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This is a follow-up to a previous story entitled, “My Friend’s Sister and Girlfriend.”

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About a month after I hooked up with Jim’s sister Tia, which was also watched by his girlfriend Gina, I found myself in the backyard of the house I lived in with Jim. I had just completed a 7 mile run and was dripping with sweat, in desperate need of a shower. After stretching for about 10 minutes I walked inside the house and noticed that Gina was over and watching TV in the family room. I struck up a small conversation with Gina and asked her where Jim was. She said he was still at work and wouldn’t be home for another hour. She said once he came home though they had dinner plans with another couple down the street and would have to leave immediately, so that’s why she came over ahead of time.

I sat down on the floor to continue stretching while I talked with Gina and that’s when I noticed she was watching, “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.” I couldn’t help but to make fun of Gina for watching such a stupid show and she admitted it was a guilty pleasure of hers that she wasn’t proud of. On this particular episode the family appeared to be somewhere warm on vacation as they were all running around in bathing suits. Stupid or not, I have to admit that Kim in a bathing suit looked good and I started to think about her and her sex tape, a video I had beaten off to on numerous occasions.

As I finished up my stretching I was about to excuse myself from the room when Gina very abruptly asked, “What is that smell?”

I knew immediately she was talking about me so I laughed, stood up, and said, “That would be me so excuse me so I can go shower.”

Gina laughed and replied, “Please do, you smell like sweaty sex and ass.”

Jogging up the stairs to my room, I quickly removed my shirt, shoes, and socks, leaving me in just my shorts. I then slipped on my sandals and went back downstairs because that was the only bathroom, with a shower, in the house. Before I went to the bathroom though I ran into the family room and gave Gina a big, sweaty hug. She screamed, hit me, and told me to get the fuck off of her, all while laughing. Gina had such a good sense of humor and I was so happy for my buddy Jim that he found someone like her.

Now inside the bathroom, I took off my shorts and started the shower to let it warm up. Once it was good I stepped into the shower and began to rinse off. Grabbing the bar of soap, I began to lather myself up and as is often the case, when I got to my penis I spent an extra few seconds soaping it, which caused it to become slightly aroused. Having just seen Gina watching the Kardashians, my mind again went to Kim’s sextape and my cock began to grow harder under the touch of my hand. Within moments my dick was at it’s full, hard, 8 inches, so I made the executive decision to sit down in the shower and rub one out. I absolutely loved sitting in the shower, playing through a fantasy in my head, while I stroked my cock. This often led to longer showers, but I wasn’t in a hurry so I just sat back and enjoyed it.

A few minutes into my session there was a loud knock on the door to which I replied, “Who is it?”

“It’s me Gina, I have to use the bathroom, can I come in?”

Having not cum yet, this interruption made me a little upset and I yelled back, “Can’t you go upstairs?” As the last words were coming out of my mouth I already knew the answer. ankara escort The toilet upstairs was broken and didn’t flush, so that wasn’t an option.

Before Gina could even reply to remind me I said, “Nevermind, I forgot that one is broken. Give me a second and I will be right out.” Instead of waiting though Gina opened the door and came running into the bathroom.

“Sorry, I can’t wait, I really have to go,” she said. I then heard her lift the toilet seat and begin to pee.

“Wow, what do you have the bladder of a 3 year old?” I said, still sitting in the shower, behind the shower curtain, with my hand still holding my engorged member.

“No, I’ve been holding it until I finished the episode of the Kardashians, so I’ve been holding it for like 30 minutes,” Gina replied.

The sound of Gina peeing wasn’t turning me on. However, knowing she was just on the other side of the curtain, with her pants around her ankles, her pussy exposed, and in a vulnerable state did excite me a little and I began to slowly stroke my dick.

“Well hurry up and finish so I can get back to my shower please,” I responded.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know me going to the bathroom kept you from showering. By the way, are you sitting down in the shower?” Gina asked.

“Yes, I am, I like to sit here and relax under the warm water,” I said.

Then Gina, sensing what was really going on with me inside the shower, straight up asked me, “Are you masturbating in there?”

I was caught, literally in the act. I probably could have lied (and should have) but I didn’t think it was anything to be afraid of, so I confidently replied yes. There was a moment of silence that was probably only 3-5 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

Gina then asked, “What are you thinking about in there when you are stroking yourself?”

I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation but Gina’s tone sounded like she really wanted to know, so I told her. “Well, seeing Kim in that bathing suit got me thinking about her sex tape so that’s what I was thinking about when I started.”

“When you started? What does that mean? Are you thinking of something else now?” Gina inquired.

“Yes, to be honest, now I am thinking about you, sitting on the other side of this curtain, with your neatly trimmed pussy exposed, and your pants around your ankles. And now I just had the thought of what type of panties do you have on, if you have any on to begin with,” I admitted rather boldly.

“Wow!” Gina said rather quietly. “Well to answer your question, I am wearing panties. They are called cheeky panties and they are pink and I love them because they fit so nicely over my ass cheeks. Oh, and since we are being honest, I should probably let you know that I’m now completely shaved, so there isn’t a single trace of hair on my pussy.”

“Well, that is all good to know,” I said as I started to stroke my cock a little harder inside the shower. “And in the name of honesty, I should let you know lately when I’m masturbating I sometimes think about that night you watched me fuck Tia in my room while you rubbed your pussy by the door.

“Wow!” I heard Gina say as a slight moan also escaped her mouth. “I’ve also thought about that night and how I wish I could have gotten a better view of your big cock as it slid in and out of Tia’s mouth and pussy.”

Listening to these words come from Gina’s mouth ankara escort bayan I took a chance and pulled back the curtain on the shower. What I saw was Gina still sitting on the toilet, her fingers rubbing her smooth, cleanly shaven pussy, and a slight smile on her face, as our eyes met. She in turn saw me laying there in the shower, water cascading down across my six-pack abs, and my hand tightly wrapped around my 8 inch cock, stroking it slowly up and down.

With our eyes still locked onto one another, I stood up, turned off the shower and sat on the edge of the tub, dripping wet. Still stroking my cock, I was now sitting directly across from Gina, our pleasure spots mere feet away from one another. She leaned back, bringing her hips forward on the toilet and closer to me so that I could get a better view of her. I studied her fingers as they slid up and down the lips of her pussy. I watched as she would roll her finger over her clit and then slide her finger back down her lips, before inserting one, sometimes two fingers deep inside her pussy.

Up and down. In and out. Gina continued to rub herself with such an unbridled passion that her pussy began to get wetter and wetter. At one point I could see the juices of her pussy covering her fingers so Gina took them into her mouth seductively and enjoyed her own taste.

Up and down. Up and down. I continued to stroke my dick as I sat on the edge of the tub. Not having the soap from the shower to lube my cock, my strokes were beginning to feel a little rough. To make up for it I took a small bit of saliva from my mouth and spread it over the head of my cock and resumed fucking my hand slowly. Seeing this Gina sat up and began to lean over towards my cock. For a second I thought she was going to take me into her mouth, but instead she positioned her mouth 2 inches above my cock, opened her mouth, and slowly dripped her saliva over my cock, all while she continued to rub her pussy. Now nicely lubed, I began to pick up the pace on myself when Gina then removed her fingers from her pussy and offered them to me to taste. I immediately deep throated those two fingers and slowly let her withdraw them from my mouth while I cleaned them with my tongue. The smell and taste was intoxicating and I enjoyed every second of it. Oh how I wanted to dive in between her legs and taste more, but this was my friend’s girlfriend and I needed her to cross that line first.

Still sitting on the toilet Gina finally kicked off her pants and underwear so she could spread her legs further apart. Before returning her fingers to her pussy, Gina did a quick detour and removed her shirt and bra. I had seen Gina’s giant 36DD breasts a month ago when she watched me fuck Tia, but that was in the darkness of my room. Here, now, in this moment, her giant tits were on full display and I could see them clear as day. I could see how her natural tits swayed as she rubbed her pussy up and down and how her nipples had hardened and become erect under her touch. Spread fully nude in front of me I couldn’t believe Gina was doing this.

Faster and faster she began to rub her pussy. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head and her body began to lightly shake. I knew this meant she was nearing an orgasm. Faster and faster she began to rub her clit with her right hand. With the left she began to ram two fingers in and out of her pussy. I leaned forward escort ankara to get a closer look and as I did I lightly blew on her pussy. This sensation sent her over the top and Gina began to scream, “FUCK! I’M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMING!”

For about 10 seconds Gina road her fingers and the wave of her orgasm. I remained bent over, inches away from her pussy, as she came down from her high. I could smell the sex leaking out of her and I wanted to taste her again if she’d let me. Letting her gather her senses, I continued to stroke my cock and things were beginning to build deep within my throbbing cock. Gina read the hungry look on my face and again offered her cum soaked fingers to me, which I again devoured and bathed with my tongue. Withdrawing her fingers from my mouth, Gina then rubbed her pussy a few more times before sticking them in her own mouth.

“I love the taste of my own cum,” Gina said. “I love it so much that when I cum on Jim’s cock I always put it in my mouth.”

I returned to an upright sitting position on the bath tub and continued stroking my cock. Every couple of strokes I would lift my ass up off the tub and thrust my hips at Gina, as if offering my cock to her. I was getting real close to cumming at this point and started moaning louder and louder, “oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Hearing my words and understanding my body language, Gina got off the toilet and lowered herself to the floor, right beneath me. Grabbing both of her big tits she squeezed them together, began to lick her nipples, and then said, “Please cum on my titties. Shoot your hot, sticky cum all over me, please.”

That was all I could take. My right hand squeezed the head of my cock for about 3 seconds, trying to hold off the cum. But it was no use as the first two loads of cum shot out of my cock and hit Gina in the neck. Adjusting my aim the third and fourth loads landed right between her tits. The remaining jizz I jacked off and squeezed onto each of her nipples. Gina was shocked by the amount of cum that I shared with her so I told her it had probably been about a week since I had last cum. In any event, Gina lifted up her tits and began to clean the cum off with her tongue. She then took her fingers and gathered up the cum dripping from her neck and swallowed that too.

“Mmm, mmm, just as good as last time,” Gina said.

Seeing a small pool of cum begin to drip from the head on my cock, Gina leaned over and gave my dick a quick kiss. “Can’t let any of that go to waste,” she said winking at me. This was the first time either of us had made physical contact with the other sexually. Naturally my cock, jumped back up and hit Gina on the chin, smearing a little cum on her face.

Gina then stood up, grabbed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, shaking her ass and hips as she did. When she got to the door she stopped, turned around, and said, “Think of that next time you are in the shower.”

I sat there on the bath tub for about 5 minutes, still holding my now softened dick, just trying to figure out what had happened. Whatever it was, I sure did enjoy it and began to wonder what would happen next. About 30 minutes later Jim came home from work to pick up Gina for their dinner date. On the way out, Jim and Gina walked into the family room to say goodbye to me. As they walked away Gina reached behind her, lifted up her skirt and revealed to me that she had no underwear on underneath. When I went to bed later that night I found her pair of pink underwear on my bed, making this the second pair of panties she had left me. Picking them up I lifted them to my nose and took in that now familiar smell of her pussy.

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I didn’t really like the guy, FC1 Gallup, but I was bored so I went to his party Saturday night anyway. He’s an arrogant, cheating husband that I really lost respect for when I saw him screwing a girl in just about every port while we were on deployment. Well, little does he know, his wife likes to screw around, too.

Becca, his wife, has a European look to her, straight blonde hair bobbed off at the shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, and a square jaw. She stands 5’5″, and has an awesome hour glass shape with small firm breasts. She is only 23 and he is 30. I always thought she was way out of my league and wondered why she stayed married to an asshole like Doug.

Anyway, I show up at the party after a long night of duty the night before, some reports for work, and an online class I had to finish up that day so I was pretty tired. Most of the guys from the division were there and most of them were getting pretty plowed except for the designated drivers, I hope. I only had 3 beers and I was pretty much passing out from exhaustion. Becca came over at one point and offered me a bedroom to stay in for the night. I declined and told her I’d be fine. After falling asleep on the couch with my hand propping my head up, then waking up with one of the guys bare asses in my face and someone else’s lit cigarette between my fingers, as well as a bunch of drunk sailors laughing at me, I decided maybe catching a nap might not be such a bad idea.

Becca walked me to the bedroom and pulled the covers down for me. She completely caught me off guard when she said, “Maybe I should stay in here with you tonight.”

I laughed as I sat down on the bed, thinking she was joking, but she bent down and put her hand on the inside of my leg, almost touching my cock which hangs down slightly to the right in my boxer briefs and whispered very seductively in my ear, “I am not joking, Dave.”

I watched her walk out of the room in her short shorts, night shirt, and tube socks, rolling her ass as she walked heal to toe. My mouth was wide open as my cock was growing to its maximum. When she shut the door behind her, I reached down and touched my cock. It was hard as a rock and very sensitive to the touch. However, I was not about to pull it out and start stroking it right here, right now. I pulled my pants and shirt off and left my underwear on in case any of the guys wanted to play another trick on me before they left.

I lay in bed for an hour, wide awake. I could think of nothing else now. I kept replaying that moment in my head and I finally convinced myself she was just messing with me. Maybe she treats all the guys like that just to get a rise and a laugh. It must be some cruel thing she does. I finally went back to sleep for the night. I dreamed about her that night and each dream had a different outcome but like most of my dreams, weird things kept happening to prevent us from having a good fucking.

I woke up the next morning to the noise of Doug getting ready to report to the ship for 24 a hour duty day. He was in the kitchen doing something. I heard him and Becca chatting real low for minute, then I heard the door alarm as he left and heard his motorcycle start and leave. I laid there for just a bit and decided I better get dressed myself and leave.

Just as I was going alsancak escort to get up, the door to the bedroom opened up and Becca walked in. I closed my eyes real quick to act as if I was asleep just to see what she was going to do. She came over and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. I was facing away from her. She reached down and kissed the side of my neck and put her arm around me. She whispered in my ear, again very seductively, “Hey? You want some breakfast or would you rather start off with a blow job?”

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing at that one. I just knew she was joking, but then she pulled the covers off of me, down past my cock. I immediately popped a half tent in my boxer briefs. I rolled over onto my back and asked, “Are you serious?”

She replied, “Stop me when you don’t want me to do any more.”

She started kissing me all over my chest while her hands rubbed my sides. She was wearing a pink silk night gown and I could feel as she slid back onto me left leg that she was wearing no panties. I could already feel her wetness and heat on my leg as she ground her body into it. I met her pressure with my own to give her the pleasure she was looking for. She moaned and closed her eyes. She grabbed my boxer briefs as I pushed my ass up off of the bed so she could remove them.

As she looked at my cock staring her in the face, she commented, “She’s right, you are huge!”

I asked, “What? Who told you that?”

She replied, “Let’s just say girls talk. Ever since I heard about how good you are, I’ve wanted to see for myself.”

I think I know who she was talking about but just left it at that.

She threw my underwear to the floor and grabbed my cock with her right hand, her fingers under the head. She moved her fingers to the top of my cock and took the head into her mouth. I was so hard and I knew I wouldn’t last very long.

She started bobbing her head up and down, taking most of my seven thick inches into her warm, wet mouth. She continued to grind her pussy into my lower leg. I reached up and ran my fingers though her hair. I then said, “I want to eat your pussy. Turn around on me.”

She quickly turned and straddled my face with her sweet pussy. It was bare with just a small triangle of hair above her clit. She had small lips and one of the biggest clits I have ever had the honor of pleasuring.

She engulfed my cock once again and I had to really hold back from meeting her rhythm and ramming my cock deep into her throat, not knowing if she could handle it.

I started pleasuring her by parting her soft, silky, wet lips with my tongue while my arms wrapped around her legs and grabbed her soft inner thighs to give me more room to go deep. I ran my tongue up and down her slit as her pussy dripped sweet juice into my mouth. I tongued her in and out and finally decided it was time to assault her clit. I reached with my tongue and flicked it once. She moaned on my cock and stopped bobbing for a stroke or two. She again started bobbing as I began a combination of flicking, sucking, and nibbling her hard clit. Her clit was huge and it was very sensitive. Every time I put my mouth over her mound and massaged her clit with my tongue, her body shook and ground itself into aliağa escort my mouth.

After a couple of minutes, I was aching for relief but I wanted us to come together. She started bucking more and screamed with my cock in her mouth. She rammed her head down onto my cock and started deep throating me as she released more juices that ran into my mouth and down the side of my face. She was cumming so hard I had to fight with her body to stay attached to her clit and mound. The feeling of that smooth pussy grinding into my face and her deep throating sent me over the edge. I felt myself tighten as I began to shoot load after load into her mouth and throat. I heard her stop breathing as she swallowed my load. She never stopped deep throating until I had shot my last bit. She then slowed her pace on my cock. She could not quite get it all and some leaked out and down my cock onto my balls.

She released my cock and said in a tired voice, “Oh my God. I have never felt it like that. What did you do?”

I replied, “I listened to your body language and gave you what you wanted.”

She said, “Wow, did you ever.”

With that, she got up off of me and moved her face to mine. She said, “I wanna taste my pussy.”

I said, “Okay.” She leaned in and we started kissing passionately. I whispered, “Do you like it?”

She replied, “Yes. I want to taste another woman. I wish you had a girlfriend here so I could eat her pussy like you ate mine.”

“We need to do a threesome some time, “I said.

“Yes, maybe the next time Doug’s on duty, “she asked?

“Wow, we’ll see, “I replied. Hopefully she is a gorgeous as you.”

“You’re so sweet, “Becca said with a smile.

We kissed some more and I started to get hard again. I reached down and started fingering her pussy. She responded by opening her legs and getting repositioned on the bed. I took one of her firm breasts into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the nipple while I pushed my middle finger into her deeply realizing she was pretty tight, but not like a virgin, just comfortably tight on my finger. I then pulled it out and ran it over her clit, making small swirls around her sensitive button. She began to get into the rhythm as I continued to pleasure her. She reached out with one of her hands and started stroking my cock. It was already fully hard and was enjoying being stroked by her small, soft hands.

My hand was soaking with her juices so I reached up and fed her my middle finger. She sucked her juice off of it and moaned. I stuck it back down into her pussy and fingered her with frequent moves out to her clit for extra stimulation. She started to tighten up on my finger so I pulled it out and massaged her clit until her body bucked and she screamed in pleasure. She finally said in an almost demonic, demanding voice, “Fuck me now!”

I positioned myself between her legs and pushed the head of my cock to her folds. She was extremely wet from the orgasms she had had so I pushed the tip in. She moved so that her pussy swallowed the head of my cock.

“Oh, yes, “she said seductively. Give it to me.”

I worked in inch by inch until she had the entire seven inches inside her. My head and shaft felt huge again and she almost immediately tire escort started coming again. She dug her nails into my back as I fucked her deeply, my lower body slapping against hers making a smacking sound. I could also hear the juices as I continued to fuck her deep and steady. I knew I would last a while so every time she came, I fucked her even harder.

After 15 minutes of this, and about five orgasms for her, she reached down and put her hand on my lower abdomen and said, “It feels so good, but I am getting sore as fuck.”

I thought maybe asking her to go doggy style for a minute and maybe I would blow but she surprised me by saying, “You wanna try my ass?”

I responded, “Sure! I’ve never done that before!”

She said, “No way! Let me be the first then!”

I pulled out and she got up and said, “I’ll be right back.”

She came back to the room with some lube that smelled like a porn store and said, “This stuff is like magic.”

She instructed me to get off of the bed and hol dher legs up. She lay down on the edge of the bed on her back. I held her legs in the air as she squirted a bunch of lube on her hand and then rubbed it all around her little hole. She fingered her hole with lube, then said, “Give me your cock.”

She smeared a bunch of the lube onto my cock and then wiped her hand on the sheets. She said, “Take it slow at first. I’ve never had a cock so big in my ass.”

I eased up to her hole, guided, and pushed a little. It did not go in until I pushed more. I felt the tight little ring snap onto my shaft once I worked the head in. She closed her eyes and reached down to rub her clit. I put my hands on the bed by her hips and pushed a little more. I could feel the tight ring slide down my shaft little by little. It felt different, and it felt good. I gave her about half of the shaft and stroked in and out real slow. She was enjoying rubbing her clit and instructed, “Go faster now. And a little deeper.”

I took the command and my cock felt like it was going to bust out of its own skin it was so hard. I moved more and more into her until I was buried all the way. She continued to rub herself and started to cum again. She said, “Faster, please. I can feel it. It’s so big!”

I increased my pace and was getting very close to cumming. My cock started the funny little itch to release and I said, “I going to cum in your ass.”

She said, “Yes. Fucking cum in my ass.”

She was in the middle of another orgasm when I unloaded into her ass. I felt like my cock was the biggest it had ever been. I pushed and pushed deeper and actually moved the mattress on the box springs I was fucking her so hard. She let out a scream of pleasure as I filled her with my cum. when I finished, my legs were shaking. I slowed my pace and finally stopped buried deep in her ass. She came down off of her orgasm and her body jerked a few times. I left marks from where I dug my hands into her hips when I was pulling her body to meet mine.

Becca said, “Oh my God. That was amazing. I think we better get cleaned up and get some breakfast though.

I responded with, “Yes, you’re right. I think we should probably shower together to conserve water though,” I said with a smile.

She smiled and said, “Sounds good.”

She walked me to the master bedroom and we took a nice long, hot shower together. I swear, I could have fucked her again right there in the shower but I knew we’d probably hook up again.

As for Doug, serves him right in my opinion. If he is cheating on this woman, he has some serious issues. She is a great lover and a great person.

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Cat and her boyfriend Billy had been together for quite some time. Cat’s real name was Cassandra but she always went by Cat to keep her name simple and short. Billy was a shorter man, only reaching the height of 5’8, while Cat weighed in at 5’6. They were a cute couple, inseparable and always arm in arm or hand in hand. They could finish each other’s sentences and nearly read each other’s minds.

They were a young couple that was very much in love. Both in there early 20’s, marriage had been a thought but they had pushed it out of mind for the moment, saying that they wanted to give it just a little more time. Billy absolutely adored Cat, he called her at work just to say I love you and he sent flowers to her desk so that all her co-workers would be jealous and all so his baby would be in a good mood and be ready to make him happy when she came home. Happy would be quite an understatement as to what she made him. You see, Cat was a very beautiful girl, just as Billy was a very handsome man.

In Cat’s mind the only thing that was sweeter then sugar was the taste of Billy’s cum as she gulped it down after a violently rough orgasm. Cat was a nympho but she was fiercely loyal to Billy and therefore she only wanted him and she got him almost whenever she wanted. They had done some very risqué things in their time. Once while Billy was driving Cat had extracted his 7 inch cock and had at first stroked it slowly as Billy tried to keep the car on the road, then eventually she took it deep into her throat allowing him to shoot his load hard straight to her belly.

Billy had then pulled the car over and demanded that she strip and this is where we will pick up on the hot to trot couple. Billy veered into a vacant gravel lot some distance off the highway. He looked around noticing that there were no houses nearby and his fears of being discovered by some angry farmer or landowner were quickly quelled. He then suggested they move to the backseat where konak escort there would be more room for them. They did so; Cat unbuttoning the button down she had stolen from Billy’s closet earlier in the day as he shed his t-shirt. The sight of Billy’s bare chest with the coarse black hair on it that she could run her fingers through gently was enough to quicken the intake of her breath. The same could be said for Billy as got his first glimpse of the skimpy black bra Cat wore that struggled to contain her 36 D breasts.

He groaned feeling a familiar ache in his groin and Cat licked her lips in anticipation as she slid her skirt off her hips revealing a matching pair of black lacy underwear. Black being Billy’s favorite color he smiled and drew Cat to him taking her lips and pressing his against them gently yet passionately as he unbuttoned his jeans and began to slide them off, revealing the fact that his dick was now very anxious to be set free.

As if on cue, Cat slid her hand to the tower of manflesh stroking it while it remained enclosed inside his boxers. Billy feeling the tantalizing touch of his beautiful girlfriend on him began to pant as he quickly unhooked her bra, pulling it away with his hands to reveal her milky white complexioned breasts that had almost ruby red contrastingly colored nipples. He quickly bent his head to suck the first one into his mouth as Cat clawed pleadingly at his back as he bit into the tip causing her to squeal in delight.

She scratched at his back again as he began to suck like it was the last chance he was ever going to get with her bounteous bosom. His sucking mouth on her tit was driving Cat quickly out of her mind and she knew the fire between her legs would have to be extinguished and soon. She skillfully slid her panties down off her hips tossing them aside as she splayed her legs open for Billy to see her dripping pussy. Letting go of her nipple he switched to güzelbahçe escort her other one as he rubbed her thighs gently with some vigor taking pleasure in the sounds of her moaning for him to fuck her. She then reached around him sliding his boxers off as she stroked his dick quickly; bringing it to it’s full state of hardness.

She began pulling on it gently trying to make him move so that she could slide herself onto it. He got the message, moving his hips slowly toward her as she moved her legs around him. Seizing the opportunity she pushed him away from her breast and made him lie on his back as she mounted him sliding all the way down his now vertical dick. She placed her hands on his chest giving out a heavy sigh as inch by inch he filled her tight cunt. She smiled down at him giving her hips a little flip and he moaned feeling his dick move slightly while inside her. She began to slide up now quickly forcing herself back down once she reached the top of him. Billy closed his eyes, seeing stars from where she had just made his dick re-enter her pussy with such a hard stroke. He moaned softly and Cat just smiled sliding nearly all the way off of him before taking all of his manhood back into her fiery furnace again.

He gasped telling her that if she continued to give him such hard strokes he was going to cum before he did her much good, she just smiled back and told him that she would just have to suck him then to make him regain his hardness. He smiled up at her as his hands went to cup her breasts as he squeezed them gently, massaging them his index and thumbs coming up to rub at her nipples as he massaged them. Cat began lengthening her strokes taking him fully at the end of every one and quickly Billy could hold back no longer as he started to shoot into her hard, timing it just right as Cat shot off into an orgasm of her own. The two of them lay as still as possible trying to gaziemir escort let the tremors wear off some before they started again.

Cat laid down on Billy’s chest as she kissed his chin gently smiling at him telling him how much she loved the feel of him and how she wished he could just stay in her. Billy had other ideas though, lifting Cat off of him as he then took his semi-hard dick in his hands pointing it at her lips as if to taunt her. Cat was more then happy to take him into her mouth though, as she began sucking gently. She massaged his balls helping him to moan and Billy had trouble getting her to release him before he had another blast off but he got her to lay on her tummy as he rubbed his dick all over the cheeks of her ass, savoring the feel of her delicate skin. She quickly rose to her knees, stretching out on all fours as Billy smiled moving his hips so that he was now lined up with her once again dripping pussy.

He placed his hands on her shoulders shoving his hips forward brutally burying his length into her as she moaned hard and loud but that didn’t deter him from continuing his onslaught. He took five more straight strokes deep into her before giving her a second to rest as he moved his hands down massaging her breasts gently rubbing over her nipples again.

Once again he started the fire in her and before long she was bucking her hips back at him, Billy allowed her to, watching her ass move back and forth then suddenly he leveled her right buttock with a hard slap as she stopped moving immediately almost crying out from the pain of the smack. He then took another thrust into her that was twice as hard as Cat lay forward holding her ass up to him for his taking. Billy smiled at her, realizing that he had her now where he wanted her, on her hands and knees begging for him to fuck her.

He now quickened his pace and the strength of his thrusts as he felt himself begin to cum he felt her pussy squeezing down on him tightly. Billy moaned as his seed shot into her and then slowly after he was finished he slid out of her, laying on the wide seat next to Cat as he took her into his arms.

He told her one last thing before they drifted off to sleep, he said “Remember that you are mine and nobody else’s or next time I’ll be twice as rough.”

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Another new storyline…and parts of this one actually happened! I won’t say which parts, and I admit they are a small part of the story, but hey, I was there!

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I first met Monica in my senior year of high school. She made quite an impression. I know, because I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was walking down the hallway with a gaggle of my cronies, talking about every eighteen year old male’s favourite subject…girls…when she stepped out of a classroom in front of us, going the same way we were.

“Jesus! Will you look at the ass on her?” my friend Craig gasped. I didn’t need him to point her out to me, as I saw the bum in question immediately. She truly looked like she was poured into her jeans. The word ‘tight’ doesn’t do it justice. The jeans fit her perfectly formed ass like a denim second skin, accentuating every curve. She had undoubtedly the most attention-grabbing rump in the school, the perfect balance between youthful resilience and womanly maturity. It flowed up into a taut, narrow waist, and down into a pair of legs that were long, lean and moving quite gracefully. Her hair was a dirty blonde colour, pretty straight, but with a gentle wave to it, and hung down her back to nearly halfway.

“What’s her name?” I asked, trying to maintain my reputation as the cool one of our group. We weren’t a cool group, trending more toward the geek end of the high school social spectrum, but I was the level headed one.

“Monica,” Alan said. He was the drooler of the gang, and was staring at her ass as it wiggled along ahead of us. “Don’t know her last name.”

“Pud-something,” Mark laughed. “I think her family is Polish. If you like the rear view, you should see the front. She’s in my History class.”

“Really?” I asked. “I’d like to see that.” I was referring to the ‘front view’, not the History class.

We reached the end of the hallway. My locker, and most of my buddies’ as well, were to the right, but Monica went left, turning up the stairs. I followed, despite the fact that we were headed to lunch. It was worth missing a few minutes of free time to get a look at this beauty. One other student was between her and I, but that just put her ass at a more convenient viewing height while climbing the stairs, and the view was remarkable. Even better, there was a landing midway up, where the stairs turned 180 degrees to continue. Mark says the front is as good as the back. We’ll see, I thought. She reached the landing, and turned.

Mark, buddy, I’ll never doubt your opinion again.

How do you say ‘wow’ in Polish? She was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous, with huge blue eyes, and a truly beautiful face. My first impression was that she looked a little like Paulina Porizkova, the former Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. I was so taken with those eyes that I almost missed her chest, which was obscured by her armload of books, but looked quite ample.

I followed her all the way to her locker, which turned out to be in the upper hallway, above my own. I’d like to say that I stopped and talked to her, but I wasn’t that cool and confident. No, I just walked on by, checking her out for as long as possible.

That pretty much summed up my involvement with her. Call it silently lusting from afar. Well, that was it, until the beach party. Then things changed.

It was a typical high school get together. A diverse selection of cliques. More like several concurrent parties happening in close proximity to one another…until the football came out. A game of catch that just kept growing until it became a too big, two teams were picked, and it was on. It was a mix of guys and girls, and despite that, the girls wanted to play tackle. None of the guys were going to argue, because you tackle with your hands, so it meant getting to touch.

Most of the game was uneventful. The tackling was gentle, and the licensed groping was kept to a minimum. I was perhaps a little too into the score of the game, so when Monica (you remember her, right?) caught the kickoff and ran forward, I moved in to stop her. A scrum of bodies appeared in my path, and I weaved through them, diving to the right to tackle her.

I swear, as God is my witness, I didn’t intend what happened. I was just trying to get a hand on her…not get a hand on her, um, boobs. Quite the way to introduce yourself, but not recommended. Anyway, I brought her down, with a handful of her sweatshirt and her left breast. Since I landed on top of her, and my hand was trapped under us, all she had to do is follow the arm, from my still full hand, up to my face, and the culprit was identified.

She çeşme escort glared at me, those beautiful blue eyes full of anger, while I tried to extricate my hand.

“Sorry,” was the extent of the conversation, as I apologized and stepped away. What was I supposed to say… “Hi, I’m Dave. Those are really nice tits. What are you doing Saturday night?”

The game broke up, and the party soon after. I felt awful, pardon to pun.

***

Nearly two years passed. I completely forgot about Monica, her perfect ass, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and soft, luscious breasts. See? Hardly remember anything about her, at all.

I got invited to a party, more of a backyard barbecue / potluck. I only knew the person that invited me, but maybe I’d find someone interesting there to talk to.

I arrived at the address I was given, parking on the street. My contribution to the meal was an extra large pizza with nearly everything on it, demonstrating my distinct lack of cooking skills. I walked up to the front door, and rang the bell.

There was a name plate next to the door. P-U-D-Z-I-A-N-O-W-S-K-I. I was mentally trying to get my tongue around that when the door opened. A rather attractive older woman stood there, looking strangely familiar. Something about her eyes…but before I could figure it out, she just waved me in.

“Hi,” she smiled, “I’m Karlyn. Everybody’s out back.”

“I’m Dave,” I said, offering my hand, which she took graciously. “May I ask…how is your last name pronounced?”

“Just the way it’s spelled,” she laughed. Obviously not the first time she’d had the question, she continued, “the easiest way is POOJ-YAN-OWSKI.”

“Poojyankowski,” I repeated, incorrectly, despite her succinct example.

“Not ‘kowski’, she said,”… ‘nowski’. Pooj-yan-owski. Look, just call me Karly…it’s easier.”

I walked into the kitchen, placed the pizza box on the countertop, and turned to go out to the backyard.

“You! What the hell are you doing here?” the voice said, and I looked up, startled. There was a tall, beautiful blonde standing a few feet away, shooting daggers from her incredible blue eyes.

“Monica?” I asked, stunned.

Shit!

***

I should have just left, saving myself from the embarrassment of having her tell everyone about the reason why she hated me. That would have been the smart thing to do, but that’s about when my friend, the one that invited me to this little gathering, saw me, and dragged me outside. He introduced me around to some of his new acquaintances, almost distracting me enough to forget about Monica.

I say ‘almost’, because every time I happened to cross paths with her, she gave me that look again, reminding me that me first meeting with her, almost two years ago, hadn’t ended well. It also reminded me how wonderfully soft and sexy her breast had felt in my hand, the reason for the nasty looks.

When the dinner bell rang, the entire herd thundered inside to load up their plates with food, then filtered back out to eat. When I came out, I noticed that Monica was sitting by herself, off to the side. My presence had sullied her mood, and she was trying not to let that fact ruin the fun for everyone. I had to say something. She had her head down, and didn’t see me approach.

“Monica?” I asked quietly. She looked up, and her eyes flared again.

“What do you want?” she spat.

“May I sit down? I want to apologize…again, for what happened, and for ruining your fun today.” I spoke softly, begging forgiveness, but two years builds up a lot of scar tissue.

“I don’t care,” she grumbled, “Go ahead and sit. It’s a free country…just stay over there, and don’t touch me.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking a seat out of touching range. “Who are you here with?” I thought small talk might help loosen her up. Think again.

“It’s my fucking house, and my fucking party!” she growled.

Oh shit…that really means I need to fix this, or I’ll forever be the guy that felt her up, then ruined her party. Not that I had higher aspirations than ‘tolerated acquaintance’, I just didn’t like being the ‘hated vermin’.

“Monica,” I said, putting my plate aside and turning to face her. I was still no Lothario, but I had learned that if you want a woman to take your words seriously, you give her your undivided attention. “I owe you a huge apology. There’s no excuse for what happened on the beach that day. All I can say is that it was an accident, and I’m very, very sorry. I hope it didn’t cause you any embarrassment. I don’t expect you to forget, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I would be grateful.” There was a long silence, while she contemplated her response.

“Why do you care if I hate your guts?” she asked, with less venom. “We’re not friends, and we never were.”

“True,” I replied, “but no one likes to be despised, especially by a beautiful woman.” Another thing I had learned…compliments, üçyol escort as long as they’re genuine, are never wasted. Her eyes softened slightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Apology accepted…but you stay over there anyway!” She looked back at me, and I saw something I never thought I would from her ; a smile. Just a little one, but there it was, replacing the loathing that had been previously evident. “I guess it’s partly my fault. I mean, all us girls knew what being ‘tackled’ meant. It’s not like we should have been surprised that we had hands on us, and you weren’t the only one who made that kind of contact. You were just the only one who grabbed my boob.” She slid a little closer, breaking the ‘no touch zone’. A symbolic gesture, perhaps?

“Thank you for apologizing. You didn’t have to…it’s not like I was publicly demanding it…and that says a lot about you. I misjudged you.” She smiled again.

“Well, it’s understandable,” I laughed. “Most people introduce themselves with a handshake, not a…handful. Feel free to touch me in an inappropriate place, if you feel it will balance things.”

Okay, that last bit was a bit much, but I was joking. A little. It worked. She laughed, and a full fledged smile broke out on her face. What a smile it was, too, so bright, free and sexy. I noticed her lips. Previously, they had been tight, pursed in anger, but now they relaxed, pouting slightly, plump and delicious looking, the classic ‘Cupid’s bow’ shape to them. I wondered how soft they were, and how it might feel to kiss them. She was, after all, so very beautiful.

“I think I’ll let you off the hook,” she giggled, “only because you’d probably enjoy it!”

“Rats!” I laughed, snapping my fingers. “My strategy has been discovered!” I picked up my plate, and we ate in silence for a few seconds.

She was close enough that I could smell her perfume. I saw her tongue flick out across her lips, retrieving stray crumbs. I stole a few glances at her boobs, cradled softly in a lacy white bra that showed through her v-neck t-shirt of the same colour, displaying a teasing inch of cleavage. They looked as soft as they felt, I recalled, matching the view with the indelibly preserved memory of her breast filling my hand.

Don’t stare, jackass! I thought. You just got out of the doghouse, so behave!

“Um, so let me see if I can get this right,” I said, breaking the vacuum. “Pooj-yan-owski?”

“Yes!” she gasped, raising her hand for a high five. “Did you hurt your tongue?” The look in her eyes was warm. I laughed, and shook my head.

I do hope you’re asking that for a reason, I thought.

***

It was about an hour later that Monica appeared at the back door, tossing a football up in the air. She was wearing an oversized football jersey, with a number ’12’ on it. She caught my eye, and smiled.

“Okay,” she called out, “I’m one captain, and my Mom is the other one.” Karly walked out behind her, wearing her own jersey, number ’44’. She did a little pirouette, and took a bow. I couldn’t help thinking that she was pretty hot, an older version of her daughter, and that she wasn’t showing the mileage. I also thought that ’44’ might be appropriate advertising for her measurements, as she appeared pretty top heavy, also like her daughter, but bigger.

The schoolyard pick began, and I was surprised when Monica took me first. I joined her, and she giggled.

“Sorry,” she whispered in my ear while her Mother was picking her first player, “but I figured the best way to protect myself was to make sure we were on the same team.” She smiled, and winked. I liked her sense of humour. Being her friend was already much better than being her enemy.

A few minutes later, there were two teams of six ready to play, and the rest of the party taking places as an audience. Each team had three women, including the captains, and three guys. The yard was perfect for this sort of thing ; big, flat, smooth and open. As the teams wandered to opposite ends of the ‘field’, I asked Karly about the rules.

“Two hand touch?” I suggested. She looked at me incredulously.

“What? Are you some kind of wimp?” she laughed, getting her jab in. “Afraid you’ll get hurt by the girls? No touch…tackle!”

I looked at Monica, who was spinning the ball in her hands, and she grinned, and shrugged.

“Two brothers,” she said, by way of explanation.

Okay, tackle it is, I thought. Keep your hands low.

The opening kickoff, or toss, came to me, and I started to return it, only to come face to face with Karly, who was charging at me. There was going to be an obvious distraction factor every time I saw her, as her big boobs bounced under the jersey. My eyes flitted down to those big globes, providing the hesitation she needed, and I found myself ploughed under by her tackle. She had good form…the tackle, I mean. Her own form was much better than merely good.

I felt her breasts pressing manisa escort softly into the back of my thighs as she laid atop me for a few seconds. She patted my ass as she got up, and I glanced at her, surprised. She winked.

Monica handed me the ball.

“You’re the quarterback. I’m going across the middle shallow. Hit me.”

Now I understood why she had wanted to play that day on the beach. This was a football family, from Mom on down. The competitive attitude, the terminology… the jerseys. She even knew how to throw properly, flicking her wrist as she released it. About the only thing she did like a girl was fill her bra.

She ran her pattern crisply, and I connected with her. Karly moved across to make the stop, but Monica put a nice spin move on her Mother and scooted free, running like a gazelle, her hair flying, all the way to the end zone. She spiked to ball and jumped in glee, showing off her own distractive bounce factor. A couple of cup sizes smaller than her Mother, she still had to be at least a D. I was going to be trying to run up the score, if for no other reason than to watch her celebrate.

“Nice pass,” she laughed, returning my high five. She was glowing, happy to be playing. “Keep it up, and I’ll do more than forgive you!”

What? Can you repeat that? I think the sun was in my ears. Be still my heart!

The toss went to one of the other ladies, who ran it back until someone got close, then just turned into a turtle, dropping to the ground in submission. On their first play from scrimmage, Karly caught a little pass from their quarterback, and took off. She sure didn’t run like a girl, let alone a 40 something Mom, and I cut her off with a burst of speed.

Hands low, I reminded myself, as she neared. I ducked down under her straight arm, and got a grip around her waist, with a handful…of the hem of her jersey, nothing more. She tried to spin away, and my arm slid down, from her waist to her thigh. It was smooth, and warm. She almost escaped, but I still had her by the jersey, stretching it down. I held her long enough for Monica to show up and finish her off.

Now I was laying on the back of Karly’s legs, Her firm, round ass, covered by tight yoga shorts, was mere inches from my face.

“Nice move, but not today,” I laughed, patting her rump in response to her earlier one. She just laughed.

It didn’t take them long to score, at least partially because my previous tackle had caused Karly’s jersey to reveal a bit more of her chest than it had before. Now she was a huge distraction…emphasis on the ‘huge’ part, as her tits nearly bounced out of her jogging bra /yoga top, and the gaping neckline of the stretched shirt let those dancing globes show off their moves.

So it went, tit for tat, as it were. We score…Monica celebrates, getting closer to hugging me each time. Then, they score, because Karly knew her body was getting to me, and she was using that fact to her advantage. It seemed as though no one else even tried to tackle her, leaving me to deal with her, and her shirt was slowly turning into a dress.

Well, there was nothing else to grab. Let me rephrase…there was nothing else I should grab, but plenty I wanted to. Everything she was wearing, except the shirt, was skin tight, and either underwear or virtually so. She didn’t seem to mind the physical contact, anyway, and I didn’t mind getting to grab her, although my stiffening cock was starting to make running more difficult.

On one play, when she tackled me, I was sure I felt a hand on my crotch. Just for a second, a brief exploration of the bulge that was taking over…but I swear I felt it. When we unpiled, she had a mischievous little grin on her face, but avoided making eye contact.

We scored again, and this time, Monica’s celebratory routine included a hug for me. All was truly forgiven, now, and I hugged her back, getting to feel the fullness of her breasts against me.

“If we win, I’ll let you kiss me,” she whispered into my ear. Just what I needed. Incentive.

I wondered what had caused this competitive attitude between her and her Mother, but decided to leave sleeping dogs asleep.

Karly came charging out of the end zone with the kickoff, determined to make our lead short lived. I settled in front of her, ready to shift either way when she made her move to go around. She was coming fast, and it never occurred to me that her strategy might be more direct. She just ran over me, literally, and I wrapped my arms around her, as much to save myself as stop her. She stumbled over my feet, and we went down.

You sometimes forget that football is played with a helmet on for a reason, and that the helmet has a face mask. Think of the old time players with their leather helmets, and unprotected faces. They must have gotten unwanted face fulls of assorted body parts all the time.

As Karly and I fell, I got to experience that, first hand. I doubt any of the players of old had such an enjoyably soft body land on them, but I did. Her big rack hit me right in the chops, and she fell flat, mashing my face into those delicious, pillowy boobs. I was pinned between the ground and her breasts, my face buried in her cleavage. As if that wasn’t enough, I think one of my hands was on her ass.

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Her phone buzzed on the table next to her computer. Jennifer picked it up and looked at the notifications on the home screen. She touched the hyper link and a picture appeared. The subject matter surprised her. On her phone was shot of an enormous penis, with a bulbous circumcised head. Hanging below were two very large testes in a large sack. She thought that it was animal but figured out it was human.

She was going to delete the message and move on. But a combination of shock and intrigue drove her to reply, “Do I know you? How did you get my number?”

The reply was quick and short “No but I would like to know you. Send me a photo of your pussy?”

Jennifer waited but another message came “I showed you mine. Show me yours!!”

Her door was locked and there were other people in the hall so she felt safe. She stripped off her jeans and panties and opened her legs. She reached for the comb on the counter and combed the wavy curls of her blond pussy hair. She opened her legs farther exposing her vulva and picked up the phone and snapped a photo of her pussy.

She sent back a reply and included the photo. She waited for what seemed like forever but she felt the phone vibrate and play the little tune indicating that she had a text.

“Wow your beautiful, I love the fact that you’re not shaved. Your lips are so luscious’; I creamed the moment that I got your photo.”

Jennifer got bolder and figured that it would scare him off. “Text me a video of you jacking off to a full orgasm.”

There was no immediate response. She was speculating who this guy was she must know him or at least I’m in class with him. But with just a photo of his crotch it would be hard to ID the secret admirer. It seemed like it was thirty minutes before her phone buzzed.

This time the messaged was from a girl friend, “What was the homework assignment for Evidence I couldn’t make class today?”

Jennifer texted the law class assignment to her friend. She waited for the next text from the secret admirer. She studied the first picture that he sent and she began to wet her pussy. I really need to meet this person and I hope that he is not a jerk because I want to sample his equipment “This is a hell of a way to meet me,” she said to herself.

Finally her phone buzzed and there was a link to a video. She touched the link and there was the cock being manipulated by the owner’s right hand. Jennifer could tell that he was fully aroused and his penis was hard as a rock. She tried to raise the volume but the movie was silent. Suddenly the man’s hand began to really work his cock and it exploded with three spurts of cum on his tummy. The movie ended.

“That’s fantastic,” Jennifer texted back.

“Glad you enjoyed that as much as I did. I had your pussy as my motivation; I have to go, I will text you tomorrow. It is your turn!”

Jennifer lay back on her bed and brought up the photo of the man’s crotch. She first inserted one finger and frigged her pussy but then shoved three fingers until she climaxed.

The Next Evening around 9:00

The phone buzzed, “Where is my movie I want to see you wet the sheets.”

Jennifer was afraid that that request would come. She stood up and pulled her t-shirt off exposing her naked breasts. She positioned the camera so that it shot only her tits. She sent the photo. “That will have to tide you over for a while.”

The response was rapid “Nice, but I still want my movie, get frigging.”

Jennifer thought about telling him to fuck off but she remembered the first photo and was desirous of having that cock in her pussy. Jennifer got on her bed and moved the reading lamp so that it illuminated her crotch. She positioned the camera so it had a good angle on her hand and pussy. She hit record button and inserted first one finger and then two fingers and then three fingers and moved her hand in and out of her vagina. The feeling was sublime. Soon her pleasure center went off and her hand was covered by female spend. She hit the stop button and reviewed the video. She came again just watching. The video did not include any shot of her face.

She composed a message and sent the video off to her admirer.

His reply came quickly; “I creamed in my pants with out touching anything. You rock girl. “

Another text came.

“Sit outside the library wearing a low cut t-shirt no bra tomorrow at noon, and I will walk by. I may not stop but I want to see the whole you. We will text tomorrow.”

Who is this clown ordering me to sit at the library, and He will walk by.

There was a knock on the door, “Jen its Cat can I come in?”

She got up and locked her phone and walked to the door. Standing there in the entrance was a tall woman with nice breasts. The woman was a few balçova escort years younger that Jennifer. She was wearing a nightgown. Her arms encircled Jennifer and they kissed. Jennifer brought her in the room and closed and locked the door. She pulled the nightgown off of her friend and they kissed again. Cat found the top button on Jen’s jeans and pealed them off She dropped Jen’s panties and sat on the bed and began to eat her friends pussy.

Jennifer pushed her friend on the bed an joined her there and the two women kissed. Jennifer got up and finished undressing and went over to a drawer and pulled a silicon cock and a bottle of lube. “Do you want it first darling?”

Cat nodded and Jennifer slathered the lube all over the fake penis. She waved the artificial organ in Cat’s eyes, and kissed her. She played with her friend’s vulva before inserting it into her friend’s pussy. Jennifer kissed the woman as she moved the dildo in and out of Cat’s twat. “Get yours Jen,” said Cat. Jennifer left the dildo in place and got another multicolored fake cock she handed the lube and the rubber cock to her friend and watched as Cat applied the lube. She kissed Jennifer’s pussy and thrust the dildo into Jen’ twat. Cat moved the dildo around exciting her friend.

The two women embraced with the fake organs in their vaginas. Jen got up on all fours and Cat moved the dildo in and out of her pussy until Jen climaxed. Cat laid back and Jen fucked her friend with the fake cock.

“That felt great I needed the practice, I’m meeting Mark in an hour and I want to be ready for him,” said Cat as she put her nightgown on. Cat took both rubber cocks and went across the hall and rinsed them and brought them back to Jennifer. “You’re such a good friend,” said Cat as she walked out of the room. Jennifer killed the lights and went to bed. “If I am such a good friend then why do you run to Mark all the time,” said Jennifer to herself. She hated being used, and she was beginning to resent mystery man for pulling her strings.

The next morning she was looking in her closet and found a tight tank top with lots of cleavage. She thought about blowing him off but decided to see what happens. She put a sweater on and went to the first of her two classes. After the 11:00 class she went to the railing of the library plaza and sat in the sun. She pulled off the sweater and started to read the student newspaper. She was constantly taking furtive looks to see if she could spot the secrete admirer.

Even though she was in a sexy shirt old habits about grooming were still with her. Her medium length hair was tied in a tight bun, and she did not have any jewelry. She saw several candidates as a few stud-muffins walked by. One or two had sorority girls hanging on. There was a very large football player that walked by and entered the library. Bob from her class walked up and asked her a question about the material. They chatted and Jennifer caught a few looks at his crotch but she didn’t think that he had the equipment, or the cohunes to pull off the sexting. It was 14:00 and she decided that she had had enough of the game and went back to her dorm.

Jennifer finished dinner and walked back to her room. She had a night of reading a dry text on the constitution. What fun. Precisely at 9:00 another picture arrived on her phone this time it was of her and Bob. “Who is that guy and why are you hanging out with a smuck like him?”

“His name is Bob and I don’t know what kind of a smuck he has because he hasn’t texted me a picture of it; unlike you,” she replied.

The reply was swift; “You are a funny lady, for a former Army officer, and law student. I’ll bet that you have three years in the JAG corps after you get your degree.”

His reply sent a chill down her spine this guy knew her history.

There was another message. “I figured that you had two years as an officer and then took a chance on Law School but since Uncle Sam is paying, you will owe him some time. Did I come Close?”

“Do you want to meet me!?” texted Jennifer.

“Yes Lt. J Connolly, I do. I just hope that I am not the defendant and you are prosecuting. What are you wearing right now?”

“The same clothes I had on this afternoon.”

“Good we can get down to business without a lot of preliminaries. Are you up for an adventure?”

Throwing all caution to the wind she texted “Yes.”

“Great I will meet you in the lobby,” was the response.

Jennifer’s heart rate started to accelerate as she pulled on her western boots. She closed the computer and killed the lights. She walked to the center of the hall and went down the steps. She was standing in the lobby that was deserted. She thought about going back upstairs thinking that this was another of his jokes. A man came up behind her and touched her ear. She jumped and turned around ready to defend herself. She recognized him almost immediately as a guy that served in the same regiment as her. She reared back and tried to smack him in the face but he put up his arm in defense.

“Chill Lieutenant, you could be charged with striking a superior officer,” said the man.

“Last time I checked you were not superior to me, remember I saw your fitness reports,” said Jennifer laughing.

“Touché Lieutenant, Do you want to get something to eat?”

“That depends on where you are taking me after we eat Captain John Roberts, or has that changed?”

“For some reason they saw fit to make me a Major and place me in charge of the College’s ROTC program. I am sweating bullets that you are not going to turn me in for my little pranks,” said Roberts.

“Your secret is safe with me as I was a willing participant,” said Jennifer.

“Follow me Lieutenant,” said Roberts as he walked toward the door of the dorm.

“Your not the only one who was promoted, its Captain Connolly sir.”

They walked across an open square and Roberts directed Jennifer toward a side door of the Dorm that the ROTC cadets used. “This is my apartment for the next few years.”

Jennifer leaned over and kissed Roberts and her hand slipped down to his belt and unhooked the belt and unfastened the top button of his pants. “Yep that’s the right cock,” said Jennifer.

Wait we haven’t had dinner yet!” said Roberts.

“I ate in the cafeteria I want desert,” said Jennifer as she found a seat and brought his cock to her mouth. The Major’s breathing quicken and Jennifer took his tool out of her mouth and played with the tip at times kissing it other times manipulating the head with her fingers. The head took on pre-cum sheen as she continued to work on his shaft. She finished getting him out of his pants and she pulled the shirt over his head.

She stood and pulled her shirt over her head exposing her breasts and she let him undo the top button on her pants and they dropped to the floor. He hooked his thumbs through the legs of her panties and he quickly had them on the floor. She reached down and pulled her boots off.

“Is there some bed where we can get comfortable before we get uncomfortable?” asked Jennifer.

The Major directed her to one of two bedrooms. She stretched out on the bed; Roberts got next to her and they kissed. Her hands went to his cock and she allowed him to crawl on top as she directed his cock into her pussy. The major took his time penetrating Jennifer’s cunt. She felt the shaft move in slowly and her vagina expanded to fit the Major. When he was fully lodged in her pussy he paused and kissed her. The major moved his hands to her breasts and massaged the hardening nipples. Jennifer began to move and her pussy started to contact around the major’s cock.

Roberts then started slow fucking her with deliberate strokes. They both built into wild strokes until he stiffened and shot a load of cum into her pussy.

” Sorry I should have made it last a little longer,” said the Major.

“It was great don’t worry.” She paused and kissed him. “The last time I saw you was just after we returned from the Kandahar deployment. My orders were waiting, and my entrance to law school came through and I left. I thought you would be married and have a kid by now,” said Jennifer.

The Major kissed Jennifer and continued to play with her breasts. He finally fell out of her, and moved down and began to eat her pussy. Jennifer moved her legs over his shoulders pinning him in position. “I thought you were hooked up with some general’s daughter. What happened with that?” asked Jennifer.

Roberts moved up and kissed Jennifer; “It was only one or two dates, daddy wasn’t interested in his daughter dating a junior officer with little prospects. What about you, are you seeing anyone seriously?”

“Besides you! I have a few friends but most of the time we are studying. When was the last time we saw each other,” said Catherine.

“I could never work up the courage to ask you for a date when we were serving together. I had other girlfriends after the general’s daughter, but they never panned out. We had another deployment after you left and relations were put on the back burner. The deployment was canceled and the ROTC Billet came up; it was an accident that I was assigned here,”

Roberts slid down and began to eat her pussy again. It was the first time that he was with a woman that had pubic hair. He admired her muff as he was licking her pussy. He moved to allow her to suck his cock. She took his cock and engulfed it in the warm feeling of her tongue and mouth. She indicated that she was ready for another session of having his cock in her pussy.

“It has been a long time since I had a real cock in my pussy you feel great Major.”

They held on to each other and kissed.

“I saw you walking on campus while I was running with the cadets and tracked you down. I went though hoops to get your number. Then I lost my marbles and did that texting prank. I walked by today just to confirm that it was you. I got jealous of the guy you were talking to. I had to see you,” said Roberts.

The major slipped down and opened her legs and placed his lips on her vagina. He stuck his tongue in the opening and moved it up and down. “You suck like my bi-sexual girlfriend,” said Jennifer. John raised his head and looked at her. “We are two sexually active women, she has a boyfriend and I have needs. My nose is buried in a law book most of the time and she releases my tension. Spin around and let me have a go at your lovely cock Mr. Roberts,” said Jennifer.

The pair again got into a perfect 69 and Roberts went after Jennifer’s pussy and Jennifer worked on his cock. He switched places and again placed his cock in her pussy. He slowly fucked her alternating fast and slow strokes of his cock. Both climaxed at about the same time. They collapsed in a pile of legs and arms laughing at each other.

“For someone who has not had a lot of girlfriends you have fucking perfected,” said Jennifer.

“The summer before I went to college, I worked at this resort and a woman took an interest in me. She was a cougar but she schooled me in the fine art of love making,” said Roberts.

They got up and went to the living room and the Major went to his fridge and brought back two beers and handed one to Jennifer. The cold fluid felt good going down. It washed the taste of cum out of her mouth. She started to put on her undergarment but Roberts stopped her. “I want to look at you some more.”

“That is kind of creepy but this whole night was a little weird,” said Jennifer.

“Stay, then you can get up and run with the corps tomorrow morning we start at 05:30,” said the Major.

“Can’t A I don’t have my running gear, and B this captain has to make reserve drill tomorrow morning. I won’t be back on campus until Sunday evening.”

The Major looked at her and then got on his knees and began to eat her pussy. “Why are you in a reserve unit?” he said between licks.

“It is part of my arrangement, the army doesn’t want to loose me so one of the stipulations was that I join a reserve unit. It just so happens that this weekend is drill weekend. And if you don’t put that lovely cock in me right now I will never see you again.”

Jennifer lie back on the couch and the Major inserted his cock in her pussy and began to move in and out. His hand reached for her ample breasts and he played with her nipples.

“Major we are not animals I need a little romance kiss me,” said Jennifer.

He leaned down and his lips met her lips and their tongues invaded each other’s mouth.

“Do you want me to tell you that you are beautiful Captain?” said Roberts.

“It would be a start,” replied Jennifer.

The Major moved down to her swaying tits and sucked on one and then the other. “By the way you are beautiful,” said the Major.

Roberts pulled his cock out of her pussy and sprayed all over her. She looked at him with anger; “I really prefer that your fluid stays in my pussy. Don’t worry I have a very poor chance of getting pregnant. I don’t need those complications,” said Jennifer.

She got off of the couch and walked to the bathroom and ran the shower. She stepped in and rinsed quickly and toweled off. The Major was sitting like a boy who was about to see the school principal.

“Major if we are going to keep the relationship up and I hope that we do, I have a few quirks; and one is discharge. I will take your cum in my vagina, I will take it in my mouth. I rather like the flavor, but cumming on me makes me feel cheap and slutty; and I am not cheap nor a slut,” said Jennifer.

“What other rules do you have?”

“I think that I will let you discover those as we go along.”

Jennifer found her panties and slipped them on and pulled her jeans on and put her shirt on. She found her boots and pulled them on. She looked in the mirror and agreed that she look like a mess. She finished her beer and then got on top of Roberts and kissed him.

“Rule two, I love kisses, you will never go wrong kissing me,” said Jennifer.

“Is there a rule three?” asked Roberts.

“That is for me to know and you to figure out as you go along,” said Jennifer.

Jennifer kissed the Major again and walked out the door, she floated across the square between her dorm and Roberts Apartment. She slipped the card through the reader and walked in to her dorm. She had a long night of reading before she would need to get the reserve center.

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(When we last left Missy, she was striving to track down the four other gentlemen that were at the party her new boyfriend George threw for her a few weeks ago. The goal was for her to have a second attempt, this time with her body not affected by alcohol and as a way of thanking them for their help in awakening her. This is her invite to the third stranger.)

*

Frank was having a slow night at the radio station where he worked as the overnight disc jockey. Usually at that time of night, there was only him and the security guard that watched the door downstairs. Frank had no reason to worry about groupies or stalkers bugging him since he worked at an adult contemporary station that catered to John Tesh and other of the New Age singers. He wasn’t personally a fan of it, but the pay was good and he needed the money for the alimony he paid to his third ex wife. Luckily, there were no children involved again thank goodness, so he spun his discs in relative peace while he caught up on some of the side work his friend George sent him utilizing his skills as an accountant.

Frank thought for a second about the special get together a few weeks prior where he met some of George’s friends. He almost decided to skip that get together just because of the fact that he wanted some alone time. But George reasoned with him that he had enough alone time since Frank never went out nor did he have any prospective girlfriend to speak of. He remembered standing there watching this girl crawl upon George’s lazy susan style table and strip in front of he and the others looking through a special one way mirror. He remembered how he emptied himself on that same girl’s exposed face and wondered why she had to be the first in six months.

He also pondered why George invited him. In his mind, he reasoned that Roger needed it because of his home life and Dan was of course the rich spoiled guy that needed some excitement. Although he didn’t remember the other guy’s reasons for being there or who the guy was, he did remember that it took a moment to disrobe before all four of them went out to go after George’s hired help or whoever she was. As he stroked himself to climax over her face, he remembered how good it felt to release after so long until he remembered the guilt later that night. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was drunk or because she was in the room with five guys. But he remembered the guilt.

The song was ending as he cued up another and began to text George on his cell konak escort phone to find out if he had any work to get his mind off that girl. He didn’t find out from anyone what happened to that girl. For some reason, that girl’s face was in the forefront of his mind and he needed some distraction so he could get the guilt to disappear.

His cell phone had a tone as he let his mind wander yet again. It was George telling him that he was sending over some side work. Frank was puzzled. George hates going out that late at night. He was wondering what was the special occasion or what was going on. As he cued up about thirty minutes of music to allow him time to relax, he heard a tone from the front door. The security guard was telling him he had a visitor and that George sent her over.

Her? Frank was even more puzzled. George couldn’t have hired him a stripper or a prostitute and when did George have a delivery person let alone a female one. He started to push the thought out of his mind as he started a slow voice over before starting the next string of music. By the time he finished, he heard a gentle knock at the door. He pushed a few buttons and undid his headphones before walking over to the door.

His mouth dropped when he saw Missy for the second time. Missy’s hair was back in a pony tail, a black baseball cap on her head. She had a sly grin as Frank noticed the AC/DC black half shirt and the really short black miniskirt. Frank was unsure what to make of it as Missy asked to enter. Frank stuttered a bit as he walked her in and pulled up a chair while he got back into his own chair to watch what was going on.

Content that everything was still running, Frank started trying to make small talk as Missy sat there smiling. They started to chat about who she was and the fact that she and George were an item much to Frank’s surprise. Frank thought it weird that George chose a beautiful girl like Missy to be faithful to, especially with his past.

“So you have George’s assignments for me? ” Frank asked, trying to see where Missy put the folder usually stuffed with figures to check.

“Actually, Frank I was coming by to ask if you were busy on Saturday night.” Frank paused. Missy was asking what he was doing on Saturday night. Frank let his mind wander a bit as he pictured what he would be doing, namely a solitary dinner and watching old movies on his DVD player. Nothing to brag about.

“Why do you ask, Missy?” Frank cross examined. Missy wasn’t sure what she was expecting to hear after the conversation she and George had about Frank’s past. Frank sat there, his hair slightly unkempt with his dark skin. He looked like a retired ball player with his physique, but the gold diggers he married before helped to shred his confidence down to nothing. Missy figured that Frank would be the most challenging of George’s friends to recruit for her party.

“George and I are throwing a party on Saturday night and we want you to come.” Frank thought about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. It wouldn’t be fun without you.” Missy knew what buttons to push. She also knew his resolve was crumbling faster than blue cheese on top of a salad. Missy could also tell that Frank’s other head was pondering also. She then slid off of her chair, knelt before him and started to rub it while he stuttered.

Frank had an idea what Missy was willing to do to get a yes, but he also had to ensure he had music playing so he wouldn’t get in trouble. As he scrambled to cue music, Missy kept rubbing his rapidly growing tool. As he did a voice over as calmly as he possibly could, Missy slowly raised her T shirt to expose her breasts, rubbing them to feel their stiffness.

As Frank pushed a button, Missy undid the belt of his jeans and started to unbutton them. Frank stood up as she slid his pants and boxers down to reveal his chocolate cock. Missy began to lick up the bottom of his shaft as she kept rubbing one nipple. She allowed her tongue to snake out and rub all over the crown of it before she slowly took as much of it into her mouth as possible. Missy’s movements were slow and deliberate. Even though she had a feeling he already caved on the invitation, this was the first black dick she had in a situation like this. She didn’t even remember how long she had it in her mouth from the previous party. She was hell bent on enjoying this as much as she was able.

Frank could see her straining to push as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. Knowing full well that he would explode soon, he calmly told her to slow down and that he was close. Missy responded by slowly removing her mouth and then standing before him before lifting her skirt. Frank saw nothing but shaven pussy as she slowly straddled his lap and ever so slowly began to slide his piece into her. Frank was surprised at her aggressiveness as she slowly gyrated her hips taking inch by inch inside her.

Missy could feel his dick spreading her out as she moved closer. Her mouth found his ear and she started whispering about how much fun Saturday would be as she could feel his tool almost hitting as far as she could let it go. She then moaned softly against him as she gyrated more, his fingers along her exposed ass cheeks as he helped her. One of his fingers found her sensitive rose bud that was begging to be touched. He pressed his finger tip against it and Missy gushed on top of him covering his lap with her own juices.

Frank kept his hands on her ass as he lifted her up with him before placing her in a chair. Her legs were swung over his shoulders as he slowly worked the head of his cock back inside her again. Missy started egging him on, begging for him to fuck her like the slut she was. Frank started remembering how much he loved to pound on white sluts and his dick partially entered hers again as it firmed up. Missy started moaning louder as Frank watched the clock. He knew he had five minutes before he had to do another voice over. He started fucking her more in earnest slowly spreading her more as he inched more inside her. It wasn’t long until he could feel his seed boiling up again and he asked if she wanted it in her pussy.

Her response was pushing him back and clamping her mouth over the head of his cock and sucking. She wasn’t ready for the explosion as she started gagging over the first heavy dose of cum from his hose. The subsequent shots landed on her face, her neck, her exposed breasts, and on the chair behind her. Frank had his eyes closed as the release was more heart felt, more passionate than any he had in a long time. He opened his eyes to see Missy’s features literally coated with seed.

A few moments of awkward silence and Frank had to perform another quick voice over before he reached beside his usual station to find a towel. Missy carefully started to clean herself up as Frank slowly found his clothes to put them back on. As Frank’s demeanor changed as he sat down, Missy smiled knowing that she succeeded yet again. Frank slowly kissed her on her lips before she put herself back together and left the room.

She reached her car avoiding the look of the lone security guard. As she reached her car, she noticed the message on her phone. She flipped it open and pushed the button to read a nice little thought from George. He was hoping that maybe there was a big old grin on her face before she got home because he had the table set and needed a good test run. As she sped off towards his house, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever track down the last participant before Saturday.

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Part 1

This was not the boy that got straight A’s. This was not the captain of the soccer team, nor the most popular, nor the most affluent. He was taller than average, though quite lean. He was handsome in his own way, but it took effort to be so blasé.

The boy’s name was Shen Jie. He was a senior at Dawn International High School in Shanghai. That day he sat in the cafeteria with his two friends and watched one of the girls two tables down. Her back was to him, head and shoulders obscured by hair and blouse. His eyes lingered on the softly luxuriant hair. Black roots showing through the brown dye. He watched her small hands, delicate porcelain wrists, white forearms. Qi Lian was short, even for a Han girl. She had that unique combination of sexy and cute that guys found so endearing. And she was very popular. But it was her confidence that made her truly intoxicating, especially to an eighteen year old boy like Shen Jie.

Earlier in the day, he had slipped her a note after class. It was blunt. The kind of note a too-cool by miles boy would write to a girl he was interested in. “I like you, and I really want to be with you.” It read in sloppy Chinese penmanship.

She had taken the note with only a brief smile. He hadn’t seen her since.

A voice beside him brought his attention back to his immediate surroundings. “I bet he didn’t even write it.” The speaker was Wu Yating, his frequent friend, and intermittent rival. The two had become friends almost immediately after Yating came to Dawn earlier in the year. Yet, close proximity always amounted to the occasional locking of horns. So it went with these two. This time however, was safe. Yating wasn’t interested in Qi Lian.

Another voice cut in. “I bet he wrote it. At least that much. He’d have to, just to shut you up, but he didn’t give it to her. No way. Not possible.” That was Gao Meng, the third of their little gang. His was the swing vote. Never the alpha male, but an alpha-maker.

“What did she say when you gave it to her?” Yating pressed.

Shen Jie shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. She didn’t read the note right then.”

“I’m proud of you for going for it.” Gao Meng.

A silence followed. The three boys ate. They discussed Mr. Bryce’s western literature class. He had talked about meta fiction. Whatever that was. It had something to do with calling attention to the fact that a story was, in fact, a work of fiction.

Shen Jie wished that’s how the world worked. If the world were a novel, then he could go back and undo what he had done earlier that day. He wouldn’t have risen to his friends bait so easily, he wouldn’t have given her the note without thinking things through first. He must have seemed a fool standing next to her, sweating, saying nothing, just holding out the piece of paper.

Or he might have rewritten the note. He could change it to say something more romantic. “I have had feelings for you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I don’t expect you to feel the same way. Just believe that you a treasure in my heart.”

Then again, if this were a story, and he was the writer, he could rewrite the whole scene anyway he wanted. He would write it so that she smiles and touches his hand. A light gesture, as playful as it is flirtatious. Then she would ask him to stay and talk. The rest of the class would file out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

But that’s not how it went down.

He was sitting at the table, lost in his introspective thoughts, when a hand touched his arm. It startled him. He turned and saw Qi Lian looking at him. Her dark eyes were wide, almost surprised, as if he were the one approaching her and not the other way around.

Standing next to the table, she picked at the sleeves of her blouse. “Hey,” she said as casual as she could. Shen Jie’s nerves hummed. He fixed his eyes on a spot just past her head. She continued, “Here.” She held out a small slip of paper.

The pause seemed eternal. She looked at him, then at the note. He knew she could see him tremble slightly, but there was nothing to do about it. He reached up and took the note with a wane smile. He had taken the plunge, and all he could do now was ride the wave. That and pray.

At last her face relaxed into a soft smile (a good sign?) that lit her whole face, touching her eyes, making them seem curious and oddly savage at the same time. She patted his arm and left.

He held the slip of paper a long time. It had been artfully folded, his name written on the outside.

“Oh. My. God,” Yating said. Each word enunciated. “You’ve got to show us.” Shen Jie didn’t dare open the note up in front of them. Not in the canteen. Delicate matters called for privacy. He got up. Yating stood and started to follow, but he brushed his friend off with a brief gesture. He would rather do this alone. If this was a rejection, he didn’t want anyone around.

Moments later, when he was behind closed doors in an empty classroom, he dropped heavily behind a desk. He rubbed his eyes, and drew a deep breath, steadying frayed nerves. He looked down mersin escort at the note laying on the table in front of him. Then he picked it up and read what she had to say.

“Meet me after school.” That was all. Neat and precisely written Chinese characters. Controlled. He turned the paper over. Nothing else.

He felt his nerves unwind, his stomach un-clench, a smile relaxed his tense features. Not exactly a ringing endorsement, but he took it as a good sign.

*

That afternoon, after school let out, he stood in an empty hall. The door in front of him was shut. Shen Jie drew a ragged breath. He raked his hand through shaggy hair. He picked at the cuffs of his button down shirt, ran his hand over his adolescent chin. Then he reached into his blazer’s inside pocket and touched the corner of her note. Drawing another breath to steady his resolve, he pushed the door open leaving a sweaty palm print.

Qi Lian sat behind the desk in her classroom. She was grading papers. Otherwise the room was empty.

“Ms. Qi.” Shen Jie stepped into the room. Polite. Deferential. The way a student should act towards a teacher. He didn’t know what else would be appropriate at this juncture. When Qi Lian looked at him it was with eyes that blazed excitement. Shen Jie wondered for the first time, if she was as nervous about this encounter as he.

“Hi. Come in,” she said.

Shutting the door, he took a seat in the first row.

“I’m glad you came,” Qi Lian said, her tone was pensive. It seemed she wasn’t sure what would be appropriate either. “I was touched by your note.”

“Then you know how I feel,” he said. It seemed she wanted him to take the lead on this, but he was still not willing to take the plunge. Not sure how. Qi Lian was sitting behind her desk. She looked every inch the teacher, in command of the situation, unapproachable.

At last she spoke. It was the question he knew was coming and dreaded at the same time. “I was under the impression you and Xiaomei were a couple.” A pause. “Is that true?”

Shen Jie’s first instinct was to lie. He went so far as to shake his head slightly in denial. Then he turned away from her penetrating eyes. “We were a couple,” he admitted. “But it’s over. Besides, you’re so much better for me.” He quickly added. “When I’m in your class I feel there’s a connection between us. There’s something there. I know it.”

She must have sensed his discomfort, because she got up and came around the desk.

As she came, there was a playful sway to her walk. Then she took an adjacent seat. Suddenly her proximity was disarming. All that stood between them now was a desk corner. Shen Jie’s hands were folded on the table. Proper. Qi Lian reached out and placed her hand on his.

“I felt something between us as well.” It was a moment pregnant with possibility. A heady rush came over him. He was unsure what to do, how to proceed. He knew he wanted this, and at the same time, had no idea what she wanted to hear. As if sensing his discomfort, she gave him an opening. “What do I have that Xiaomei doesn’t?”

He released a held breath. He was on sure ground now. This was something he had thought about even before writing the note. He knew how to respond. “Because you’re a real woman,” he said, looking her square in the eyes. “Not a child, like all the other girls here. And I want to be with a woman. I’m ready for a real relationship. I’m ready for more than a silly high school crush.”

Qi Lian gave a satisfied smile. It seemed he passed the first test. But then she turned coy. She took her hand off his, and looked away as if slightly bored, as if she had heard all that before. “And what makes you think you can give me what I want?”

Shen Jie smiled. It was wolfish. He closed in. “I can never satisfy you. You are too amazing. All I ask for is a chance to prove myself. To try and be worthy.” He leaned forward, inching closer to her. From this proximity, she smelled faintly of lavender. “One chance. That’s all I ask.”

She turned to face him once again. A smile tugged at the corners of her plump lips. “And what chance would that be?”

“A kiss.” No hesitation. “That’s all. A single kiss to prove there’s chemistry.”

Her smile widened. “Granted.”

Hands clasped, they came together. Their lips met. It was a light brush at first. A flush of arousal. Then he took her head in his hands and kissed her with a clumsy zeal, at once inexperienced and passionate, the kind of kiss that only an adolescent would find enticing.

Yet it seemed Qi Lian was impressed as well. “There’s chemistry,” she whispered. And together they started down a dangerous path.

*

She led him to one of the conference rooms. There were two on the floor, used mostly for private lessons and self study for the seniors.

Only when they were inside did they begin to touch one another. It was kissing and caresses. Their lips locked together, their hands busily explored one another’s body. He was intoxicated with her scent, with the feel of her soft skin.

She made small gasps when his hands worked their way up her blouse and touched her back, and again when they reached down her pants to grab her ass.

Qi Lian was trim. Her breasts small, her neck slender. But she was an animal. She was as hungry for this as he was.

He seized the initiative. He undid her belt and pulled her pants down over the hump of her ass. He and turned her around, kicked her legs apart, and pushed her down on the conference table.

She went willingly. Her head lay against crossed arms. Her butt sticking up. Pert and round and just as petite as the rest of her.

Shen Jie hastily undid his own pants and pulled them down past his cock. He was hard, throbbing with tension. The tip wet. He wasn’t a virgin, but it’s not like him and Xiaomei had had many opportunities.

He suddenly realized he had no idea if she was in a relationship or not. She had never mentioned a husband in class, but that didn’t prove anything.

He grabbed her waist. Soft and smooth. White skin. He slipped into her. She gasped. Tensed. He pulled out and went in again, working his way inside with each thrust inch by inch.

She moaned long and loud.

He pushed inside her faster and harder, coming all the way out between thrusts.

She cried out.

One hand held her waist, the other reached up under her shirt. Reached under her bra. He pressed her nipple with his right hand. Her hand clamped down atop his.

He exploded inside her. Gasped. Grunted.

Her hand reached around and slapped his butt. Don’t stop. He didn’t.

Her free hand reached between her legs. She massaged herself. Rubbed herself in time with his thrusts.

After a short time, her whole body tensed. A shudder passed over her, then she relaxed, melting in his arms.

The two lovers were breathing hard as they zipped up and returned to the classroom.

Part 2

After school.

Qi Lian was sitting at her desk reading, as she often did when waiting for Shen Jie. He was in the self study room on the first floor of Dawn International. The Principal was supervising the bi weekly detention period, of which Shen Jie was a frequent offender. So, she waited in her classroom every Tuesday and Thursday to see him after he was released.

Lian looked at the clock. 15:51. Almost time.

“Hey Honey.” Shen Jie entered the room, startling her. “Mr. Calaver let us go early.”

“Lucky for you,” she said.

He took a seat on the corner of her desk, in his customary playful mood. “Being with you makes me a lucky guy.” His voice was steady, but she knew he trembled with the same anticipation she felt. She felt euphoric. “Let’s sit and talk awhile.” He took her hand and led her to the ledge beneath the bay windows. The waist high shelf was littered with scrapes of red construction paper, folds of tissue paper, and a few fully constructed paper lanterns.

When they sat, his body pressed dangerously close to hers, they didn’t continue their conversation. Instead they kissed. She had never kissed a student prior to Shen Jie. It was a strange sensation, and quite exhilarating. It was the thrill of the forbidden, but it was also more than that. She was genuinely attracted to this boy.

At last, she broke contact.

Afternoon light poured in illuminating the room without the overhead fluorescents. Lian turned and closed the blinds. Light spilled in between the slats.

“How do you want it?” she asked, sliding to the edge of the counter.

“I don’t know.” His voice was breathless.

“I want you to take me right here,” Lian said.

Shen Jie nodded.

They undid their pants, neither making eye contact. The light flooding the room did nothing to soften the mood. Qi Lian could easily see who she was with, there was no mystery here. Somehow that made it more real.

When he stood, his member was hard, she was wet and anxious. She scooted to the edge. Her pants around her ankles, her butt hanging half off. He moved between her legs. Then he slipped into her. Fast and hot, the sex was nervous, punctuated at first with sophomoric giggles, later with sighs. She reached an orgasm first, then he did. She loved every second of it.

Afterward, they buttoned up and went back to her desk. He sat, she climbed into his lap, arm wrapped around his neck, head on his shoulder.

They sat in silence for a while before she asked, “What were you in detention for?”

“Punching another student.”

Lian barked a laugh. “Shen Jie!”

“It was a play fight,” he said. “But Ms. Celia didn’t see it that way.”

“No, I guess she wouldn’t.” Lian pat his chest. “I give out detentions to the boys for playing games in class, you know those stupid games on their cell phones. I think guys are addicted to their computer games.”

Shen Jie shrugged. “Not me, never saw the appeal.”

Lian couldn’t hold back. She leaned in and kissed him again. It was warm and slow and sensual, the kind of kiss shared between newly minted lovers in a month old relationship.

“Being here makes me feel like I’m back in high school again,” she said referring to her teaching job in general as well as the relationship. “Being with you makes me feel ten years younger.”

“Is that a good thing?” Shen Jie asked.

“Yes,” was her immediate reply. “High school was the happiest time of my life.”

The afternoon light faded. The room dimmed.

*

Qi Lian mounted the concrete stairs in her apartment building. She searched her bag for keys. After a moment she found them and entered her apartment.

An explosion of sound came from the office. A rapid fire staccato of gunshots and screams.

She looked in and saw Jamie Bryce on the computer playing some first person shooter.

“Hey Elaine, glad your home.” Jamie didn’t look up from the screen, but at least he spent the mental energy greeting her. That was something at least.

Lian sighed and dropped her bag. She went to the bathroom and took a shower. The hot water felt good on a chilly day. Not to mention it washed away the sweat from her afternoon encounter.

“How was your day?” Jamie asked when she stepped out.

“I’ll tell you later.” She had no interest whatsoever in talking to him while he was gaming. His attention was erratic at the best of times, when he was playing games, it was downright horrifying. She ate; watched some TV; then laid down and read a little. A couple hours later Jamie climbed into his side of the bed.

“Sorry I wasn’t more talkative,” he said. “I wanted to clear the level.” A pause. “Which I did. It was epic. You should have seen it.”

Lian smiled. “I’m sure it was.”

“But you’re not interested in that. Tell me, how was your day?”

“Fine,” she said with a half shrug. “Yours?”

“I had to give Vivian a detention again. No homework.”

“She’s gotta learn: no excuses.”

“I know,” Jamie said. He squirmed. “I just hate being the bad guy.”

“You’re not the bad guy. You’re teaching her to be responsible.”

Jamie lay on his back. His arm was slung over his face. Elbow across his eyes. He lay like that sometimes when the light was still on. Then he said, “I heard Brendon was in detention again.”

Lian kept her composure. A mask of neutrality. “He punched another student.” Brendon was Shen Jie’s English name. All of the students at Dawn had one. Even the Chinese teachers did. Hers was Elaine.

Jamie rolled onto his side, looking at her with an even stare. He had a talent for reading between the lines. A mischievous smirk softened his features. “How was it?”

“You know I don’t like talking about our open relationship,” she snapped.

“You know that I do,” he countered without missing a beat. “It keeps it honest. I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“And I’m not hiding anything from you!”

“Then you can tell me. Please.” Infuriatingly calm.

She closed her book, held it on her lap and took a deep breath. At last she nodded, more to herself than to her boyfriend. “Okay. I’ll tell you,” she said. “Brendon came to my classroom after detention.” She smiled, also more to herself than to Jamie. “We did it on the counter by the window.”

Jamie nodded, although she wasn’t looking at him.

“He’s actually really good,” she continued. “The way he touches me, it’s nice.” She turned her head and looked at him. She studied his face in the soft lamp light. Her boyfriend’s expression was gentle, openly curious, and most importantly, non judgmental. “And there’s something about being with a high school student. I can’t explain it. But it’s a thrill.”

“A forbidden romance,” Jamie offered.

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “Or maybe it’s just being in a new relationship.” Then she set the book on the nightstand and flipped the lights. In the sudden darkness, the two lay under the covers and held one another.

She felt him kiss her neck. There was a burst of tiny kisses on her shoulder. Then he found her lips. It was soft and gentle, a warm kiss from someone who truly loved her.

He reached under her shirt and rubbed her body. She arched her back, head rolled back against the pillow.

Clothes were hastily discarded. He climbed between her legs and went inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her heels behind him, drawing him deeper. His attention was on her breasts. They were not large, but he seemed to enjoy them just the same. She moaned. A soft sound.

It was a rhythmic fuck.

Then he got ambitious. He shifted so that he lay on his side, perpendicular to her body. Her legs were draped over him. He held on to her left leg. His hands rubbed up and down her smooth thigh. He pushed into her again. Due to the angle this time much deeper. She cried out.

Her head rolled back. Eyes squeezed shut. She could feel him forcing his way deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust. It was pleasantly painful.

This time the action was faster. He was forceful. In a short time, he climaxed exploding inside her.

However she wasn’t done. She pushed him back and climbed on top, lowering herself down onto him. He grabbed her waist, but it was unnecessary. She controlled the action now. Raising and lowering herself, rocking back and forth, she maximized her pleasure. She took what she wanted.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This story follows on from ‘Ch. 1: The Defloration of Sharleen’. While this is a stand-alone story, prompted by comments by readers of the earlier story, if you haven’t already read that story I would advise you to do so first.

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They say that if you repeat an action twelve times it becomes a habit. Sharleen did over the next few months, and very soon the habit was established. She would arrive at Jude and Trevor’s home on Friday evening and stay the entire weekend, then return to her home during the week.

Trevor usually answered the door and would be almost bowled over by Shar throwing herself at him, smothering him with kisses, before they walked into the kitchen hand in hand to greet Jude, who at that time of evening would be busy making dinner. Once there, they would exchange pleasantries, then Shar would decide she needed to change into something less formal and would make her way to Jude and Trevor’s bedroom, where she had stashed some of her clothes, and would soon emerge wearing very little at all; maybe a tiny bikini, perhaps a loose fitting pair of shorts and a not-really- there top that showed the lower halves of her superb breasts, or something else equally or more revealing.

Once she reappeared, she would take Trevor into the lounge and sit on his knee facing him, her legs straddled over his thighs, cuddling and kissing him as though she was his wife returning after a long time away from home. Almost invariably, before Jude managed to dish dinner, Shar would have Trevor’s cock in her hand at least, but more usually it would be inside her vagina as she faced him, kissing his lips and grinding her hips against his.

“Come on, you two, dinner’s ready and there’ll be time for that later,” said Jude good-naturedly the first few times, but less so as the habit developed.

After dinner, Shar would literally drag Trevor to his bedroom and would quickly impale herself on his rigid cock and ride him to an orgasm for them both. Trevor’s cock never failed to respond to the attentions this nubile young woman lavished upon him and both came hard in a very short time, then returned to the lounge, flushed with that just fucked look, to sit together and chat with an initially tolerant, but lately more annoyed, Jude.

During the weekend Shar would systematically drain Trevor at every opportunity. Trevor was a relatively young, virile and sexy male but even he couldn’t produce more than ten or twelve cum shots over two days without running dry. Usually his farewell love-making session with Shar on Monday morning was a dry affair, which didn’t seem to concern Shar at all. However, it did concern Jude.

“She comes in here on Friday evening, takes over my husband, fucks herself and you silly, completely drains you, then leaves Monday morning. It takes me until Wednesday before you’re even interested in love-making , then we have Wednesday and Thursday nights and she’s back again. It’s just not fair,” complained Jude to Trevor increasingly frequently. “Why can’t she find her own man instead of hijacking mine?”

Trevor, of course, had no reply to her rhetorical question, especially because secretly he quite enjoyed the feel of Shar’s firm, sexy, uninhibited, nubile body against his and was slightly amused by the competition between these two women, both hungry for his sexual favors. So he did little to change the situation, even had he been able.

Jude also complained to Dale, Shar’s mother, but as a solo mom she had problems of her own and Shar’s visits gave her an opportunity to go out late on the weekends in the hope of attracting the attention and love of a suitable partner, hopefully long term, but overnight at least. After a few such forays into the city night life scene she soon learnt where she was most likely to find suitable unattached males and, after the first few exploratory attempts, would spend glorious weekends with eligible men, most of whom left on good terms with promises of repeating the weekend in the future, none of which had come to fruition as yet.

Tensions developed between Jude and Dale at work until their relationship was stretched to breaking point.

“Jude, I know you’re mad at me for not preventing Shar from visiting you for weekends, but she’s a grown young woman with a mind of her own. Really, with the best will in the world, I cannot confine her to barracks during the weekends. However, equally or even more importantly, I do not want this to come between us. The Shar problem is between you and her, not between you and me,” explained Dale one afternoon bahis forum after work.

Jude thought for a few minutes and realized the truth in this. “Yes, I see your point but it doesn’t solve anything,” she replied. “The main problem is simply a shortage of men. The only guy that is around on a regular basis is Trevor, and technically he’s mine. Shar needs to find a guy or her own, as do you, although I know you’re trying and I also know that older men are very hard to attract because most of them have been hurt by women in previous relationships. So the question is how do we encourage Shar to find her own guy?”

The two friends thought about this silently for a few minutes.

“Why don’t we take Shar out on the town one Friday night? That way at least she won’t be draining Trevor and we could have a girls’ night out. I’m sure that three attractive females would be a drawcard for attracting the attention of a few males.”

“Good idea, but what about Trevor? He’d be home alone.”

“True, but at least he wouldn’t be fucking my daughter so he might be of some use after she leaves.”

“But what happens if a guy wants to have sex with me? It’s OK for you and Shar, but I’m married.”

Dale looked at her quizzically. “So you’re saying it’s OK for Trevor to fuck around with my daughter, but not for you to hop in the sack with another guy, if it even gets that far? Grow up, Jude, you’re a big girl now. Good for the gander and all that.”

“Hmmm, I guess so. In fact that feels really exciting,” replied Jude enthusiastically, “Maybe Trevor will get jealous and will be less willing to play around with Shar. It could work several ways.”

“Yes, it could. And then of course we could all bring our guys back home and have an orgy and include Trevor,” giggled Dale with a huge smile.

“Yeah, as if!” retorted Jude dismissively. “Anyway, I guess what happens, happens, and we won’t know that until it happens. Let’s do it this Friday. So you’ll need to tell Shar about it and persuade her not to come to our place on Friday night. You can do that?”

“Yeah, sure will. However, as I said, she has a mind of her own and is a grown adult. However, I do think that the lure of other men might just do the trick. We’ll see.”

“That we will. Goodnight, Dale.”

“‘Night, Jude.”

On the drive home Jude turned the whole suggestion over in her mind, trying to reconcile the idea of going man hunting with the fact of her being married. It was OK for Shar and Dale, they had nothing to lose and lots to gain. But Jude had lots to lose and certainly didn’t want to hurt Trevor. She arrived home still not knowing what she was going to say.

That evening she cooked a beautiful meal and was particularly attentive to Trevor, ending with them lying in bed after a sweet, gentle and very sexy love-making session. As they lay there together she broached the subject.

“Honey, you know how you’re getting more and more pissed about Shar arriving each Friday night,” she began.

Trevor lay there, wondering what was coming next. Yes, he was sometimes pissed at Shar imposing on their relationship, but he was also secretly flattered by her attention. So he decided to be as non-committal as possible.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.

“Well, I had a chat with Dale and discussed the situation. We’re planning a girls’ night out tomorrow night and Dale’s going to try to keep Shar home for it. Then we three will hit the town and see if we can find guys for Dale and Shar. That way she won’t need to be here to pester you and we’ll be able to have a lovely sexy weekend together. It seems like a win-win situation all round. Dale hopes she can find a guy as well and we think it will be easier if there’s three of us than just her alone.”

Trevor came fully awake and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Yeah, that might work,” he conceded, “But what about you? I take it that you’re not out there looking for a guy. You’ve already got one.”

“Yeah, I know, and I love him dearly. So dearly that I’ve been letting him fuck my best friend’s nubile young daughter every weekend for the past few months. So we figured it’s probably time I had some fun. So while I won’t be going out hard to attract a guy, if I find one I like I really would like to bring him home. Would that be a problem for you, darling?”

Trevor didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t discount the logic of Jude’s argument and he thought he’d rather like the idea of having sex with her after she’d just been fucked by another man, as well as watching him fuck her, but then she was his and he was supposed to be the only one to fuck her. But then, she was also the only one he was supposed to fuck as well, and he certainly hadn’t been abiding by that premise of late. He quickly realized he had little choice but to agree.

“No, sweetheart, so long as you and he were here and I could watch, that would be terrific. Really sexy, in fact.”

He felt her hand grope for his cock and give it a squeeze.

“Ooohhh, I see the idea turns you on, judging by your cock meter. We’ll just have to see what happens and play it by ear. Who knows, I might even allow you to go and find another floozy sometime. I bet you’d like that, eh?”

Trevor realized he was trapped. To disagree would be to prove her wrong, which she would take offence at, and to agree would be to indicate that he wanted another woman, which she would take offence at. So he remained diplomatically silent and rolled towards Jude, kissing her tenderly.

“Goodnight, darling,” he said as he stroked her pert breasts.

“Goodnight, sweetheart, sweet dreams,” she grinned in reply, then reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

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Friday evening was upon them before they knew it. Jude prepared a burger for Trevor then readied herself for a night on the town, trying hard to remember what it was like having not gone out in this manner since she’d been married. Eventually she’d bathed, applied scented oils in all the right spots, dressed in a sufficiently sexy yet not over the top manner, made up her face, attended to her manicure and was ready to leave a few minutes before Dale and Shar arrived to collect her. Shar jumped out as the car pulled up and ran inside to kiss and fondle Trevor, before returning, apparently reluctantly, to her seat. Dale was dressed slightly more conservatively than Jude, as her age dictated, while Shar was dressed in fuck me fashion as many teens and early twenties women were in this day and age. Jude felt very happy and confident in herself as she kissed Trevor goodbye and joined the others in Dale’s car.

It was now that Dale’s previous experiences paid dividends. She avoided many of the bars that she had felt uncomfortable in during the past few months and drove into a vacant parking space with easy access to several establishments which Dale knew were haunts frequented by single males. Together they walked into a bar and ordered drinks. While waiting for them, they looked about them, taking in the ambience of the place. A band was playing neutral type of music, neither too old fashioned nor the noise that modern youth seem to favor. Several couples were dancing on the small floor and Jude noticed that a few guys had moved to keep a watch on the table occupied by the three newly arrived females. Surreptitiously Jude slipped her wedding and engagement rings off her left hand and onto her right.

It was only a few minutes before two guys approached their table and introduced themselves, asking if it was OK if they joined the ladies. They pulled additional chairs over and a third guy approached who was also welcomed.

“So what are three beautiful ladies doing out here alone?” asked the third guy, who had introduced himself as Ben.

“We’re out for a good time,” replied Dale, who was sitting next to him.

He looked her over quickly, almost visibly thinking she had a good figure but he’d really like someone younger, then looked at Shar and smiled.

“You out for a good time too?” he asked her.

“Yep. Are you gonna to ask me to dance or do I have to wait for one of these other cowboys to do that?”

“Would you like to dance,” replied Ben, struggling to hide a grin as wide as Texas.

“I thought you’d never ask,” replied Shar, standing up and offering her hand to him. He took it and they walked onto the floor. Dale and Jude watched as the young couple danced to the fast rhythm of the music, which quickly ended and a slow piece took its place, allowing the Ben and Shar to hold each other closely. Jude smiled as she watched Shar press her body against Ben.

The other two guys introduced themselves as Joe and Mark. Dale decided she liked the older looking Mark and they began conversing, as did Jude and Joe. After a further ten minutes they ordered another round of drinks and then both couples joined Shar and Ben on the dance floor.

The evening progressed well enough until all too soon it was after midnight. By this time Shar and Ben had been for a walk outside, Dale and Mark were getting along famously, as were Jude and Joe. It was pretty plain to see that nobody was going to sleep alone tonight. Ben was the first to suggest that he and Shar should really be somewhere else.

“Do you want to go home with these ladies or with me?” he asked unambiguously.

Shar was as horny as it was possible to be. All she wanted right now was to be filled with cock and to cum, cum and cum some more. She tried, only partly successfully, to restrain herself and told Ben she was his for the night if he wanted her.

“Sounds good to me, li’l darlin’,” he drawled. “My car’s right outside.”

They returned to the table where Shar collected her bag and said goodnight to her mom and Jude, then put her arm around Ben’s waist and together they went outside.

The other four discussed plans and it was decided that Jude would go with Joe in his car to his place and Dale would take Mark back to her house in her car. The two women hugged each other and they all left together.

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As soon as Shar and Ben were seated in his car, Shar reached for his cock, undoing the zipper and exposing his rigidity. Ben was at first a little embarrassed, but after that he enjoyed her attention as he drove slowly homeward, trying hard to focus on the road rather than the feeling coursing through his body. He quickly realized Shar was an expert cock sucker but he didn’t want her to drain him too fast as he had a great deal of attention he wanted to pay her before he ran dry.

Once they arrived at his home, they walked hand in hand into the house, his cock still projecting from his trousers and waving from side to side as he walked. Once inside he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, placing her on his bed on her back. He then straddled her, ran his hands over her body, her stomach, her breasts, shoulders, legs, thighs, each movement loosening her clothing then removing it until she lay on the bed in a tiny shelf bra and pale pink G string panties.

Ben let out a low whistle. “Man, are you ever beautiful,” he said admiringly, “Just awesome. Are you a model or something?”

“Yeah, or something. You’re pretty good yourself, from what I’ve seen of you so far. Come on, darling, strip for me. Let’s see some skin rather than covering it up with clothing.”

Ben sat back and slowly removed his shirt, then stood and dropped his trousers, which left him standing in a pair of bikini style underwear.

“Here, let me,” said Shar, sitting up and reaching for the sides of his shorts. She peeled them down and his rigid cock bounced upwards, hitting Shar on the forehead, causing her to giggle. She took hold of his organ and wrapped her mouth around the head, licking and sucking, running her tongue round and round it.

Ben closed his eyes and enjoyed the stimulation, feeling himself moving inexorably towards his climax. No, he thought, not in her mouth, at least not the first time, in her pussy. He pulled away and his cock left her mouth. He then pushed her backwards onto the bed, reached behind her and undid her bra, then removed it, then drew her panties down her legs until she was as naked as him. He knelt over her legs, his knees straddling hers, and looked at her perfection.

“My god,” he whispered, “You are beautiful. Almost too beautiful to believe. I feel like I should just look at you, not make love to you as I want to.”

“Yeah, well, maybe, but right now I want your hard cock inside me and want to feel your cum jetting inside me as well, seeking out my vulnerable egg to make a baby in me.”

“Omigod, I don’t want to make you pregnant. Are you on the pill?”

“Of course I am. Did you really think I’d let you go this far if I wasn’t. Now stop talking and fuck me.”

Shar wriggled so she could spread her legs wide and Ben wasted no time in pressing the head of his drooling cock between her flowing pussy lips and pushing inside, right the way in, in one thrust until the base of his cock hit her clit. He was surprised that she could take him all and that he was not even pressing against the end.

“You’re so long,” he said to her, “You must have been fucked by a huge cock to be so long.”

Shar didn’t reply but simply pulled him down onto her and kissed him on the lips, writhing beneath him to create delicious sensations deep inside. They moved gently together, exploring, stimulating, caressing, kissing, gradually moving closer to their releases. The tension was too much for her. She began bucking her hips, pushing into him, forcing his cock in deeper than ever until she felt the tip against the end of her vagina; again and again, harder, faster, yes, almost there, almost, then . . .

“Yes, darling, I’m cumming, oooohhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck meeeee.”

The added stimulation and pressure on the head pushed Ben that last little bit. As Shar writhed on his cock, he went rigid, then with a small cry pumped his pent up stream into her tunnel. Shar felt its heat and came even harder on his spewing cock before they both relaxed into each other’s arms, breathing hard from exertion, their skin slippery from perspiration and their orgasms winding down to a gentle simmer. Shortly afterwards they were both asleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Mark opened the door and invited Dale inside. The apartment was well furnished but Dale had little time to admire that before Mark had his arm around her and was escorting her to his bedroom, where he effortlessly picked her up and placed her on his huge bed. She lay there, nervous, like a teenager on her first date, wondering what would happen next. It had been so long. He lay beside her and they began kissing and cuddling, gently stroking each other, exploring their clothing and the bodies these outer layers contained. Over the next half hour they gradually stripped each other naked, admiring the skin, flesh, muscle tone; stimulating gently those parts made for stimulation, mentally recording the other’s response to that stimulation. Eventually both were naked, both were well stimulated, both were ready, more than ready, to consummate their relationship.

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Denise and Jerod spent the next three hours removing anything from the house that could possibly connect them to Fantasy Enterprises.

The laminated cards with various sex positions, the prototype smartwatches, the laptops and tablets, the butcher block paper lining an entire wall in the living room. All of it. They pulled it down, packed it up, and loaded it in Jerod’s van.

When they were done, the command center was returned to its previous state as an ordinary living room.

Once they were convinced the house was completely sanitized, Jerod grabbed his keys and his jacket and headed for the front door. Denise stopped him in the hallway.

“Hold on. I want to come with you,” Denise said.

“I think it’s better you didn’t,” Jerod answered. “I don’t want you connected to this any more than you already are.”

“It’s too late for that,” she said. “We’re in this together.”

Jerod sighed and then nodded.

“OK,” he said simply.

Denise grabbed her coat and the two of them climbed into the van.

Watching Jerod as he drove down the lake road, she could see his mind was working hard, trying to figure things out.

She noticed he kept looking in the rearview mirror.

“Do me a favor,” he said. “Keep your head on a swivel. Look for shadows.”

Denise checked both side mirrors and looked over her shoulder.

“Do you think we’re being followed?” Denise asked.

“I don’t know,” Jerod answered. “But I don’t want to take any chances.”

Denise kept checking the mirrors, left and right.

“How’s it looking?” Jerod asked as they merged onto I-20.

“Nothing,” she answered. “There was a car, but they turned off.”

“Good,” he said.

Denise looked at him, pensively.

“What would we do if we were being followed?” she asked.

He turned and looked at her, his brow furrowed.

“We’d do a heat check,” he answered evenly.

“A heat check?”

“When you think you’re being followed, you do something unexpected. Like stop at a gas station, or make a U-turn. Then you see what they do.”

“And if they make a U-turn too,” Denise said, “you know you’re being followed.”

“Well, you know they might be following you. Or, it could just be a coincidence. So, then you make a second random move. If they’re still there, then you know for sure.”

Denise thought about this. Then she looked at him and smiled.

“Are you sure you weren’t in the CIA or something?” she asked.

Jerod smiled, glancing at her.

“Nah, just read a lot of detective novels, that’s all. You know.”

“And you … just retained it all?” Denise asked.

Jerod shrugged and continued driving towards downtown Dallas.

“Could you do me a favor and give Jasmine a call?” he asked. “We’ve got to figure out where to store this stuff.”

Denise pulled out her cell and found Jasmine’s number. A few moments later, she was picking up.

“Hey, It’s me. I’m driving with Jerod. Let me put you on speaker.”

“Hi,” Jerod began. “Listen, Denise and I are heading downtown. Do you want to us for a drink? How about Sixty Vines. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Okay, see you there.”

This was news to Denise. Sixty Vines was a trendy beer and wine spot in Uptown. They’d eaten there before, but this hardly seemed like the time to socialize. They had a lot of work to do. Then she remembered — it was located right across the street from Jasmine’s store.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Jerod pulled over to let Denise out.

“See if she’s inside,” Jerod said, “I’ll find a place to park.”

Denise entered the restaurant and found it bustling with 20- and 30-somethings. She told the hostess she was joining a friend and then headed to the bar. She scanned the room looking for Jasmine.

The restaurant was sleekly modern, with spacious rooms and an airy, California vibe. She found a bar stool and ordered a glass of wine. Within five minutes, Jasmine walked in the front door.

She was wearing a flowing, satiny top with form-fitting Capri pants. She was wearing her hair up and she looked as alluring as ever.

Denise gave her a wave and Jasmine smiled and waved. She greeted Denise with a kiss on both cheeks.

“Where’s Jerod?” she asked.

“Parking,” Denise said. “What would you like to drink?”

“Well, I haven’t eaten since lunch so nothing too strong.”

“I haven’t either,” Denise smiled, “and it’s not stopping me.”

“What are you having?” Jasmine asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Pinot,” Denise answered. “It’s good. Want a taste?”

“You or the wine?” she said, flirtatiously.

Jasmine caught the bartender’s eye and signaled she wanted one just like it.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” Jasmine said, leaning against the bar next to Denise. “I thought, after such a long day, you guys would be taking it easy.”

Denise looked at her steadily.

“Something’s come up,” Denise said matter-of-factly. “We need to talk to you.”

Jasmine nodded.

“What about?” she asked.

The bartender placed a large glass of red wine in front of Jasmine. alsancak escort She nodded her thanks. Denise waited until the bartender was out of earshot.

“Let’s find a quiet place to sit.”

Denise put some bills on the bar and they worked their way toward an open-air patio. They found a cluster of Adirondack chairs away from the crowd. Denise texted Jerod to tell him where they were.

A few moments later, Jerod arrived, striding across the patio, looking cool and collected. He bent over, kissed Jasmine on the cheek, then lowered himself into the third remaining chair.

“We’re drinking Pinot,” Denise said. “Do you want something?”

“I’m good for now,” he said. “If the waiter comes, maybe I’ll get something.”

Jasmine eyed Jerod, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Denise said you wanted to discuss something with me?” Jasmine said.

Jerod calmly relayed the news to Jasmine, as concisely and as directly as he could. He told her about the trouble they’d had with the security guys at the lake and how they seemed to be keeping an eye on the house. While, he didn’t think there was a formal investigation underway, he wanted to err on the side of caution. Besides, it wasn’t the rent-a-cops that worried him — it was the fact that one of them might get the Texas Rangers involved.

“I don’t think we’re under surveillance,” Jerod said. “To be safe though, I don’t think we should meet at the house anymore.”

Jasmine listened carefully.

“Where are we going to meet then?” she asked.

That was just like Jasmine. Fearless and undeterred. Jerod liked that about her.

“I was wondering if could meet at your store,” Jerod said.

Jasmine thought about this for a moment.

“Sure. But it would have to be at night. After we close. I don’t want to have to explain things to my mother.”

“Got it,” Jerod answered. “Could we start as soon as tomorrow night?”

“Yes. We close at five-thirty. How about seven o’clock?”

“OK,” Jerod said. “There’s one other thing. I have all our business-related stuff in the van. Papers, supplies, computer stuff. Is there someplace we could store that stuff that’s secure? And discreet?”

“Our stockroom’s in the underground garage,” Jasmine said. “There’s a big, unused storage room. It’s practically empty. We could use that.”

“Perfect,” Jerod said. “Thank you, Jasmine.”

Denise handed Jerod her glass of wine and he took a big sip. He handed it back and let out a deep sigh. He leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

Jasmine smiled, glad she could take some of the burden off of his broad shoulders.

After finishing their drinks, the three walked back to where Jerod parked the van. They piled in, with Jasmine sharing the passenger seat with Denise. She guided him to the entrance of the underground garage. She gave Jerod the access code and led him to an empty parking spot near the freight elevator.

They spent the next hour unpacking the van’s contents and putting it in the storage room.

When they were done, they were famished. They chatted about where they could grab a quick bite.

“You’re welcome to have dinner at my place” Jasmine said. “I’ve got some Shirin Polow and Kufteh. It’s leftovers, but it’s quite good.”

Denise and Jerod looked at each other.

“Yeah, sure” Denise said, “that’s sounds great. You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“No trouble at all,” Jasmine said with a smile.

Jasmine lived in an apartment in the same luxury high rise where the store was located. Five minutes later, they were standing outside her door.

Her apartment was on the tenth floor and had a “soft loft” architectural design: tall ceilings, hardwood floors, and an open layout. The living room was flanked by two low lying white leather couches with colorful, woven pillows. Textiles and art prints adorned the walls.

“Beautiful,” Denise said as she took it all in. “I love how you’ve decorated it.”

“The bathroom’s in here,” Jasmine said, opening the door and turning on the light in her bedroom. “Help yourself.”

Inside, a king-sized bed was fitted with an ethnic bedspread.

“Pretty convenient,” Jerod said, “living in the same building as your shop.”

“It makes for a nice commute,” Jasmine smiled.

She poured out three glasses of red wine and invited Denise and Jerod out on the balcony to take in the view. The Dallas skyline was sparkling in the twilight. In the foreground, they had a view of Uptown and the Dallas Museum of Art.

“Great view,” Jerod said. “Do you own this place?”

“No, I’m renting,” Jasmine said. “I want to get my own place at some point. Maybe outside the city.”

Jerod checked the time.

“I need to call the team,” Jerod said. “Let them know about the change in plans. Jasmine, do you mind if I use your phone?”

“Of course not,” she said. “You can use the phone in the bedroom.”

Jerod didn’t want to go over logistics using his own phone. Just in case. The more he could keep Jasmine, her store, and the sales team off the radar, the better.

Denise and Jasmine returned to the kitchen. Jasmine pulled some food out of the refrigerator and began reheating them on the stove.

Denise sat on a bar stool at the granite counter.

“I love your place,” Denise said. “It’s so urban and sophisticated. Like you.”

Jasmine gave her a smile.

“Sometimes urban and sophisticated can get a little tiresome,” she said. “I wish I could live in the country like you.

“But you have all the culture here,” Denise said. “The galleries, the restaurants.”

Jasmine gave a little shrug.

“It can be a bit much,” Jasmine said. “Sometimes, I feel like I have to get all made up just to go out and buy a quart of milk.”

She stirred the pot with a wooden spoon.

“I prefer what you and Jerod have. The out of doors. The fresh air. Nature.”

“We do like it out there,” Denise said. “Some days, we’ll spend the whole day in our bathing suits. Sailing. Laying in the sun. Or just lounging in bed.”

“That’s what I want,” Jasmine sighed. “The simple life. With simple pleasures.”

She topped off their glasses with red wine.

“Have you ever spent a day where you never bothered to get dressed at all?” Jasmine asked.

“Practically,” Denise said. “When we were starting the business, we made a point of trying to have sex in every possible way. Just to see what was the most erotic. We’d hardly leave the bedroom for days at a time.”

“Just having sex the whole time?” Jasmine asked.

“Over and over,” Denise said. “Each time hotter than the last.”

Jasmine felt a tingle emanating through her body. She opened the cabinet and pulled out three dinner plates.

“And Jerod could do that? Just make love all day long?”

“Yep,” Denise said. “He’s got a knack. Actually, he just makes himself not cum. It’s amazing.”

“Really?” Jasmine asked.

“Yep. Not me, though. I’d keep cummin’ and cummin’. But not him.”

Jasmine’s body shuddered, imperceptibly.

“That’s amazing,” she said. “He could just control it?”

“Yeah, he just knows how to do it,” Denise shrugged. “He can stay big and hard all day long.”

In her mind’s eye, Jasmine pictured Jerod big and hard. She could feel her pussy getting wetter.

“And you’d just keep having orgasm after orgasm?”

Denise closed her eyes, remembering.

“God, it was so wonderful,” Denise said. “You know how big he is. You’ve experienced that first hand. And how much he spreads you. Well, he got me in positions where it felt like he was touching every part of my pussy. And, of course, he knows how to build it. How to take you up the elevator.”

Jasmine’s pussy was throbbing now.

“Yes,” she murmured, “up the elevator. So, tell me, what was the verdict?”

“About what?” Denise asked.

“You said you were trying to find the most erotic position. So, which one was it?”

Denise squinted and thought hard.

“Well, let’s see. There were so many. One I really loved … we both loved, actually … was Standing 69.”

“Standing 69?” Jasmine asked.

“Oh my God. That makes me cum so hard. Whenever we do it, I have the most incredible orgasms.”

Jasmine was pressing her pelvis against the corner of the kitchen counter now, slowly massaging her clit.

“I don’t know that one,” she breathed. “Tell me about it.”

“Well … like I said, it’s a standing position. He’s … you’re … it’s kinda hard to explain. OK, imagine he’s standing and he’s holding you upside down. You’re facing him and you’ve got your thighs on his shoulders and your calves bent over his head. So, basically, his face is buried in your pussy and you’re face to face with his cock. But you’re upside down. It’s so fucking hot.”

Jasmine was imagining herself in that exact position. With Jerod.

“It sounds hot,” Jasmine agreed.

“Oh my God,” Denise said. “The combination being totally suspended, sucking his cock, his tongue deep in your pussy, and all that blood rushing to your head! It makes you cum so fucking hard! I swear to God I was screaming.”

Jasmine was rubbing her clit faster now, massaging it against the edge of the counter.

“Were you really screaming?”

“I swear to God,” Denise said, shaking her head. “Not a lot of men can pull that one off. Like a lot of standing positions, it takes a lot of upper body strength.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Jasmine muttered. “I’ve never done it.”

“Wait, what?” Denise said, taken aback. “You’ve never had sex standing up?”

“Well, not upside down,” Jasmine answered. “I’m afraid my experience is woefully lacking,” she said, smiling.

“Oh my God, Jasmine!” Denise laughed, “we’ve gotta remedy that!”

Jasmine felt a rush of heat through her body just to hear Denise say those words.

“Watch out, I may hold you to that,” Jasmine said with a sly grin.

That’s when Jerod came into the kitchen.

“Hold you to what?” he asked, with a smile.

Denise took a sip of her wine.

“Standing 69. Jasmine was asking what it was like.”

Jasmine’s face flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh,” Jerod said, noticing her blushing. “Don’t worry, I didn’t know about it either. Until we were doing our research.”

Jasmine appreciated Jerod’s sensitivity. He was always making sure people around him were feeling okay.

“It’s something else,” Denise continued, “you’re suspended in mid-air, so you’re totally at his mercy and hanging on for dear life.”

Jasmine was filling the plates with food while imagining being totally at Jerod’s mercy. She was hoping they couldn’t see her legs trembling.

“Oh,” Denise added, “and you’re swallowing his cock the whole time. Pro tip — breathe through your nose.”

Jasmine had to squeeze the dinner plate in her hand to keep from dropping it.

“I think the key is to try and fuse your bodies together,” Jerod offered. “I found it incredibly intimate.”

“Well, you’ve always loved eating pussy,” Denise smiled.

“Especially yours, darlin'” Jerod smiled back.

Jasmine was grateful to sit down and eat. Her legs were getting a bit unsteady from all the graphic sex talk.

Over dinner, Jerod explained he was able to reach all the sales team about the change in plans. Everyone was fine with changing to a nighttime schedule and meeting at Jasmine’s store at 7pm.

As they chatted and shared the bottle of wine, the conversation eventually migrated to their visions for Fantasy Enterprises. It turned out Jasmine was quite bullish about the volume of lingerie sales from their house calls. That, combined with the tips they could make from their private demos, could yield some serious revenue.

Jerod was relieved to know Jasmine was still excited about the partnership. With the potential of increased scrutiny from the cops, he was eager to speed the transition to becoming a legitimate business. Jasmine’s family’s lingerie store was the key to that transformation.

“In a year,” Jerod said, “I can see Fantasy Enterprises evolving into a whole new kind of sales operation. We could be re-inventing what it means to shop for women’s clothes.”

“I’d love to partner with you on that,” Jasmine said. “We’ve been thinking about how to expand our business. This could be how we do it.”

“What if,” Denise said leaning forward, “we really lean into e-commerce. All the trends are towards online shopping. People love the convenience. They click and, boom, it shows up on their doorstep in a day or two. With drones, it could be hours. But what don’t you get from that experience? Where are the inefficiencies?”

“You don’t get a salesperson to help you,” Jasmine said. “To fit you.”

“Exactly,” Denise answered. “And you end up buying the wrong stuff and having to return it. And that’s expensive.”

“If we could bring the store to the home, you could avoid that waste,” Jasmine said.

Denise nodded.

“And charge a premium. How many vans do you have at the store?” Denise asked.

“Three currently.”

“And what’s your utilization? How often are they on the road?”

“Not very often,” Jasmine answered. “We mainly use them to restock product.”

“What if we repurposed the vans so we could bring the store to the customer. They get the convenience of online shopping and the personalized service of a private fitting.”

“And we can use in-person demos and fashion shows to stimulate sales,” Jerod added.

“Can you imagine the tips we could get?” Denise ask, her eyebrows raised.

The conversation went on like this for some time. Jasmine opened another bottle of wine and they retired to the couch in the living room. By ten, they were feeling loose and talking excitedly about the future.

“Listen,” Jasmine said during a lull in the conversation, “you’re more than welcome to stay here tonight. I have a guest room with your name on it.”

Jerod and Denise looked at each other.

“It’d be great not to have to drive home.” Jerod said.

“Sure,” Denise said. “That’d be great. You’re sure it’s no bother.”

“It’s no bother at all,” Jasmine smiled. “I have a closet full of lingerie for you to sleep in.”

“I bet you do,” Denise laughed.

Jerod said he could really use a shower and Jasmine set him up with fresh towels. He excused himself while Denise and Jasmine went out on the balcony to take in the Dallas skyline.

“How’d you end up in Texas?” Denise asked.

“It’s been home my whole life,” Jasmine answered. “My parents left Iran after the Shah fell. They built the store. Then added more stores. I’ve been working in it since I was a teenager.”

“Have you ever been anywhere else?” Denise asked.

“I’ve been to Tehran. To see relatives. I’ve been to Paris and Milan a few times to visit our suppliers. New York and London. Tokyo once. I’d love to live in Paris someday. Such a beautiful city. Or Rome.”

Denise leaned on the railing, gazing at the horizon.

“I’ve never been out Texas” Denise said. “Can you believe that? The furthest I’ve ever been is El Paso.”

Denise let out a deep sigh.

“You don’t like to travel?” Jasmine asked.

“I don’t know if I like it or not,” Denise laughed. “I’ve never done it. We didn’t have the money growing up and, once I got to college, I had to work full-time to support my Mom and pay my tuition.”

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Being a cop is a great job for a young, single guy. It is different every day and, while the pay isn’t the greatest, the benefits are first rate. One of those benefits, for me, was not one found in our labor contract. It was the availability of females to go out with.

My police department was located in central New Jersey in a suburban town that had a business district including some of the major stores and attractions in the area. I met a lot of shoppers, crime victims and witnesses, accident participants and movie goers catching a matinee. In my prime, I was nearly six feet tall, about 195 pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. One of our police secretaries once surprised me by telling me that a number of the women in town considered me a “catch,” for what that’s worth. I would spend hours patrolling the shopping district in the hopes of finding crime in progress or a potential date for my day off. I wouldn’t ignore the residential area, either and I would occasionally come across a girl mowing the lawn or sunbathing in her yard. A willing smile, a wave and a pleasant opening line often yielded results.

One of my very favorites was the daughter of one of the local firemen. We raised a few eyebrows initially because she was quite a bit younger than me. I was 26, she was just 17 when we met, though about a week before our first date she turned 18. Bobbie was as cute as a button with an angelic face framed by long, straight brown hair. Her figure was not spectacular, but it was just about perfect in every way. She was about 5’4” tall, perhaps 110 pounds with great legs, a beautiful ass and what I estimated to be 34B tits. She was one of six kids born to Frank and Edna Farnsworth. Frank was a volunteer fireman in town and owned a stationery store a few miles away. I knew I was in a tenuous situation, with her age and her dad being so closely affiliated with the town, but she was just such a pleasure to be with that I had to go for it and see where our relationship would take us.

Bobbie’s parents were deeply religious belonging to a local Southern Baptist Church, which I attended with them on several occasions. They were not phony Christians, who show up in church to look respectable, while living a decidedly un-Christian life. No. These were sincere and devout people who tried to live their lives according to the tenets of the church. Bobbie was their daughter and pretty much believed what they believed. Now, that never stopped her from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh as she was very willing and happy to fuck and suck with the best of them. She was as hot as any woman I’ve ever known.

Bobbie and I would often speak of plans to see a movie or go to dinner, when our real intention was to go to my place for an evening of “hide the salami.” She would get a newspaper and read the review of the movie we said we were going to see, in case her mom asked her about it. Her parents remained strict with her even though she was now an adult. We knew there was nothing we could do about it, so we worked around it the best we could. Bobbie’s parents required her to dress modestly, so she would often bring an alternative outfit with her-like a halter top-and take off her original outfit in the car, replacing it with the halter.

When we got to my place, we simply headed for the bedroom, where, in thirty seconds, we were both naked and ready to go. Bobbie had a tiny, washboard type stomach and her tits sported perfect pink nipples. We would make out for a while and pet a bit. My gaziemir escort cock was at attention from the time she got naked. She loved having her pussy eaten and I was always happy to oblige. I would kneel on the floor and bring her legs off the bed to rest on my shoulders. Her tight pussy was staring me in the face and I would caress it with my tongue while seeking out her clit. I flicked her little nub, then licked and sucked it. She would arch her back and grab my head as she began to cum. Then I would stand and re-position her back on the bed so as to fuck her hard as she was cumming. She was quite able to cum a second time as I fucked her. When she did, she would wrap both legs around my waist, while whimpering softly. Every now and then, she would want my cock very deep inside her and, when she did, I would fuck her with her legs thrown over my shoulders until she begged me to stop. After she was through with her orgasms, I would lie next to her, holding her while she massaged my cock.

Bobbie and I never practiced birth control. We were lucky and I never came inside her. I have always had pretty good control and we worked it so both of us were satisfied without the prospect of an unwanted pregnancy. I always made sure she came first and as often as she wanted or was able to. Then, it was my turn. As she stroked my hard cock, she sucked it expertly until I was at the very moment of no return. She never mastered the art of swallowing, so she just stopped sucking and continued stroking until I came. But, she had a technique in this that I have never known since. It is difficult to describe except to say that, when she knew I was about to shoot, she would both slow down the stroking and increase the pressure of her grip, making the moments just prior to orgasm almost exquisitely and agonizingly pleasurable. When I finally did cum, it was a true geyser. She enjoyed watching the cum fly and tried her best to make it travel a record setting distance. Often, it would shoot three feet in the air, landing on my chest or in her hair.

Bobbie was one of the most memorable women I have ever known. In a way, I love her to this day and, years ago, we contemplated marriage. But, we never did marry due to our substantial religious differences. I am an agnostic and I was never able to come to terms with her religion and what actually drove us apart was the specter of raising children as southern Baptists, a condition she required. I couldn’t do it, so, after about two wonderful years together, we went our separate ways.

Bobbie went on to marry a local football hero from a neighboring town. Coincidentally, he was the son of the pastor of her church and another southern Baptist. I didn’t know him but I remember envying him because he got to sleep with her. In my mind, I wished them well and moved on. I never saw Bobbie again until….

A few years later, I was the senior detective in a squad of three. Our headquarters was an old, private residence, next to a river, that had been renovated many years earlier for use as a police station. For a time, the detective bureau was located on the first floor of the building with its own entrance, right next to the main door of the police department.

I was working late finishing up some reports when the phone rang. It was Bobbie. Damn, it was good to hear her voice. She was back in town visiting her folks and thought she would touch base. We exchanged small talk for a few minutes but then she got down to the actual reason for the call.

“Curt, I have something I need your advice on. Can I come down to see you? It’s kind of complicated and personal and I don’t want to discuss it over the phone.”

“Sure, Bobbie, come on down. I was just finishing up some paperwork before going home. Give me fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Fifteen minutes it is, I’ll be right there.”

Bobbie’s parents lived only a couple of minutes away, so she arrived promptly. It was so good to see her. She looked exactly the same as the last time I had seen her, which was three or four years earlier. She wore a dark blue, knit top and bright red slacks. It was like a trip into the recent past and I was loving it. I offered her a seat alongside my desk and a soft drink, which she accepted gratefully.

“So, what’s on your mind. How have you been?”

“Curt, now that I’m here, I don’t know quite where to begin. I’m having some trouble in my marriage and it’s of a nature I can’t really discuss with my mom. She would just flip out. So, I thought I would talk to you about it because we always were able to discuss anything when we were dating. I just figured you would understand and give me good advice.”

“Okay, shoot, let’s hear the story.”

“Well, as you know, Paul and I were married a few years back. We moved to Michigan shortly after the honeymoon to allow him to take a job he had been wanting. Everything was fine for a year or so but now, he has changed a bit and I’m not sure I like the new Paul.”

“How is he different?”

“It is sexual and that’s the reason I can’t talk to mom about it. She’s way too religious and old-fashioned.”

“Go on.”

“Well, lately, it has been more and more difficult getting Paul to respond to me in ways that I would consider normal. He’s getting kind of weird.”

“Give me an example.”

“Okay, take last weekend, for instance. Now, you know that I love sex and I’m no prude.”

Did I ever. I was sitting there discreetly picturing her naked.

“Paul asked me to dress up like a slut, wear lots of makeup and go out alone to a bar.”

“Bobbie, I’ve never known you to wear any makeup, other than a little lipstick.”

“I know; I hate the stuff. Anyway, he wanted me to go to some pick up joint and pick up a total stranger and bring him home.”

“What was he looking for, a threesome?”

“No, he wanted me to bring this guy home and have sex with him in our bed.”

“Where would Paul be while you were doing this?”

“In the closet, watching and jerking off. I have to tell you, this idea of his creeped me out and made me very uncomfortable. What do you think, Curt? I guess you can see why I never mentioned this to mom. She thinks he’s wonderful, being the pastor’s son and all.”

“Bobbie, I have to say, I’m surprised. But, my overall impression is that you should not feel compelled to do anything you are uncomfortable with. I know you well enough to say that you are a wonderful bed partner and a joy to be with. But, if you don’t want to do it, don’t do it. Case closed. Having said that, I have to admit that my cock got hard during the telling of your story as I pictured you doing those things. Some things never change and I suppose you will always have that effect on me.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Curt. You were always great to be with, too.” With that, Bobbie reached over and traced the outline of my cock on top of my jeans with her index finger. I was a bit startled, I have to admit. But, it sure felt mighty good.

“Why don’t you take that thing out, Curt, and let me play with it for a minute or two. I gasped. I was in the police station! But, I couldn’t resist. I got up and closed all the drapes and locked the door.

I undid my belt and top button before I sat down and pulled my zipper down. My holster and weapon were removed and stored safely. I sat down directly opposite her and she leaned forward to take my cock the rest of the way out. It didn’t automatically cooperate with her, as her earlier touching of it turned it from flaccid to missile-like and it was pointing down my pant leg. She reached through the opening of my boxers and gently brought it to the surface. Her touch was thrilling and brought back a million memories. This young lady knew her way around a cock and was a real pleaser. Finally, it was completely out and she took matters in hand. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and in seconds a small puddle of pre-cum emerged from the head. It wasn’t there long though as she licked it off with a quick flick of her talented tongue. She alternated between staring at my cock and looking lovingly into my eyes.

“It’s been a very long time,” she said. “Yours is my all-time favorite cock. I’ve missed it and I’ve missed you.” She continued stroking as I felt the unmistakable feeling of my oncoming orgasm. She knew I was close and decided to slow things down a bit by playing with my balls a bit. She took one, then the other in her delicate mouth and tongued them. This was heaven on earth. Then, she took the head of my cock in her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. Once again, she brought me to the edge, then backed me down.

“Okay, Curt, it’s time to get you off. Are you ready?”

“Are you kidding, I’d kill to have you finish me off.” Only then did I think about what I would need to catch what must be a quart of cum about to be shot out of me. I grabbed a paper towel from my desk, closed my eyes and let Bobbie do her thing.”

“I’m gonna make this cock of yours explode in just a few seconds.”

She went back to grasping the shaft snugly and jerking me off slowly. I finally could take no more and drilled her arm with my first shot of cum. I quickly covered the cockhead with the paper towel and spasmed another five or six times. I caught most of it, but Bobbie wound up with a couple teaspoons of my love juice on her hand. She stroked me until I went soft again. When she stopped, she licked her hand clean and looked up at me beaming. I could barely move. I was still feeling the after glow.

“That was a great handjob,” I said when I finally recovered.

“Glad you liked it, Curt. It was my pleasure. If I ever run into you again, I’ll do it again, even if you are in your 70’s.”

“It’s a deal.”

We both rose. I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up and she began to leave. I grabbed her before she got to the door, put my arm around her and leaned in for a passionate kiss. This was one fine woman. I reached under her top and caressed her breasts and, incredibly, my cock started to harden again. She pulled away. She was late for dinner.

“Before you go,” I said, “can I take a Polaroid of your tits?”

“Sure, but, hurry, I’m very late.”

I took out the old SX-70 and prepared to snap one while she pulled up her top and bra to give me access. I snapped the picture and Bobbie was out the door in a flash.

I never saw her again, but I got a call some time later telling me of her divorce from Paul. “He was just too creepy.” I wished her well and said goodbye. I don’t know where Bobbie is today, but I hope she is happy. She deserves nothing less.

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