger than the other and how swollen her whole vagina appeared. If not for the pain I was feeling between my own legs, I would have sat and stared at her vagina for the rest of the day. I felt like a kid that had fell into the cookie jar.

Glancing at her face, I noticed a sultry look that dared me to continue. I was ready, I laid on my stomach and put my face inches above her vagina. Moving my hands in front of me, I started to stroke her outer lips and introduced Anadolu Yakası Escort myself to this part of human anatomy that had always fascinated me. It amazed me how the wetness from her had moistened the pubic hairs all the way around her vagina. Her whole mounds was soaked as if she had taken a shower and forgot to dry off.

As intimately as a momma cat cleaning her new kittens, I slipped my fingers through her vagina. The temperature was astounding. The hot juice coated my fingers and made them move with urgency. I felt her shift back and forth below me, trying to hurry my fingers into her. Not being one with much patience myself, I thrust a finger into the cavern that had the heat of fire. She gave me a purr of thanks as she started moving her body onto my fingers.

I encountered nothing but smooth flesh lubricated by the heat of passion. The feeling made my penis throb with excitement. Not sure if I was doing right or wrong, I tried to push my finger in as far as it would go. When my hand meet her vagina, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I wiggled my fingers around inside her body, exploring uncharted territory for me.

“Slowly bring your finger out and push it back in,” she informed me. “Repeat that and try to bring your finger against the top of my pussy as you do.” Not sure whether it was her saying “pussy” or the way my body was starting to react, I decided I would follow her instructions to the letter. It reminded me of sawing wood, bringing the blade back and forth across the wood, trying to cut her vagina in half.

Noticing her juices running even more freely, I stuck my tongue out and licked above my finger. There was a little bump there and every time I touched it, she jumped. Inching closer, I put my lips together and slurped her vagina, sucking like I was pulling the juice out of a peach. She started moaning and really thrusting her hips up and down. Thinking I was in heaven, I started combining my sucking and fingering into a rhythm. I closed my eyes and ate her with the behavior of a wild man.

I moved my left hand up her stomach and started caressing her breasts, which caused her to move even faster against my face. She was moving so much that I removed my finger and started Pendik Escort to shove my tongue into her hole. This was all it took because she grabbed my head a forced my face harder into her vagina. She started screaming and I felt this electric shock start radiating from my penis. She was saying yes, yes and trying to get my head into her or so it felt, when she went rigid and locked my head between her legs. Being the first time, I wasn’t sure if this was common or not, but I know one thing—I COULDN’T BREATHE!! With her going thank you, thank you, and rubbing my head. I was trying to get her legs from around my head. Finally I got free and inhaled the wettest breath of my life.

It was then I noticed the blood. Did I bite her in all that moving? I thought. And I realized I had busted my nose in all her roes of orgasm. Amusedly, I grabbed my underwear and stopped the flow. I saw the look of terror on her face, but told her I was fine. She got up and hugged me, whispering she was sorry, but that was the greatest orgasm she has had in along time.

She eased her hands down my stomach and touched my penis. My penis started to bob up and down like it had a life of it’s own. How I had keep from cumming, I’ll never know, but her touch almost sent me over the top. I guess all the times of masturbating had given me some endurance, but not for long.

“Are you ready to make love to me?” More than ready, I responded. “I think you are, but in this shape, you won’t last long, so I’m going to ease your pain for now. Just lie down and relax.”

Relax? I thought. I was hotter than I’d ever been, in the room with a nude woman and she wants me to relax? Not likely! So, what did I do? Well, I didn’t put on my clothes, I laid down on the bed. I thought I knew what she was going to do, but nothing prepared me for the intense feeling of her mouth on my penis.

Now, I can lie and say I lasted for 30 minutes, but by the time she started drawing her mouth off, I was there. My orgasm hit me with a sudden force. I had to grab the sides of the bed and damn near bit my tongue off. My cum went in her mouth, her face and all over me. It must have been a gallon. Well, maybe not that much, but the feeling of it coming out the head Kurtköy Escort of my penis, felt like it was.

She looked at me with her cum covered face and smiled. She then straddled my hips and inserted my still throbbing, virgin penis into her vagina. If her mouth felt good, then her vagina was the greatest. Only problem was—I came again. The feeling was incredible. I’d read about premature ejaculation and multiple orgasms, but never figured I’d experience them at the same time. AND I was still hard.

She grinned and I gave her my contented look as she started riding my penis in slow sliding motions. She pressed her body against mine and shoved her tongue in my mouth. It was a passionate kiss shared with lust and the remains of my first orgasm. It felt strange tasting myself, but not objectionable. I kissed her heartily back and she started increasing her motions.

Since my hands were free, I started rubbing her back in small circles, moving toward her ass. I palmed both cheeks of her ass and she started moaning in my mouth. I pushed down and tried to press my penis in her harder. This was just too much. She started bucking and sat up on me. I grabbed her breast and started rubbing her nipples. She really got wild and started cumming again. When her vagina grabbed my penis, that’s all she wrote. I was cumming again.

Drained, we lay together and held each other and enjoyed the after glow of beautiful love making. “Thank you NJ for something I wanted for a long time.”

“Any time Lynn, you’ve earned the right to come back anytime you want.”.

As all things in life, this ended. I fell in love, but she loved her husband. I asked her to leave him and be with me and she laughed at me. She told me she only wanted me to father a child for her because her husband couldn’t. She didn’t love me, but loved the sex. I was confused but educated at the same time. I would have preferred my first love to be a relationship that lasted for eternity, but I learned allot from NJ. The most important thing was don’t get lust, sex, and love mixed up, because you can get either from anyone, it’s the one you can get all three from that makes life more meaningful.

* * * * *

I want to say thank you to all who read this. This was a true story, just the names were changed. The sight of my first vagina has always been a fetish of mine. Now I can lay in a bed with a nude woman and just watch a her vagina. Isn’t it funny how things in our youth define who we are as adults?? THANX

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The Road to Rapture

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I was so excited I could hardly stand it. Richard, a married friend-with-benefits, and I were finally going to have the chance to spend a night together, because one of the road trips for his baseball team coincided with a business trip for me, so we’d be in the same town together. I’d hardly eaten anything all week, because the anticipation was causing my stomach to flip-flop constantly. I had to try to keep my head straight to focus on our plan, but it was difficult.

I drove to the ball park and cruised slowly around the parking lot until I found his car, parked as close to it as I could, and got out and walked over to it. When I was alongside his front fender, I crouched down as if to adjust my shoe, and felt around on the ground next to the inside of his front tire until I felt a small square of plastic—his hotel key card. I stood up and walked a little further in the opposite direction from my car, then stopped and pulled my cell phone out of my purse as if I’d just gotten a call. I made a big show of looking at my watch and looking exasperated, just in case anyone was looking at me, then turned around and stomped back to my car. I got in and headed over to the hotel. He’d already texted me his room number, so I knew exactly where to go. I let myself into the room and settled down with a book to wait. I was too keyed up to really concentrate on reading, but I’d have at least two hours to kill before he got there, so I had to keep myself busy. I considered getting myself off to relieve some of my tension, but I sort of wanted to save it up for him. I knew that I was so ready to explode that I’d probably come as soon as he touched me.

Finally I heard him unlocking the door with his own key card. I threw down my book and jumped up to greet him at the door. I could not wait to get my hands on him.

“Hi! I’m glad you’re finally here!” I said as I put my hands on his chest and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” he said, smiling. “I need to go jump in the shower, though. I’m all sweaty and I probably stink!”

I smiled again. “Oh, I don’t think so, but go ahead!” I sat down on the bed as he gathered up some clothes from his suitcase, then I admired the view of his taut, round ass in his tight baseball pants while he walked into the bathroom.

A couple of minutes later, I was struck with an idea. I quickly stripped off my clothes and followed him into the bathroom. Without a word, I pulled back the shower curtain just enough to slip in next to him. His eyes were closed while he was rinsing his hair, but opened wide in surprise when he felt me brush up against him. I smiled. “I thought you might like a little Göztepe Escort help.” I picked up the little bar of soap and started lathering his broad, muscular chest with it. I felt his cock harden immediately against my stomach, but I wasn’t ready to focus on that just yet. I worked up some more lather in my hands, then put my arms around him to wash his back. I ran my hands lower to cup his delicious ass. I probably washed it quite a bit more than I needed to, just because I loved the feel of it in my hands.

Eventually I was ready to move back to the front. I soaped up my hands again, then reached down to grab his huge, hard cock. I slowly stroked it with one hand while I reached down to gently roll his balls around in my other hand, extending my index finger to lightly stroke the soft space behind them. The soap was making everything wonderfully slippery.

After a few minutes, I put my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him to turn around. “Rinse off a little,” I said. I reached around him to grab his cock again, and I could tell from the way it felt that most of the soap was off of it. “Ok, that’s good,” I said. “Turn around again.”

As soon as we were facing each other, I dropped to my knees. I started at the head of his cock, and slowly ran my tongue down to the base and back up, enjoying the way the taste of his skin mixed with the warm water and faint traces of soap. I licked up and down a few more times, then took him into my mouth as deeply as I could. His cock was so thick that my lips were stretched to their limit. My eyes were closed to keep out the water, and I felt his hands brushing my hair out of my face and slicking it back. His hands stayed behind my head and started guiding my motion. I half hoped he would come in my mouth, because I was excited by the thought of tasting him for the first time, but I also wanted his cock inside me and didn’t want to have to wait for him to be ready again. He decided that for me, saying, somewhat hoarsely, “Maybe we should get out.”

I stood up, smiled, and kissed his cheek before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. I dried off quickly, looking at him the whole time. I turned to hang up my towel, and he came up behind me and put his arms around me to grab my firm, round tits. His cock was pressed into the crack of my ass. One hand continued pinching my erect nipple while the other one traveled down to play with my pussy, the fingers slipping easily inside. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to rest against his chest. His fingers moved skillfully, teasing and rubbing my clit until I came. I cried out and spun around to face him. “Let’s go,” I said, taking İstanbul Escort his hand and leading him to the bed.

I laid back on the mattress, and to my surprise, he didn’t lie down next to me. Instead, he knelt on the bed and pushed my knees apart, then bent his head down between my legs. I gasped when I felt his tongue on me. He started by kissing the smooth skin next to my closely clipped landing strip, then moved down to dip his tongue into my dripping wet slit, then back up, flattening his tongue to lick my throbbing clit, before moving back down again. I knew I was going to come soon, and I wanted to grab his head and force it down, but I clutched at the bedsheets instead. I couldn’t keep quiet, though. “Oh my god, Richard, I’m going to come, oh my god, Richard!” Suddenly my whole body arched backwards, and I screamed as the massive orgasm washed over me. He didn’t stop, though. He was holding my ass in his hands and keeping his mouth firmly on me, and I think he wanted to try to make me come again, but I couldn’t have handled it. “No, stop, it’s too much!” I panted. “I want you inside me now.” He crawled up on the bed next to me and lay down on his back and I scrambled to get on top of him. My pussy was so wet and ready that his cock slipped right in, despite its huge size. His strong hands grabbed my ass cheeks, guiding my rhythm. I was moving back and forth, grinding against him with every stroke, and I felt myself starting to come. “Oh, yes, Richard, oh my god, yes, yes, yes!” I fell forward onto his chest for a moment, but he wasn’t letting me stop. His hands kept raising and lowering me on his cock, bringing me to orgasm again before finally shooting his load deep inside me. I stayed where I was until I felt the last spasms from his cock, then I lifted myself off of him and lay down on my back next to him.

After a few minutes, when I had caught my breath enough to move, I turned and snuggled up to him. I reached over and started tracing designs in his chest hair with my fingertips. “Maybe we should get something to eat so you can get your strength back, because I want you again already!” I said. He laughed. “You’re right; I need to replenish my electrolytes!” We decided to have a pizza delivered to the room so we wouldn’t have to go out anywhere. I slipped into a little black lacy nightgown that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and he threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt to run down the hall to the soda machine.

I only had one slice of pizza, because I was still too nervous and excited about being there with him. I barely gave him time to finish his before I was on him again. I pulled off my nightie, climbed Anadolu Yakası Escort on top of him in his chair, one leg on either side of him, and started rubbing myself on his lap. I could feel that my wetness was spreading over the crotch of his shorts, and I could also feel that his cock was starting to respond to the friction. I tugged his T-shirt up over his head, then lifted myself up slightly so I could reach down and pull down the elastic waistband of his shorts so I could get my hands on his cock. I held it between us and stroked it slowly, feeling it growing underneath my fingers. Meanwhile, he was keeping his hands busy playing with my tits, cupping them and pinching the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He leaned forward and took one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking on it, and then biting it just hard enough to send waves of pleasure through my body. I angled his cock back and lowered my pussy down on top of it. I moaned when I felt the full size of it. It seemed like it was stretching me in the best possible way.

“I love how your cock feels when it first slides into me,” I sighed. “It feels so good!” I started moving very slowly up and down on its length, enjoying every wonderful inch of it. I could have stayed like that all night, but I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough for him. In one swift motion he lifted me up, stood up from his chair, and threw me down on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said, stepping out of his shorts. I scrambled to do as he asked, leaning forward on my elbows and spreading my legs apart to give him easier access. He grasped my hips and entered me again, then started rocking me back and forth to meet his movements. He soon increased his speed, and was slamming hard into my pussy, his balls swinging forward and slapping against me with every thrust. It felt incredible. He was entering me so deeply that I could feel pressure on my g-spot, and I actually thought I might come again. “Oh yes, fuck me Richard, fuck me harder! Oh my god! Yes! Oh yes, fuck me!” He came with a roar, and I felt him fill my pussy with his hot come. He rolled to one side and fell back on the bed and I collapsed next to him. Finally, completely exhausted by all the evening’s activity, we drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know who woke up first the next morning, but all of a sudden we were both awake, lying on our sides and looking at each other. I kissed him softly, and he reached out and pulled me underneath him. He entered me with no preparation, but I didn’t need it. I was always wet when I was with him. In some ways, this was the best sex we’d had yet. I loved the feel of his muscular body covering mine, and I stroked his back while he fucked me, trailing my hands down to grab his perfect ass. I breathed deeply, inhaling his scent, and kissed his neck and shoulder, tasting his skin. He came rather quickly, filling my pussy with warmth, and I was completely satisfied.

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