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Jenny threw off the covers. It was a hot summer morning and she was finding it difficult to enjoy her sleep-in. It was partly the heat – her cotton nightdress clung to her uncomfortably – but her mind could not settle, her brain was whirling and the subject of her thoughts was the pictures and stories she had download from one of her favorite chat sites the previous evening.

Jenny had been chatting with Phillip for several months now and they had progressively got into more and more explicit sexual fantasies. Phillip usually guided the discussion and often sent pictures and stories to make their mutual masturbation sessions more exciting. Now Jenny lay on her bed and thought back over yesterday evening. Phillip had “accidentally” sent her some very explicit “farm yard” movie clips and stories. She had been disgusted but also she had be strangely excited by the eagerness of the woman in the video to get the dog “tied” with his knot wedged deep in her pussy.

Now Jenny had woken with thoughts of her discussions with Phillip about group sex at a club he said he owned whirling round her head. She often got aroused like this after a hot session on the internet. But last night was different. She had allowed herself to get into some very graphic discussions about what had been taboo subjects for her. She had even had a very explicit open chat with Phillip and several others about doing some of these things for money. Jenny was now keyed up and worried that she had gone too far again by surrendering to her lust and wretched financial position. What worried her most was that she had invited Phillip to her home that afternoon to “audition” for work as a hostess and dancer at the special club he owned. She was also appalled that images from the dog video were a key part of her disturbed morning, a fragment of her jumbled thoughts that was proving very stimulating to her debauched mind.

Many men (and some women) had been her lovers since she surrendered her virginity to her uncle on her 14th birthday. In the past seven years she had become aware that she needed men with big cocks and lots of stamina to be really satisfied. In fact the best sex she had ever experienced was on the eve of her wedding when she ended having sex with the two Negro strippers her girlfriends had hired for her “shower” Their big black cocks were as thick as her wrist and she ended up fucking them both in front of all her friends.

Her desires for wilder more exciting sexual experiences were always leading her into trouble. Two months ago her husband had come home and caught her masturbating during one of her more wanton internet chat sessions. In the aftermath of the fight that followed he found her computer files and read all about her secret sex life. Now she was living alone in an isolated and run down house on the edge of town. Her husband had cleared out and left her destitute so she was struggling to live on the meager “dole” that the government provided to the unemployed.

Jenny’s fingers and fist knew every nook and cranny of her pussy from a lifetime of masturbation. Now as she lay on top of her bed enjoying the morning sun streaming through her open bedroom windows, visions from the chat with Phillip triggering the familiar tingle between her legs. Her hand slid down over her belly and gently cupped her sex through the opening in her nightgown.

She felt guilt-ridden – fancy getting horny over thoughts of sex in front of strangers and watching dogs do it with other women! “You’ve been too long without a good fuck, my girl!” she thought to herself. Then she parted her legs slightly and slid her hand between her thighs. She pressed her finger against her pussy and felt her swollen clit through the thin material of her nightdress. Dreamily she pulled the hem of her nightie up around her waist. Her hand slid between her thighs and, as she had done so many times before, she drew up her knees, let her legs fall apart and began to caress herself. She ran her finger slowly between her legs, starting at her puckering anus, then moving to the entrance of her vagina and bringing it slowly, teasingly along her large protruding pussy lips to her clitoris, savoring the feeling as she parted her puffy labia. A small, delicious shock of pleasure pulsed through her body as her fingertip brushed against the swelling nub of flesh that projected from top of her slot like a small cock.

Now she expertly moved her finger to retrace the familiar route, dipping ever so slightly into the entrance of her sex. She was skilled at this, making the sensations last, savoring every second. She pulled at her nightdress with her free hand, maneuvering it off over her head, changing hands momentarily as she slipped her arms from the sleeves so as not to disturb the slow rhythm she had begun.

The wardrobe at the bottom of the bed had a full-length mirror for a door and through half closed eyes Jenny enjoyed watching her 6′ frame as she began to masturbate. All the time she was thinking how exciting it would be to do this in front of a group of strangers. She was propped up slightly on her pillows and her substantial breasts were swaying güvenilir bahis in time with the movements of her hand. They were not the firm, pert breasts of most women her age. Rather Jenny’s large DD tits were soft and droopy. “Spaniels ears!” she muttered. Her large nipples were never less than semi-erect and were nearly always visible through her clothes. Now she continued to stroke herself and watched her nipples till they were standing proud and stiff like large acorns.

In this half lying position her belly was flat – she had a little “pot” when she was standing and her hips were on the large side. Child bearing hips were how her Uncle described them. She had long legs with solid, muscular thighs from her regular sessions on her rowing machine. Her pussy had a very light covering of wispy blonde hair that did nothing to hide her large protruding pussy lips. Jenny’s finger dipped a little further into her wide-open vagina with every stroke. She felt the moistness down there growing and gave a small moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes and an image that Phillip sent her came into her mind. She saw a Great Dane, his substantial prick jutting stiff and proud. In her mind’s eye she saw the chubby German looking woman on her hands and knees about to take its hardness between her pussy lips. She focused on how it must feel to be impaled by such a colossal canine cock. How it would stretch her pussy – her hand moved faster between her legs, her four fingers were slipping inside her gleaming pussy lips. Deeper she pushed past her knuckles. Soon she would be enjoying the pleasure she always got from fisting herself. She loved watching how her hand slipped easily into her virgina. How her pink fleshy labia moved with her hand and how quickly her copious juices flowed from her tingling hole. Within minutes she began to feel her first climax building. She loved this moment, watching how her body began to respond.

Jenny’s heard a noise and her eyes flew from watching her image in the mirror… her legs snapped shut instinctively, her hand momentarily trapped deep in her soaking pussy. There, looking through her window stood a man! Who was he? How long had he been there? It didn’t matter – he couldn’t have failed to see her playing with herself. She quickly threw her dressing gown on in an attempt to cover her nude body. Then she realized she had seen his face before, it was Phillip! She tried to compose herself as she asked him to come round to the back door of her house.

Phillip instincts told him that this was his best find yet. He had developed a very lucrative business that was based in an up-market tabletop dance club. A specialized aspect of the business was arranging sex shows and parties for wealthy clients. He often used the internet to advertise for talent and after many false trails it seemed he had hit pay dirt again. He had learnt from many other contacts that arriving early enabled him time to check out things. More than once sneaking around had led to him discovering that a meeting was a “set up” This time was different, as he sneaked around the isolated house he found an open window and when he peeped in, there was this sexy young woman stark naked, with her hand buried deep into her almost bald pussy. The sight of her large breasts and the thrilling glimpses of her fisting her wide-open snatch captivated Phillip. She was almost perfect, short blond hair, very tall, big framed and that “homey germanic” sort of look that his clients loved. His prick had become rock hard as he watched her masturbate and he lost track of how long he stood silently watching and lusting. Then as she appeared to be nearing an organism he decided it was time to announce his presence. He tapped loudly on the window frame and was pleased at the reaction it created – first there was a loud sigh, followed by a frantic, almost comical flurry of movement as she tried to get her fist out of her pussy and put on her dressing gown at the same time.

Looking back afterwards, Jenny was amazed at herself when she recollected what she had done next. She stood beside the bed and beckoned Phillip to come into her kitchen. As he walked in the first thing she noticed was that he had a huge erection. She let out an audible gasp as her eyes locked onto the bulging outline in his loose cotton trousers. Then without warning slammed a wad of notes on the table and then pulled his trousers down in one swift movement that revealed his stiff cock in all its glory. He was hung like a prize bull and it was so hard!! Jenny let out an even louder gasp! The skin was stretched so tight that the veins stood out along its length and his balls were huge. She couldn’t help herself – she was as horny as hell from her near orgasim that he had interrupted only moments earlier – she just stood there open-mouthed staring. Phillip interrupted her thoughts. “Well Jenny, that’s the $250 audition fee so lets see how good you really are!” She moved trance like and kneeled in front of Phillip. Taking the end of his cock into her mouth she began to move her head up and down, caressing the swollen glans with her tongue. Phillip grinned, his efforts over the past türkçe bahis two months of almost daily “chat sessions” with this young lustful woman were beginning to be rewarded.

Occasionally Jenny paused to savior his huge balls, sucking them one at a time into her mouth and then pulling back so they popped from between her lips. After several minutes of this eager sucking Phillip began to feel the sensation he had experienced many times before. “Oh shit! I’m going to cum!” Jenny removed his cock from her mouth just long enough to gasp, “Let it come, Phil!” before taking him back between her lips, her head bobbing faster and faster. Phillip’s hips thrust and jerked as he felt his spunk pumping out into her mouth. Jenny swallowed greedily as she felt the man’s prick pumping. She had almost a third of his shaft stuffing her mouth and she eagerly swallowed down the thick creamy cum.

Eventually she released his slackening cock and allowed him to lift her up into a passionate embrace. After a long deep kiss she pulled back and looked into his face “Please Phillip,… come into my bedroom, I need a good hard fucking” Phillip followed her to her room and soon she had pulled his head to her ample breasts. “Suck them, Phillip. Suck Jenny’s titties for her. Phillip took the rubbery teat between his lips and sucked. He was jubilant to find the already large and erect nipple growing even harder as he suckled her acorn sized nipples. Big erect nipples was another thing his clients liked to see. His new slut began to moan softly. She reached down and took Phillip’s cock in her hand and began to fondle him again. It felt so good to have a big virile prick in her hands again – even if Phillip was a lot older than he had told her during their frequent sessions on the internet.

Phillip moved down Jenny’s body and found himself staring in admiration at her pussy. He had never seen such a perfect sight before. Jenny had reached down and spread her big fleshy pussy lips. He had rarely seen lips as big or a pussy that opened so wide, so easily. And the best part was her clit, it stood up proud like a small cock. He touched it with his fingertip causing her to shudder and in the process she pulled her pussy lips harder. Phillip was awe struck! Her pussy was huge and he could see deep into its bright pink depths. She was dripping and her juices we oozing out and down over her asshole. She spoke in a hoarse whisper. “My clitoris loves being sucked and nibbled and I want you to lick it and suck it just like I did to your cock” Phillip needed no second bidding. He was soon lapping at the woman’s cunt like an expert. Jenny lay back and delighted in the sensations Phillip’s tongue was providing. How perverted! Sucking off a man she had never met before, then getting him to suck her tits and lick her pussy! The thought of the “naughtiness” of it all just made it all the more thrilling. She was becoming desperate to feel something more substantial inside her. “Put your fingers in me Phillip. Hurry, finger fuck me!”

Phillips mind was reeling with lust as he licked a finger and thrust it into her puckering brown hole. Jenny jerked as she felt the man’s stubby index finger force itself up into her bottom. Then as she began to relax, she felt a thrill radiate through her body from the coarse actions of his finger wriggling deeper into her tingling ass.

No! Don’t stop! Use your other hand and put a couple of fingers up my pussy… There!… OH YES!”

Phillip had sat back slightly, raising his head to look what he was doing. He was amazed at how easily his fingers slipped inside her pussy – his initial invasion of her ass had needed the usual amount of force but this was remarkable. He looked at her pussy and watched as the puffy, protruding lips moved with his fingers – his new slut was thrusting her hips up to meet his hand, grinding her pubis against his palm. Phillip saw her take her breasts in her hands and pull at the erect teats, her head was thrashing from side to side. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a hunger that he had not seen in many women. His cock was hard again! Standing up resembling a flagpole, the purple head bigger than he could remember seeing it before and he could see lots of pre cum oozing from the large hole at its tip.

“Fuck me Phillip! Fuck me now – quickly!!”

Phillip knew exactly what this young woman wanted. He moved forward. Jenny took his donkey dick in her hand and guided him into her. Phillip began to thrust at once – hastily, wildly. Jenny felt his cock plunge deep into her, filling her more than she had been for many months, his big balls slapping against her buttocks, she felt her new lover’s prick begin to piston in and out of her pussy, stretching and filling her. She was on the verge of coming. She reached down between their bodies and began to tweak her hard clit, her hips were rising to meet each virile thrust of this 48 year old stud.

“Harder!… Fuck me harder!!… Ooooh yes!!.. yes!.. Now!!!” Phillip was surprised how forcefully her hips jerked and bucked as she came. He felt her vagina grip his huge tool and, for the second time in fifteen minutes, güvenilir bahis siteleri he felt the sensation that meant his balls would soon be emptying another load into his horny young woman.

Later as she laid back enjoying the sensation of the sperm seeping out of her and dribbling down over the puckered ring of her anus. She remembered the thrill she had felt when he had thrust his finger there and the enjoyment she always got from having a good hard cock in her ass. Anal sex was something that she had gradually grown to love since her first unpleasant experiment when her uncle fucked her ass twice on her 15th birthday. Now it always excited her, especially taking a thick, fully grown cock all the way up her ass. Now it was almost an essential “desert” to normal sex that she frequently craved. It always made her feel so marvelously wicked. She loved men who were comfortable with licking and fucking her in that way but it was something that she had rarely had enjoyed in recent months.

It just happened that Jenny had discovered early in her sex life that she had an unusually sensitive, itchy asshole. Whenever her cunt got wet, her asshole usually felt hot and tingly too. It had been a long, long time since she’d felt a really big prick boring into her ass and now she wondered if she would be able to accommodate Phillip if he tried to shove his huge cock up her ass. She was suddenly frightened by the thought of such a big cock prying open her sphincter. Her puckered, brown hole began throbbing lewdly as she contemplated becoming a total anal slut with such a huge cock.

Taking a deep breath Jenny moved unsteadily to her knees, driven by her memories of how much she had enjoyed it in the past and the dark desired that lived deep in he psyche. “Phillip do you know where I’d like you to shove this big cock of yours next?…

“Up my tight ass!”

Phillip grinned as his cock rapidly hardened. Jennys eyes widen with a heady cocktail of lust and fear. She gulped, what was she doing!? She was scared of her ass being torn apart by his monster cock, and disgusted at her eagerness to ignore this obvious risk and have him fuck her ass. At the same time she was extremely excited that she was about to have a torrid session doing one of the “nasty” things that were frequently a feature of her sexual fantasies. So she shamelessly gripped her rounded white ass globes and spread them wide to revealing her brown, puckering orifice to Phillip. He grinned, as he moving behind her and delighted in the way she whimpered as he started licking and fingering her back door. “Stick your fingers in Phillip. Get my bottom nice and ready for that huge cock of yours. ”

Phillip did as his new slut asked, straightening his fingers, thrusting first one, then two into the gripping interior of her bowels. Jenny groaned, fucking her itchy asshole onto his fingers… “mmmmm that’s so nice” she moaned. Soon his fingers were sliding in and out of her ass igniting that delicious tingling she craved.

Phillip aimed his swollen cock tip at her saliva coated shit hole. The rubbery rosebud stretched and slowly opened to admit the head of his 11″ cock. He paused for a few moments, enjoying the sight of Jenny squirming as she attempted to welcome him into her body. It had been so, so long since her last asshole reaming with a massive cock. Her asshole was already spasming in response to the invasion of his huge cock. As he felt her begin to relax, Phillip reached round and grabbed her swaying tits. Jenny moaned with pleasure and she forced herself to start humping, wiggling at the same time, trying to help her hung stud to stuff another inch or two of his fuck pole into her blazing, gripping ass. Jenny loved this moment, the almost unbearable pain, pain that would soon be transformed to the most lurid sexual satisfaction.

Then there was intense searing pain! Phillip had pulled hard on her tits and thrust forward. She felt the cock cleaving into her bowels, instantly stretching her tingling asshole around the invading thickness of his prick. Jenny screamed “FUCK!… your tearing me apart” The hot brutal pain radiated from her asshole as she bit down on he lip, trying to stop herself whimpering as Phillip’s balls slapped home against her pussy lips. He paused, his cock was buried deep in her tormented ass. His huge prick pulsating as it soaked in the indescribable clenching slickness of her shit tunnel. Gently he moved his hands down her belly and started caressing her swollen clitty and sluicing his fingers into her sloppy pussy.

Jenny was moaning and sobbing. But despite the pain she began to shamelessly push her stretched and tingling asshole back onto his cock. Phillip grunted as he heaved behind her, trying to force his immense cock deeper into the heat of her asshole. Then putting his hands on the twin globes of her ass, he pulled out slowly till the knob of his shit-streaked pole was almost out of her tortured hole. Then after what seemed like minutes he rammed his prick back deep into her bowels. Soon he had settled into a deep, hard rhythm, slowly out then slamming his prick back in to her horny ass. Jenny’s sobs receded and she began to pant “Oh god I need this, Phillip! Deeper, baby, really push it in now! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, fuck my asshole as deep as you can!” She was pleading now. “Fuck my asshole, fuck my horny asshole!”

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I couldn’t believe that I actually got one of my stories published. I had the hard copy in my hand and I had planned on mailing you a copy but then my company advised that they were sending me to Texas for some training and I knew I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

I hated traveling, but was looking forward to surprising you. It wasn’t a long flight but the heat was thick and heavy with humidity and I was eager to check into my hotel room. I had the evening free because I didn’t start training until the morning. Once I got comfortable and cooled down I pulled up my lap top and logged into my email. Luckily you were on and I was a bit nervous because I have never done this before.

IM:

Me: hey you

luvemlarge: hello my friend, how are you doing?

Me: I am doing great; I have a surprise for you….

luvemlarge: oh? Are you coming to see me? eg

Me: how did you know? 🙁

luvemlarge: stop kidding me

Me: I’m not kidding, I just checked into my hotel room. Do you know where the Day’s Inn is?

luvemlarge: yes.

Me: do you think you could get away for a bit and come see me? I’d hate to come all this way and not see you…

luvemlarge: yes of course, I will be there in about 30 minutes.

Me: I’m in room

14 just come on up.

luvemlarge: ok great see you then.

Logoff.

I made sure I was dressed for you; I wore a black summer dress and was barefoot. I had stopped by the circle K on the way in and bought a six pack of margaritas and I had one open so it would help me relax. I was lying on the bed watching bad TV when I heard the knock on the door; I adjusted my dress and opened the door.

“Hey there” I said and I let you in.

“It’s a pleasure to see you in person Nora” you are very dashing, dressed casually with jeans and a button up shirt. You smell amazing.

“Can I get a hug?” I ask nervously.

“Definitely” you say, as you pull me towards you and wrap your arms around me.

“You feel amazing” you whisper in my ear and kiss my neck.

“The feeling is mutual” and I grab your hand and lead you farther into the room.

“I have something to show you before anything” I go to my desk and grab the book. It’s about 100 pages, like a small harlequin book, but it made me proud none the less.

“I got published!” as I present it to you I can’t contain my joy.

“That is very exciting Nora” you say, thumbing through it.

“I could never have done it without you Stephen. Look at the acknowledgements” I watched nervously as you read it.

‘To Stephen, you had faith in me and helped me reach it. I will forever be grateful. You are a great teacher.’

I could tell you were touched with the acknowledgement.

You looked at me with heavy passion filled eyes, and I knew that I had pleased you a lot. You put the book down and came towards me, my heart starting to race.

“Is there anything else you think I could teach you?” you asked, running a finger down my cleavage making my skin goose bump.

“Oh I am sure there is a lot you can teach me. One is never too old to learn” I grasp your hand and maneuver it to cup my breast. I can hear you take a deep breath, and watch as you lick your lips.

“Would you like a taste?” my voice husky with lust.

You just nod, mesmerized as I pull the top of my dress off one shoulder and release one breast from the cup. My nipple puckers at the exposure, and is ready to be taken in your mouth. I hold my breast up for you and you lick around the areola first, closing your eyes as if tasting a fine wine. My pussy automatically reacts, and I can feel my juices starting to flow. You take the full nipple into your mouth and suckle ever so softly; you wrap your free arm around me and pull me closer into you. I hold onto your shoulders and you spin me towards the bed, you release my breast güvenilir bahis and all that could be heard is our breathing.

“Take the dress off please” you request, I can feel you hard against my tummy and I eagerly follow your request.

I place my moist tit back into the cup and I pull the dress over my head, now I am standing in just thong and bra and you devour me with your eyes.

“You are beautiful Nora so full, so lush.” You grab my face between your hands and come in for a kiss. You are a very sensual kisser; you start off slowly by sucking on my bottom lip. I wrap my arms around you and I open my mouth to let you in, your tongue delves in and caresses mine and we engage in an erotic battle. I wrap my lips around your tongue and begin to suck on it, this drives you crazy. You reach around me and grab a cheek and squeeze. I growl in your mouth.

You pull away with a loud ‘smack’, lips shiny with my saliva. My lips are swollen from the assault and my breathing is quick and shallow.

“Your ass is amazing, it completely fills my hand” and you give it another squeeze.

“Please lay on the bed….” Another request I comply with.

As I crawl on the bed, giving you a view of my big ass, I look over my shoulder “don’t you think you have me at a disadvantage in the clothing department?”

“I guess I do” you smile and begin to undress, you take of your shirt and pants and I can see your erection through your boxer briefs.

“I can’t stop staring at your ass. I can’t wait to fuck you doggy style” you breathe, as you climb on the bed behind me. I rest my head on the pillow still on my knees giving you an up-close and personal view of my ass.

I reach back with my foot and make contact with your rock hard bulge.

“Is that all for me?” I ask coyly, softly stroking your cock with my foot. You close your eyes, enjoying the friction and heat against your cock.

“What are you waiting for Stephen?” and I wiggle my big ass, making my cheeks jiggle. Next thing I feel is the sharp sting of your hand making contact with a cheek.

“Oh!” a new surge of juice seeps from me.

“Another please?!” I ask.

I feel the second sting on the other cheek, and this time I feel your strong hand stroking my pussy from behind me.

“So wet” you admire. “It’s been so long since I have felt a wet ready pussy” you continue to rub me, putting pressure with your palm and your fingers rubbing my clit over the panty. I’m panting and pressing myself on your hand. I spread my legs more to give you better access. I feel your other hand unhook my bra and free my tits, I pull the straps off and toss the bra to the chair. Your fingers have slipped beneath; what I thought was protective cotton and has dipped into my drenched pussy.

“Oh fuck Stephen your fingers feel amazing.” Moving your finger in and out of me slowly I can hear my juices slurping as you pump in and out.

“More fingers please” I beg and you slip in another finger. I have my arms crossed under me and pinching my nipples, the sweet pain is driving me crazy. I can feel your mouth now kissing my ass, soft bites here and there all the while manipulating my pussy.

“Stephen if you keep doing that you will make me cum” I breathlessly warn you. You remove your fingers from my warm moist hole, and I feel abandoned. You grab me by my hips and flip me over, and pull my soaked thong off.

“I have to see you” and you toss those aside. My pussy is fat and thick, and shaved and glistening from my juices. The aroma in the room is heady, and I can see a wet spot on the front of your boxer briefs.

“I see I have the same effect on you, which you have on me?” I can almost see you pulsating beneath the black cloth. You scoot off the bed, and you are standing at the foot. You grab each of my ankles and place my feet at the edge of the mattress, and spread my türkçe bahis legs wide.

“I want to taste you” you say as you get on your knees. “Hold your pussy open for me Nora” and my red polished nails split my lips open.

“I am yours to do with as you wish Stephen” your eyes light up and I hear you moan your response, it almost sounds like a growl and it excites me.

“I’d like to see my wife eat your pussy, once.” You say almost to yourself “but right now you are all mine to devour” with that last word you do just that.

Your tongue fills me, it’s hot and demanding and I close my eyes and I am engulfed by the pure male animalistic claiming. My clit is swollen and extends to play a part in the sweet tongue washing.

“Suck my clit Stephen” I beg and you more than enthusiastically take it into your mouth.

“Mm mm that’s it, suck it. Oh my god it feels so good! I love when I get head.” My body is writhing under your assault, and then I feel you slip your fingers inside me matching each suction and release.

“OH FUCK!” I moan loudly. “Oh…oh… Stephen you are going to make me cum!” I announce. The pressure is building inside me and you pressing on my G spot is expediting my orgasm.

You tear yourself off my little cock “I’m going to make you squirt Nora. Are you ready?” you announce.

“Yes… yes… please!” both of my hands are holding my thick lips open for you and you dive back in. Your mouth has latched onto my clit and two fingers are buried deep inside me, my feet are now on our shoulders and my legs are open as wide as possible. My ass is partially off the bed which gives you plenty of room to work my swollen cunt.

I am lost in a tornado of feelings, and my body is reacting instinctively. The pressure is sweet torture and suddenly everything feels like it’s coming to the top of my vagina, it wants release.

“Oh shit Stephen!” I am whimpering. “Keep going, I’m so close!” I am biting my bottom lip to stop from crying out. Suddenly the first spasm explodes.

“Oh GOD!” bursts from my lips, and I hear you growl in my pussy but you do not let go of my clit. Just then I feel your fingers put pressure on my G-spot and the flood gates open. It almost feels like I am going to pee and for a split second I worry but the feeling is so intense it’s fleeting and I just let go. A warm flow escapes me and I can hear you lapping up the liquid.

“That’s my girl, I knew you could do it!” you say proudly. Spasm after spasm is wreaking havoc on my body and I don’t want the feeling to end. I am in another world and can barely hear you from far away. Warm liquid heat escapes me, drenching the comforter and my ass.

“We are not done yet my hot Latina” and you come to lie next to me, kissing my tits and my face. I can feel moisture on your face and we kiss. Deeply.

I can taste me on you, and I want more and I kiss your face to clean the mess I made. I reach between your legs and your cock is engorged and my pussy is so ready for you.

“I want to see what you taste like” I regain my senses and press you onto your back and kneel to remove your boxers. The minute I remove them, your cock stretches relishing the release. I lick my lips in anticipation and lower my mouth to the glistening tip. I hear you suck in your breath and groan.

I wrap my lips around the tip and suckle the pearlescent drop. You taste amazing, slightly salty and silky. I circle my tongue around you and close my eyes basking in the pure power I have over your body. My mouth opens to accommodate more of you and I can feel you nudging the back of my throat.

“Sweet god Nora, you are amazing” and I feel your hands on the back of my head, holding me there. I am breathing through my nose and slightly bobbing my head. Tears squeeze from behind my lids, holding in my gag. I dig my nails in your thigh as a sign to release and you do. güvenilir bahis siteleri Slowly I release you and take a breath.

“Your mouth is another world Nora, I could have cum just from you sucking me” and you pull me to you and kiss me.

“Stephen I want you inside me, please” I beg my jaw still burning.

“Anything you’d like” and you shift position.

“Fuck me doggy style” I swing around on my tummy and prop myself up on my knees and present my ass to you.

“It would be my pleasure” you reply, with a sharp smack to my ass.

I can feel your hands on my hips, sliding over each large globe.

‘Smack’

I bury myself deeper into the pillow and enjoy the sweet sting of the spank.

You take the head of your cock and run it up and down my ass crack. I can feel the warm pre cum coating me. You nudge my legs wider and tease my pussy with the head of your cock and I wiggle against you. My pussy is drenched and you pull out slightly and see how wet I am.

“Please Stephen, stop teasing me” I look over my shoulder and your eyes are focused on my swollen pussy.

Our eyes connect and you slightly smile and slide into me, to the hilt. Its sweet pain, your cock is so thick and I feel I am being split in two. You pause for a moment and enjoy the slick warmth of my cunt. You start a slow pounding, long deep strokes.

“Sweet fuck, you feel amazing around my cock” and you pick up your pace.

My fingers have fisted the sheets as my pussy adjusts to you.

“Harder Stephen, fuck me harder!” my voice comes out like hic-ups from your hammering. I close my eyes and just absorb the impact.

“If I fuck you harder, I will cum soon.” You advise me between breaths.

“We have time for another round, please baby just give me all you got!” I reach under between my legs and start to rub my clit, which produces more liquid.

With a grunt, you dig your hands into my hips and pummel me. My ass is jiggling with every thrust and I have planted my hands on the head board to steady myself, and you collide with my unrelenting body.

Grunts and moans fill the room along with the sound of bodies slapping against each other. You have hit my g-spot and my body starts to convulse, my muscles begin to constrict around you, milking your cock.

“Yes! Oh my god Stephen” I cry out.

“Yes, yes” and an explosion erupts inside me and I cum again, this time all over your cock. Simultaneously you dump all your cum inside me with a hard rumble. You have such a tight grip on my hips; my flesh has oozed between your fingers. My body quivers from the aftershocks and I can feel your breath on my neck. You are still inside me and slowly pull out, I suddenly feel empty and yet so satisfied.

You collapse next to me with your hand resting on my ass, softly caressing the handprint left on me.

“I am going to have to hide those hand prints when I get home” I softly giggle, you smile in response still taking deep breaths to calm your heartbeat.

“That was amazing” and you kiss my shoulder.

“Will there be a round two?” I ask hopefully. You shake your head and stand up, and start gathering your clothes.

“I wish I could, but I do have to be home. This will be a great memory to reflect on though.”

I stay on the bed, watching you dress and I can feel you oozing out of my pussy.

“The feeling is mutual Stephen, I’m so glad this worked out, you know being able to see each other.” I reach over and cover myself with the sheet. You come to my side of the bed and kiss me so tenderly.

“You made me very happy, I would love to stay and have another round. I hate leaving you like this?” I can see the uncertainty in your eyes.

“I had a great time Stephen; we are both adults with partners, so I knew what this was going to be. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out?” I curl up on my side and let the sheet fall enough so you can glimpse my hip.

“Not at all, I look forward to reading another story?” you say as you make your way to the door.

“I look forward to writing a new one.Good night Stephen.”

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EDITED BY: Miriam Belle

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

“Be forewarned, this is a story about cheating, so if that offends you at least you’ve been made aware. Cheers!”

***

The first of the real summer heat kicked in one late June afternoon just after my wife and I had gone through our latest round of fighting. It had been rough before, but now with the heat amplifying our problems and making us more irritable than ever before I was beginning to wonder if there would ever be peace. Our first year of marriage had been an unmitigated disaster. I could admit that now, though I spent about half that time in strong denial.

I was sitting on the back porch of my apartment, feeling completely empty of strength of resolve. Karen and I were on the verge of a divorce, that much was clear. I felt badly over the way things had gone but I knew there was nothing I could do or say that hadn’t already been said that would change the situation. I had tried to make the marriage work, but after a year of fighting I was worn out. At 25 years old, I felt like I was going on 65.

The sun beat down mercilessly as I sprawled out on my lounge chair, wearing only my Bermuda shorts and trying to take the edge off my Irish skin. The complex was quiet, and it was my day off from work. I needed a little rest and relaxation. Karen’s constant accusations of infidelity and her wild rants were enough to drive a man to the bughouse and back again. Our year anniversary had been lamented fully last week and I was out of reasons to try anymore.

How many ways can you tell someone you love them? How many ways can you forgive violent outbursts that happen again and again? Through our first year, I had seen her throw everything in the house and break half her belongings in a rage over simple, every day problems. I had seen her break down and go into hysterical fits of crying because she believed I would leave her for another woman someday (though my protests to the contrary had been ignored completely). She had tried to commit suicide twice and then to top it all of she had tried to give me a bedtime. That’s right, a bedtime. Her thought was if she was in bed by 8:30, I needed to be in bed too.

“I’m leaving now,” she opened the screen door and glared down at me, her blue eyes filled with indignant rage.

From behind my sunglasses, taking comfort in the silence that would follow her departure, I said, “Okay then.”

“That’s it?” she snorted and tossed her red hair back over her shoulders, “That’s all you have to say?”

I sighed. “What else can I say? I’m done doing this shit with you, Karen. I’ve never cheated on you, I’ve stood by you, I’ve lied to cover up your mistakes and I’ve put up with all your bullshit over and over again. I’m finished.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means get your act together or make some decisions about what you want in life.”

Karen replied, “Why don’t I just go fucking kill myself? That would make you happy.”

“Oh God,” I rolled my eyes. When push came to shove, there was always the suicide thing… I said, “Karen, would you knock of this suicide crap? Just stop it.”

“Who cares if I die or not?” she asked and stepped out in front of me, “Who gives a flying fuck?”

“Well,” I frowned, “For starters, me and the kids might care if you died?”

“Yeah right,” she fired back. You have to remember, this was the woman who threatened to abort my unborn son during our first separation in August of 2004 if I didn’t come back. She throws around death and suicide and like some kind of ace-in-the-hole bargaining chip.

“Karen,” I took off my sunglasses and looked at her, “What do you want from me? What can I do short of chaining my self to the bed posts and being your little bitch?”

“Well I’ve just given up on us having a sex life,” she said. This was another tactic of hers. Whenever she finds herself being proven incorrect, she’ll switch to another argument and start fresh. I think it was her way of trying to keep me off balance, and very often worked quite well.

“Okay look,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down, “When you ignore my compliments, when you make fun of yourself all day long and accuse me of cheating on you when I haven’t, it’s hard for me to want to be intimate with you. You’re making this too hard. Sex should not be this fucking hard! Just relax. If you don’t, well never be comfortable enough to be intimate.”

“See?” she pointed at me, “Like I said. We’re never going to have sex again. I knew it.”

Now that was logic, was it not?

I took a deep breath. How do you argue with someone who is truly in danger of being a batshit insane lunatic? I had never cheated on her, I hadn’t even thought of it. But because her ex, Dan, had cheated on her and was porn freak, I was getting the brunt of her anger. See, Dan had left her high and dry when she was pregnant with my stepdaughter Katy. In the final death throes of that relationship, Dan had turned to porn to deal with his frustrations and then finally cheated on her. I could see why he was into güvenilir bahis porn after having been married to Karen for a year. Her insecurities alone made it impossible to even want to be next to her, let alone make love (and this was a little problem she kept hidden from me until we got married and it was too late…). I could understand the porn, but cheating was cheating right?

In the end, Karen never got a chance to vent her anger out on him, so it was being vented out on me. I didn’t think it was very fair then and I didn’t think it was fair now. Mind you, it’s not that Karen was an evil person. She just had no control over her emotions or her thoughts. She acts on impulse and tries to blame others for it when it all goes bad. I suppose you could say Karen was the kind of woman who made her own drama and then blamed the person next to her for it. It’s like when the rude guy next to you farts and then blames it all on you. You didn’t ask to be blessed with methane because your accuser ate too many beans the night before. Either way, the situation still smells like shit.

“I am not Dan,” I said, “Get it through your head, okay?”

“I am not Dan,” she mocked me, her voice high and shrill.

“Okay, what is this? Third grade?”

“I’ve just accepted the fact that you’re going to leave me,” she ignored me, raising her hands into the air and giving up.

“Are you high?” I asked as sweat beaded on my bare chest and trickled down my stomach, “Are you needing to take a vacation? If I were going to leave you Karen, I would have. You’ve given me every opportunity to… doesn’t that say I have some faith in you to get past this shit-attitude? If I wanted to leave-“

“So why don’t you?”

“Because we have a family together!”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “You have the family. I’m just easily replaceable. Dan replaced me, my parents replaced me and so will you.”

“This conversation is over,” I put my sunglasses back on and laid back down. She was determined once again to not listen to reason at all. She wanted to fight, and I wasn’t going to oblige.

“And what does that mean?”

“Get a dictionary and look the words up if you need to,” I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. “Go and have fun.”

“I’m not done talking yet,” she said.

“Well I’m done listening, Karen. I’m not going to do this with you all day. Fuck that.”

She stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot like some kind of ridiculous parody of an authority figure.

“When you’re calm, we’ll talk.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes and stormed off. I could hear glasses from the kitchen being thrown around and shattering and then there was the thunderous slam of the front door to signal the climax. I sat there for a long time, feeling so hopeless it was depressing. I was thankful my mom and dad had taken the kids for the weekend. They didn’t need to see this crap. I had tried to shield them from it as best I could, but Karen’s outbursts and behavior were becoming more and more intense with each conflict.

Everyone in my family had warned me against marrying her. At the time I just thought they were being silly, but now I could see the logic of their concerns. Karen was unstable, that much was sure. Between her bad-self esteem, unhealthy methods of anger management and trust issues, coupled with what I truly believed was a severe case of bi-polar disorder, Karen was on her way to another breakdown. The last one had been ugly and almost ended in a suicide. I feared for what might happen this time.

A few fights back, she had even said if I left her she would kill herself. Now how’s that for a pickle? She tells me to leave all the time, but if I do she’ll kill herself.

What she didn’t understand is that even though she had effectively killed our marriage, I was sticking to the vows. At first it was simply a matter of me wanting to save the relationship, but more and more it felt like a fucking chant of denial to me. I was upholding the vows even after the passion and reason behind them had had been destroyed by her own special brand of madness. I was becoming convinced that a divorce was inevitable. No matter how many days she went without going crazy (and believe me, it was literally a matter of days and more recently, mere hours…) she still reverted back to her angry and accusatory nature.

For a woman so worried about her husband her cheating, she sure didn’t mind treating me like shit. Day after day I would ponder why she took it all out on me. Lately, I was pondering why I put up with it at all. I was 25 years old and in the prime of my life. I was in shape and still had enough hair on my head to not be a visual hazard in the sunlight. We hadn’t had sex in two months, which as I noted before was a serious bone of contention between us. But I wasn’t going to jump in the sack with her acting like this and justify her behavior. Her attitude and the shit was doing had turned me off completely.

I tried telling her this, hoping it might help her see things differently, but her response to my problem türkçe bahis with her was in the vein of her not being good enough or me not finding her attractive anymore. She thought she was too fat or stretched out from kids or too ugly or this or that.

The complaining and self-depreciation got old really quick. Sure, she was a little stretched out from child bearing, but I didn’t mind. She was no runway model in terms of her body, but I found her sexy. She was curved and voluptuous and had a set of breasts that a man could lose himself in. There was nothing wrong with her at all in my opinion. That’s part of why I married her. But as time progressed, I realized she hidden the most important truths about herself from me.

It was her attitude.

It was her personality.

It was the choices she made.

All of those things factored in so completely to how I ended up feeling about her. I felt stupid. I had given up my life back home and moved to a place where I had no friends to talk to, no family for support. I had left my job behind to be a stay at home dad for a while while Karen worked. Which, by the way, was another huge problem in and of itself. She had said she wanted to give me time to write a book (a dream of mine) and offered to work for a year while I stayed at home and took care of Katy.

In the end, I found out her reasons for offering such a selfless act were less than noble. She had not wanted to pay for daycare and she was worried if I found a job, I would cheat on her. She actively tried to sabotage me from having a life. So, against her strenuous objections, I got a job as a nurse’s aide again and paid for the daycare myself. At this point, she got fired from her job as a housekeeper at the hospital and decided to be the stay-at-home mom.

I rubbed my eyes and got up from the chair as she sped away for the rest of the afternoon. I stretched my back out and looked across the lawn of the courtyard. Pulling up my shorts a little, as they tended to sag now that I lost most of my weight from last year, I noticed that Desiree Jansen was coming out of the laundry room across the way. She was carrying a huge basket of laundry as she negotiated the heavy, self-closing door while trying to maintain her balancing act.

Desiree was one of those women that guys secretly fawned over from afar. She was a mother of three and in her early forties. Youth had remained a strong ally for her though, as she only appeared to be in the beginnings of her thirties. She was tall and voluptuous, her body not so much streamlined but more curved in all the right places. Like Karen, she was no stick figure but Desiree had recovered from her childbearing days with grace and dignity.

I watched her walk down the cement pathway between her apartment and the lawn as I opened the screen door to go inside. I turned and then heard her cry out. She spilled the clean clothes all over the walkway and the grass. She looked down at the toppled pile of laundry and shook her head, her hands out and open in surprise. She looked up and saw me standing there, her grayish-green eyes wide and embarrassed. She ran a hand through her thick black hair and grinned sheepishly, “I guess one washing wasn’t good enough…”

“You need help?” I laughed.

Desiree sighed and nodded as she knelt down beside the mess, “Yeah, could you? I have to wash these again.”

I opened the back gate of the three-foot tall retaining fence around our small patio and walked over to her. The concrete was hot against my bare feet as I hopped onto the grass where it was much cooler and easier moving. I got on my knees and turned her red, plastic basket right side up.

“This shit happens to me all the time,” I joked and began tossing her whites back into the basket.

“It cost me five bucks to wash all this,” she frowned and threw a t-shirt in with the socks.

“Well, don’t worry,” I smiled and piled more clothes in, “I can spot you some change.”

“Really?” she looked hopeful.

“Yeah,” I nodded and picked up the basket for her, “Us low-income folks got to stick together, right?”

Desiree smiled at me and it felt good to have someone just being nice for a change. I walked with her back to the laundry room and was relieved when the door opened and the air conditioner inside blasted me. I carried the laundry to the counter and sat it down as Desiree pulled her long, black hair into a ponytail. I noticed her give me a quick once over as I stood there. Before I could be absolutely certain, her eyes darted back to the row of five washing machines.

“Thanks again,” she smiled and began pulling her clothes out of the basket, tossing them into the open maw of the first washing machine.

“Here,” I got in between her and the clothes basket, “We’ll relay. Less of a trip.”

“Thanks,” she said again and we began loading the washer. As we worked, I found myself looking at her tanned legs and admiring their subtle muscular appeal. She wore a simple white skirt that cut off around her mid thigh and did nothing but accentuate her ass. She güvenilir bahis siteleri had a bubble butt to be sure, and her curves was so perfect I figured scientists could recalibrate their precision tools based on her sheer roundness. I looked away, feeling bad for a moment. That was all I needed: Karen’s crazy predictions coming true.

“How are things going with you?” Desiree asked as I handed her a wad of clothes, “Everything okay?”

“It could be better,” I said, “It could be a lot better, actually.”

“She still doing her whole ‘you’re gonna leave me’ thing?”

“Every day,” I sighed miserably.

“That’s gotta get old after awhile,” Desiree ventured and moved to the second washing machine, “She needs to relax.”

“That’s what I keep saying,” I agreed.

“She’s got gold in her hand with you,” she continued, “You’re smart, funny, attractive and kind all rolled into one package. It’s a shame some women can’t appreciate what they have.”

“Well, I’m a decent guy but I can be a pain in the ass too,” I shrugged, embarrassed and little horrified as my cock began to swell slightly, “I mean, I don’t hit her, I don’t do drugs, I’m not an alcoholic and I don’t lie to her. I try to treat her like I want to be treated.”

“You still thinking about a divorce?” she asked. Desiree had been my confidant since I moved here, and if hadn’t been for her I might have lost my mind. She looked at me as I handed her a pair of her panties. I looked down and realized what I was holding and blushed.

“Oh, sorry,” I managed as I handed them to her and laughed nervously.

“It’s okay,” she reassured me, “I’m not embarrassed.”

She opened up the white thong panties and said, “See? No stains.”

I laughed and turned away as my cock betrayed me and began to make a bulge in my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so the eight inches of thick meat I sported was going to make a sizable problem for me if I didn’t get it under control. I tilted myself so that my body was facing away from her and said, “I think Karen has no idea what she wants.”

“I’ll buy that,” Desiree nodded and smiled. As she turned, I noticed her white tank top had moved to the left a little and was revealing the side of her breast to me. My eyes widened and I felt a little dizzy as I stared on the massive side swell of her right breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I realized that her nipples were erected and poking through the fabric of the top.

‘Oh shit,’ I thought to myself, ‘This is just great…’

“I know I have to do something about this,” I sighed, trying to get my mind off Desiree and her large breasts and the way they jiggled under the fabric. This was insane. I chastised myself for being so horny and weak minded. After two months of nothing but masturbating in the shower I could see why I was so “sensitive” to visual stimulation, but I was married for God sakes. I said, “I have to do something.”

“Don’t stress over it,” she said sympathetically, “I know when my ex-husband wanted out, he made my life hell just so I would be the one to leave. Sometimes people want out and they can’t say it so they try and manipulate the situation.”

“You think that’s happening here?” I asked, refusing to look at her.

“Well,” Desiree said thoughtfully, “I mean no matter what you say, she won’t agree with you. It’s like you can’t win for losing. Believe me, I’ve heard you both late at night and that woman fights like a hardened lawyer.”

“I know,” I sighed. I hated that Karen yelled so friggin’ much. I hated that I got so worked up that I yelled. I hated that our problems were public interest around the complex.

“I think she wants out,” Desiree said carefully.

“Well if she wants out she can leave,” I grabbed the last handful of clothes from the basket, “Jesus, I can’t do this anymore. You see how much hair I’m losing over this?”

Desiree smiled and looked at my thinning, Bruce Willis-esque hairline. She said, “I think it flatters you.”

“At least someone does.”

“Hey,” she said and closed the lids to the washers. She came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing the tight muscles there. I had no idea how tense I was until Desiree began massaging me. I suddenly felt like the biggest asshole on the planet and the luckiest man alive. My heart raced and as I looked down. I could see my cock was boldly tenting my shorts out now. She said, “You have to relax. Don’t get all bent out of shape here, Clark. Things will work out.”

“Things will work out,” I repeated and just stood there as she worked my shoulders over with her slender fingers.

“Speaking of working out,” she added after a moment, her breath hot on the back of my neck, “Have you been exercising?”

I smiled, “Yeah, been running every morning. I bought one of those Ab Lounge machines too.”

“It’s working,” she commented and squeezed my shoulder in a long, sensual motion that made my nipples harden. I became acutely aware that Desiree was now very close to my backside, her large breasts pressed against me. I could feel the texture of her tank top and the hard points of her nipples pressing to my skin. Her forearms were resting on my shoulder blades as she massaged my neck with a dedication we should not have been indulging in.

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