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Demographic trends are something I pay close attention to. I have it on good authority that White Canadians are having far fewer offspring than their African, Arab, Asian, Aboriginal and Latino counterparts. The future of Ontario, Canada, is colorful rather than pasty, if you catch my drift. Must be why so many Euro-Canadian bozos in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, hatefully stare at my fine Nigerian ass as I walk around downtown like I own the damn place. There’s absolutely nothing they can do about it.

Stephen Harper, the Conservative ex-Prime Minister and champion of racist, middle-aged ‘old school’ Canadians was roundly defeated at the polls, and now the Canadian government is more racially diverse than it’s ever been, with a Liberal at the helm. I like where the country is heading. Racial diversity is here to stay. All someone like me has to do is wait for the dinosaurs to die of old age or retire and play bingo, and the country shall be mine. Of course, it won’t be that easy but it’s good to have goals, wouldn’t you say?

My name is Norma Soyinka, and I’m a young Nigerian-Canadian woman living in the subur of Barrhaven. It’s the most affluent area of the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents, Noel Soyinka and Justine Adewale-Soyinka moved to provincial Ontario from the City of Makurdi, Central Nigeria, in the summer of 1987. I was born three years later in Mississauga. These days, I’m studying civil engineering at Carleton University. Yes, I know that civil engineering in North America is typically a very White and largely male occupation but I am not letting any of that get in my way.

You’ve got to be ruthless in this world if you want to advance. I’m not above tripping up White males who get in my way. Hey, the way I see it, if someone is given every advantage in life just because of who he is, fighting dirty against him is the way to go. Nothing personal, but I’m ambitious and it’s not easy for me out there as a smart Black woman. Let’s face it, many people in Canada, including other visible minorities, are intimidated by a Black person who has intelligence, a Canadian university degree and a lot of ambition.

My father Noel Sayinka told me what to expect in the Canadian workforce. These people Kocaeli Escort are passive-aggressive, mean as hell, and find creative ways of excluding anyone who doesn’t look like them. Dad came to Canada with his business degree from a Nigerian school, only to be told that it wasn’t valid in Canada. Dad had to go back to school, and earned a Bachelor’s degree in Accounting from the University of Toronto, and an Master’s degree in Business Administration from York University. After this, he still had to go on a waiting list before he could find employment with the Canada Revenue Agency.

See? The Canadian Government goes out of its way to discriminate against people of color, especially the ones from Africa. White Supremacy isn’t just disgruntled White guys with hoods and burning crosses. It’s a system that’s pretty much everywhere. At the mall, in office buildings, at the movie theater, in restaurants, at the grocery store, pretty much everyone you see is an agent of White supremacy. Some minorities, like my Chinese-Canadian neighbors who usually vote conservative, have sold their souls to the system. Me? I’ve decided to fight it.

Actually, on the subject of Chinese Canadians, I should not generalize. I am good friends with a young Asian woman named Natalie Xiaowei, originally from Hangzhou, China. Natalie is pro-Black as it comes, one of a few visible minorities in Canada who acknowledge the fight of Black people across North America for human rights. Natalie is dating another good friend of mine, a tall, handsome Somali guy named Ahmed Abukar. I envy those two their puppy love for each other. Me? I’m the cold, ruthless and totally business-minded Nigerian gal on her way to the top. I cannot let anyone or anything get in my way.

Alright, the other day I met this guy who is quite promising. Wayne Saint-Michel, a six-foot-tall, handsome young biracial man of Haitian and French Canadian descent. Seriously, I don’t know why I like Wayne since the dude is basically my polar opposite. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a White mother, Wayne is sinfully sexy. The dude is studying business administration at Carleton University and is fascinated with everything Kocaeli Escort Bayan African…especially yours truly. That’s why I agreed to have a deal with Wayne, if only to pick at the brain hidden behind the pretty face.

Wayne surprised me, to tell you the truth. The tall, light-skinned brother with the thick Afro and light brown eyes wasn’t the brain-dead pretty dude I thought he was. As we sat opposite each other inside Renedad, a classy Caribbean restaurant in the east end of Ottawa. Clad in a bright red silk shirt, Black silk pants and Black Timberland boots, Wayne looked sharp and smelled really good. I looked pretty fly in a low-cut red dress. I like to dress both classy and sexy, to enchant and disarm my opponents.

There is a certain power that comes from being an African woman who loves herself and doesn’t adhere to western beauty standards. I’m five-foot-ten, curvy and rather voluptuous, with long Black hair which I keep neatly braided and dark brown skin. I am the same color as my idol, Tennis Champion and style icon Serena Williams. I love being a Black woman. I don’t want to be a White woman. I am proud of my dark skin, my kinky hair, my full lips, my wide hips, my curvy body and my big butt. It kills me when I see other Black women try to be something they’re not. The natural hair movement is growing among Black women in North America, and this makes me smile.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to make of Wayne Saint-Michel. I know how Black men think and how White males think. Men of various cultures and ethnicities aren’t as different from one another as they’d like you to believe. Wayne was unusual, and not just because he has a Black father and a White mother. This guy carries himself like a prince, but he’s not arrogant or boastful. Wayne is smart, but not full of himself. The biracial stud from the City of Montreal walks a fine line, that’s all I can say. I found Wayne charming, that’s why I agreed to a second outing.

Wayne and I went to see the new movie The Martian at the Silver City movie theater. My pal Natalie Xiaowei and her boyfriend Ahmed saw it recently and highly recommend it. The movie was alright, but what I really enjoyed was the Escort Kocaeli impromptu and rather extensive make out session that followed. Wayne and I sat in his car, and kissed and fondled one another. One thing led to another, and next thing I know, Wayne and I were fucking in the parking lot of the Silver City movie theater. Yeah, just like that.

Wayne took my face in his strong, manly hands and kissed me. I kissed Wayne back passionately, and next thing I know, his hands were caressing my breasts through my top. Wayne slid his hand under my skirt and his fingers began exploring the womanly folds of my cunt. I gasped in shock, and smiled as Wayne fingered my already wet pussy. Later, I reached for his zipper, and freed his dick. Out it came, long and thick. I stroked Wayne’s dick, and soon had him harder than a rock.

Smiling at Wayne, I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. I am quite good at this, and soon had Wayne moaning and groaning as I pleasured him. Gently Wayne stroked my hair and cooed softly as I sucked him off. Wayne wanted to lick my pussy but we didn’t have time for that. This was a quickie, remember? I climbed on top of Wayne and straddled him. Grinning, Wayne smacked my ass as I sat on his lap. I felt his hard dick underneath me and grabbed it, then pressed its head against my cunt lips. Wayne put his hands on my hips as I lowered myself onto him, effectively impaling my pussy on his dick. Bucking his hips, Wayne thrust into me. At last, we were one.

Wrapping my arms around Wayne’s neck, I looked into his eyes. Wordlessly I told him to fuck me. Grinning, Wayne smacked my ass and thrust into me, burying his dick deep inside of me. Wayne sucked on my tits as we fucked. I rode Wayne’s thick dick like my life depended on it, loving the feel of it in my pussy. Seriously, I hadn’t had sex in ages and was delighted to make up for lost time. Wayne and I fucked for a good while, until a knock on his car window interrupted us. An old white couple, looking pissed, stood by, watching us fuck.

Wayne and I flipped them the bird, laughed it off and then readjusted our clothes. Moments later, we sped away from the Silver City movie theater parking lot and headed back to my place in Barrhaven to continue fucking. Yeah, I’ve definitely hit the jack pot when I met Wayne. The biracial brother from Montreal is good-looking, smart, has lots of ambition and knows how to fuck me silly. I, Norma Soyinka, the fearless Nigerian princess of Barrhaven, have got passion in my life once more!

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Part 2 – Cinema

Jo had been stuck in the house all week, after her encounter with Shaun her pussy almost ached to be filled again. Standing naked in front of the mirror she ran her hand across her pale, rounded buttocks and traced lightly up to cup her large D cup breasts. Playing with each nipple, rolling it between two fingers she slunk back in to her bed. Her right hand snaked down her stomach, spreading her moist, shaven labia apart when it reached her pussy.

Using her middle finger she rapidly flicked her clit until her body began to shiver. Reaching down with her left hand she grasped her already lubed 9″ dildo. She slid it down over her clit until she could feel its firm head against her. Thrusting her curvy hips forward her pussy expertly swallowed the first two inches of the toy.

Flipping herself over on to her knees she held the dildo firm and began to slide up and down its length. Feeling the need for more arousal she brought her feet up underneath her, gripped the base of the dildo with her toes and reached for the lube. With her fingers lubed and her pussy filled with 9″ of rubber cock she reached round and gently slid one finger into her ass. The throbbing of her pussy was immense, she could feel it in her ass and slid an extra finger in to appreciate it. As hard as she rode that rubber cock and no matter how many fingers she slid in to her ass, watching her body writhe in the mirror she just wasn’t as turned on as she had been at work.

The dildo slid from her moist pussy with a defeated thud, Jo slowly licked it clean, from end to end savoring the taste of her own pussy on her tongue. Sliding it back into the drawer she pulled out a red lace peep hole bra, her nipples had stayed firmly erect and poked through the slits just waiting to be sucked. A thin cotton shirt covered them, no knickers left her clean shaven moist pussy free to rub on the fabric of her jeans. Tossing her long dark hair into a scrunchy she was ready for a trip to the cinema.

Not many men go to the cinema alone but Greg didn’t mind, Kıbrıs Escort there was always plenty of eye candy and if not then he was always happy to just enjoy. An action film. Stationed in the back row corner as usual he spotted her as soon as she walked in, the light from the screen hit her white shirt just right and he saw a flash of red underneath. She wasn’t his type, usually opting for slimmer girls but her figure had him mesmerized, bouncy breasts, curvy hips and a rounded face that housed the most magnificent pair of lips he’d ever seen, blow job lips, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but pray she would sit with him.

Dammit, Jo thought, the back row corner was taken, but thankfully by a lone man who looked of fuckable age. As she neared him she realised he was younger than Shaun, closer to her own age, mid 20s, sandy scruffy hair and a casual look about him that just screamed “come get me”. Sliding in to the seat next to him she casually smiled and set her popcorn on her lap. As the lights went down she shifted in her seat whilst unhooking a button on her shirt, as the last ray of light went out and unmistakable flash of red caught gregs eye.

Already turned on by the heat she could feel from how close his leg rested against her thigh, still moist from an unsuccessful dildo fuck earlier Jo decided she wasn’t wasting any time with this one. Turning to face him she gestured her popcorn towards him. As he reached for it she took one kernels in her had and moved the bag away from him. Resting it on her bottom lip she leaned towards him. Plunging the popcorn and her tongue into his mouth she reached down and felt an impressive bulge in his pants. Her satisfied grin broke the seal on their kiss, reaching for another piece of popcorn she leaned back and slid this one into her cleavage.

Greg stared for a moment and this breath taking woman’s chest heaved up and down in front of him, popcorn bobbing between two glistening tits, he slowly licked the ridge of each one, took the popcorn in his teeth and lifted Kıbrıs Escort Bayan his head to feed it to her. She took it from him but didn’t linger for a kiss, Greg detected the sweet taste of pussy in her lips before she thrust his head back to her chest ripping buttons and exposing a red lace peep hole bra.

Jo had no time for kissing she wanted to be worshiped and fucked not loved. As she pushed his head towards her nipple she reached for the zip of his jeans. A good hard 7″ hit her hand, it would do, and she began to massage the head of his cock with her small hands. He was applying his teeth to her nipples and sending warm shocks down to her clit adding to the warm juices slowly seeping from her. Leaving his cock for the moment she undid her jeans, lifted her hips slightly as she pushed her jeans to her ankles.

Taking hold of his head she pushed him into her cunt, feeling he should appreciate the work she had already done she held him firm and writhed into him, his nose rubbed her clit whilst his tongue thrust into her pussy at lightening speed. Fearing he may not be able to breathe she lifted his head, drinking in the amazing sight of his face glistening with her juices.

Greg caught his breath as he was released from a tight grip, he could feel her juices soaking his face and knew this was what he had tasted on her mouth earlier. He leaned to nibble on her tits and dipped his fingers into her pussy to moisten them, sliding them out again he thrust them hard into her ass. The grin on her face was enough for him and his cock ached to fuck her.

Jo spread her legs over either arm of the reclining cinema chairs, with his finger in her ass she led his cock to her waiting pussy. Slowly at first but more rapidly he pounded her, deeper each time until he had made his 7″ feel like 10″, his impressive girth had the walls of her pussy straining and she loved every minute. Grabbing his left wrist, which was supporting the hand that had two fingers up her ass she leaned to his ear and whispered “more”.

As Escort Kıbrıs obedient as a puppy dog he slid a third then a fourth finger into her anus, Jo could feel his cock rubbing against his fingers all inside her and her body quivered , pulsed and shook as she came in quick fast succession, not sure whether she’d had one two or three orgasms but knowing her creamy juices were dripping on the cinema floor she felt exhilarated. Tearing the last buttons off her shirt she exposed her buoyant breasts entirely to this totally stranger, she pushed his hips back and his cock slipped out of her satisfied cunt. Taking him in both hands she slowly worked the head until his balls began to twitch. Pulling her bra down below her breasts she arched her back and handed his cock to him waiting to take his load.

Greg clenched his buttocks tight as he stroked the head of his cock over the half naked body of a total stranger. Her sweet juices had soaked his crotch and now she lay there waiting to be covered. Why hadn’t anyone turned around? He didn’t care as the heat rose from his toes to his head he knew he was going to blow. Keeping his aim true the firs wave hit her face, dripping slowly down and into her mouth, the second wave painted her magnificent chest and the third hit her stomach, pooling in her navel.

Jo received each warm hit with a smirk and a moan, gathering the spray that hit her face on her fingers which she dipped into her mouth to lick clean, massaging the load on her tits into each nipple, when she had cleaned her face she led his head to her stomach where she instructed him to “clean it”. His tongue lapped, apprehensively at first but soon became more enthusiastic. When she felt he had got enough she leaned down to him, dipping her tongue into his mouth for one final kiss, both tasting of sweet moist pussy and hot salty cum, she swirled her tongue around to fully appreciate the mix.

Holding her torn shirt around her middle she exited the screen, not turning her back to look at him until she reached the door. He sat, still shocked and as far as she could tell still naked from the waist down but the seats did a good job of hiding that, those seats did a good job of hiding a lot. Jo resolved to book tickets to see this film with a friend soon as she had enjoyed her visit to the cinema so much it had to be repeated.

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“Don’t worry about it” the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering.

“Fuck it, I’m sorry Sammi.”

“Bob it doesn’t matter, please don’t beat yourself up. It’s only a fuck.”

They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty seven year old married man had made the twenty four year old single girl cum three times; once with his fingers as he undressed her standing behind her with his hands in her panties and twice with his mouth as he made awesome, well she though it was, oral love to her.

It was when he tried to fuck her, though, that things went wrong. His hard on vanished.

Sammi had been school friends with Jane, Bob’s daughter. She had spent lots of time at Mister and Missus Roberts house and Bob had held some naughty thoughts for her, but had never done anything about them. It had been years since they or Sammi and Jane, who now lived in New York, had seen each other.

Bob was a Regional Manager for a large leisure company that owned a number of health clubs, one of which Sammi attended. He was due for retirement in a few month’s when they bumped into each other at the gym, had a chat, then a drink. Bob gave her a lift to the station a few times and then they had kissed in the car. Neither knew it then, but it was only a matter of time before they had sex. First in his car in Epping Forest and then at his home when his wife, Phillipa was in Portugal playing golf with ‘the girls’ from the golf club .

That was the start. The beginning of an affair between a mature man and a young woman.

Sammi lived with her mum not too far from Bob’s house in suburban Essex. She also rented a small apartment in Bethnal green in the East End of London. She needed that for, unbeknown to her mum who was now separated from Sammi’s dad, she was a glamour photography model in her spare time and needed to store the masses of underwear and other stuff she needed when posing. That helped her pay her way through stage school, which her father could no longer finance due to having lost his fortune in the Spanish property crash. It was at the apartment that she and Bob most frequently had sex. It was also the flat where she had carried on a short fling with a guy of her age, Jack, who was part of a group that met at a pub and played darts on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. It was after those times that for a few weeks they would go to her flat and he would fuck her several times during the evening or afternoon. Meeting Bob and starting the affair with him had been bad news for Jack, for Sammi was not able to cope with both, either physically or emotinally. She couldn’t handle being fucked three or four times on a Wednesday and most Sundays by Jack and having long, often three hour sessions with Bob who would only cum once, but would give her countless full and mini orgasms.

“Let me help” Sammi said kissing Bob on the lips and taking hold of his hand. She placed that on her fairly small, but beautifully shaped and pert B cup breast. He squeezed it, both gratefully and lovingly, but felt bad about losing his erection.

Lying on her side with Bob on his back she ran her fingertips down his fairly hairy chest, past his waist, over the slight bulge of his middle age spread stomach and into the untidy curls of his thick, matted pubic hairs.

Although she was a little disappointed that Bob had lost his erection, Sammi, being a very ‘glass half full’ girl, looked forward to the challenge of getting him hard again, although never having been with an older guy who lost it before it was uncharted territory to her.

It had happened to Bob a few times with his wife, but he had put that down to familiarity, her being overweight and too much drink. Worryingly, a few months ago just before he met Sammi, it had happened at a massage parlour and that had worried him, although he realised it was the sort of thing that happens at his age. He had made a mental note to get some Viagra or Ciallis, but couldn’t face seeing his doctor, who was almost a family friend and explaining that he couldn’t get it up. Up until now, nothing like it had happened with Sammi and he had been able to get erections almost on demand and keep them for ages. He had even cum twice one afternoon so the idea of taking something for his erectile malpractice had slipped from his mind. It came back though when she muttered.

“Why don’t you get some Viagra or something?”

“I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not? Loads of blokes do” she went on lifting his limp cock with one hand and stroking that and his balls with the other.

“How do you know that?”

“They tell me and I have seen them take them.”

“What young guys?”

“Yes, lots take it.”

“You’re putting me on.”

“No I’m not. I swear on this” she smiled squeezing his dick. “Most of the cityboys do, it helps them when they have shoved coke up their nose all day and drunk vodka and champagne all evening, they need some help then.”

“Well I’ll be buggered istanbul escort I never knew that” Bob replied feeling some mild stirring in his balls and cock and feeling much better about possibly taking the pill. “Maybe I’ll get some, you reckon it would help?”

“I’m sure that it would, it does for the druggies, but this should work just as well at getting it up” Sami smiled bending forward, her blonde hair tumbling onto Bob’s stomach. She lifted his slightly hardening cock and licked its nearly soft length. “Not sure whether this works as well at staying hard though” she smiled taking it into her mouth.

“Jesus Sam” Bob groaned as his fingers slid into his young mistress’ golden blonde hair.

Sammi was not that experienced at giving oral sex. It wasn’t that she was averse to it and, in fact quite enjoyed providing such pleasure to a lover. It was just that with the young guys she generally went with there never seemed to be much time for that. They were usually in a hurry and were far more interested in sucking and fucking her. Not that she lost much sleep over that!

Until recently, Bob also had little experience of oral sex for his wife Philippa frowned upon such ‘perversions!’

Sammi let her natural female instincts take over sucking, licking, kissing and stroking Bob’s cock and balls. Slowly, but very, very surely she could feel it hardening in her mouth; that was a great sensation.

“Oh yes, yes Sam, that’s fantastic” Bob moaned gripping her hair more tightly as she sucked his cock and scratched that little patch between his balls and arse. He reached out for her again; he had to feel and touch her. Sammi realised that and altered her position so he could get his hand between her legs, which she opened for him. He felt her warm wetness and slid his fingers along her soaked, slimy slit, revelling in the feelings on his fingers and sending shudders of sexual delight through the young woman.

At last he was hard. Sammi took him out of her mouth and smiling at him said huskily. “Come on old man, you can fuck me now.”

And that was exactly what he did; long, tenderly, creatively and in a maturely expert way so that their orgasms coincided perfectly

*

They didn’t see each other that often and there was no commitment from either about not having sex with others. No, what they had was a sex with no strings relationship and that seemed to work for each of them. In effect, they were what the Americans term ‘fuckbuddies.’

It worked on one level for Bob for it provided him with another source of sex. He had very infrequent sex, not even once a month, with his wife Philippa. She seemed to have pretty much gone off it, well at least with him Bob often thought. He sometimes wondered if there was more to the ‘girls at the golf club’ than she let on. He also visited a massage parlour where he had a preferred masseuse Sofi. He went there on average once a week and revelled in: being massaged by her, massaging the Latvian blonde, playing with her nice big tits and finishing off usually with a blow job. She let him kiss her and for the short time he was there, she was just like a lover, not a hooker.

Sammi also gave something else to Bob, self-esteem. He felt amazingly proud of himself to have pulled the young bird. He knew that he was a bit of an old fart and sometimes couldn’t work out why she was him, but he never took her for granted. She was a stunningly attractive, blue eyed blonde. Great legs, an even greater arse and small B cup, but wonderfully shaped youthfully firm breasts; she was a real head turner. Add onto that her habit of rarely wearing a bra, her strong sex drive and her very open views on sex, and on sexuality come to that and she really was a fantastic and highly desirable package.

At another level, it didn’t work as fuckbuddies. The more often he saw her, the more strongly he felt for her and he hoped against hope that he was not falling in love with her, although he suspected that he might be.

Sammi’s situation was quite different. She had always been attracted to older guys, but usually about ten to fifteen years her senior, not over thirty, although at uni she’d had a fling with a lecturer twenty years older than her.

That said, the idea of her having an affair with a guy over thirty years her senior who was old enough to be her grandfather would have been unthinkable if anyone had suggested it. Now though, having had a fair amount of sex with him, the idea was not at all unthinkable and to her was perfectly reasonable. Ok there were major differences in their likes and dislikes with stuff like music, books, politics and movies and going on dates was difficult, if they got to that stage. However, when they were alone and sex was the only agenda item, age became irrelevant. In fact, Sammi often thought that if she were able to cover his face, where his balding hair and wrinkles gave his age away, she wouldn’t know from his body that he was so much older than her. It was with escort fındıkzade his sexual performance that Sammi was enamoured. True, he couldn’t fuck her several times in an evening; true, once he had fucked her or she had made him a cum a ‘second coming’ was a rare event and true he couldn’t keep an erection for the hours on end that some of her young lovers could. But he made love to her in a caring, sensitive, thoughtful, languid, experienced and mature way. He made her and her body the complete centre of attention. Her needs were paramount, her desires supreme. He hardly seemed to need to cum, and at times Sammi felt he had gone home after they had made love for ages without cumming. Ejaculation almost seemed irrelevant to him. Being treated like this was alien to her. She was used to sex sessions where she was fucked several times and where the guy remained as good as hard for hours on end. It had taken her some time to adjust.

She knew that she wasn’t falling in love with Bob, but she had no idea how she would get him out of her system when and if they parted.

*

Philippa was a strikingly handsome woman. She was not beautiful or dazzling, but she was memorable, a bit like Glen Close or Meryl Streep although bigger. She had mousy coloured hair that some thirty years ago she had dyed champagne blonde and it had been that way ever since. Her stunningly blue, rather narrow eyes and thin, oversized, Aquiline nose, prevented her being a beauty, although her full, voluptuous lips tried hard to counter that. She was quite big. Not gross or obese, but certainly overweight. Slightly above average height she weighed just over one sixty pounds. She had great legs, a big rotund arse and tits that some drooled over and others felt were rather saggy, which they were.

Some years ago now she had lost interest in sex with her husband. She wasn’t sure why, because she still loved him, but now it was with the love of a sister, not a lover. She didn’t yearn for other men and an affair had no attraction to her. She was, however, concerned at her feelings, particularly as she now found women’s company preferable to men’s. She had always been quite staid with both her attitudes and morals and the idea that she might be bisexual or worse, even lesbian, although it had crossed her mind, had always been unthinkable. Until recently that was. She had not, of course done anything about it, but, more and more she felt she was being tempted. Furthermore, she had a suspicion, fuelled by both gossip and observed behaviours, that a few of ‘her golf club girls’ may well have taken things a little further in that direction.

She had always had a low sex drive so satisfying that was easy. In her earlier years she had masturbated about every couple of weeks, but since marrying Bob she had stopped. It somehow seemed ‘unfaithful’ to her to have sex with herself, although on the rare occasions over the years when she had been really relaxed and he persuaded her to do it while he held and watched her it had been amazing. That sort of thing no longer happened though. On the roughly monthly basis when they did have sex, it was all pretty straightforward and that was exactly how she wanted it.

She did at times wonder how Bob coped and occasionally speculated that he might have a mistress, but she had seen no evidence. She also thought that he might visit a prostitute, but felt overall if that kept him away from her it was probably a good thing. At times though, something, and she was unable usually to work out what it was, she wanted sex. At those times she would get into bed naked.

“Oh fuck no,” Bob groaned to himself when he pulled the duvet back and saw that his wife was naked.

“Why don’t you take those off?” She said pointedly looking at his pyjama trousers.

Bob did as she asked. It was pointless not to, although the idea of making love to her after his recent sessions with the gorgeously big-boobed Sofi and the simply gorgeous Sammi was almost laughable. It was, though, something that had to be done.

Naked he got in to bed, took his wife in his arms and kissed her. She just about opened her mouth, although she hated being deep tongued. She pressed her boobs against her husband’s chest and squirmed a little bit, quite enjoying the sensation of his hairy chest on her small, dark nipples.

Bob didn’t feel at all aroused and the recent experience with Sammi came to mind. That made it worse and as Philippa ground her overweight body against his athletic, trim and muscular form his mind was in overdrive worrying that he would have to admit defeat again. Moving his chest away a little and keeping his eyes tightly closed he cupped then squeezed his wife’s big, soft tits. Philippa liked that and it felt good. She gave a low moan of appreciation. Desperately trying to imagine that it was Sofi’s boob he was caressing Bob at last felt a slight tingling in his balls. In his mind, he was saying. ‘Sammi I so want to fuck you.’ ‘Sofi you have fabulous tits.’ escort bayan rus ‘Let me fuck both of you’ as he imagined he was about to have a threesome with his two lovers. It worked. He got hard.

Philippa felt her husband begin to get hard. That made her feel good. ‘The old girl’s still got it’ she thought to herself, so badly mistakenly as she rolled onto her back.

In the dim light, Bob saw her udder-like tits flop to either side of her body. ‘Shit I could almost get my body between those two fucking melons’ he thought as he rolled on top of his wife. She opened her legs a little to give him the space between her sturdy thighs. He pressed the bulbous end of his cock against her lips.

“Mmmmmm” she murmured as his cock stimulated her clit.

Bob’s mind was full of images of Sammi and Sofi, their gorgeous bodies entwined, their tits pressed together and their mouths clamped. It was only those images that enabled him to shove his cock right up his wife’s cunt and fuck her. It didn’t take long.

*

Sammi hadn’t seen Bob for almost three weeks. It was the longest time they had not had sex since they had started. There was no one reason for it, just both of them being busy, Bob having to go to Frankfurt on business and Sammi attending a three day acting workshop at a conference centre in Oxfordshire.

“I hoped you would be here” the long haired, slim built, ruggedly handsome twenty five year old student actor said to Sammi in the bar on the first night they were there. They had chatted quite a lot during the breaks in the workshop and after an early dinner they were in a quiet corner of the bar.

Although they attended different stage schools and he was training to be an actor and Sammi a producer and writer, they met a few times a year at workshops and events like this. They’d had a fling a couple of years ago, but with Gil living in Manchester and attending a school there, it had fizzled out.

“And why pray sir, is that?” Sammi joked back.

“Well madam” Gil replied picking up on the banter. “I was hoping you would realise that.”

“How sir, could that be?”

“By casting your mind back to other times,” Gil replied running his eyes quite obviously up and down Sammi.

She was wearing a blue and white hooped, long sleeved tee shirt that had a scooped, but not particularly low, front and long, flared sleeves. Her denim, micro-skirt, was ridiculously yet hugely erotically short. Its ragged hem just covered the cheeks of her bum and she was wearing dark blue leggings. Over the tee shirt, she had a denim waistcoat with all the buttons undone. She had pleated her hair into a pigtail that flicked from shoulder to shoulder and from her chest to her back. She felt good and by the leers and ogles she got from the guys and the envious stares from the girls, she must have looked bloody good too.

“And what sir, were those times?”

Slightly hidden in a corner of the bar, Gil leaned forward and gripped her leg, just above her knee. “I doubt you really need me to remind you do you Sammi?” He said quietly squeezing her leg.

“Maybe no, but they are all in the past, now.”

“Sam” Gil said as he felt his cock starting to harden. “They don’t have to be do they?”

“What?”

“In the past” he said thickly as he slid his hand slightly further up her leg.

It was only just after seven, but the wine she had drunk at dinner had gone straight to her head and she felt slightly tipsy. Gil didn’t drink.

The first time he fucked in her bedroom they didn’t undress. After kissing her as they stood just inside the room, he had got his hand up her tee shirt and confirmed her lack of bra, which excited both of them. Gil fiddled her skirt up, her leggings and thong down and bending her forward onto the dressing table, he shagged her from behind.

“You really are a sod aren’t you?” Sammi said after he had finished.

“Yes but not so much that I forgot this” he smiled back holding up a well-filled condom.

“Ok thanks” Sammi smiled as she pulled her thong and tights back in place.

“Why are you doing that?”

“What?”

“Pulling your tights and panties up.”

That made Sammi feel a bit silly. ‘Why am I?’ She asked herself realising that with Bob she had got used to one single shag in a session.

“Come on luv, get yer kit off” Gil said adopting a cockney, instead of his natural Lancashire accent as he stood up and pulled his scruffy tee shirt over his head.

He was quite scrawny Sammi noted looking at his almost hairless chest. His ribs suck out making him look rather emaciated ‘An undernourished actor’ Sammi thought pleased that she was not planning to go that route with her career. As she pulled her tee shirt over her head and bared her breasts to him Gil muttered.

“Mmmmm even better than I remember,” as totally unselfconsciously he shucked his jeans down.

He wasn’t wearing underpants so his thick, long dick was on view to Sammi. To her surprise it was still semi-erect and that made her remember that he sometimes didn’t lose his erection after he had cum. That made her shiver a little for she realised that she was probably going to be fucked several times this evening. And that was precisely Gil’s intention.

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“Bend over, pull up your skirt.”

After 25 years of marriage it’s hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.

When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.

I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.

“Why do you like this so much? I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I’m a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked.” She’d shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she’d lie down next to me and I’d make her come to before we did the old PIV.

Leaning her over the couch arm, I’ll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She’d bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant “no” while trying to cover up, but in the end I’d get a dab in.

Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.

“Here?! Where? We can’t exactly get naked in the back of the car.”

“You’re wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap.”

“No! No way,” she cried. “People will see!”

“They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you.”

Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she’ll still blurt out every once in a while “Remember that time we did it in the car?” That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.

The really surprising thing to me was that she didn’t seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I’d dated.

“We all have our dark sides Ronnie.” I’m not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.

So I’d messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we’d have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn’t like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.

During our enduring marriage, we’d already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we’d already settled the issues of what didn’t really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they’re out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we’re a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.

But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?

In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn’t comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.

During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we’d have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.

What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a mecidiyeköy escortları crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I’d have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn’t have a chance to back out. It was that simple.

At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our “dates” I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we’d make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I’d insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.

All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

I’d just asked Sharon to bend over.

“I like your ass, I want to see it.”

“You know too well that it’s big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger.”

“Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt.” She played along. “Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. ”

“Ronnie! It’s embarrassing,” she said.

“You have such a nice crack, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it.” She started to wrench them down.

“See, it’s a beautiful crack.”

“Don’t say that!” She started pulling them up. “Stop it!”

“You stop! I’m going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I’m going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind.”

“Don’t. That’s dirty.”

“Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That’s dirty? Not to me. It’s sexy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns.”

Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.

“Do you know I can smell your sex from here?” A low moan told me she could sniff it too. “You like that, don’t you? I can smell how much… You love that I’m going to plow into you when you can’t see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?” I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. “Spread your ass for me baby.”

“Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I’ll like that, I’ll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep.”

My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned “stop” again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.

“Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh.” She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. “You can look at my crack all you want if you’ll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!” Her pussy was seeping. “I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!”

Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.

I told you we both wanted it.

…

Over the weeks we kept up our sex dates with increasing enthusiasm from both of us. Sometimes it was just a leisurely lay, but thanks to Sharon’s ability to orgasm over and over again, we could ramp things up to a progressively wetter and louder finish, with both our screams echoing everywhere at once, soaking our sheets through and through.

But, I wanted more.

Sharon was a bit more dubious (that pesky childhood), even though she recognized the benefits. Now that we’d settled into a groove –or maybe I’d settled into *her* groove, as it were (ouch!)– I became resolute about going further.

After a few weeks Sharon had started getting used to my “bend over, show me your tush” routine. Maybe she was even getting to like it? When our sexy time came, without asking she’d put herself in position and lift her skirts or push down her sexy, high waisted Mom jeans. One time, I figured I’d try and up the ante.

“What are you waiting for?” Her underpants were down around her knees, her butt was starting to shake, and her sex fragrances etiler escort were wafting up. “Aren’t you hard yet?” She was impatient to get to the next round.

“Put your hands on your cheeks.” She did. “Open them, slowly, let me look in there.”

“Please don’t.” She let go. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Sharon!” I walked over to her.

“Ronnie! Can’t you just put it in? You don’t have to look at my butt hole to do that.” But she slowly opened up. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Don’t!”

I was gently running my finger up and down over her starfish.

“Why are you doing that? It feels funny. Please don’t touch me there!” She was getting all worked up.

Now I was lightly licking it. She almost jumped out of the way. “Cut it out!”

I grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly. “I’m going to hold on and keep licking until you calm down.” I reached around and touched her clit. “Your cunt is sopping. You like it more than you’re saying.”

“I do not! I don’t care how wet I am, I do not like your near my back door, you know that. I want you to st… Ow! Get out of there, I don’t like that! You know I don’t like that!!”

Like a lot of people, Sharon had a thing –not a good thing– about asses. I’d tried, but never gotten her to poke around mine. And it was always clear she didn’t want me anywhere near her asshole.

“Out, not in,” she’d say.

Now, the wet tip of my finger was rubbing around her ass, at the same time I put two others up front.

“But you like this, don’t you?” A nice whimper came out. “You like me massaging your pussy like this.” Her groan came from deep in her throat. “You’re leaking buckets. Doesn’t it feel good to have my fingers filling you up? All over?”

Neither of us could tell if she was shaking her head no or nodding it yes while I went deeper in both places.

“I’m going to keep rubbing you inside, verrrrryyyy sloooowwly,” I was moving in and out of both her holes, “verrrrryyyy sloooowwly, until you can’t stand it anymore and your whole body starts…”

All of a sudden her whole body slowly convulsed, her sounds were almost out of hearing range.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. OHHHHHH, ohhhhh ohmygodRonnie! OhhhhhhHHHHH!!”

Soon we were both naked and and pounding each other like there was no tomorrow. I shot so hard I thought it was going to come out her mouth, her ears, and her ass.

“I don’t know what happened, I came so much today,” she whispered when we were coming down from our fuck fest. “I never, ever wanted you near my ass but when you started licking it…” she trailed off.

“You tasted so good.”

“I don’t want to hear that, knock it off,” she whined. “It felt nice… No. No no no no.” She didn’t know what to do.

“You were so tight back there. You almost broke off my finger.”

“I did not! No.”

“You liked me in your ass, I could feel it squeezing and squeezing when you came.”

“Please don’t. I’m… I don’t know, it’s humiliating.”

“But you came so many times.”

“It’s because I like your cock fucking me, like I always do.”

“It’s because you liked my finger up your bum, it turned you on. Maybe next time…”

“Out, not in,” she said, but without much conviction.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Until the next time.

…

And so it went with our dates. More sex, better sex, better loving. More fun all in all. I had a few more places I wanted to go, but I was getting more confident we’d get there in time.

Even Sharon was getting into things more and starting to ask me for things that would turn her on. She particularly liked it when I licked her nipples, so much that she could have a rockin’ orgasm just from that tonguing. Which eventually led to…

“Ronnie?” Sharon was riding me slowly, dragging herself up and down over my cock, working both of us up, her breasts dangling in my face (“why do they have to be so big, like udders?”). She bent down and murmured in my ear.

“Ronnie? You know how you like it when I shake my tits in your face?” I mumbled yes. “I like that so much, I love turning you on with my tits.”

“Ronnie?” she started again, a little nervously. “Can you please take both my nipples, um, in your mouth, and when I start to shake them, just bite down? Gently? Really gently. But, bite both my nips when I’m shaking them?”

I would love it. I did, and she did. She started şişli escort shaking them, I bit down –tenderly, like she asked– and the more she shook, the tighter I held, and as she jiggled her boobs her whole body started spasming uncontrollably.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck fuck fuckfuck, I’m coming Ronnie!! I’m coming from my tits, I’m coming from my nipples, I love you chewing on my tits, I’m coming I’m coming!!”

Her orgasm took over her whole body and her pussy started squirting all over the both of us.

“Oh my God!” she said after she came down. “You almost bit my nipples off!”

“I’m so sorry baby.” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

“Oh my God no! It was amazing,” she said as she was rubbing her juices all over the both of us. “Here, bite them –gently, now– again.”

…

“Ronnie?” A few weeks later, Sharon was looking at me tentatively. “Ronnie, I did something bad.”

What was she talking about?

“I, uh, I spent too much money on this new dress.” She spun around like we were in a Doris Day movie or something.

“That’s OK baby. Whatever. You look great in it.”

“Really? I knew you’d like it. It’s big, with easy access.” She winked at me. “No really, it was too much. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sharon, baby, it’s all right.”

“No, you have to help me.”

Did it need to be unzipped or something?

“You need to help me stop doing such bad things.” She paused, kind of looking down at the floor. “I need to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

“Please.”

“Please what Sharon? So you won’t buy another dress for a while. This one looks really pretty.”

She turned around, stuck her butt out, and raised the flouncy skirt to her waist, and bent over a little. “Take my underpants down, please.”

That was a first, but of course, I complied. As far as I’m concerned, any Sharon ass was good Sharon ass.

“I want you to teach me a lesson so I’ll never be bad again.” I was completely confused. “Spank me, spank my ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Make my bare ass really feel it, make it sting. I was bad. Isn’t that what happens to a bad girl?” she whined. “Spank me!”

Sharon had been liking our ass play more and more. Her pussy gushed when I fingered her back there, she liked me rubbing it, squeezing it, opening it wide when she was on top. Even her clothes –like this dress– were flaunting it more. And gone were the granny pants, now she wore those high waisted, stretchy things that really exposed her globes, no matter what she was wearing. They made her ass look totally brazen. A real change from “it’s too fat, it’s too big, don’t look at it.” Though she still played like it mortified her that it jiggled when she walked and I whistled. But this was a whole other level.

“Come on baby. Please Ronnie?” Sharon had never been a beggar before. “I’m getting wet just waiting for it. It’ll make me fuck you really good, I promise. Please spank my ass!” She stuck it out for me again.

So I did. I whacked her across her cheeks.

“Ow. Do it again. Oww! Again! Owww! Do it again!”

She was really getting into it. And was I getting hard from it? What was going on?

“I like it when you smack my poor little heinie. Punish my big behind some more! Make it hard for me to sit down! Owww! Again!” She was really liking this. “Touch my cunt, finger fuck my pussy Ronnie. See how wet it is? See what happens when I’m bad?”

She was right, she was totally gushing.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me with my new, expensive dress on. I’m all bent over for you the way you like it, aren’t I? I’m showing you my big old tushie the way you always want it.”

I was so hard it hurt. My penis slid in like… yeah, it slid in like it was melted butter in there.

“Your cock feels so good! Slap my ass again, fuck me, spank me, make me howl!! Ooooooowwwwyyeeeessssss!!”

I kept walloping her rear while I was crashing into her backside, and before you know it I was coming, she was coming for what must have been the fifth time. Her rear end was almost purple and she was laughing, crying, screeching.

“Oh Ronnie, you made my ass feel so good. I was so bad.”

“Maybe next time I can fuck you there.” I figured I’d try.

“I like you smacking it, I don’t want you fucking it.”

“Come on, you’ll love it.”

“You can fuck my pussy, bite my tits. You can stare at my ass all you want, and hit it till I shout. But you will not, you cannot, bugger my asshole, no matter how much you cry.”

“I know you’ll give in eventually.”

“Out. Not in.”

Yeah, that’s what she says now.

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You are wearing your flowing white sun dress and walking barefoot on the white sand beach…

There is no one else around… as I approach, I see your womanly figure walking towards me… you are lost in thought and haven’t yet recognized me… your lovely smile appears at the instant you realize that it is me…

As we reach each other, embrace, and kiss, I notice that your white dress is quite translucent and the white bathing suit that you have underneath accents your figure in a most flattering way!

Nearby, there is a waterfall that tumbles from the hillside and creates a nice pool… from the pool flows a small stream that flows across the beach and into the ocean… what a lovely romantic place!

You kiss me again – more passionately this time… your big smile tell me that you enjoy our kisses very much!

After a few minutes of kissing and talking, we begin walking together through the warm white sand towards the waterfall…

The sound of the falling water gets louder as we get closer… we are holding hands and stopping once in a while to kiss… the day is perfect…

The almost-invisible trail ends at the beautiful pool below the waterfall… there is no one else anywhere to be seen…

“Oh, Rory – it’s just you and I and no one else around!” you whisper as we hold each other close…

“I’m a bit warm from walking – let’s go into the water…” you say with that special smile that lets me know you are up to something…

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We stand there together on a flat rock overlooking the water and you decide that you want to jump off, so we hold hands and jump… SPLASH!!

As we come up to the surface, you kiss me while treading water… then you notice that there is a small hidden pool behind the waterfall and challenge me to a race… we playfully swim behind the waterfall and stand up in the water to kiss again…

You press your body against my bare chest as we kiss… I put my hands on your hips and pull you against me…

We are in the warm water up to our waists now… you put your hands behind me and feel my rear, pressing me against you even more firmly… your hips begin to move as you rub yourself against the growing bulge in the front of my shorts…

As I kiss your neck, my hands move up to undo your bikini top… you close your eyes, tilt your head back, and smile – giving me permission… after removing your top, I look down at your beautiful breasts… your nipples are already fully aroused from the water… escort bayan taksim

You close your eyes in pleasure as I bend down to kiss one nipple, then the other… then you open your eyes again and watch me – smiling… saying nothing…

As our lips meet again, you run your fingers gently down the center of my back to the waistband of my shorts and begin to pull them down very slowly… I help you to take them off, and you playfully toss them up onto the shore… you take my cock in your hand beneath the water, and begin to tease it – feeling it grow for you…

We kiss passionately again… you press your bare breasts against my chest – feeling the warmth, the wetness, the heat… I whisper softly… “Oh, lover – I want you so much right now…”

You step out of your bikini bottom and toss it onto the shore near my shorts… we are naked together again at last! you wrap your fingers around my cock, place it between your legs, and rub the tip of it against your clit…

After a couple minutes of this, you hop up in the water, put your arms around my neck, and wrap your smooth legs around my waist… my fully-aroused cock is right at the very entrance of your pussy now…

Reaching behind you, your hand moves in tiny circles as you rub the very tip of my cock against your clit and then slowly, slowly guide me inside of you… you are so wet, yet so tight! I can feel every inch of your pussy gripping me as you slowly take more and more of my big cock inside you… deeper… deeper… şişli escort bayan deeper!

We are making love in the water now… you cover my face with kisses, and then put your tongue into my mouth as you ride up and down… up and down… up and down!

Your breathing is getting heavier now… I can tell you are getting close to having an orgasm… so am I… the water surrounds us and makes us feel light as we move with each other… kissing… touching… feeling…

The warm summer sun shines on our naked bodies…

Now you playfully spread your legs wide, and I quickly push as deep inside of you as I can – your pussy feels so wonderful!!

As I stroke in and out, your pussy muscles tighten, then relax – riding the whole length of my cock… our nipples brush together with every thrust… your tightness and wetness are bringing me closer and closer – my hardness is filling you completely… oh, lover!! mmmmmmm!!

Suddenly, you tip your head back and moan loudly… your orgasm is a very strong one… this is what I’ve been waiting for – I can’t hold back any longer and erupt deep inside of your pussy… as you feel the first warm spurt of my cum, your hungry lips find mine and we kiss as we continue to cum together… the water flows around us – making us one…

Afterwards, we relax in the water, and just smile at each other… “Oh, Rory! making love with you is even better than I remembered!” you whisper breathlessly…

I put my hands on your cheeks, look deep into your eyes, and reply… “thank you for being my lover… you are a beautiful woman in every way!”

The sound of falling water fills our ears – it’s the sound of complete satisfaction…

The summer sun shines, the white sand sparkles, the water flows…

We kiss again for the longest time…

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After my friend from the farm next door went into military service, I had more time to date women while attending college. At a dance party celebrating a football game victory I happened to meet a young lady that had gone to high school with me. Debra was a little chubby, still carrying some baby fat I guess, and shy acting, but really attractive. She had long, honey blonde hair framing a pretty face with dark blue eyes. She stood about 5’7″ tall with an hourglass figure, accented by 38D breasts, a narrow waist, and rounded buttocks.

At the dance we spent a lot of time with each other. I couldn’t help but notice she wriggled close to me during the slow dances and was full of energy for the fast numbers. When she pressed her body against mine, I could swear I felt a moist warmth in her loins even through her dress, panties, I assumed, and my slacks and underwear. As the party drew near closing she asked me if I was going home that night. I answered affirmatively, as this was my habit on the weekends to go spend some time with my family about 20 miles from the college.

She then asked if I would mind driving her home since she had been drinking some although she showed no signs of tipsiness. She just acted like a happy girl having a good time. I didn’t mind driving her home. She lived only a few miles from my family’s farm on a larger farm with her mother and father, who was also a friend of mine and a deacon in one of the local churches. We left the party, and on the way home, once we got out of the city, she snuggled close to me on the front bench seat of my pickup truck as we talked about our high school days and current activities. I could smell her intoxicating perfume, Estee Lauder, I think, and feel her soft hair against my neck as she lay her head on my shoulder.

Debra was working as a secretary for an attorney and had just started taking college classes part time at night. Telling me about her work, she was soon relating to me a story about some pictures she had seen in the attorney’s office when he was working on a divorce case. The pictures, taken by a private investigator, were of the wife in compromising scenes with her lover. As Debra described the pictures in explicit terms with just a hint of embarrassment, but it seemed to me, more excitement, I sensed she was touching herself intimately in the dimly lit cab of my truck. Stealing glances as her story continued, I noticed she was palming her breasts, even touching herself between her legs.

I was getting excited by her descriptions, especially with her touching herself, and felt my cock stirring in my trousers. As my erection grew firmer I moved to adjust myself for more comfort.

Debra giggled and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Just a bit,” I answered, “but it’s okay. Go on with your story.”

Then, boldly, she asked, “Are you getting horny, Will?”

“Well, yes, I am, Deb. Your story is exciting me,” I answered her.

“Maybe I can help you with that then,” she said, and I felt her hand on my upper thigh. “Has any woman ever taken you in her mouth like I was telling you this woman was doing her lover?”

“No, Deb, no woman has ever taken me in her mouth. As a matter of fact, I have never had sex with a woman,” I answered her honestly.

Debra felt the outline of my cock through my trousers.

“Will, you’re hard as a rock,” she said. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. Let me take it out for you.”

I was a bit shocked at this new brazen behavior of a woman I had always known as a shy farm girl, but my cock was throbbing at her touch and straining hard against my clothes, really uncomfortable. I scooted forward on the seat and opened my legs, struggling to keep steering the truck straight on the two-lane country road. Debra undid my belt, the clasp and unzipped my trousers. She fished inside my underwear and pulled my cock through the flap exposing it to her steady gaze.

“Is that better, Will?” she asked. “It’s so big escort şişli it had to be really cramped up in there,” she said as she smoothed her delicate long fingers and soft palm down then up my shaft for the first time.

“Ummmh,” I moaned, “it feels better, Deb.”

She kissed me on the cheek and neck; little dabs with her wet lips, and stroked me steadily. She smeared her thumb around the precum that emerged from my pee slit and slicked my cock with the stream of slimy juice now running from my flared crown.

“Do you mind if I kiss it, Will?” she asked.

“Kiss it, Deb, kiss it,” I breathed huskily.

She bent her head, her hair flowing loosely over my crotch. I felt her lips touch my mushroom head, then her tongue, kissing, licking as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and cupped her right breast in my hand.

“Mum, yummy,” she said, her words muffled as she continued stroking me and took the head of my cock between her lips. Bobbing her head up and down in the confined space underneath the steering wheel, she licked, sucked and stroked me.

“Aaaaah, Deb,” I groaned. “I can’t drive like this. I’ve got to pull off the road.”

Her only answer was to go down on me deeper, taking more of my slimy cock in her mouth. In familiar territory about half way between our farms, I steered the truck into a long-abandoned field alongside the road. I stopped the truck, turned off the ignition, and we both scooted across the seat to the passenger side of the cab. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes, her lips glistening with her saliva and my juice.

I took her in my arms and kissed her wet mouth, just little lip touches at first, then our tongues tangling back and forth inside our mouths. As we kissed she kept stroking my cock. I felt her cheeks, neck and breasts with my hands. Still kissing, I moved a hand inside the top of her dress, inside her bra and felt her erect nubs jutting out from her soft globes of titty flesh. She unfastened her bra in front letting her firm, full breasts free. I kissed down her neck, onto her upper chest and took a nipple in my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked it, moving my hand to her other breast, then I moved my mouth to her other nipple. Still stroking me with one hand, she unbuttoned my shirt with her other hand and put her tender hand on my hairy chest, feeling my hard nipples responding to her touches.

We kissed mouth to mouth again. In a continuous, flowing motion of our hands, we removed my shirt. She arched her hips off the seat, pulled up her dress with my help, and peeled her panties down, and again with my help, we worked them over her buttocks, down her thighs and calves until they dropped to the floor. I felt the smooth skin of her belly with one hand, her indented navel, lower still until my fingers touched her soft, curly pubic hairs.

“Ummmmmh, oooooh,” we moaned into each other’s mouths.

Fondling her breasts again, one after the other, with one hand, as she kept rubbing my chest, my taut stomach, and stroking my cock with squishy sounds of her hand sliding up and down my length, I moved my hand through her bush over her prominent mound to cover her pussy.

I trembled a bit in surprise as I felt how wet she was there. Her soft, hairy pussy lips were a virtual swamp. There was so much of her girl lubricating juices that I thought she had peed on herself, but it was much slicker than pee and the aroma wafting up to my nostrils was heavenly. Running a middle finger between her soaked outer lips, I felt a stiff nub long than her nipples at the apex of her slit.

She shuddered and moaned when I touched it, and more juice flooded onto my hand. I moved my finger between her outer lips spreading them like the petals of a rain-drenched flower and felt the gentler softness of her inner lips. Moving my whole hand against her, I felt another flow exude from inside her and heard her moan again. I bent the tip of my finger and felt it slide inside escort beşiktaş a gushy but tight, so tight, little hole. She pushed her hips forward causing more of my finger to penetrate her until my palm and the backs of my other fingers were pressed against the wet softness of her open labia, both the outer, hairy lips and tender inner lips.

Debra broke contact between our mouths pulling her head to the side. With her lips close to my ear and still sliding her hand up and down my slimy cock slowly as I fingered her tight, wet hole, she said breathily, “Will, I want you inside me baby. I want your big, hard thing in me.”

“Okay, okay, Deb,” I said. “Let’s get out of here and into the back of the truck. I’ve got some straw, a sleeping bag and blankets back there.” “Oh yeah, let’s go,” she said urgently.

Releasing each other, we adjusted our clothes and climbed out of the truck cab on the passenger side. Debra let her dress drop back down covering her with the top still down and her breasts swaying. She picked up her panties from the floorboard of the truck and threw them on the seat. I pulled my pants up enough to walk with my cock still out, bobbing as I followed her down the side of the truck and over the tailgate into the truck bed.

While we knelt in the straw covering the bottom of the metal bed, I unrolled the sleeping bag, spread it out, and covered it with two blankets for extra padding. Debra lifted her dress over her head, revealing her complete nakedness to me for the first time. I yanked off my shoes and socks and removed my trousers. My shirt, which we had already removed, was laying on the seat next to Debra’s panties.

As I watched in total awe, beautiful Debra lay on her back, spread and lifted her legs resting her heels on the padding. Her youthful breasts stood up firm, glistening with my saliva, her nipples protruding stiffly. I knelt between her legs, close, leaned over her slightly and guided the head of my hard cock to her hairy, juice-covered pussy. She reached her hands and arms up to me holding my muscular back softly as I swabbed my cock up and down in her slimy slit feeling the hardness of her erect clit in contrast to her fleshy lips. Aiming right at her tiny hole clearly visible to me in the moonlight I eased forward. The engorged head of my cock spread her slowly, my slick, veined, throbbing shaft slid into her.

What a gloriously wonderful feeling. So tight enveloping my cock, but so wet and soft. Watching her face for any sign of discomfort or unhappiness, I eased further and further into her until our pubic hairs mashed together, my balls rested against the crack of her ass. Her thighs closed against me, and she moaned, “Oh, Will, it’s wonderful. It feels so good.”

As tight and resisting as they had been her pussy walls clamped tighter around me. A flood of her juices squished between us. I pulled back slowly feeling her channel collapse around my cock. When the ridge of the head reached her inner lips, I pushed my hips forward sliding my cock all the way back into her.

“Oh, Will,” Debra moaned again.

I leaned over bringing my chest to her breasts, our stomachs together, my cock deep inside her. Our mouths came together, locked into a tongue-tangling kiss. I moved my hips. Debra moved with me, humping up to bring me back into her. Her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released, always tight, then tighter, as she worked her stomach muscles in time with our movements. Still flowing juices she was so wet it felt like stepping barefooted into a mudhole as my cock worked back and forth in her. Her pussy squished and sucked at my shaft and the head of my cock resisting my pulling it back, drawing me back into her. As we picked up our pace our juices were actually splatting between us, spraying onto our stomachs, thrusting loins and upper thighs.

I couldn’t take much of this. In a few more strokes, I started moving faster back and forth into her until escort beyoğlu my muscles wouldn’t move any faster. Pounding into her quivering body in short, fast strokes I started cumming. Glob after glob of creamy jism shot deep into her. She humped into me her pussy still clenching and releasing, then she let out a scream of sheer pleasure and bathed us with her own juices. Throwing her head from side to side, she kept grunting, moaning and squealing.

I buried my cock deep inside her and just hung on as she thrashed underneath me. Soon, she stopped, and we lay there, joined together, breathing raggedly, our juices and sweat covering our bodies. We kissed. We nuzzled. We told each other how good it felt. I was still hard, and grew even harder, back to full erection, as she did that thing with her muscles on my cock. In a few minutes we were moving together again, working toward a second orgasm for me, who knew how many for Debra. She had cum at least once hard, told me later, she had a continuous series of little orgasms the whole time we were playing with each other and fucking.

We stayed in the truck bed until daybreak, except for a couple of pee breaks. After my second cum, I pulled out and rolled on my side to rest for awhile. As soon as I could stand for her to touch my tingling cock, she stroked it and sucked it until I got hard again, and we fucked some more. We worked together in several different positions through the night – doggy style, her on top, side by side, and the beginning missionary position. I didn’t cum every time we fucked, couldn’t, but I stayed semi-hard to hard and shot a load into her four times. By the time the sun came up white clumps of my jism was running out of her, but she was so juicy on her own my cum didn’t make much difference in her wetness. The only time she seemed a bit dry, oddly, was after she peed squatting beside the truck.

When we fucked with her on her knees and me behind her our juices, mostly hers, covered me from my stomach to my knees. The sweet elixir even pooled on the blanket where I knelt. Her buttocks and the backs of her legs were drenched, some even splattered onto her back. As we moved my cock in her sweet twat, I could see her anus, crinkled, lenslike winking at me. I rubbed that sloppy, wet star-shaped hole with my thumb causing her to moan louder and juice even more on my cock.

When she was on top she lay close against me and moved her hips like a man. In every position she worked her inner muscles clenching when we moved away from each other, relaxing just a bit when we pushed together. If we lay still she sucked my cock with her pussy when I could stand the feeling on the sensitive head.

We even tried a 69 with her on top of me sucking my cock and fondling my balls, but I couldn’t take it. I was drowning in her juices with my mouth clamped on her splayed open cunt and my nose against her anus, which smelled of her musk. It was okay when I rolled her over onto the bottom and licked just her jutting clit as she spewed on my face again and again. Debra and I spent a lot of time with each other after that night, and I guessed she told some friends about us. Soon, I was getting dates with lots of women – friends of Debra, one of her co-workers at the law firm, coeds from the dorms, and sorority members. Debra and I enjoyed sex with each other, but neither of us ever spoke of loving the other.

She entered the Miss USA pageant for our state a couple of years later. She won that contest and was a competitor at the national level, but only finished fifth among the contestants. I never saw her talent competition. She sure looked great in the evening gown and swimsuit contest, but I did not watch her talent performance. I figured I had already enjoyed her best talents – her sensitive clit as big as the end of my little finger, her gripping inner muscles, and soppy quim.

She had slimmed down quite a bit as she matured as a woman. Later, she married a sales manager and settled down to raise a family. I see her now only at five-year school reunions, and we never talk about our past pleasures, only current achievements. But I still get a big tingle when I think of her tight, juicy, active pussy, beautiful body and pretty face.

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We’re undressing for bed. I’m already completely naked and my woman’s down to her white bra, tan tights and white patterned panties showing through her tights. She has her back to me. I’d sensed she was in the mood all evening — it’s time to find out!

My exploring hand starts on her nylon clad bottom fondling her curves. She purrs! My hands slide up to the smooth warm bare skin of her hips above her tights and in a single movement I pull her tights and panties down round her thighs, just below her bottom. My hands explore her soft round bum cheeks and the tops of her naked thighs. I tickle her with a finger along the valley between her bum cheeks. Still from behind I unclip her bra and let it drop. I fondle her breasts from behind, catching her nipples with my fingers the way that excites her.

She turns and I cup my hand over the furry bulge of her sex mound between her legs. Her mound is just the right size for my hand, as if it was made just for me! Through her coarse pubic hair I feel her vagina slit. I slip my fingertip in between her labia and begin to stroke her slit near the top where her sensitive clitoris lies. She gasps with the sudden pleasure!

Her hand goes down and begins to play with my penis and balls. My penis is half erect sticking straight out in front of me. She strokes my penis between her index finger and middle finger, catching that sensitive spot on the underside of the ridge where my penis head meets my shaft. She knows I like that! My penis begins to stiffen.

She detaches herself from me, sits on the bed and slips off her tights and panties. I like watching her do that. My eyes involuntarily lock onto her brown cunt hair between her legs. While she sits there nude I stand next to her fondling her breasts and running my fingers through her hair and over escort bayan ataköy her shoulders, aiming my stiffly swinging penis at her. My penis brushes against her breasts and she strokes my shaft, balls and the inside tops of my thighs, getting me fully erect.

She falls backwards onto our bed. I join her on the bed and we’re together, kissing, with my hands exploring her breasts, legs, bottom and between her legs. She wraps her leg round mine and rubs her leg against mine the way she knows I like. I glance in the wall mirror. Its erotic seeing us together, like a good porn picture. After a few minutes of kissing, fondling and romping she rolls onto her back. Her big heavy breasts flop sideways and she spreads her legs wide so her naked body’s almost T shaped, pulling her vagina open. I know exactly what my woman wants!

My hand starts on her breasts and slides slowly down her front, across her navel and down till my hand cups over her mound. She likes me to put my hand there! She moans, squirms and nuzzles her mound into my cupped hand as I massage her pussy. I begin working her toward orgasm, stroking her by now juice wetted vagina lips up and down with my finger tips. Her gasps tell me I’ve hit the right spot! At the same time I kiss her breasts and lick my tongue across her nipples — she likes that! From time to time I ease off working her pussy, and stroke her spread thighs or run my hand up her naked body to play with her breasts. All the time my erect penis is brushing against her thigh.

“Go to my clitoris!” she gasps, spreading her legs wider.

I can tell she’s getting excited without her telling me! I move my fingertip to the little hard juice lubed peak of her clit near the top of her vagina. I begin stroking it and running my fingertip in a circle round escort bayan fatih it. She trembles and moans softly.

“It’s rising!” she gasps after a few minutes.

I keep circling her clit. Moments later she lets out that high pitched cry — her orgasm cry is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard! Her whole body judders, her hips thrust, and her head beats against the pillow as she squirms in her orgasm pleasure. Then she lays back, panting. I hold my hand cupped over her mound, the way she likes me to do after I’ve finger fucked her to a climax. Her cunt hair is wet with her juice. She’s hot and ready!

‘Come in!” she cries out, trying to pull me on top of her.

I move so I’m kneeling between her spread legs, with her gaping fur-ringed vagina and her big round breasts in front of me. She’s impatient! She reaches down to tickle my balls and cock. But I take my time. I want my cock at the peak of iron hard erection! I wrap my finger and thumb round my shaft and gently stroke up and down across the base ridge of my penis head, as if I’m going to masturbate over her cunt, belly and breasts like I do sometimes. As I excite my penis, with my spare hand I feel her soft smooth thighs and ruffle her juice moistened pubic hair.

I’m ready! My penis feels exquisitely taut, and in the wall mirror beside us I can see my shaft bending up to its deep pink head. I move forward leaning over her till my penis head is against the lips of her vagina. She holds my shaft and guides my knob into her slit. I lean forward. As my penis slides full length into her vagina I feel her cunt hair brushing along my shaft, a deliciously erotic feeling. I like her cunt hairy – it proclaims she’s a mature woman, ripe for sex, not a little girl any more.

Now I’m on top of her, my belly escort bayan şişli against hers. Her face is under mine, her brown hair spread over the pillow. She’s a beauty! I look into her eyes. They’re full of excited anticipation of what we’re about to do. With my penis deep within her I lean on one hand and fondle her thigh and fondle her breasts and her thigh with the other for a last time before fucking starts. Her knees fold up either side of me so I’m in the valley between her thighs.

“Hold me!” I say, and her arms wrap over my back.

I begin thrusting my hips, smoothly and rhythmically. I’m always surprised how naturally the movement of shagging a woman comes. I glance at the mirror. I see my bum rocking backwards and forwards and her big breasts wobbling with the rhythm of my thrusts. My mind fills with images of her in her bikini, in sexy underwear, in stockings, in nude poses, memories of the erotic things we’ve done together. I shift my position slightly to enjoy the pressure of her vagina stroking that so sensitive spot just under my penis head. Her vagina is warm, tight, and deliciously smooth, squeezing my shaft so more delicately than a frantically masturbating hand.

I’m coming! I feel the pleasure rising in my penis. I try to hold back to savour the pleasure like when I edge in masturbation. But this is infinitely more exquisite than simply masturbating while I ogle pictures of a naked porn girl. I’ve got her nude under me, her naked flesh soft and warm against mine! I thrust my hips involuntarily against her between her spread thighs, pushing her up the bed. The pleasure in my penis explodes! I grunt her name! My semen spurts into her!

I remain on top of her for a while. My flaccid penis slides out of her. I roll off her and we lie side by side.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” She purrs. “Love you!”

We pull the covers over us. I switch out the light. A last kiss and my hand glides over her thigh, her bottom and her cunt. Then we roll apart. With my penis still throbbing with pleasure and savouring the memory of her body we settle down to sleep.

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It was past nine o’clock before I woke. By the time I’d brushed my teeth and put on the bathrobe, my parents and Craig were sitting around the breakfast table, sipping coffee.

“You look like you’ve been out in a windstorm,” said Dad. “When are you going to cut it again?”

“I’ve worn it long for five years, Dad.” I didn’t remind him that I’d grown it for Mike. Even after the divorce, I kept it long. It attracted flattering comments and lustful looks, especially in Bernie’s Grill, where looking sexy paid off in tips.

I picked a piece of toast from Craig’s plate, spread some jam on it, and began to chew. My mother glared at this minor evidence of intimacy, but said nothing.

“Can I get you some coffee?” asked Craig, standing up.

I nodded, and he said, “A little milk, right?” He knew exactly how I took my coffee, but clearly, he was trying to avoid revealing the degree of our intimacy.

“As always,” I said. “And another slice of toast. You know how I like it.” My mother’s face reddened, but she said nothing. I didn’t like provoking her, but I wanted her to understand that I’d really put Mike behind me.

“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked.

Mom said, “The Labor Day parade in Morris is at 10 o’clock, and there’s a memorial service for the Grundy County men killed in Viet Nam right afterward. So I guess folks will start showing up around noon. We’ll start the cookout at four. We moved it up an hour so you could get back to the city before it gets too dark.”

I showered and brushed out my hair, and put on a tee shirt that was about a size too small, some short-shorts, and a pair of socks and sneakers. I looked myself up and down in the mirror. Am I only doing this to show Mike what he’s missing? Or so I could display my assets for Craig? Maybe it was both. A brick sat in the pit of my stomach, nervousness over the coming encounter between Mike and Craig. Anything could happen.

Just as I was applying a touch of lipstick, an engine throbbed outside. I recognized that sound. Mike had never put a decent muffler on his Gran Fury. He liked the throaty rumble that announced his arrival, and claimed to like the smell of exhaust inside the car. I finished my ablutions quickly so I could be there when Mike and Craig met.

When I went out onto the porch, Mike had just unfolded his long body from the car. We both froze, staring at each other. He was unchanged–three days’ growth of beard, long stringy hair, NRA tee shirt, faded jeans, black biker boots.

“How are you, RoseAnn?” he said, with unexpected gentleness.

I couldn’t help myself. The broad shoulders and penetrating blue eyes made my pussy clench and grow wet. My own body was betraying me.

“I’m fine, Mike. You okay?” I tried to make my voice as neutral as possible.

He shrugged and opened the Gran Fury’s back door, retrieving a case of Bud.

His passenger, a heavy, red-haired girl, struggled to get out of the car. Once she stood up, I saw that she wore a sling on her left arm, which, together with her weight, had made an awkward chore of getting out of the car. With a shock, I remembered who she’d been, about a hundred pounds ago.

“Do I see Cheryl Norman?”

She must have seen the surprise on my face. “I guess you remember the thinner me,” she said shyly. “Trailer park disease, RoseAnn. I guess nearly all of us get it.”

True enough. She’d been one of the slimmest, most attractive girls in my high school class. While I lived with Mike, I’d watched other women pile on the weight in the tight social environment of the trailer park. Too much time alone, too much television, too many gossip sessions over boxes of Dunkin Donuts or burgers and shakes from McDonald’s. I’d had to keep lots of fruit and iced tea on hand to keep my own weight under control.

I pointed to her arm. “Hurt yourself?”

Mike reflexively tried to move between Cheryl and me, and it told me all I needed to know.

She blushed. “I fell Tekirdağ Escort down the trailer steps. You know, when you carry a basket of laundry and you can’t see where you’re going. Sooner or later, well…” She saw Mike’s fierce glance and shut up.

I was tempted to call her on it. After all, I’d built the laundry room with my own hands, and made it accessible from floor level. It wasn’t necessary to go down any steps. But this wasn’t the time or place to set off fireworks, not with Craig and my family present.

The screen door banged behind me. It was Craig.

“Craig,” I said, “this is Mike Perez and his friend Cheryl Norman. We were all in high school together.” I turned back. “This is Craig Warburton. He works at Circle Campus.”

“You forgot to say,” said Mike, “you and I were married until a year ago.”

“Craig knows that.” I didn’t know what to say next, but Craig took it out of my hands. He stepped down and shook Mike’s hand, and then Cheryl’s. He was a foot shorter than Mike. “You a Sox fan, Professor?” asked Mike, opening a conversation that soon had the two men sitting on the hood of the Gran Fury, sipping at beers. He didn’t normally like beer, so I knew he was working to fit in. Good for you, Craig.

I sat on the steps, sipping at my own beer and listening, while Cheryl looked uncomfortably about for a place to sit down. She finally opened the car of Mike’s car and leaned against the front seat. As the men talked, I watched the thick muscles under Mike’s tee shirt, the bulging biceps, the slim waist, the brilliant blue eyes. How could I still feel an ache for him after all this time, and after the things that happened? The good memories came unbidden, so I forced myself to recall kneeling on the hard linoleum floor, my hands gripping the backs of his solid thighs, his cock thrusting into my mouth and brushing the back of my throat.

I felt cool sweat on my neck, and hot moisture in my crotch. I was getting excited. That was just stupid and ridiculous. I felt nothing for Mike, not any more.

I glanced at Craig, and he was looking at me, and his eyes were troubled. Could he see my thoughts?

I escaped inside the house and helped my mother get sandwiches ready for the lunch snack. Most of the work had been done before Craig and I had arrived, but there were still a hundred details.

A few at a time, the relatives and friends drifted in. “Hey, RoseAnn, is that your new boyfriend talking to Mike outside?” asked my Aunt Jenna. “He’s a little short, isn’t he?”

“He’s big where it counts,” I said. I waited for the surprised gasp from my mother before I laughed and said, “He’s got a big heart.” This drew smirks and snorts of laughter from the women who were quickly filling up the kitchen and fussing with the food they brought.

Through the window, I watched the arriving men form a circle around the hood of Mike’s car. A couple of my male cousins were missing. They’d been caught in the draft and sent to Viet Nam, but they’d be back for next year’s Labor Day.

I imagined half of the men were waiting for some sort of confrontation between Mike and Craig. My stomach turned leaden as I dreaded the coming afternoon.

We carried the plates of sandwiches outside to the picnic table, and soon everyone was eating. Lawn chairs clustered in groups, mostly divided by sex and age. Conversation hummed in the warm afternoon. The garbage bin quickly filled up with Bud and Busch empties, until my Uncle Albert finally suggested, “Anyone for baseball? I brought my equipment.”

“Make it softball, and I’m in,” I said. “How about you, Craig?”

“I’ll bet Craig only plays sixteen-inch,” taunted Mike. “Don’t you, Craig?”

“Anything else would be crazy in the city,” said Craig, not rising to the bait.

I only knew ‘sixteen-inch’ as a form of softball peculiar to Chicago. The ball was larger and softer than a softball, so the game could be played in vacant lots or a street lined with Tekirdağ Escort Bayan parked cars. It rarely broke windows, an added advantage. I’d never played it myself. Finding open space to play baseball or touch football had never been an issue in Bitumen.

We trooped the half-block to the two vacant lots that had served as a local park for most of my life. Mike walked on ahead, carrying a bat and tapping a ball ahead of himself down the street as if playing miniature golf.

Craig dropped back to walk with me. “I like your family.”

“They’re good people,” I said.

He lowered his voice. “I like Mike, too. I expected different, after everything you said.”

“Don’t trust him. He can act fine when other people are around. In school, he was always the tough guy that’d fight anybody. Everyone wanted to be his friend.”

“Yeah, I know how that works.”

“But he can turn nasty in a split second. Don’t think for a moment that Cheryl’s wearing that sling because she fell down some steps.”

Nobody disputed the choice of team captains. Mike and Albert, same as every family occasion since Mike entered the family. But they didn’t pick teams. In past years, some people were angry at always being last chosen, so Albert had proposed another method. Everyone lined up in order of height, then the tallest went to Mike’s team, next-tallest to Albert’s, and so on.

Since I was tallest, other than Mike, I went to Mike’s team. After some shuffling, Craig ended up with Albert’s team.

Mike was first at bat, and on the second pitch, popped a fly high to center field. Craig stood dumbly on the grass, shielding his eyes, as if trying to find the ball against the sun. I almost shouted, ‘Craig, go for it!’ before remembering I was on Mike’s team.

Craig abruptly danced two steps to one side and snagged the ball from the air without effort. I laughed out loud, and Mike turned in my direction, puzzled.

“Good hit,” I said to him, smiling innocently.

It was my turn at bat, and Albert easily struck me out in four pitches.

In the bottom of the second inning, Craig finally came up at bat against Mike. Mike walked him by pitching four inside balls that came within inches of Craig’s belly, forcing him to jump back. Craig trotted out until he stood next to me, where I covered first base.

“This is fun,” he said, with a wide grin.

I smiled back. “Be careful. Mike’s good at this.”

Mike lobbed an easy pitch to my Aunt Helen, who swung wildly and hit a grounder directly to him. Instead of putting her out at first, he spun and threw to second base and Craig was out. To some, this may have looked like normal strategy, but I knew what Mike was about. He glanced at me to confirm I’d been watching. His smirk said, see how smoothly, how effortlessly I dealt with your boyfriend? One way or another, Craig was not going to get a chance to be the hero of today’s game.

For the rest of the game, Mike walked Craig almost every time. Once, during the eighth inning, Craig took a chance, hopped back just as Mike released, and hit the ball solidly, just over Mike’s outstretched fingers. But the shortstop, Dad’s friend Pete, snatched the ball from the air, ending the inning. Craig trotted to his place in center field, but couldn’t help but look back at me with a grin on his face.

Cheryl watched the game from an aluminum chair, which creaked and tilted and looked ready to collapse. As we returned to the house, she looked at me with a mixture of terror and hatred. She was pleading, don’t take Mike away from me.

Don’t worry, Cheryl. I’ve been where you are, and I’m not going back.

The feast resumed, and after the sun, exercise, and five beers, I felt loose and pleasant as the sun set behind the house. Burgers and brats sizzled on the grill, and the picnic table was covered with salads, cakes, and cookies.

Twice, Craig came and sat near me, but soon found himself frozen out of the conversation, Escort Tekirdağ in spite of my attempts to draw him in. Each time, he wandered back and rejoined the men, who immediately included him in their deliberations. Thus, he learned how parties were conducted in our part of rural America.

The beer did what beer does, and I set down my empty plate and went into the toilet. When I finished, I opened the door to find Mike waiting in the hall.

“It’s all yours,” I said, moving to pass him.

He blocked my way. “I wanted to see you.”

“About?”

“I miss you. I wish you’d come back. All those things I did, that’s all in the past. It’s different now.”

“I could tell by the sling on Cheryl’s arm. You’ve graduated to major injury. That’s what’s different.” But I couldn’t help but return his gaze. Those blue steel eyes, radiating strength and confidence, shot electricity into my crotch. I could smell his sweat in the confined hallway, and it brought back memories.

“Cheryl’s a cow. I want you.” He put his arms around me and half-walked, half-lifted me backwards into a nearby bedroom. I made feeble attempts to break free, but my resistance melted as he forced a kiss on me. I tried again to push away, but too many memories got in the way–his smell, the taste of his lips, the rasp of his unshaven chin, the tight grip of his arms. I remembered him at his best, in his senior year of high school, when I looked up at him from the perspective of a star-struck tenth-grader. He was master of everything and everyone around him. And of all the women who threw themselves at him, he’d wanted me. My panties grew warm and damp.

I kissed him back and immediately hated myself for it. The alcohol. It was the alcohol, I hoped.

“Stay here with me,” he whispered. “I need you back home. Everything will be different.”

“What about Cheryl?” I said again.

“She’ll understand. Anyway, she’s got nowhere to go. Her folks don’t want her back.”

“Three of us, living together?” I couldn’t believe I was actually continuing this conversation. I was even seeing advantages to two women sharing the chores.

There was a scuff on the hall carpet, and I looked past Mike’s shoulder to see the back of Craig’s plaid shirt passing the open door, headed toward the toilet. The door closed and the lock clicked.

My stomach clenched in panic, and I pushed free of Mike. “It’s too late for that. I’ve moved on. I’ve got a scholarship and a good man, and my life’s going to be different.”

I left Mike behind, resumed my place in the lawn chair, and swigged at the rest of my beer. But I was worried. Had Craig seen us together? How much had he seen?

A moment later, I got my answer. My father sidled past and tapped me on the shoulder. “Where’s Craig going? I just saw him take off in that old Studebaker of his. Is everything okay?”

I felt as though I’d been punched in the stomach. I tried to sound as cheery as I could. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine.” I waited a decent few minutes and wandered out to where the cars were parked. Sure enough, Craig’s car was gone.

I felt sick to my stomach, and I had another thought. Classes started tomorrow morning, early. I had to get back to Chicago tonight, somehow. I went into the house and found the telephone extension in my parents’ bedroom.

“Rosie, is that you? You sound awful,” said Candy, from her folks’ place.

I wiped tears away. “I’ll tell you about it later. Can I get a ride back to Chicago with you?”

She paused a moment. “It sounds serious. But we’re in the middle of supper. I won’t be leaving until seven o’clock or so. Is that okay?”

I washed my face with cold water and went back outside, forcing a smile and giving the same answer to everyone who asked where Craig went. “He had to get back early. I’m riding to Chicago with Candy.”

About seven-thirty, while Candy’s Buick idled in front of the house, I said my good-byes to everyone. My mother followed me out to the front of the house. “Your boyfriend just left, without saying thanks or good-bye, or anything at all. Tell him I think he’s been very rude.”

“I’ll give him hell, Mom.”

“Did you say good-bye to Mike?”

“No, and I don’t intend to. Good-bye, Mom.”

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This is the twentieth episode of my unreliable memoirs and the second part of a tale. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones, particularly episode nineteen in this case.

I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

M4bloke

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

In the morning Sophie and Pierre were still fast asleep in the adjacent hotel room, exhausted from the previous week’s shift. Not wanting to wake them we organised a late checkout for their room and left them a note. On the way back to Carole and Fabien’s house we stopped at a café for breakfast, Lesley, in the dress she’d worn last night and me, in a smart shirt and trousers. We looked like a right pair of dirty stop outs.

We got back to Carole and Fabien’s and they were also still in bed, but for what was probably a different reason to Sophie and Pierre. Donald and Mickey barked at the front door when we arrived but once they heard our voices they went into welcome mode.

“We didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” Carole said hugging us after she and Fabien had got up.

Lesley explained the previous night’s disappointing outcome in the sort of detail that is only necessary when girls discuss things like this.

“Poor Sophie,” said Carole after Lesley had told them about the flat Sophie and Pierre lived in. “I didn’t know where they lived, but I know that’s not a great area.”

Fabien agreed.

“You know the state employs a lot of people in France,” Carole explained, “It doesn’t pay them well but they get good holidays and a decent pension when they retire. If Sophie and Pierre are trying to save up for a house then it’s probably why they can’t afford to pay much rent.”

Donald looked up at us wagging his tail.

“I’m afraid we may have neglected Donald and Mickey this morning?” said Carole smiling at Fabien.

“Do they like swimming?” I asked.

“They love it.”

“Could we borrow the Land Rover to take them out?”

“Of course you can.”

“In that case we’ll just go and change out of these clothes then we’ll let you two lovebirds get back to your nest.”

In Lesley’s hands the Land Rover made light work of the dirt track leading up to the reservoir in the hills and when we reached its dam we parked up and found a path that followed the contour. The path was probably popular with walkers at weekends but we had the place all to ourselves that day. The dogs mooched along with us until we found a little cove at the far side of the reservoir. When they saw the water they went wild, splashing about in the shallows like puppies. At Carole’s suggestion Lesley had brought a couple of tennis balls with her and we threw them in the lake so that the two dogs could swim after them. To be honest I’m not sure who was enjoying things the most, Lesley or the dogs.

After half an hour we carried on walking and the dogs walked with us but more sedately now.

“Are you disappointed about last night?” Lesley asked.

“Yes, I guess I am,” I said, “but I’m not complaining. We probably wouldn’t be here now if it had gone well.”

“This is nice, isn’t it? It’s like we’re a real couple.”

“We are a real couple.”

“You know what I mean,” she said.

“I do,” I conceded. “But less than six months to go now.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You know, I was thinking,” I told Lesley. “If we bought a place here we could let Sophie and Pierre live in it. Then we’d know it was being looked after.”

“Do you think they’d want to?”

“Did you see where they were living?”

“It was awful wasn’t it?”

We walked back to the Land Rover, stopping to throw the balls in the lake for the dogs again then Lesley piloted the car back down the track. We hadn’t had anything to eat since we’d stopped at the café that morning so we found a bar that was open in one of the larger villages and the owner made us a toasted sandwich to go with our beer. At first he wasn’t keen about having Donald and Mickey in the bar but he relented when he saw they were friendly and even brought out some dog biscuits and a bowl of water for them.

It was dark when we got back and the dogs rushed into the house to see what they had missed. I heard a woof as they encountered something unexpected then Carole and Fabien appeared with Sophie and Pierre behind them.

“They look like they had a good time,” Carole said nodding towards the dogs.

“So did we,” Lesley added. “It was nice to get some fresh air.”

“I’ve invited Sophie and Pierre over for a few days. I hope you don’t mind,” Carole added.

“Of course we don’t mind, thank you,” Lesley responded hugging each of them.

When Sophie finished hugging Lesley, she hugged me. She didn’t look me in the eye but squeezed me tightly and kissed my neck.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she whispered.

“Don’t be,” I told her.

The dogs were hungry and looking for their food.

“We need to feed these two,” Lesley suggested. “You should have seen them in the water, they were like puppies, but they were ever so Tokat Escort good when we took them in the bar.”

“You took them into a bar?” Fabien asked incredulously.

“Yes,” said Lesley uncertain of what the problem was.

“In France only old people take their dogs into bars and usually they’re poodles or little ratty terriers. Nobody takes two fully grown guard dogs into a bar.”

“Well we weren’t going to leave them in the car, poor things,” Lesley replied without the tiniest acknowledgement that our actions may have appeared unusual. “But now that you mention it the owner did look at us a bit oddly at first.”

“Probably until he realised you were English,” Fabien laughed. “Only the English take their dogs into a bar.”

“Well we had a good time,” Lesley said addressing the dogs. “The owner even gave you some biscuits, didn’t he?”

The two dogs stared up at Lesley, probably wondering what they had to do to get fed, but Carole came to their rescue and filled their bowls with food. Once Donald and Mickey had eaten they took themselves to their beds and promptly fell asleep, probably to dream about the day’s adventures.

The six of us sat in the lounge and thoughts turned to what we were going to eat tonight.

“Why don’t we just get some pizzas?” Fabien suggested.

“If you let me know what you want I don’t mind getting them,” I offered.

After much debate I got a list of the pizzas everyone wanted and directions to where I needed to go. As I got my jacket Sophie suggested that she should go with me, in case I had problems with communicating or finding the place. I glanced at Lesley and she smiled so I accepted Sophie’s offer.

It was getting cold as we set off and I had the heater turned up in the hire car to try and take the chill out of the air. Sophie was quiet to begin with and she seemed a bit on edge.

“How are you feeling,” I asked her.

“Like an idiot,” she replied.

“I actually meant how are you feeling after a good night’s sleep?”

“Oh, much better, thank you.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry about last night, Steven.”

“It wasn’t your fault you had to work.”

“No, but it’s been three months since we last saw each other and, well… I’d been looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time on my own at University these last few months. Sometimes it’s nice to let your mind wander,” I said.

“I know what you mean.”

We found the pizza place and parked up in the town square. It was the same town that Carole and Fabien had been married in. With Sophie’s help I gave them our orders and they told us to come back in twenty minutes. It was a takeaway place rather than a restaurant so we went and had a quick drink in the town’s bar while we waited. Sophie had a Bacardi and Coke and I had a beer. We sat at a table and she leaned into me so I put my arm around her. Sophie rested her hand on my leg and squeezed it.

“I wasn’t sure we’d see you again,” she said.

“We told you we’d be back at Christmas.”

“Yes, but I didn’t know if you’d want to see us.”

“Whatever made you think that?”

“Well we’re not quite in the same league as most of your friends, are we?”

“But Lesley kept in touch, didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did, but you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. Things will be easier once I’ve finished university.”

There was a vulnerability to Sophie that I’d not seen before and it surprised me a bit.

“You’ve been in another fight haven’t you?” she said.

“Yes, but you should ask Lesley to tell you about it because she tells it better.”

We finished up our drinks and went to collect the pizzas. As we were walking between the bar and the takeaway, Sophie stopped and turned to kiss me. We kissed passionately and when we finished she gave me a big hug.

“It’s really good to see you,” she said.

When we got back to the house everyone tucked into the pizzas, washing them down with wine. There was more pizza than our stomachs could cope with but Donald and Mickey were on hand to help us out.

Lesley brought Sophie and Pierre up to date with our lives, the wedding, her move to London and of course, our trip to Germany. She also told them about our house search. When she’d finished, Carole and Fabien announced they were off to bed.

“You only just got up,” Lesley joked.

“Yes I know,” Carole replied giggling. “Scandalous isn’t it?”

“See you in the morning then, lovebirds.”

“Oh, when the dogs are ready tomorrow I’d like the three of us to go out for a run,” she said looking at Lesley and me. “I want your opinion on something.”

“Sure.”

“And one last thing, what do you all want to do tomorrow night for New Year’s Eve? I was going to suggest the club but why don’t we stay here. We could invite Claude and Emma over too, then get dressed up and have a meal, like we did in the summer. It’s a shame Kate’s not here.”

“That would be nice,” said Lesley and everyone agreed.

“That’s settled then, Tokat Escort Bayan goodnight all!”

Carole and Fabien left for bed like two newlyweds then Sophie got up.

“Would you mind if I took Steven upstairs?” Sophie asked Lesley.

“Of course not. He’s been looking forward to it for months,” said Lesley. “As have I,” she said smiling at Pierre.

The four of us got up and made our way up the stairs, with Donald and Mickey padding behind us.

“If you leave your door open they can decide where they want to go,” Lesley instructed.

I gave Lesley a kiss.

“Goodnight Mrs Carter,” I said to her.

“Goodnight Mr Carter. Don’t forget me in the morning when you go for your run.”

“I won’t”

Lesley and Pierre disappeared into our bedroom and Sophie and I went into hers. We weren’t in the room ten seconds before Sophie was all over me. She’d stripped me naked before I had much of a chance to take any of her clothes off then she got down on her knees and started to suck me off.

Not wanting to appear ungrateful I let her work my cock for a minute or so then lifted he back up.

“Slow down, there’s no rush,” I told her.

“But I want to make up for last night,” she said.

“You’ve got nothing to make up for, now take your clothes off and come to bed with me.”

Sophie removed her top and unhooked her bra before shuffling out of her jeans and panties. I took her in my arms and we kissed, my erection lay flat against her belly as she pressed herself onto me.

“Is that better?” she asked, smiling.

“Much better.”

I led Sophie to the bed and we lay down together. She let me kiss her on the neck for a while but I couldn’t help working my way down to her breasts.

“I’d forgotten how much you liked them,” she whispered as I massaged the soft flesh and gently chewed on her nipples.

I could have played with Sophie’s breasts for much longer but I carried on my journey down her body using my tongue to trace a line to her tummy. It made her ticklish and she squirmed as I licked her navel so I carried on and made my way down to her clitoris. Sophie opened her legs for me and I repositioned myself, sinking my head between her thighs.

She was already pretty aroused and it didn’t take long before I could tease the firm nub of her clit with my tongue. Sophie held my head with one hand and ran her fingers through my hair as I worked on her but it wasn’t long before she lay back and gave in to her own pleasure. I could tell when she was approaching her orgasm because her hips started to rise and fall with the rhythm of my tongue, as if she was trying to fuck my face. The intensity of her thrusts increased until she stiffened and let out a moan. I pressed my tongue hard into her clit and held it there until Sophie relaxed.

“I need you inside me Steven,” she told me.

I moved myself up her body and she reached down with one hand to position my cock at the entrance to her vagina. After she’d rubbed its head along her labia a couple of times I pushed into her and she let go of me. Her pussy was already very slippery and I entered her slowly, resting my weight on her when I was all the way in. Sophie grabbed my head and kissed me passionately.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she whispered. “I don’t need a marathon I just need you to cum inside me.”

I didn’t think I was going to have any problem at all satisfying her request but I wanted to make sure that she at least she orgasmed again. So as we kissed and I took very slow but deliberate strokes, making sure I pushed as far as I could into her each time. Sophie was very responsive and she raised her hips to meet each thrust while her hands explored my body. All the time she kept her lips firmly planted on mine.

After about ten minutes of lovemaking Sophie began urging me to cum inside her. I decided to pick up the pace and lifted myself up off my elbows and on to my wrists to get more leverage then I began to pound myself into her. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself and continued to meet my thrusts as we fucked.

Nowadays you’ll hear people say that they ‘banged’ someone. Personally, I’d probably use the word ‘fucked’ instead but ‘banged’ very accurately described what I ended up doing to Sophie. Using the increased leverage from being on my wrists I used the full stroke of my cock, lifting myself almost out of her then banging back in as hard as I could. Sophie’s breasts jiggled underneath me as our hips clashed rhythmically together until eventually she came. When my own climax was close I increased my pace and let my balls slap against her and this ensured that I was emptying myself into her very soon after.

I lowered myself onto Sophie and she immediately wrapped her legs around me, holding me in position. Only when I’d gone soft in her did she loosen her grip, and I rolled off and lay by her side. Sophie took my hand and guided it back to her pussy so that I could finger her. The slippery mixture of my cum and her juices meant that three fingers slipped Escort Tokat in with ease.

“Thank you,” she said, “I’d been looking forward to that.”

“Me too,” I replied.

“That’s why I was so upset about last night. I didn’t really want you to see our apartment and when you did it was all for nothing.”

“Hey, you’re talking to a guy who has lived in one room for the last three years.”

“It’s true, but now you’re the same guy who drives a Porsche and lives with his wife in the smartest part of London at the weekend, aren’t you? You’re also the same guy who is about to buy a house in London and another one in France and all at the age of twenty one.”

“I can see that I have no secrets from you.”

“On the contrary Steven, I think you have plenty of secrets, but Lesley tells me everything I need to know.”

“I see.”

“You know she calls me one of your girlfriends,” Sophie said, clearly fishing for some affirmation of this.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I like it.”

“What about Pierre, does he mind.”

“Pierre has a girlfriend of his own,” Sophie replied with something less than joy in her voice.

“Oh yes?”

“Emma.”

I wanted to say “Lucky guy!” but managed another “Oh yes,” instead. From what I recalled of my only encounter with Emma she was not only beautiful but also had a rare talent for making men feel good about themselves. I could see how Sophie might be less than enthusiastic about her, especially since her husband Claude, the fighter pilot, was away such a lot. I remembered back to Carole’s wedding when I’d first met Emma, she’d been with Pierre then.

“Emma and Pierre grew up together here in Aix,” Sophie explained. “Pierre was good friends with her older brother and as a teenager Emma had a crush on him. If Pierre hadn’t moved to Paris who knows what might have happened. When he returned we were a couple and she was married to Claude. Then one night we met at the swinging club.”

“Are you jealous?”

“A little bit,” she said. “I know Pierre loves me and I know that Emma loves Claude but you’ve seen the effect that Emma has on guys.”

I could sense the vulnerability in Sophie’s voice again.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” I said.

“I know.”

“And how about you. How many boyfriends do you have?”

“None,” she said curling her bottom lip.

“Apart from me that is.”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“I do.”

“Then that’s settled,” Sophie said, wrapping herself around me.

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

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Lesley, Carole and I assembled in our running gear in the kitchen with the dogs. Carole led the way at a relaxed pace on a route that took us toward the old winery, except that when we reached it we carried on past. Instead, we stopped at a house further along the lane. It had a low wall at the front with a hedge behind that gave it some privacy. Carole opened the gate to the property and we walked in.

“This is the holiday cottage I mentioned before,” she said. “It only really gets used in the summer.”

The cottage was more of a house really. It was the sort of place that was quite old in places but had been extended at various points in its life. It was built of stone and had quite a large untended garden/orchard to the rear. The whole place looked a bit unloved but it had character. Carole located they key to the house under a flower pot and opened the front door.

Inside it smelled musty and the dogs padded into the hallway then went off to investigate.

“It’s got three decent bedrooms and a little box bedroom, a nice kitchen and a big lounge,” she said. “There’s an oil burning heating system but there’s only one bathroom. You could live in it today. Everything is fine it just needs a bit of updating really.”

“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.

“That depends,”

“On what?”

“On whether you’d like to buy it?”

Carole could see she’d caught us off balance.

“We’ll sell it to you for the same price as the other house you were looking at. How about that?”

“We’ll take it” said Lesley hugging Carole.

“This is worth more than the house we were looking at and you’ve done enough for us already Carole.” I said. “We’d love to buy the house but at least let us pay whatever its market value is.”

“I can respect that,” Carole replied. “With what you’ll save in agents’ fees I don’t think this place will be much more expensive anyway. So, do we have a deal?”

“There is one thing,” I said. “We were thinking of offering Sophie and Pierre a room in whatever house we buy. That way they don’t have to live in their current hell hole while they’re saving to buy their own place.”

“I think that’s very considerate. Nobody is using the house so they can move in whenever they want.”

I gave Carole a hug and a kiss and she held me tightly.

“I know your lives are in London but Fabien and I want to keep you both close to us.”

Lesley got in on the hug and the three of us had a moment.

By the time we got back to Carole’s everyone else was up and in the kitchen. Lesley made a beeline for Fabien and hugged him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Don’t thank me,” Fabien replied. “All I did was marry Carole, but I take it you said yes?”

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“You are such a dork for watching this crap” it was a typical response he had when it was time for Melanie to choose what they would watch on tv.

“This stuff is boring” He always complained when watching her television shows “Oh shut up, you might learn something from this shot and plus the guy hosting it is hot.”

Ronnie just rolled his eyes and stared at her smiling. They had been dating for over a year and everyday that he spent with her just seemed better than the last. They had both just started college and he had never been so in love with anyone in his life. He rolled over onto his back and just stared intently at her watching her shows.

Melanie was absolutely gorgeous. Long dark hair, a beautiful face, and the greatest legs he had ever seen. He reached out with his fingers and ran them across her face which caused her to giggle.

“Quit touching me while I am trying to watch my hot british guy” she always liked to agitate him.

She played hard to get but she loved when he touched her. Her body always responded to his touch. She smiled as he pulled her face close to him and began kissing her. Her breathing got quicker as there tongues met.

She squealed as he quickly got on top of her and began kissing her again. Her hands ran up and down his sides as they kissed. Her body tensed as his hands found her breasts and began fondling them. She could feel herself start to get wet as he teased her nipples with his thumb.

She broke the kiss and stood up beside the bed. She walked over and locked the door to her room. Her parents were at work but she wanted to make sure just in case. She slowly walked over to the bed and could see by the bulge in the front of his pants that he was excited. She smiled her sexy smile and then slowly pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor.

“Mmm baby” was all he could say as he stood up and grabbed her and pulled her to him.

Melanie tensed as he ran his tongue up and down her neck. She loved when a guy showed attention to her neck. Ronnie made sure to run his tongue slowly so that she purred in enjoyment. She tensed as his hands reached around and squeezed her ass through her skirt.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her deeply and squeezed her cheeks as hard as he could. Her hands found the front of his pants and gripped his hardening cock through his pants. Ronnie moaned as he felt her hand squeeze his cock this only helped to reinforce Tekirdağ Escort his efforts on her neck. “Mmmm your cock feel so hard baby” his body felt weak as he heard his soul mate say this to him. He got even weaker when she dropped to her knees in front of him and began rubbing her face on his cock through his pants.

She shocked him by starting to run her tongue over the outline of his cock on the outside of his pants. He had waited for this moment for so long and now it was happening.

“I love you baby” was all he could say as she reached inside his wind pants and pulled his hard cock out.

Melanie couldn’t help but moan as she pulled his thick cock out of his pants. Her mouth was watering she had never wanted something in her mouth in all of her life. She looked up at him and without breaking eye contact, gave the tip of his cock a kiss and then a lock lick causing him to moan out loud.

He looked down at his beautiful angel as she ran her tongue all over his cock. She focused her attention on the head at first using her hand to stroke his cock before she started taking more and more of him into her mouth.

“Oh God baby that’s soo fucking good” he moaned as she slurped all over his hard cock. “You suck my cock so good baby I love you so much” is what he kept saying over and over as she caused him to get closer and closer to climax.

He reached down and began running his fingers in her hair. He pulled her off of his cock and looked into her eyes.

“You want me to fuck your face baby?” he said it with a growl in his voice, a growl that made her pussy drip.

“Mmmm yeah baby fuck my face! Fucking ram your cock in my mouth and make me gag!”

He gripped the side of her head and began to thrusting himself into her mouth. He knew she loved to be manhandled and he violently thrust 7 inches of his 10 inch cock into her throat causing her to moan and gag all over his cock.

He grabbed her by the head and pulled her up to him and kissed her. Tasting himself all over her as their tongues met.

“Turn around and bend your ass over baby” was all she needed to hear before she did what she was told.

She loved when he took control. Her pussy was dripping and she knew that any minute he was going be pleasing her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her skirt up over her ass. He bit her ass cheek over her panties causing her to moan loudly. He then yanked her panties down quickly to Tekirdağ Escort Bayan her ankles and held them as she stepped out of them.

He placed tiny kisses all over her cheeks before starting to nibble. He spread her legs and leaned down and slowly ran his tongue over the lips of her pussy and tasted her sweetness. Her breathing was quickening as he sucking and licked all over her pussy, and she screamed loudly when his tongue entered her. He stuck his tongue into her pussy and began licking all of her sweetness up.

He could feel her pussy contract all over his tongue and he felt her juices dripping off his chin.

Her cries and moans of “mmm baby oh fucking eat my pussy” only caused him to push his face deeper into her pussy.

He then turned her over and as she threw her legs on his shoulders he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked as hard as he could. This caused her body to tense and she came all over his face. She moaned as she heard him slurp her juices as she came.

He loved her taste. She was as sweet as syrup and he never got tired of eating her pussy.

In her breathless haze she screamed “Oh God get your fucking cock in me!” as he stood between her legs and pushed his pants down.

She wrapped her heels behind his ass to bring him closer to her pussy. He gripped his cock in his hands as he stood over her

“You want this cock inside of that tight pussy baby?” he teased

“I want every fucking inch of it inside my pussy papi” she knew he loved being called that and she smiled as she saw his cock throb at the mention of that name.

He slapped his cock against her needy pussy causing her to moan loudly “mmm fucking tease my pussy baby” came from her mouth as he slapped his cock against her lips,

“You like to be teased baby?” he questioned.

“I like your big cock inside me better baby. Fuck your pussy! Fuck it hard and fast and make me cum” as bad as he wanted to he continued to rub the head of his cock all over her clit.

She was thrusting her pussy up at his cock now, she was out of control with want, she needed him inside of her worse than she ever needed anything and she let out a loud squeal when she felt the head of his cock pressing between her wet lips. “Oh gooooood yeah” was all she could say as he sunk the first 4 inches of his cock into her.

“Fuck your so tight” He grunted back.

He loved how tight her pussy Escort Tekirdağ was, no matter how many times he had been inside her , it always felt like the first time. Her breathing increased as he inched more and more of his cock inside of her. She closed her eyes as she felt his balls come to a rest on her pussy, because she knew that she had ever single inch inside of her, he filled her up more than anything she could ever imagine would, she loved his cock and she loved what was coming next even more.

With one motion of his hips he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and after a pause slammed it back inside of her.

“Oh fuck yeah Ronnie. Oh fuck yeah” was all she could say as he increased his efforts.

He was fucking her faster and faster, he knew she liked it hard, and he liked to fuck her as hard as he could everytime they fucked.

“yeah take it baby! Take my big fucking cock” was what came out of his mouth as he pounded the pussy of the love of his life.

“Fuck me baby, fuck your pussy, its all yours! Fuck me! Fuck me!” was all she could get out in between strokes.

He was fucking her so hard that her bed was hitting against the wall. His thrusts were so hard that the loudest sound in the room besides her moans was his balls slapping against her ass.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good legs I love you so fucking much” he told her as he looked down at her.

She was moaning and he could feel her pussy spasm around his cock each time he made her cum.

“Shut up and keep fucking me” was her response and that caused him to attack her pussy with even more force.

This caused her to start to scream “fuck me” over and over.

He could feel the familiar feeling of explosion coming from his balls and knew he was nearing climax.

“I am gonna cum baby where do you want it?” he asked already knowing the answer.

“Cum fuckiing inside me papi! Fucking cum deep inside me! Fill me fucking up with your hot cum!”

He began fucking her so hard that the slapping was hurting his balls.

“Fuuuuuck I love you” was what he screamed as he began shooting shot after shot of hot cum deep into his angel’s pussy.

“Oh my goooood” was all that came out of her mouth as each shot of hot cum shooting inside of her caused her to cum harder and harder.

As her pussy clamped around his cock he collapsed on top of her.

He lay there staring at his gorgeous prize as they tried to catch their breath. He felt her squeeze his cock.

“I love you angel” came out of his mouth as naturally as breathing.

He rolled to the side with his cock still inside her and wrapped his arms around her body as they lay there staring into each other’s eyes.

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