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(Author’s notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody has to worry about inconveniences such as pregnancy and STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions.

Very special thanks to editors Ravenna933 and Sidney43. This is a better story due to their efforts and insight. Any remaining faults are solely the responsibility of the author.

All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.)

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Zac pounded his steering wheel in frustration. “Dammit! That light was green for about a tenth of a second. What the hell!” Now he was definitely going to be late.

A quarter mile away and thirty seconds later, a dump truck driver glanced at his dashboard and was distracted by a flashing red warning light. He never saw the traffic light in front of him turn red, and he sailed through the intersection at 45 miles per hour. Fortunately, all cross traffic avoided him. In his noisy cab he never heard the horns of the cars he barely missed or saw how close he came to disaster.

My name is Ariel, and I’m Zac’s guardian angel. I’m the reason Zac’s green light turned red so quickly. Without that delay, the dump truck would have t-boned the driver’s side of Zac’s car. I don’t know how I knew I needed to delay Zac. I just had a strong sense that disaster was imminent, and that if I delayed him briefly he would be okay. I pictured the light turning red early, and again, I don’t know how, but somehow it did.

The ‘how’ and ‘why’ of becoming a guardian angel are mysteries to me. I assume I had lived and died. I guess my life must not have been bad enough to be sent below, but not good enough for admission above. Being a guardian angel seems to be a way either to earn enough points to gain entry to the pearly gates, or fail and presumably go the other way.

I retain a lifetime of information and knowledge, and maybe some wisdom, but I can’t remember any details of my own life, such as who I was, what I did, or how old I was. I’m pretty sure my name in real life wasn’t Ariel, but come to think of it, I don’t know how I ‘know’ that’s what my name is now.

I admit, I don’t always like Zac. He’s basically a decent guy, but he can be shallow as hell. He compensates with a magnetic charm he can apparently turn on at will, especially to attractive single women. I’m sure he will outgrow his shortcomings, they are all due to immaturity. I just wish that would happen a little sooner. Actually, a lot sooner.

Despite all that, it’s my assigned task to protect him, and I take it very seriously.

I have a limited ability to affect physical objects. I can move small things short distances, but nothing on a larger scale. I couldn’t, for example, have stopped the dump truck or moved Zac’s car out of its way, or affected the brakes to slow or stop either vehicle.

I can place thoughts in people’s heads, Zac’s or someone else’s, but that doesn’t always work. Apparently planted thoughts are easy to deny or ignore, especially for Zac. Fortunately, the more I work with him, the better I get at shaping things in ways he is likely to respond to.

I can’t see the future directly, but like with the dump truck, I do receive vague, abstract ‘feelings.’ In that case, I didn’t know the details of what the danger was until the moment the collision would have occurred. Zac of course never knew anything about being in harm’s way.

He was on his way to meet some friends for a surprise birthday party, which was why he was so agitated about being late. That’s also why I needed to stay with him — he needs protecting the most when he’s around those particular friends. None of them have realized yet that they are not immortal, even though they’re old enough to know better.

One of the more interesting aspects of my existence is I feel Zac’s physical sensations. Last week he was at his oblivious worst and didn’t realize how much he was annoying the pretty blonde at the dance club. She eventually slapped him, stinging my cheek as sharply as it did his. He made a joke out of that rather obvious hint, got her laughing, and bought her a drink. He was determined to charm his way past her poor impression of him, and he not only achieved that, he got lucky with her later in the evening.

At her apartment, I felt her lips on his as if I was the one kissing her. A little later I felt her lips on his cock and the suction of her mouth. I felt the softness of her tits under Zac’s hands, and finally the tightness and warmth of her channel as he buried his dick in her. My body had orgasmic spasms both times Zac came that evening, and again the next morning.

It’s strictly physical. I don’t feel the ups and downs of his emotions. I was aware of but didn’t share his disappointment when the phone number she gave him turned out to be a pizzeria’s order line.

One last thing I know is, I am invisible to living humans. I seem to exist in a gap between life and the afterlife. My job is to oversee Zac and everything he does, but bilecik escort I can go look at other things in other places whenever I want. When Zac goes out, I can ‘ride’ in the car with him, or I can float above and behind the car with no effort. I could ‘meet’ him at his destination if I was comfortable leaving him unguarded for his trip there. For the record, I’m not.

Actually, there is one more thing. In this odd plane of existence I’m stuck in, I’m sure there must be other guardian angels, but I guess we’re invisible to each other as well as humans. In the year and a half I’ve guarded Zac, I’ve never seen one. I’d love to hook up with a Laila, Seraphina, or Gabrielle while Zac sleeps, but it appears that’s not going to happen. Even if I did meet one, I doubt we would have enough physicality to consummate our relationship. It’s so frustrating…

Zac wasn’t on time to the bar, but he wasn’t as late as the birthday boy was, so he got to be part of the surprise. I was just glad he arrived safely (the sound you hear is me patting myself on the back). That bar was not one of his usual haunts, and my oh my, there were some lovely ladies there.

As the evening progressed, Zac and a raven-haired beauty targeted each other. She wore her hair in a cute pixie cut, but there was nothing pixie-ish about her boobs or her ass. Zac was head-over-heels infatuated, but I was on edge. There was something ‘off’ about her — she smiled at Zac the way a spider smiles at a fly. He was too close to falling into her cleavage to notice her sinister aura.

I parsed her brain, and I was right, she was toxic. She had a raging case of genital herpes. She found normal precautions inconvenient, and the untreated sores were especially painful that night. She was angry at the world, particularly twenty-something single men. Zac would be the fifth unsuspecting guy she infected that month if I didn’t intervene. It wasn’t Zac’s fault she had no idea who she got it from, but he would pay the price if she had her way.

I tried to distract and redirect Zac’s attention over to a lovely blonde who had also noticed him, but her chest wasn’t as bodacious as the pixie’s, and he didn’t respond. The pixie was bored as hell with a story he was telling, but she feigned interest so she could hurry up and get him to her place and into her bed.

It was my job to prevent that. As he gestured broadly to emphasize a point, I slid her wine glass an inch into the path of his hand, and he knocked it over, soaking the front of her white silk top with cabernet sauvignon.

“You moron!” she shrieked, and threw the empty glass at him before huffing out of the place. He ducked, and the glass bounced off the top of his head, luckily not breaking the glass or cracking his thick skull.

The blonde had been watching the whole time, still hoping Zac might choose her over the pixie, but when she saw him spill the wine she began to think of finding someone less clumsy. I had already scanned her and detected no threat to Zac, so I beamed ‘yes, this one’ at both him and her. It must have worked; she helped him clean up the table, and he definitely noticed her then.

Zac and I were both delighted with how the rest of the evening went. The blonde’s name was Sheila, and she and Zac hit it off quickly. They shared many things — favorite cocktail, favorite bar food, and favorite music. They had attended several of the same recent concerts, and they had both decided to skip seeing Slash at a large local club. Zac said, “I think his top hat, curly hair, nose, and dark glasses are all a one-piece prop.”

Sheila shot back, “Like Groucho glasses?” and they both roared laughing.

She eventually said, “This place is so noisy…”

Zac picked up on her rather obvious hint and said, “My place isn’t very far from here.” He gestured at their nearly-empty cocktail glasses and said, “I could make us another round there.” He paid both their tabs, but she insisted on leaving the tip, which he noticed she did generously.

When they entered his apartment, she glanced around at the relative neatness and said, “Planning on getting lucky tonight?”

He said, sounding rather defensive, “I didn’t really think about it. This is pretty much how I live.”

“Where are the dirty dishes, unwashed clothes, empty beer bottles, and frozen microwave food wrappers?” I directed his attention to the twinkle in her eyes. Finally realizing she was teasing, he shared a grin with her.

As promised, he made them drinks. He set the lights low and launched his ‘quiet,’ soothing playlist — his make-out mix, in other words. They settled on the sofa and talked about everything and nothing. Conversation with her was effortless and interesting.

He kissed her, and was delighted at how enthusiastically she kissed him back. He put his drink down, she did the same, and they kissed again, long and deep. When they came up for air, she said, sotto voce, “Someone call for help, I fear I’ve become trapped in the seducer’s web. manisa escort The lights, the alcohol, the music, I’m afraid he’s going to have his way with me…” This time he noticed the sparkle in her eyes without my prompting.

Zac always loved his first time with a lady. Revealing a tender new body gave him the kind of thrill an only child feels on Christmas morning, having presents to unwrap, surprises to uncover. He usually already had a good idea how big her tits were, but were they firm or pillowy? Were her nipples big and hard or soft and shy? Were the areolae large or small, pink, tan, or brown? Would she be shy or brazen at undressing in front of him, at being gazed upon? Did she shave shiny smooth, or sport a racing stripe, or flaunt a full bush? Would she initiate things or be content to follow his lead? How tight would she be? Did she like exotic positions or prefer to keep it simple? So many things to find out…

Zac carried her to his bedroom, and set her down on the bed. She turned out to be quite uninhibited. She didn’t need another kiss to get started, or to stretch out with him in a reassuring cuddle, or even for him to take his own shirt off first. She whipped her top over her head, reached behind her back, unclipped her bra, shrugged it off her shoulders, and tossed the shirt and bra onto the floor. She blatantly ogled him as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Before he could get more than a quick glance at her chest, she pulled him in for a soul-stirring kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together, skin to skin, warm and welcoming.

Her boobs pressed against him, her nipples big, hard, and fully extended. He slid his hand between their chests without breaking their kiss, and helped himself to a generous handful of tit. He teased the nipple between his fingertips, and she moaned into his mouth.

She worked her hand between them and unsnapped his jeans. She unzipped them and lowered them and his boxer briefs as far as she could. She broke the kiss and drug them down to his knees, then pulled them completely off, tossing them onto the floor with her top. He reached out to pull her in close to him, but she shifted away, beyond his arms’ reach.

She locked her eyes onto his, and slowly, lustfully crawled toward him, holding steady eye contact. Her posture, her facial expression, the sultry way she crawled toward him were pure jungle feline.

His eyes drifted down to her tits. They were magnificent, full and firm, swaying sweetly from side to side as she approached him — the calm before the storm, he thought. Time froze briefly, this image burning permanently into his brain, her tits dangling, her face consumed with desire, her eyes promising deep primal pleasure in the moments to come.

His eyes relinked with hers, and she held his gaze while she bent her elbows and dipped her shoulders. She lowered her face until her lips located the tip of his cock without even briefly glancing away from his eyes. She sucked the tip in, swirling her tongue on the underside, and slowly, sensuously, pulled him into her mouth, eyes burning deep into his. She drew him in all the way to the back of her throat, and slowly pulled off, sucking with all her might. She let him escape her mouth with a loud popping sound, murmured “Yummm,” and drew him right back in.

He tried to slide himself around to where he could pull her jeans off also, but she stayed out of his reach, saying, “No, just you right now.” Her mouth was warm, wet, and welcoming, so he settled back to enjoy it.

He would love to have stayed in her mouth all the way to completion, but this was their first time and he was anxious to sample her in other ways. After several blissful minutes, he reluctantly pulled free. He peeled her out of her jeans and panties, and finally got to see her completely naked.

Her body was awesome. Her tits were only one facet of a gem of a frontside. Her waist was trim and sleek, her abdomen firm but with an alluring feminine softness. Her pussy was magnificent, crinkly pink inner lips coyly peeking out from the smooth outer folds, all swollen and eager for action.

He crawled between her knees, intending to explore that juicy pussy with his tongue and lips, but she pulled him up even with her and rolled him onto his back. She straddled him, grinning hungrily. She raised herself up and centered his tip between her nether lips. She let gravity pull her down, taking him in slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch.

His cock felt like it was being enveloped in molten velvet. Her face was expressionless, her eyes unfocused in carnal concentration, her mind lost in its own sensual world. When she finally did bottom out, she rocked her hips, rubbing her clit directly on the base of his cock.

Zac rolled his hips, matching her rhythm and introducing a little depth. She leaned forward and pressed her hands on his shoulders, giving her leverage to stroke him, adding even more depth. His eyes feasted on her tummy flexing with each thrust, her mersin escort hungry slit absorbing his cock. Her tits dangled, swaying enticingly in sync with their thrusting.

She came first. He wanted to power through her orgasm and keep going until she came at least once more, maybe twice, but her pussy pulsed so fiercely and squeezed him so tight it finished him off. They collapsed over each other, both grinning broadly.

Sheila turned out to share one more major trait with Zac: she was insatiable. There’s no other way to say it, this girl loved to fuck. She wasn’t ready for sleep yet, and Zac was always ready for another ride.

She crawled downward, heading for blowing him some more, even with a savory mix of her honey and his jizz coating his cock, but he got his face in place at her pussy first. She tried to shift herself around for 69, but he said, “No, just you right now.” She grinned at hearing her own words played back to her, but her smile melted into an blissful facial glow as he got busy on her slit. She was impressed that he didn’t seem at all repulsed that he had so recently cum there.

He just happened to do everything with his lips and tongue that she loved. When he started, she had no intention of cumming on his face. She fully meant to give him a quick minute or two down there, then get him back inside her. What he did was so perfect, though, she relaxed and settled in to enjoy the ride, impressed that he seemed to truly enjoy what he was doing.

She pulled her legs back and spread them wide apart, giving him full access. He went at her with everything he had, sucking her clit out from the soft surrounding folds, wafting his tongue softly back and forth across the swollen nub.

He switched from full contact to whisper soft, almost sensory deprivation. He vibrated his tongue as fast as it would go, barely flicking it across her button, driving it crazy, making it reach for the heavier touch it craved.

He formed his mouth into a giant ‘O,’ centered it on her clit, and sucked for all he was worth. She moaned and came hard, wave after wave crashing across her like surf on a beach, each fresh surge bigger and more intense than the one before.

She seemed to need no time to recover. She pulled him up even with her, guided his cock to her entrance, and with both hands on his hips pulled him straight in.

She stopped with him deep inside her. She held him still with her hands on his butt, rolled her hips around a bit, and rearranged her legs to where he was straddling her lower thigh with her upper leg curled around his waist. She started them up, and he found that he penetrated her even deeper. It required a different angle of thrusting but after an easy adjustment he loved it.

They began at a medium pace and built from there, adding power with every stroke. They were soon pounding into each other as hard as they knew how. She came first, her body tightening into a single unified muscle contraction. Her arms squeezed his back, her legs squeezed his waist, and her pussy squeezed his cock, pulsing orgasmic compressions across the length of his cock. His body went equally rigid, and he unloaded his own pulses deep into her. Their bodies relaxed together and they sprawled onto their backs, their arms and legs still randomly intertwined.

When they had both cooled down and resumed normal breathing, they wrapped each other in their arms and legs. They cuddled and caressed, kissed and fondled, patted and petted, and that got them going again. They went straight back to that semi-side-straddling position, and this time, having more confidence in it from the earlier practice, they were even more aggressive, fucking each other into oblivion. There was no staying awake after that one; they both fell into deep, peaceful sleep.

They both rolled over in their slumber shortly before dawn, and rediscovered each other’s naked bodies. He kissed her, intending only to relax them both back to sleep, but both their motors revved up and soon they were caressing each other, exploring each other, energizing each other. He took a handful of her ass, she cupped his balls. He traced the outline of her slit with his fingers, and she slid her hand up and down his cock, bringing it from semi-stiff to fully hard. He eased his hand up to her tit and squeezed it. She rolled onto her back, pulled him on top and directly into her.

They settled into an easy, soft, gentle pace this time, emphasizing length and subtlety over speed and power. While he stroked in and out of her, slow and delicate, he kissed her neck and she nibbled his ear. They both fell into a sensual zone, every touch heightened, every sensation rippling through them in soaring body rushes.

Sheila rolled her head back, tightly gripped his back, lifted her butt up off the mattress, and her entire body went board stiff. She pulled her lungs full of air and didn’t let any out. Zac hadn’t been near cumming yet, but her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he fell over the edge. He buried himself in her at full depth and went as rigid as she was, the only movement between them being her pussy pulsing and his cock shooting his load deep into her. It looked for a long moment as if neither one of them was going to resume breathing, but they eventually relaxed and curled up together, side by side. They were back asleep in no time.

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It was our last night at the bed and breakfast inn in the snowy mountains of Lake Tahoe. My husband, Lee and I stayed in our rustic bedroom, snuggled under the covers with deli sandwiches and glasses of wine. Beneath the twinkling pixie lights the inn keeper strung above our headboard, we huddled under the blankets to watch a movie on Lee’s tablet as the rooms didn’t have TVs but had excellent Wi-Fi. I cuddled my head onto my husband’s t-shirt covered chest, both of us naked below the waist. There was a knock at our door. We both looked up from the screen.

Lee answered with, “Enter.”

The door creaked open. My mouth nearly dropped when the couple we met in the hot tub opened the door. Steve, dressed only in pajama bottoms entered with a bottle of cognac, two glasses, and his wife in tow. Shana was dressed in a pink cotton sleep shirt that skimmed her thighs. She glanced around the rustic room which was so different than the others before her eyes settled upon me and Lee reclined against the headboard propped up on pillows.

Steve asked, “Mind if we join you?”

Lee didn’t even look my way to ask if I was okay with it.

“Sure,” he answered.

We both scooted over to allow the younger couple to crawl in with Shana coming in first. Steve crawled in after her and flipped the covers back over his legs before he uncorked the cognac. Lee grabbed our empty wine glasses from the window sill above our heads and handed them to Steve. The four of us crowded the queen size bed and Shana was pressed shoulder to shoulder with Lee. I wished that somehow I had ended up sandwiched between Lee and Steve. Steve reached over Shana and Lee to bayan escort hand me my glass of cognac.

“Thank you,” I said, politely accepting the glass.

What is the proper etiquette for conducting small talk with strangers who just crawled into your bed?

I asked, “How was skiing?”

“It was good,” answered Shana. “Lots of fresh powder.”

“The lift lines weren’t bad because it’s the middle of the week.”

After Lee received his drink, he raised his glass in a toast to which everyone followed his lead.

“To new friends,” he said.

We all smiled with sly but shy smiles before we sipped our drinks. The cognac ran smoothly down my throat, warming my belly with liquid courage.

Then Lee casually said, “So, you guys want to watch some porn?”

We all exchanged glances before nodding yes and crowded closer to Lee to view the tablet’s screen.

Lee asked, “Any requests?”

“Gang bang,” I said.

Lee looked at me as though he were learning something new about me.

“What?” I said, shrugging my shoulders before sipping my drink

“Skull fucking,” Steve said with a chuckle.

“And for you?” Lee asked looking over at Shana.

In a shy voice, she said, “Anal.”

I said, “Type it all in and see what we get.”

Lee did so and a few videos came up. From the thumbnails, we chose the one with a trashy looking blonde getting triple penetrated while three other guys waited their turn at her tanned ass. After a few minutes of watching them and spurred on by the moans and slaps from the porn’s audio, Lee began to masturbate. I glanced over to Steve’s hand moving beneath the blankets. Shana stared at the screen, enthralled by the brutal fuck porn. I set my glass on the window’s sill before moving my hand down to my pussy. My fingers felt the slickness pooling in my folds. Then Shana turned to Steve and kissed him. The two began to make out, her hair on Lee’s shoulder as they did. My eyes darted between the video and the live sex show. Shana broke away to kiss Lee which he returned with his tongue. Then Lee broke away from her and turned to kiss me. My hand caressed his face as our tongues danced within our passionate kiss. I moved the tablet from his lap to climb on top of him under the covers, kissing him madly as I pressed my tits against his hard chest. He tugged my sleep shirt over my head before I clung to him as Shana’s body bumped against ours.

The movie kept playing with sounds of skin slapping skin, a man’s lustful ‘uhhhh’ and the occasional ‘yeah, baby, suck my dick. Suck it.’ I opened my eyes to see a close up shot of a dick in the actress’ raw pink ass before the tablet disappeared in the covers between us and Shana. I moved under the covers to suck Lee’s cock. I wanted the flesh that brings me so much pleasure in my mouth. Besides, he deserves a blow job for my wonderful weekend.

I licked his balls, putting one in my mouth as I tried to fit in the second. Of all the balls I’ve ever seen, I love his the most. I licked and nuzzled them before going back to sucking his dick when I noticed Shana’s head beside me going down on Steve. Her face was buried in his dark pubes as she deep throated her husband inches from me. This motivated me to suck harder with long slurpy sucks as Lee’s hands went into my hair to massage my head. I could still hear the porn playing and looked up to see Steve holding the tablet in one hand while, watching it intently as he stroked his girlfriend’s silky hair. Lee was watching the porn as well.

My mouth let his hard dick splat up against his groin as I emerged naked from under the sheets. Lee turned his attention to me as I took his stiff erection to raise it up. I opened my puffy vagina lips to slide down his slick fleshy pole. He clenched shut his eyes as my swollen cunt surrounded his raw dick. I leaned forward to kiss him.

I whispered in his ear, “I love you.”

He kissed me before he sat me up and began to buck his hips up against me. My tits bounced in the air and I looked over to see Steve now staring at me as his girlfriend worked on his cock under the covers. I gave the boys a show. My hands went for my tits to play with by bountiful tits, sticking my tongue out to lick a nipple before gathering my hair on top of my head only to let it fall around my shoulders as I rode my husband’s cock with a face of pure ecstasy.

Shana emerged from the cover where Steve flipped her over and entered her. The two fucked vigorously in our bed. Lee and I made out. Our sex organs were too tired and sore to cum. I dismounted him and we made out like horny teens as our friends fucked beside us. Steve finally came, gripping Shana tightly as he did. They were breathing hard when he rolled off of her. With the fifteen minute video now finished, quiet had finally fallen in our room.

We all snuggled together in the bed as Lee reached up to turn off the pixie lights and fell asleep. Steve and Shana were snuggled in each other’s arms and I fell asleep amongst the small snores of three other people.

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I’m lucky when my dreams come back. Vivid and arousing to the point of unaided orgasms in my sleep. I spent last night imagining myself pressed warmly between two unknown bodies in the dark. Touching their softness. Feeling hands caress and explore me. I think its time for me to start writing again. I can feel it building up inside me, growing. It needs release.

1

“Agatha, Agatha…”

I feel myself awake. It’s dark. I lay there trying to work out what’s woken me. None of my senses respond.

It’s warm and I’m laying on top of the bed. I think. I can’t see where I am, and I can’t feel fabric covering my skin. It was probably too warm last night, and I’ve shrugged off the light sheet.

Still my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness. It’s pitch black. I can see nothing.

“Agatha,” someone touches my shoulder, “don’t move.” The voice is female, firm, familiar but indistinct.

There are other hands on me. Stroking my arms and my legs, caressing my face and running through my hair. Mmmm, that feels good. The hands on my arms and legs have a firmness that suggests I should stay where I am, in their grasp. I don’t feel any need to disagree.

The hands move around my breasts and up my legs. Others on my arms, fingers taking me in, exploring me. I feel a tingle as two, no, three then four hands begin to gently caress my breasts. Others on my stomach, and I don’t know how many caressing my legs. I feel my breath shortening and sink into the pleasure. Sensual caresses along my limbs, down across my stomach.

My neglected nipples ache. That ache echoed elsewhere in building pulses. I can feel my inner heat building and with it my need to be touched intimately…

2

I’m awake. My breathing still shallow. Don’t you just hate it when that happens before things get too interesting!

It’s still dark. I feel the heat of the dream still inside me, lace fabric hot and damp between my legs. I throw back the summer sheet and feel a cool quench my peripheral heat. But I so need to find a release for my inner heat. My fingers trace down across the lace of my chemise, brushing my nipples and generating a burst of pleasure that echoes much louder deeper within me. I need to touch and release that ache. My fingers travel lower seeking my own moist heat…

I pause, aware of movement that isn’t me. The bed moves around me. I’m not alone. Was I dreaming after all?

Hands are again touching me. Exploring me more forcefully than before, squeezing and gripping my body around and through the lace. Fingers pinching my skin, making me gasp in surprise.

My chemise pulling at me as someone takes hold of it. The sound of tearing. The delicate fabric of my chemise ripping, exposing me. I now have very little to hide my modesty (?) behind, save for my matching panties. Finding my involuntary exposure – to these strangers – incredibly arousing.

Hands taking a grip of my wrists and my ankles, holding me. So that they can do what they want with me. A pull on my hair. Yet more hands touching me where they want. Squeezing my tits, pulling on my nipples, and someone tugging that flimsy shard of panty-lace tight up into me. I can feel how wet I am. Feeling them tug it tighter against my sex in harsh pulses. My swollen nub responding with its own pleasant pulse. I can hear how wet I am. The vulnerability to their whims along with the sensation arousing me further. The thrill of being a plaything.

Someone is kissing me, soft feminine lips used with a too-long restrained hunger. Mouths hungry on my nipples as hands squeeze my large boobs tightly, the skin taught with the pressure applied. Fuck – I love having my tits squeezed like that – you can do that harder!

Hands spreading my legs wider, others on my thighs, urging my legs open. Just how many hands are there? It feels as if they are all over me. They are not being gentle with me. Do they know I need it hard?

My hair being pulled back, kisses and bites on my neck, mouths suckling eagerly at my tits. Hands on my ankles holding my legs apart, no modesty. Can they tell how wet they’ve made me?

At last, fingers touching me, pressing into me through the taught lace. Oh yes! Only a woman would know how to tease me like that! Fingers with long nails drawing slickly up either side of the tightly pulled lace shard. She does know how wet I am now, please just… She’s reading my mind. The panties are released and her fingers slide easily inside my wet heat. That’s so good, the thrill of her fingers inside me – I gasp! The slender fingers begin to squelch in and out of my aching cunt.

That gasped exclamation quickly repeated as something firm slaps my cheek. It’s owner presses it into my cheek again and I realise it’s his manhood. A nice big clean smelling cock! He slaps at my face with it again. He doesn’t need to. My mouth is already open. Give me that cock! My head tilted towards him and I feel it nudge along my tongue. I feel the familiar sensation of it at the back of my throat and I initially resist my gagging Escort Etlik reflex. Though I’m sure he enjoys the sound, so he gets it. My wet gagging seems to encourage him as he begins to fuck my mouth. I become lost in the rhythm of being used as a fuck-toy, my own cunt being finger-fucked to the same delicious rhythm.

Oh. My. Goddess. I am going to cum…

3

Fuck! It’s still dark!

I’m unable to move. My arms and legs are being held down firmly. I can feel the firm grip around each of my ankles and wrists. I find it so fucking sexy being ‘restrained’. Where I have no control over what’s going to happen, what’s done to me, or how I’m used for someone else’s pleasure. I can feel myself begin to tingle.

Opening my eyes I become aware of flickering light, as-if from a candle some way off. Figures faintly outlined around me. Five of them, holding me down and whilst I can’t see their faces they appear to be looking down on me, taking in my naked body. I’m imagining them planning what to do with me. Or in quiet private moments have they already decided what they’ll do with me?

As my eyes begin to adjust to the candle-light I see their smiles and the gleam in their eyes. They were waiting for me to join them, and I know from their faces that they know what I want. I recognise their faces. David and Sally have have come hundreds of miles but Barbara has travelled such a long way to share me. Luxx towers over me holding my wrist, but most importantly, by my side as always is my lovely Foxaloola. They allow me a moment to take this all in, along with all the beautiful intimate ink, hearts, flowers, skulls and waves. It’s only then the absence of clothes dawns on me. Well, if we’re ALL naked what could possibly go wrong?

Sally and Barbara are moving up my legs with their mouths. Definitely nothing wrong with that. Loving the kisses and gentle nips on my thighs. Each one an encouragement for me to open my thighs wider. Opening myself up to them, feeling their attention shift to the insides of my thighs. My breath slowing as they move towards my heat. I need to feel them there. Fingers stroking my already moist and engorged labia. They don’t need any encouragement to explore me. How easily those fingers slide inside me. It feels lush. A rhythm building together in my wet heat.

Then an eager mouth joining those fingers. My gaze meets those beautiful blue eyes and she knows that’s what I want. The fingers part me and I feel her mouth on me, tongue entering me, pushing deep in and probing my cervix. I feel myself shudder with delight, aware that she is now lapping hungrily at me. Each movement covering the length of my sex, finishing with a languid caress of my clit. Oh, I know you want to taste me, feel my petals open to your tongue but please keep doing that! You fuckin’ tease!

I feel the light beard brushing my jaw line and Luxx is kissing me, as he has done many times over the years. Our friend with benefits, and a generous cock, but at the moment I’m enjoying deep kisses ‘top and tail’!

Then I see David stroking himself in my peripheral vision and realise, perhaps Luxx is just warming my mouth up. Luxx moves back slightly, poised with a wicked grin inches above my lips. Then turns towards David, or rather his approaching cock. For a moment I wonder if he’s going to lick it as it passes his lips for mine. How I’d like to watch that again. Instead my tongue meets David’s swollen glans and I get to taste his pre-cum. He presses his shaft down horizontal and encourages me as I swirl my tongue around his taught glans.

The pressing tongue, or is that tongues at my sex encourages me to lick David more enthusiastically. I am being held open and my labia being pulled softly as I feel myself being probed. Entered as his cock nudges along my tongue. I close my mouth around his hardness and encourage him by sucking it deeper. Then he he begins to move, to fuck my mouth, and I relax to accommodate him. I feel hands on my tits, squeezing them hard, pulling on my nipples but I have to focus on serving this cock. Does he like that sound as he makes me gag? I love the feeling of him using me.

Then hands in my hair, pulling me away from him. Luxx’s cock looming into view, David’s sliding from my lips no matter how hard my eyes plead or I suck on him. It is quickly replaced with the warmth and more familiar shape of Luxx’s dick. He uses it a bit more aggressively, aware of how much I can take. I quickly gag but that doesn’t deter his enthusiasm beyond a brief pause to enjoy my discomfort. David rubbing his spit-slippery cock across my nipples as one of the girls, silver rings catching the light, squeezes my tits for him. The taught softness of my boobs sliding against cock, mmm! How does my nipple feel against your glans David? My nipple sliding against your pee-hole? I know I’m loving having my girlie one licked by whoever is between my legs at the moment! Her enthusiasm is delightful – Oooo yes! There’s no such thing as too much of a good thing!

Now I find two cocks fighting Etlik Escort for access to my mouth. If I was wearing lippy it would be seriously smudged. I’m not complaining but it’s been a while since I’ve sucked two at once. Usually just as a warm-up. Is it possible to please two masters? I can only try! If I had my hands free perhaps I would just rub them against each other and give them the occasional lick. What they’re doing, rubbing their slippery hardness against my face and tongue feels so decadent. I am their plaything to use. I’m not going to turn my head either way, and feeling them both swirl against my tongue is such a turn-on.

Almost taking me by surprise I feel myself begin to shudder, losing control of my ability to minister to them. My release filling the hungry mouth that continues to eat my cunt with undaunted enthusiasm.

My hair is pulled, allowing a cock to enter my mouth. Then pulled the other way as two cocks again slide against each other in my mouth. I don’t think I can open any wider. My hair firmly pinning my head allowing them to play with my mouth.

Someone straddling my belly, their moist heat pressing against me. Those beautiful blue eyes swimming into view. She is watching close-up the two cocks slipping over and within my lips. Is it as much a turn-on for you watching those two spit-coated cocks slide against each other?

My mouth is abandoned as a dark shape looms over us. A lovely soft belly comes into view, and the bodies around me shift as she positions herself, squatting over my face. I don’t recognise your jewellery but your labia are beautifully parted and distended, glistening there for me. Have you been playing with yourself, or did you get a hand? You smell divine. I know you need to be eaten, I need to taste you, lose myself in your delicious cunt.

My wish is her need too. She fills my nostrils with her delicious scent as she pauses there. I thrust out my tongue and am rewarded with my first taste of her sweetness. That must have been what she was waiting for as she sinks down into my mouth. Rubbing herself back and forth she allows my tongue to explore her blossoming petals and between. She is deliciously wet already. I lose myself and my tongue, her urgency and movements giving me access to her from her clit to her ass-hole. So fucking erotic to explore her. Does she enjoy the tip of my tongue pressing into her ass? But she needs me to minister to her clit. It feels firm against my lips as I slide my tongue under its hood and release it more directly to my attention. She encourages my swirling tongue and I enjoy being her “cunt-licking-bitch” for this exquisite moment. Yes, no “better fuckin’ lick me’ about it but I will give you what you demand from your “bitch”.

There is something sliding against my thigh. A hand, or hands. Feeling my legs being lifted, folded back and pressed down against my boobs. I know how much this exposes my sex, and I know how sopping wet I am. I’ve had that picture taken often enough. I know how delightfully slutty I look splayed open.

I feel something large sliding against my cunt, entering me easily. It sinks into my slippery hole so easily and I feel my muscles tremble slightly with the pleasure. Using my muscles to grip him. I savour the sensation of him filling me before he begins to withdraw. His cock feels beautiful in me but as always the emptiness of withdrawal makes me draw breath and sends a shudder of pleasure through me. Slowly entering me again, you’re savouring my slippery hole. Then I smell coconut, a caress around my anus. A slippery finger enters me and swirls around as I try to maintain my service of this beautiful cunt that glides against my mouth.

Then my ass is empty, then quickly something much larger is pressing against that tight hole. Gently pressure and I open for him. Sliding slowly in, pausing. Sliding deeper, deeper still, filling me.

They have both paused. I am so full, both holes stretched. I have no idea how they’ve done it but it feels so dirty in a good way. My muscles quivering with the pleasure of their hardness. She grinds her clit down against my mouth with more urgency, wanking herself off against my eager mouth. I feel those cocks pulse inside me. Then they begin to move. In and out of me. Using my holes for their pleasure. I think of them feeling the thrusts of each other’s cocks inside me. Pounding me, feeling the movement against each other. Oooo – I have never felt so full – so filled! I gasp into the grinding wet heat with each synchronised thrust into me. She’s rubbing herself against my face. She is crying out. Yes, I am her “cunt licker”! I feel her release on my face before she fills my mouth. I swallow. Them feel the swelling up spasm of two cocks stretching, cumming in me at the same time. Those shuddering jerks releasing wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. Filling me with the heat of their spunk…

4

Something disturbs me but not unpleasantly. It’s bright, coloured light even with my eyes shut, and I can hear loud rock music Etlik Escort Bayan at a distance. The air is warm and smells of beer and sweet drinks.

The bed feels different under me, firmer, hard even. So is the music, closer now. I can feel the bass playing through me, filling me with its raw energy. I feel hands in my hair, pulling.

I open eyes. I’m in a bar. Not that unusual, but I’m lying on the pool table at one end of the room. Cool smooth fabric is under me covering the baize, its transparent edges trailing over the lip of the table around me. The light is from a neon beer sign behind the wooden bar. It’s a familiar basement. So are some of the faces around me in the half light.

I’m naked. Though for the figures around me the dress code is black and shiny. ‘I choose to stay…’

There is a figure standing over me above my head, ‘devil in a black dress watching over me’ thunders around me. Her smile framed in lilac hair is beautiful but mischievous. My upside down view notes that the steel zipper on her front is pulled down to reveal her full cleavage. The tight PVC doing nothing to disguise her full nipples and their titanium piercing bars. She raises something in her tattooed hand. Warmth splashes across my breasts and stomach. I inhale the coconut, and the scent with the heat of the room remind me of sunbathing. She moves around the table dousing me with the oil. I lay there and embrace the sensation.

Completing a circuit of anointing me I hear her above the music. “Who wants her?”

Immediately the circle of figures closes in on me, accompanied by the sounds of zippers and press-studs being popped. Leather jackets are shrugged to the floor and I’m surrounded by a press of half covered tattooed flesh. Hands reaching out to touch, touch, caress my oil covered skin. So many hands touching me, exploring me, playing with me. I have no idea who they belong to. I lose myself in the slippery pleasure and the base line of the music. ‘Come here… my door is open… come inside…’

Foxaloola bending over me, “I think you’re beautiful…” and kissing me deeply.

Strong hands caressing my every erogenous zone, squeezing, gripping my slipper skin. Hands holding me down. Fingers sliding inside me. The lights of the bar pulsing in time to the eldrich music, my own pleasure rising with each wave of music, light and touch. The music gets faster, more urgent and so does the slippery exploration of my body. Fingers in me, squelching in and out, filling and stretching me. Something easily entering my ass and joining the rhythm. More fingers. Others squeezing and pulling at me, tugging at my tits. Slaps landing on my tits. On my thighs, my mons. I shudder with the intensity.

I realise that many of those surrounding me are also giving themselves, and others, pleasure. Hands rubbing unashamedly between their parted legs, so many cocks being stroked around me. I feel them being rubbed against me, my slippery tits getting the most attention. Realising from some of the shuddering touches that their pleasure is close to climaxing. Tables and chairs around me being used as platforms to watch me and masturbate from.

Feeling three narrow fingers slide into me forcefully I gasp! She smiles, kneeling between my open thighs, pumping her partner’s cock in her other hand. Her tits shuddering between the open front of her painted leather jacket with her double efforts. She finger-fucks my cunt with a growing intensity. Her wet slapping speeding up with the rising tempo of the music, warm shudders of pleasure building uncontrollably within me.

I can’t help it. I scream with the pleasure and spray both of them with warm spurts of my pleasure. I see him cum, jerking in her hand and splashing her with his spunk. I float in the intensity of the pleasure. I hold an image of his spunk running down her leather sleeve.

The brief sensation of being swung over someone’s knee, my hair pulled. Sharp smacks on my arse. Fingers exploring me from behind. More spanking as I try to orientate myself.

I rest against the slippery table top and feel the rope being bound around me. Down and under, around and around, down and under. Now my breasts squeezed in its tight grip, my flesh taught with the pressure. My nipples aching hard with the pressure. Steel clamps being attached. Pleasure being applied…

I lie still, slippery on the plastic covered table, rope binding me tight. My breathe grasped against my excitement. Figures merging all around me, shifting above me. I relish the feeling their touch envelope and explore me.

She is half standing over me in nothing but a short skirt and buckled heels. Her hand rubbing between her thighs. I lie there mesmerised as she wanks over me. Her thighs begin to shudder and she releases a stream of hot fluids over me, collapsing in the process. Thanking me with wet clumsy kisses.

Rolling off me, my lilac maiden moves above me. Kissing me briefly she turns around so that she can plant tender kisses on my swollen womanhood, her own sex descending on my face. My senses enveloped on her perfume, her taste. She inserts and finger and continues to lap at me. I follow her lead, encouraging her. Wanking each other with 1, 2, 3 and then 4 fingers. Enjoying a chorus of my favourite squelching slaps.

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I was so busted.

Evangeline, Eva as she preferred to be called, had cleaned my room immaculately for the last week and a half and I tipped her better than I ever had tipped anyone. She was different. A demeanor Like royalty.

On day one she thanked me profusely for the tip and carefully tucked it into her back pocket.

“That’s going straight into my home-going fund,” she had said. “I’m going home and taking my kids to see their grandparents for the first time.”

In fact, I had gotten so comfortable with her coming in regularly at the same time each day as I immersed myself writing, that I totally spaced out on looking around this time to make sure the place was safe for her eyes.

Now, though, I was so busted.

She turned and looked at me, eyes wide, then involuntarily back at my computer screen. The screensaver was flitting through the most torrid fucking and sucking I had in my extensive porn collection.

I blushed, grinned, and started to slink past Eva to lower the screen.

She put her hand on my chest to stop me, and turned back to the screen. With her other hand, she reached to the keyboard with astonishing computer savvy and froze the current picture on the screen.

I covered my eyes with my hand and groaned. A plain-looking, but naturally very pretty disheveled woman teased a massive cock with her mouth slightly open, her sparkling green eyes looking up into the guy’s face.

Eva kept her hand on my chest, letting it slip only slightly down as she stared at the image for the longest seconds I had ever experienced. Her eyes moved over the scene in what at first was overt shock, then slowly softened into wonder, then one corner of her mouth turned up slightly, reminding me of the glorious young Gloria Estefan in one of her more alluring album covers.

“She’s pretty, you know.” Eva’s voice belied much higher education than one would suspect.

She forgot her hand was on my chest as she instinctively flicked the forward arrow to unfold the sex sequence.

I reached unconsciously but cautiously to take her hand when her fingers started to slip lower on my chest than I thought safe or wise – especially given I had been tweaking a story I wanted to try to submit to the Literotica erotic literature site; I suspected any sort of touch or motion near my stomach or lower could result in even more embarrassing repercussions. Besides, I knew where this sequence of photos was going.

And Eva waded right into the suck-off scene, one of my favorites because the couple seemed so engaged, so willing, so happy in their fucking. But, yeah, the final cumshot scenes were graphic and – well – pretty hot to a guy too long isolated on the road, writing equal portions of travel articles, research articles, and erotica. So, yeah, I was pretty red-faced.

Point is, Eva didn’t move her hand when I grabbed it. She didn’t seem to know I was holding it for the longest.

Penning Freer, owner of a painfully uncontrollable imagination and voracious sexual appetite, smelled perfume on Eva’s wrist and it sent shock waves through the senses.

I didn’t let go of her hand, nor did she withdraw it.

Eva watched mesmerized, cocking her head a time or two so her short-cropped jet black bangs shifted across her forehead.

Eva turned to me with eyes wide and pupils covering almost her entire eye surface. I couldn’t interpret the look in those wide dark eyes but it was close to wonder, to understanding, to rapt fascination, to almost motherly empathy for gaziantep escortları my loneliness and need, and more – much more – than just a hint of a lifelong lover’s arousal. All in a single look.

Let’s see if I am covering this: before now she was Evangeline, Eva, the sweet girl woman who cleaned my room but stood poised like a princess – so out of place, yet so perfectly comfortable and competent in doing such a simple job.

Now, before me, looking up at me, she was five feet two inches, holding my hand, beautifully groomed and daintily dressed in denims and white cotton top. Plain and exotic. Black hair shiny, bouncy, lips full, teeth strong, straight, capable of fighting and tearing food to provide nutrients so she could sustain her small, nubile life and protect her kids.

And she smelled of clean and light perfume – simple but selective aroma. And she smiled with only one edge of her full lips raised – half-smile, a bemused grin. A grin that spoke of parents well-heeled in culture and diplomacy.

“I am going to kiss you now, Penning Freer, room fourteen sixty nine. If you don’t want me to, you need to say so now.” It was one of the few complete sentences I would ever hear her say.

She reached on her tip toes and brought her wide open eyes and half-smile lips several inches up to mine and hovered there before she let our lips touch. She breathed in my mouth first, tasting my air and letting me taste hers. It was fresh and buoyant and intoxicating.

I remember no kiss. Only sweet air from her lungs mixing with mine and soul wine spit mixing with mine. Real as your guts. Deep as the ocean descending once one sails westerly out of Guantanamo Bay.

Sometime in this fully clothed soul fuck I lifted Eva like a rag doll, still attached to her lips. Her legs swung back once, then swung back into me and spread, circled my legs just below my skinny ass, and locked around me, ankles clasped.

I walked her to the still unmade bed, one slow step at a time, as though moving slow would not scare her.

She wasn’t scared.

I leaned forward with her wrapped around my body with no balance problem at all – her weight was nothing to me. She fit like an extension of my body. I set her down on her back, her legs still locked around me like a gift ribbon holding a package only to entice, but not to really contain the present.

Remember, once her hand touched my chest, our bodies never parted.

I climbed aboard and straddled her legs, my denim scratching hers.

My hands shook like the cup holder on a Harley handlebar at ignition but I got every button on her blouse undone without tearing a single one.

Now finally she held her arms free so I could lift off her blouse. She lifted her torso like a gymnast and took off her plain but fashionable bra herself and just held it in her hands as she put her arms back around my neck, letting the soft material caress my face while she reached her tongue to caress my breath some more.

I was hungry to make love with Eva my room wife, so I excused myself abruptly and backed up to put my feet on the ground and very clumsily, but effectively, I tugged my boots off, then my socks, then unbuckled my belt, undid the Levis buttons, and lifted one leg at a time out, peeling each down like a plantain, throwing the mess of cloth away from me.

Eva didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched me like a prize and smiled her smile with a half-twist, in wonder at this thing that was happening.

I forgot I hadn’t put on underwear. When I got my jeans off there was nothing but my cock dangling there in front of Eva, growing but still not overdone due to the undressing effort.

Eva started undoing her jeans buttons when I came forward to her again. She lifted her bottom for me and clutched the mussed sheets so I could tug them off of her perfectly form-fitted ass and legs.

“I want to go down there so bad,” I whispered, loud. “I don’t expect you to do anything with me at all.” She just kept smiling and nodded ever so slightly, and let me slide her panties off.

Her pussy was beautiful, perfectly sculpted and shaved clean with a sliver of hair above. Her cunt lips were rich, engorged, puffed, a shine starting in the crevice. She watched me look at her pussy, then she looked down to see as much of what I was adoring as she could see.

I just snuggled in between her knees then and went straight to eating Eva’s pussy.

Now she made sounds.

Her perfumed hands drifted to my head, my hair, my ears, my neck, my trembling back as far as her shorter arms could reach.

She lifted her bottom for me and held herself open so I could get at her.

She never closed her eyes. I know because I kept looking from her pussy to her face, watching her watch me.

I loved her taste. God I loved what moisture filled her body and coated her cunt, and seeped into my teeth. I really tried to drink her, to get her girl cum into my body. I wasn’t lying to her – I was doing this for me, not her. She knew that.

“Hey, Penning Freer, that feels really, really, really nice. God, my boy, you are doing me so good. So good you are making me feel.”

I don’t recall the time stuff and I don’t really remember the details of her finish except for heavier breathing, a delicious whimpering, a breathy muffled sort of “fuck me, eat me,” in her distinctive low gutteral tone and sub-tropical dialect, and a satisfying thrashing and convulsing cunt, dumping tons of wetness in my mouth, on my face, and pouring it out to me purposefully, feeding me her wet, rich inner self to perhaps keep forever.

Oh, yes, and she held my face and fucked my mouth when she came. She really tried to put her pussy in my mouth and she smeared herself on my lips and across my face, painting me hers.

She collapsed back, her diminutive royal frame exhausted with her life circumstances, her eyes finally shut, her mouth corners finally symmetrical on both sides.

I think she had not had this happen for a long, long, long time and I think she missed it, and I think it felt good to her. I wanted it to.

I stayed between her thighs, my cheek resting on her wet pussy hair, my nose inhaling her deeper inner body for who knows how long.

I think she finally woke and gently guided me off her legs and onto my back.

She pushed me flat and spread her petite body onto mine like butter on hot toast, upside down, crawling leisurely down my chest, my torso, reaching my cock with her mouth about the same time her pussy inched past my chin.

She lowered her knees on either side of my face so her ass was slightly raised, so I could look into both her girl holes, touch them if I wanted, lick them if I wanted, or just longingly stare unabashed and unimpeded into her nakedness.

She had my dick so beautifully. I have no way of describing her, whether she was good at it, experienced, hot, what? Who cared? It was just Evangeline doing sudden love, rich love, as only she could have.

I just let her take me in her mouth and I slid in and out while she sucked me. She didn’t do any trick or anything fancy. She just sucked me. Her head moved up and down with her rhythmic sucking, making her tits slide up and down my chest, and making her ass go in little circles, lazily, right before my eyes. I touched her beautiful ass rim really, really delicately and watched it clench at my touch and watched her freshly eaten pussy contract with my light touch on and into her lower hole, squeezing out yet more drops of her heated pussy oil for my her-hungry tongue.

I didn’t feel like, or bother to warn her when I started to come. I made no effort at all to pull away from her mouth. I just let her suck me until I shuddered and gasped and grabbed her ass tight with both hands and buried my face in her bottom, and then I let myself empty into her mouth.

She took my insistent semen without any hesitation. I felt that tight enclosed suction of a mouth determined to keep and swallow what I had, all I had. I felt her regular breathing, I felt no release of lips throughout my emptying. She stayed on me and either swallowed, or licked up every bit of me that spilled, then finally dropped her face to my thigh, and sighed contentedly.

I nudged her up finally and brought her back to me, face to face with me, and I held her tight, smelling that powerful mouth, cum, pussy, cock, spit, perfume, sweat, fuck smell that one never forgets, and that makes one forever indebted to Eros and completely committed to sharing love in words with others.

Then we fucked when we were ready. I didn’t ask. She didn’t ask. I just settled between her legs and she opened for me. We nodded safe sex questions that words can only ruin. I raised my eyebrows and looked deep into her dark liquid half-smile eyes. She nodded her head and raised her eyebrows and looked deepest into my starving eyes. I nodded my safety into her eyes. We nodded safety and worthiness to fuck together. We moved close to fuck each other.

What do I need to say about this? Just that edging through her tight, grasping nerve muscles, centimeters beyond her richly moistened cunt lips into her body will never leave my mind and will measure every thought of entering a woman I’ll ever have in my life – and I write a lot of nasty stories.

* * * *

Dear Evangeline (Eva),

I know you forever. I keep you safe in my heart.

I love the pictures of little Che and adorable little Maria snuggling into their grandfather’s arms, their grandmother’s lap, cavorting in the same fields in which you grew up and played and worked when you were that child.

Remember, my dear, I loved Cuba, too. I dove and snorkeled the sparkling clear waters and drove a small boat as far up Guantanamo River as my type was allowed, often gazing far beyond the peligro sign separating my world from yours, somehow perhaps suspecting you worked and played in your father’s fields scarcely a few hundred miles from my boat.

Please never mention, or ask me again about the money I sent you with, dollar or peso. I have far, far too much money and I would always want to send you more – holding you and yours safe until we can openly cross those barriers again.

Using only the special phone I sent you, or letters through only the messenger who delivered you this letter, send me the signal when it is time, my princess.

Ask me what you will and for what you will. When it is time, you and your whole family will return by much the same way we sent you back to your homeland.

I hold you. I taste you. I smell you. I wear you like a crown always.

I Write You.

Always,

Penning

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I was a senior in college and going through a very tough time. My boyfriend of 6 years had just broken up with me and I was very distraught. I swear that I was crying to my mother on the phone every day for two weeks. Nothing could cheer me up…My best friend Kelly insisted that we should go to Florida for spring break and go wild. She promised me that it would get my mind off things. I remember watching an Aerosmith video where two girls go on a road trip and participate in a “amateur night” at a strip club. Kelly shouted “That’s us on spring break honey!!”. I was like, “Yeah right” thinking to myself what sluts those girls were. I didn’t feel like going but my Mom insisted that I go and said it would be good for me, (little did she know).

Kelly and I were in Florida arriving at our hotel, before I knew it. I remember seeing all these tan guys without shirts while we were checking in. Kelly pinched me and whispered in my ear, “We’re gonna have fun”. I forced a smile feeling kind of nervous. We got to our room and it was awesome. It was set up like a town house with a bedroom upstairs and a balcony looking over the pool.

We put on our bikinis and went down to the bar at the pool and insisted we enter the dance contest. I was at the bar getting us drinks while she entered us into the contest. I remember my scantily clad body being squeezed between these guys jostling for beer. It was very weird, as my boyfriend, (well…ex-boyfriend) would always bring me beer. I’ve never felt another guys skin on mine and remember blushing.

Kelly was always a knockout and always had guys hitting on her. I always remember her calling her boobs the “guy magnets”. I was also jealous of her beautiful blonde hair which she could wear in 100 different ways. She always said that she was jealous of my hair which was thick dark and naturally curly and my lips which she said guys loved because they were perfect “blowjob” lips. I am short and very Italian with dark eyes and olive skin. I often heard guys at parties talk about my ass. So I always gaziantep escortlar felt rather confident about myself especially since I didn’t have the need to impress other men.

We instantly met these four guys at the bar and started partying with them. Kelly seemed to get really chummy with one of the guys named Tom and entered the dance contest with him. This guy Chris argued with another guy Tim over who was going to dance with me…so I busted their chops and asked their other friend Josh while they were arguing.

We were out on the floor and the DJ said “LETS SEE SOME GRINDING OUT THERE”. I remember Kelly sticking her cute little ass against Tom’s crotch and start wiggling. I was laughing saying “oh my God” when Josh grabbed my ass and pulled it against his crotch. I could feel his cock against my ass and I was a little embarrassed thinking that everyone was watching me but as I looked around everyone on the crowded dance floor seemed to be doing much more erotic things. So I just went along with it. Josh held my hand when we walked off the dance floor and it felt really weird but good.

Last call came and went and all six of us ended up in our town house room. The guys brought tons of beer. We were dancing and drinking in the living room when I noticed Kelly and Tom slip away upstairs. I knew what she was going to do and it made me a little uncomfortable.

While we were playing drinking games Chris shouted laughingly, “Hey Josh is this one of your movies!” pointing at the TV. Josh told Chris to shut up. I looked at the TV and saw that they had one of those hotel porn movies on. Chris then yelled back, “Oh yeah, that’s right I forgot…all your chicks are fat”. I laughed nervously asking what the hell they were talking about. Tim said that Josh was the filming director for a porn movie company. I said “No way!!” looking at Josh while laughing. He shook his head yeah. I thought he was bullshitting.

We all watched the movie and kept drinking. Chris said “Hey Linda, that chick looks like you!” Tim said, “Holy shit she does look like you” and they all laughed. Surprisingly enough she did look like me as she pulled off her blouse and knelt in front of two guys and started fondling their cocks. I stared in awe as she took both cocks in her mouth. She kept looking up smiling at the guys and seemed to really enjoy what she was doing. I suddenly noticed that everyone was silent. So I decided to break the ice and say, “This girl is an amateur!” everyone laughed. I turned around and Chris stood up right next to me pulled out his cock in his hand laughing and said “oh yeah Prove it baby”. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I covered my mouth with my hand laughing. Josh said, “Don’t be a dink put that TINY thing away”. I couldn’t believe what I did next…I reached out and grabbed it and said, “It’s so cute” They all laughed at Chris and I saw his look of total embarrassment and I felt a little bad. The vision of the woman in the porn movie combined with the thought of my “perfect blow-job lips” ran through my mind. Again I could not believe my actions. I stroked Chris’s cock slowly and said with a pouty lip, “Don’t listen to them…at least your man enough to show it to me” and I slowly kissed the tip of his cock then slowly sucked it into my mouth.

Chris said, “Holy shit” and grabbed my hair as I slurped up and down his cock. I kept envisioning that woman smiling in the porn movie as I ran my tongue all over his cock. I think it was then that I had realized that I had never even seen another mans cock, let alone suck on one. I started to laugh and smile at Chris when I felt another cock rubbing against my cheek. I looked up and smiled at Tim as I grabbed his cock and said, “I told you she was an amateur” as I swallowed his cock too. I was getting the ultimate revenge on my boyfriend and it felt so good.

Josh appeared on the other side of me and I felt him rubbing his cock through my hair on the back of my neck. I remember alternating between the three cocks, sucking and stroking each while smelling sex and suntan oil.

All of a sudden Chris started saying that he was cumming and the other two guys moved away not wanting to get hit by his cum. My boyfriend only came in my mouth once and thought it was not appropriate and refused to kiss me afterwards. I always finished him off by jerking him off. So I grabbed Chris’ cock and started jerking faster and faster…he said “Open your mouth!! Open your mouth” I looked up at him not knowing exactly what he wanted. I slowly opened my mouth and jets of sperm rifled to the back of my throat. I instinctively swallowed and shut my mouth when more cum splashed over my lips and nose. He pushed his cock past my lips and continued to spurt cum into my mouth. I thought he wouldn’t stop. I had a mouth absolutley full of cum. I slowly swallowed and was surprised that I enjoyed the feeling of that thick coating down my throat. I pulled his cock out and wiped all the cum off my face with it and licked it off. I looked up at him in the eyes and moaned “hmmmmmm”

I turned around to see Josh walking over to me jerking wildly. He grabbed my hair and the instant he put his cock in my mouth it exploded. I could feel my cheeks fill up with more salty sperm. Each time I swallowed my cheek would be filled up with another gulp. Finally he subsided and I slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He fell backward and said, “Holy Christ your hot”.

I looked around to see Tim sitting back in a chair jerking off smiling at me saying, “Im next” without a word I crawled over to him like a cat looking at him with my pouty “blow job lips”. I took Tim’s cock in my mouth. I could here him utter the same words of joy as the others had did. Tim grabbed my hair with both hands and started groaning. I sucked harder and harder then received my reward. I felt the sperm rush all over and under my tongue. I pulled his cock out and jerked it watching geysers of cum rush over my lips and nose. Then once more I used a cock to wipe off my face.

I slowly stood up wiping my face and chin while laughing and asking for a beer…That’s when Josh said…how would you like to earn $1000.00 for a repeat performance?

…to be continued

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You lost the game, and you are now mine for the night. I can see the slight trepidation as you come towards me, but you remember only that the prize for the winner was to have the loser in a position of their choice. I don’t think you will be expecting what I have planned. You thought you were going to win, the game was going all your way and your eyes gave away the thoughts you had of controlling me, but a late surge took away that right.

We embrace, and kiss hungrily. You are wearing what I asked – the flowing silk skirt, tight blouse and high heels with hold-ups. Nothing else. Nipples clearly visible through the blouse, aroused as we continue our passionate kissing. Tongues fighting for space, teeth grazing lips and hands roaming around bodies. You can feel my hardness growing between us as I roam over your ass cheeks, lifting the skirt and sliding it over the naked flesh beneath. Breaking away I gaze at the bullets of your nipples as the push the fabric out, hard points of sensitive flesh, I tweak your right one making you shiver.

I lead you to a low chair, and bend you forwards over it. You reach down to support yourself at precisely the right place on the chair arms. Before you realise it I have closed the straps of the cuffs around your wrists, effectively pinning you in that exposed position. Your face shows slight alarm, but I smile and move to your calves. Lightly sliding my fingers around each one, I ease your legs apart and you oblige, thinking you know what I am doing. Quickly I close the two cuffs around your ankles. You are now fixed in place, no movement other than your head and upper body. You are mine to take in any way I want, and I will.

I lift your skirt, you try to see what I am doing but you can’t. I expose you cheeks and rear hole, the stocking tops highlighting the smooth pale flesh leading to your honey pot. I reach between your spread thighs, you are already soaked. Your pussy lips are dripping, and I have barely touched you. My fingers play lightly with your outer lips, and you squirm, trying to get me to move them in. That’s not for now. I slide my finger between your outer lips, admiring the silky feel caused by the flowing juices I am now trailing up to your tight, puckered rear hole. This is to be filled first, though you are yet to know it. I tease, fetching more of your own juices before easing my finger in. You groan and say ‘No, really, not there??!’ but I continue. With my finger in to the knuckle, I move it around, widening and stretching the hole ready for something else.

I take out the 5 inch plug and push it quickly into your waiting cunt, surprising you, making you cry out with a little pleasure. Its gone almost immediately, and I take my finger out or your rear hole, momentarily leaving you entirely empty. Then slowly but insistently I push the plug into your waiting ass. You cry out again, telling me no, straining but actually escort bayan gaziantep taking it all in until with a pop, the flange is settled against your cheeks. You call me a few names, but as I roll the plug around, you gasp as the pleasant sensations it creates hits you. Better, I ask, and you nod, submissively.

My fingers start work again, your flowing cunt lips giving you away. You are aroused, no matter how much you say no. Finally, I plunge not just one, but three fingers between those slick lips. Gasps from your lips are replaced with moans as my fingers play around inside your love tube, seeking out but never quite finding that elusive spot. Your cunt is full, I can feel the ridges of the plug through your membrane and the extra pressure is driving you mad. Bringing my fingers out I use your own juices to lubricate the hood of your clitoris. Light, slick rubbing brings the hood back and the clit out. You are writhing now, gently cursing me under your breath, as you can’t get away from this insistent rubbing, all the time aware of your very full ass. You are about to get fuller.

I fetch the vibrator, especially selected for this moment. Its not too wide, but long and ridged, veined in the way some men’s cocks are. You have no idea what is happening, you can’t see but only feel the first solid push as I place the head at your wet and wide entrance. You gasp, and tell me no, you can’t take more. You can and will. I push harder and get the first couple of inches in, and you let out a loud groan as a mini-orgasm takes you by surprise. I don’t let you recover. I keep pushing this hard intruder in and out, filling your second hole like its never been filled before. You are trying to get away from this fake cock, but you can’t. Even through the length of it, I can feel the plug. Finally, I get the vibrator as far in as it will go. Time to fuck you with it, and I start to do so. Slowly at first. The full length almost out, and back in but I quickly get into a rhythm and begin to pound harder and longer with each stroke. You are screaming at me now, its too much for you, but I keep going. You are trying to sway your hips away but the little movement I left you doesn’t make it easy. Suddenly you let out a yell, your muscles clench around the cock so hard I stop moving it as you come in an almighty wave. Bucking against your bonds, you finally subside.

I take off my trousers and shorts. Holding on to the end of the vibrator, I come round to your head. My cock is standing proud in front of me, as hard as I have had it. I have been aroused by what I have done and seen, and know I am close to orgasm myself on this alone. I tell you to suck, all holes to be filled at once. Your face, damp with perspiration from your recent orgasm, looks at me and smiles. You open your lips and I slide my solid member into your waiting mouth. I am trying to maintain a grip on the vibrator. I haven’t touched your heaving breasts, they are for another day. Your lick and suck at my cock for all you are worth, your once spoken dream having been fulfilled but not perhaps when you expected it. I am pushing forward now, almost fucking your lips as I approach my orgasm. Without warning you I tense, and cum powerfully. Its the strongest orgasm I have had, the tension from the game all driven into it. I pulse in your mouth and you try to swallow the liquid gushing out of me. Finally I stop, and ease out of your mouth. A small dribble of white leaves your lips, the only sign I have just filled your mouth with my cum.

You smile, and say thanks as I undo the bonds. You have never lost an item of clothing, and in smoothing the skirt into place, you look as you did when you entered the room.. except for the glow. A cat that just got the cream….

… but a cat that is still mine for the rest of the night. Although I have taken the vibrator out, your ass is still full with the plug I eased in there earlier, and you turn to ask me to take it out. I smile and shake my head, not until I have finished with you I say, stepping towards you. You remain clothed but I am semi-naked, my spent cock beginning to twitch at the thought of the next stage. I remind you that the loss of control was for the night, not for one orgasm, and I motion you to kneel.

You smile slightly, but do as you are told. I order you to get me hard again, and you take my cock between your lips. You are good, and you know it. Lips close around the length of it, hands slide gently around my balls as you suck hard on my flesh. I feel it growing harder again. Your tongue is lapping furiously at the head of my cock, growing it inside your mouth, letting it get harder and longer as you fondle my balls and slide a finger around the sensitive flesh between my cock and ass.

I stop you, I want to cum elsewhere this time. I force you onto your hands and knees and then surprise you by lying down and sliding underneath you. Your glorious, firm breasts and hanging in their full glory. Hard, large nipples are straining at the tight blouse and I reach up and bite one. You gasp, and pull away, but immediately come back to position and lower the other one to my waiting, hungry teeth, almost silently begging me to do it again. I oblige, taking the full nipple between my teeth, tugging and teasing, pulling it down and stretching the flesh until you writhe above me. I work hard with my mouth, moving between breasts, wetting the fabric of your blouse until the flesh is almost visible through it. As I take more and more of your full breast into my mouth, I work my hand under the skirt and slide it up your thigh to the top of the hold-ups. You are soaking, dripping wet again, the vibrator did its work. I push my three fingers back in, the angle means they hook around and into you, my thumb tweaking you clit.

You are gasping and moaning, wanting me to do more. Finally I stop my biting, and take my fingers out of your sopping folds of slick flesh. Keeping you knelt I raise up the skirt and fest my eyes on your magnificent ass. I can see the flange of the plug nestled firmly between the globes of your cheeks. You sway as I stroke those cheeks, reaching for the vibrator to tease at the mouth of your love tube, your cunt… I have never used that word before, but in this game it seems so appropriate, and you breathe sharply in as I say it aloud. I am teasing the plug base, and now sliding the vibrator in between your cunt lips again. This time its easy, you ease back onto to it, all thought of fighting it forgotten as you remember the pleasure the fullness brought. Its going to get fuller, but you are not yet aware of it.

My raging cock is reacting to what I am doing, and is now fully hard but with the advantage of having cum I know I can last longer this time. I take you the plug, drawing a disappointed sigh from you as it pops out past the now stretched ring at the entrance to your rear hole. As I slide the vibrator in a little further I tell you to grab the end and start to do yourself with it, I want to watch as you reach underneath you to fill your own cunt with this toy. I also want to prepare. As you play hard with yourself I ease a shiny, black condom onto my steaming hot cock. I position the head of my cock between your ass cheeks, and you turn your head, wondering what I am doing.

Yes, I say, you are about to lose your ass’s virginity, do you have a problem?? Shall I stop and take all the toys and my cock away?? You shake your head, face forward and lift your ass a little further for me as I push the head of my solid member into the waiting hole. You yell that its not going to go… but I push and sure enough, the head pops past the ring loosened by the plug. Groans from your lips, you remember to keep playing with the vibrator but I know that’s going to get harder. You collapse slightly onto your elbow, raising you ass into a perfect position and I push a couple more inches in, feeling the toy in your cunt but not exploding myself yet. You feel so tight, yet so good as I move in and out, going further in each thrust as your breathing gets shorter and shorter. Finally I seem to be all the way in, your ragged breath tells me you are enjoying this more than you ought to.

I start to pound away and you let go of the vibrator and fall onto both arms, yelling at me to stop, to go harder, to do anything to make you come. I can already feel my cum beginning to boil, the tightness of your rear hole is fantastic on my hard cock. You scream again, and cum, clenching me with the muscles of your ass as wave after wave takes over you. Its too much and I explode again, pulsing and throbbing in your tight ass as I fill the condom with my second load of cum in less than an hour.

I ease out and raise you up, taking you gently and kissing those fantastically talented lips. Your turn next time, I am all yours…..

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I ride the bus to work every day, and it’s a pretty long ride into Seattle; traffic is always bad, but the other day something happened that changed the way I’ll think about riding the bus forever.

I had some work to catch up on so I left very early in the morning. It was still quite dark when I got on the bus, and there weren’t many people on it. I took a seat towards the back hoping to catch a little nap since it takes at least an hour to get to work.

When the bus stopped again a guy sat with me who was pretty cute and his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled at me and said good morning. He was pretty big, and wore a goatee, he had a kind of rugged face, and broad shoulders, and his voice was just dreamy. He settled into the seat, politely leaving me room, and put on his headphones, sat back and closed his eyes. I’m not quite sure what it was, maybe his cologne, maybe his voice, or those eyes, but I felt a stirring between my legs that I couldn’t ignore.

I had worn a nice dress that day that showed off my legs, and my favorite sandals that showed off my pretty feet, and I saw him take this all in before he closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply and kind’ve smiled as if he could smell my wetness, and then he began doing the most amazing thing. He started doing some sort of massage to his hands that just had me spellbound.

That’s when I noticed how big and rugged his hands were, and I watched as the big fingers pressed into the flesh of the opposite hand in the most erotic manner I had ever seen, I had to stifle a moan. I don’t know what it was, but I suddenly wanted so badly for those fingers to touch my aching pussy.

I couldn’t believe it! A complete stranger and here I was silently begging him to touch my pussy with those big fingers. Wanting nothing more than to feel them open me up and stir the juices that were kütahya escort welling up inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as his hands kneaded each other seductively, the huge thumb caressing the palm of the opposite hand as if it were deep inside me.

He had to notice the way I was wiggling around on that seat as the bus roared out onto the highway and the vibrations sent me to another level of euphoria. But then the bus driver turned off the overhead lights and it seemed that my show was over. I tried to close my eyes and take that nap, but here just inches away was the object of my sudden desire, seething of sexuality. I could feel the heat coming off him, and I let my leg drift over and touch his. He didn’t move his leg and I could feel the hard muscles under his jeans against my softness.

The bus jolted to a stop then and looking out I saw that we were in quite a traffic jam. In the dim light I could see him look out at the traffic and settle back, knowing as I did that this was going to be a very long ride. I made like I was settling in as well and slowly pressed more of myself against him, pretending to drift off to sleep.

I moved just so and my left breast was brushing against the back of his big arm. Sending electric shocks through my hard nipple as the bus bounced along slowly. I couldn’t believe I was practically accosting this man. Had it been the other way around I probably would have been outraged. Yet here I was answering my own animal urges and throwing caution to the wind.

I pretended to sleep now resting my head right against his shoulder. He didn’t move just continued his hand massage, and I could feel the muscles moving as his hands squeezed and released. The lust got the better of me and in my “sleep” I just kind’ve wrapped my hands around his arm, malatya escort I didn’t have anything to lose and I figured he would just push me away if he didn’t like it, but he didn’t, he just moved a little to make me more comfortable. What a nice guy.

My pussy was throbbing now and I didn’t care now. I gently tugged his hands apart and brought that big strong hand between my legs as I spread them wider to give him access. He hesitated only momentarily until I blatantly pressed the thick fingers to my burning pussy.

After that I didn’t have to do anything, he knew just what to do. In fact he knew better than I, what my pussy needed. At first he just traced the lips of my pussy through my soaking panties, ever so slowly he caressed the tender skin at the edges of my panties. He seemed to know just where to touch to bring the most pleasure to me. I just slid down further into the seat and held onto his big strong arm as I began to feel the orgasm coming, his fingers dancing over my clit.

He finally, slowly, tugged my wet panties out of the way and gently opened the folds of my pussy, wetting the tips of his fingers in my juices and using it to lubricate my clit. He stroked the underside of my clit with the tip of his finger and slid it down into my soaking vagina. Back and forth it went, a little deeper each time, slowly working it’s way back up to my clit and then back down again.

I started to clench up with my orgasm when he stopped and whispered to me to breathe with a long exhale of his own, his other hand caressed my face against his arm and I began to breathe with him. Slowly he began to draw the juices out of me again, pressing gently against the top of my opening and sliding the finger out and up to my clit, circling the throbbing tip and then sliding it’s way back down batman escort just inside.

Whenever I tried to hold my breath and push out my orgasm he would stop and breathe deeply, silently telling me to breathe, and as I began to breathe again he would caress me again. Suddenly out of nowhere I began to come all over his hand, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

He continued to stroke me making me come it seemed continuously. Still breathing very slowly and deeply as if guiding me he slipped a second big finger inside me and stirred them around, the two fingers as big as any penis I had ever had in me, making me come even more. It was everything I could do to not scream at the top of my lungs.

clung to his strong arm and dug my nails into it as orgasm after orgasm rolled over me like a truck. I lost count of how many times I came or how long he did this to me, I just know that this man had made me come with his two fingers probably more times than I had ever come in my whole life all together.

It had to have been over an hour and a half that I had come almost continuously. I almost started to weep as I clung to him. I don’t know if anyone could see, I really didn’t care if they did, but he was so discreet, as if he’d done this a hundred times before.

I guess somewhere there we had made it to Seattle and just before the lights came on he gently removed his fingers from my pussy, caressed it softly and straightened my panties, smoothed my skirt with the back of his hand and smiled down at me and licked his fingers lightly and smiled. As the lights came on I regained my composure and somehow removed myself from his lap basically.

Suddenly I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t believe I had just done that, and to look at him you would’ve thought he had just had a nice nap, as he rolled up his headphones and put his radio away, ran his fingers, still covered with my juices through his hair and beard and prepared to get off the bus.

He smiled at me and winked and hopped off the bus into the darkness. I haven’t seen him since then, but every time I get on that bus now I can’t help but wonder if he’ll show up again.

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It was nearly quitting time. I was in the new Nurse Administrator’s office installing her monitor and had just finished checking it out when she came in. I had heard that she was coming but really hadn’t expected her to arrive until the entire new wing of the hospital had been ready. For a brief moment I wondered if I was on schedule but quickly dropped that notion. When I had accepted the contract to install the electronics in the new facility, I had estimated eight weeks, this was only the third.

The nurses from the main complex had constantly interrupted me ever since my arrival but even with all that, I had managed to stay on schedule. Now to see the staff beginning to arrive and set up shop had me a bit edgy.

I was almost done when she walked in. I tried avoiding eye contact and was just hooking up the last connections when she came over and sat on her desk.

I couldn’t avoid looking at her now and my breath actually caught in my throat. Even though she was wearing one of those business suites women execs wear, her body was something to behold. I don’t think her waist was more then twenty-two or three inches and her hair was done in a sort of medium shag. Her hair was a dark auburn and as she turned her head the red strands glistened in the light. Her eyes were hypnotic; so light a gray green as to seem almost without color. I imagine she stood no more than five foot seven and that was with spike heels.

Her jacket covered a white satin blouse that was buttoned up to her throat but was snug enough to display breasts that I estimate to be nestled in a C bra cup. And she was making me nervous. I simply said, “Hi,” and asked if she belonged to this office.

She slowly smiled as if amused and answered, “Yes, I know I’m early, but I wanted to move into my new house before starting work here, and decided to check it out. Look, its almost quitting time, and being new here, I was wondering if you would invite me to dinner or something. I’m starved and really don’t know any good places to eat. It’s on me of course.”

It’s rare for me to lose my cool, but I almost did. I said,” sure, there’s a little Italian place a few blocks from here that you might enjoy. Nothing special, but its quiet and really quite good if you enjoy Italian food.” Standing she picked up her purse and looking at me simply said, “good, pack up and lets go.” Two minutes later we were on our way.

Over dinner we shared a bottle of wine and good conversation. She was easy to talk to and enjoyed flirting. I mean not really obvious flirting but she enjoyed using double entendres. Words that could be taken two different ways. She was cute in that respect and I was beginning to really enjoy her as I played the game subtly with her. Somewhere during that time she exchanged names with me. She was probably Irish because her name was Megan McAllester but she preferred to be called Meg.

Finally she looked seriously at me and asked if I would be able to help her unpack and set up her house. Apparently the furniture had arrived earlier but she needed someone to help her set it up. I said sure, I’m not doing anything tomorrow. She smiled again, then asked, “How about tonight? Every thing’s in boxes and the beds need to be assembled. Could you at least help me get a bed together?”

I had planned to do my wash this evening back at the motel, but figured I could do that later on Saturday. So I agreed and followed her car to her place.

She opened the door and we stepped in. The movers had placed most of the cartons in the living room along with the sofa and lounge chairs. Entering her bedroom it was the same. The mattress and bed parts were leaning against the wall. I imagine the kitchen utensils were in the kitchen and the bathroom things were in their proper places.

The house was hot. I figured the air conditioning was still turned off so I went to the wall and turned it up. Nothing happened. I tried to plug in one of the lamps but it too failed to light. The house had no power and I looked questioningly at Meg. “I called the electric company as soon as I got in town this afternoon and they said they would turn it on. I don’t know what went wrong.”

“Where is your circuit breaker panel?” I asked. “I don’t even know what one looks like,” she answered.

With that I went into the garage. Locating it, I opened the cover, and flipped the main switch on. “We have lights,” she called out. Then returning to the house I got the air conditioner going. Then I went into her bedroom, and began to assemble the bed frame and put the mattress on it. She had disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing a pair of tight shorts and some sort of shirt that tied in front.

By now I was really sweating and my shirt was becoming wet. She handed me some bedding and we made the bed. Then we placed the bedroom furniture in place and set lamps where she wanted them. The nightstands were taped shut but when I went to help her un-tape them she insisted on doing it herself. I suspected bayan escort the drawers held some secrets that she preferred to keep to herself.

By now it was well past nine and I began to place the furniture where she thought it would look best. The house was beginning to cool down just a bit but my shirt was still soaking wet.

I was getting ready to go back to my motel room when she suggested that I shower before leaving. By now it was getting dark and the house was becoming almost bearable.

The offer to shower sounded good but I would still have to get back into my wet shirt and jeans. Oh hell I thought, it would feel good to get cleaned up a little, so I nodded ok and went into the bathroom.

The next shock. The water heater had only heated the water up enough to take the chill off. I imagined there would be enough to at least wash off and cool down, so I closed the door, undressed, stepped into the shower, and pulled the sliding glass door shut.

No more that two or three minutes passed before the door slid open and she stood there, completely nude with a glass of brandy in each hand. “No ice yet, but this should do for now,” she giggled as she handed me one glass, then stepped in with me. I turned the tepid water off to save it, as we shared our drinks. Then she took my empty glass, slid the door open again and set the glasses on the floor and slid the door closed again.

During this entire five minutes or so, she said nothing and I waited uncomfortably for her to start a conversation but it never happened. She just stared into my face.

I suppose I knew that we were going to shower together even without her saying anything, but the close proximity of her lithe body to mine was having an embarrassing effect.

I turned to face the wall and began to lather up when I suddenly felt her warm hands spreading soap over my shoulders and back. Then she moved lower as she soaped my buttocks and the backs of my legs. I had expected her to stand up but her fingers again returned to my backside and her finger slid where it shouldn’t have. I held still, pretending not to notice. But she quickly withdrew it, stood up, and spoke for the first time.

“Turn around Blake. It’s time for the front.” Again she started to lather me from my shoulders down but by now I was really getting uncomfortably aroused and she knew it.

Kneeling down she arrived at my groin and wrapped her soapy hand around my erection and began to stroke it. It seemed like she was spending more time doing that then could ever be necessary, and I was beginning to tremble as she continued. Then she stood up and put her hand on my cheek and whispered. “I just wanted to see what you had. Did you enjoy my little survey?” I nodded and asked: “did I pass muster? I mean ….”

She didn’t let me finish my stupid question but answered, “more than I expected, and you’re circumcised too, I like that. More friction, if you know what I mean.” She was teasing me, and now I was determined to do the same to her.

“Your turn,” I said as I turned her away from me. And I began to rub my wet hands together making a frothy lather of soap before beginning to run my hands down her back and around her sides. Arriving at her bottom, I hesitated, and then did the same to her as she had to me. I slid my slippery index finger between the soft cleft where her cheeks met and drew my finger up and down. She held very still as I became more daring and gently nudged my finger into her tight little ring.

I had expected her to resist or at least say something, but instead she just moved her feet a bit further apart and leaned against the wall as I twisted my finger around then in and out of her ass. She was beginning to enjoy it, apparently because I felt her thrust her hips backward encouraging me to continue.

I stopped, drew my finger out, and continued down the back of her thighs to her feet. Now it was my turn… “Turn around Meg, it’s time for your front.” Without a word she turned and faced me. Reaching up she put her arms around my neck and tilting my head, our lips met. She dragged the tip of her tongue around the very edge of my mouth before forcing her tongue between my waiting lips. The kiss was torrid and deep but she kept swaying back and forth, dragging her hard nipples back and forth across my chest as we clung to each other. Then we finally broke our embrace. She looked questioningly into my face as if asking, why, but I had other plans.

“Lean back while I finish soaping you. The water’s running out and you’re only half done.” She smiled and leaned back against the tiled wall and waited. I began at her neck and shoulders and lathered her breasts. I have never seen such perfectly shaped globes and I began to run both hands over each. Her nipples were already erect, but became even harder and thrust out ever so much more, as I let my soapy hands caress and stroke each nipple. I was completely engrossed in drawing soapy circles around and round each aureole while rubbing her nipples when I felt her hand again on my shaft. Pretending not to become distracted I continued to torment her breasts.

Suddenly she gasped and moaned. “Stop. Oh god please stop. My pussies doing a dance and my knees are going to give way, sweetheart. No more please.”

I had her now and I was enjoying tormenting her. I stopped and began to finish washing her. Now kneeling in front of her I ran my hands over her hard tummy and down the front of her thighs, then down to her ankles. I had deliberately saved her clean-shaven puffy vagina for last.

Still kneeling I began to gently caress her engorged outer lips, then my finger move deeper between the slit formed by her labia. My face was mere inches from her pussy now and I could see her clit protruding from the apex of her inner folds. She had not lied when she said she was excited.

I took the shower head and washed her pussy, spreading her open with my fingers as the tepid water gushed into her hot opening. Then instinct took over and I closed the distance. My lips pursed as if sucking on a straw and they slid over the hard pink wetness of its head and drew it into my mouth. Her body trembled but she didn’t resist and again spread her feet a bit further apart.

I began to stroke her wet inner lips with my fingers held just beneath my chin. Within moments I felt her clit begin to gently contract and pulse. Almost instantly my fingers began to creep up inside her slippery vagina. I curled my fingers so that they could begin stroking just under her clit and she began to softly moan.

Her hands came down on top of my head and she began to slowly rock her hips forward and back, almost as if trying to force me to drive my fingers more quickly in and out of her convulsing pussy.

Suddenly she whimpered, “Oh my god, stop! I’m going to cum. Please, Not here. Not here. In the bedroom. I want you to fuck me but not here. Oh god I want to feel your hard cock pounding my pussy hard and deep, but take me in the bedroom.” Then between breathy gasps she again pleaded for me to stop. I had a mouth full of her warm, sweet, slippery flow and I released her clit, drew my fingers out, and stood up.

Her arms circled my neck for support as I took the shower head off its hanger and washed the two of us off. She was beginning to slump down at this point so I quickly opened the sliding door and swept her up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Laying her down I went and got two towels from the bathroom. She lay there, her hair wet but still framing her face with a pixyish wreath of auburn hair, as those pale blue eyes watched my cock sway back and forth with each step I took.

Licking her lips she whispered in a breathy voice, “you can’t leave this unfinished, lover. You started something that has to be finished but I can be patient only to a point before I start screaming. Oh god how I need you to fuck me until I’m “

I smiled and tossed the towels aside, then went to the foot of the bed and bending over began to suck and lick the toes on her left foot. She gasped and began to squirm. Next I did the same to her other foot. Again the same reaction. Now I let my hands glide softly up the tops of her legs to her knees and gently nudged them apart.

I climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her splayed legs. Then beginning at the soft inner sides of her thighs I began to plant wet kisses on each in turn. Now my kisses became wet sweeps of my tongue as I teased my way up each inner thigh. I was washing her warm tender thighs with my mouth. I moved ever so slowly upward, yet pausing frequently to nip gently at her warm skin.

Glancing up at her as I lapped my way up towards her wet vagina, I could see her kneading her supple breasts and occasionally tugging at their protruding nipples. I reached upward with my hand, intending to fondle her pussy, when I encountered that hard erect clit.

If possible, it was even more prominent and extended from within its soft protective covering. It was easy for me to hold it between my thumb and forefinger and begin to stroke its sheath up and down its length.

Mere moments after I had begun to caress it, she began to quake and tremble uncontrollably. Her soft sighs now became muted moans and she began to vibrate as she thrust her hips up and roll her buttocks back and forth. I could have continued and let her have her orgasm, but instead I took my fingers away and slid my hand under her buttocks and began to stroke her little opening.

She accepted my redirection reluctantly and drew her heels back, exposing her back side to me, but forcing me to edge upwards so I could continue my journey to her pussy with my tongue and lips. Her knees fell to either side, letting my mouth venture freely upwards.

I smiled and tossed the towels aside, then went to the foot of the bed and kneeled on the floor. Reaching for her foot, I began to suck and lick her toes. She gasped and began to squirm. Encouraged, I next began to move from one foot to the other, and got the same response.

While sucking each toe, and licking the bottom of her feet, I let my hands slide lightly up the top of her legs. I think she sensed my intention because she began to move her legs further apart.

When I couldn’t reach any further up her legs, I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her parted legs. Then, beginning at the soft inner sides of her thighs, I began to plant wet kisses, moving each kiss very slowly, from her knees upwards towards her steamy pussy.

Soon my kisses became wet sweeps as I began using my tongue as a brush teasing my way up each leg. I was washing her warm tender thighs with my mouth. I moved ever so slowly, sometimes staying in one place for long minutes, as she rocked from side to side with anticipation. Knowing she was anxious, I deliberately paused frequently to nip gently at her warm skin.

Glancing up, while continuing to lap my way up towards her wet vagina, I could see her kneading her supple breasts and occasionally tugging at their protruding nipples. Reached upward with my hand, intending to fondle her pussy, I encountered her hard erect clit.

If possible, it was even more prominent then in the shower, and now extended beyond its soft protective covering. It was an easy matter for me to grasp it between my thumb and forefinger and begin to stroke its sheath up and down.

Moments after I had begun to caress it, she began to quake and tremble uncontrollably. “Oh My God. It’s feels so Good, darling. More, don’t stop! I need more. Milk it more”

Her soft sighs now became muted moans and she began to quiver as she arched her back, and thrust her hips up and began to roll her buttocks back and forth.

I could have continued and let her have her orgasm, but instead I took my fingers away and slid my hand under her raised ass and began to draw my wet finger back and forth across the tight little opening.

She groaned in disappointment, but seemed to be responding to my new assault and drew her heels back, giving me easy access to her backside, but forcing me to edge upwards so I could continue moving my mouth up to her pussy. Her knees fell to either side, letting my mouth venture freely upwards.

“Oh god Blake, Fuck me. I need to feel your big hard cock deep inside my slippery pussy. I need it so much. Make me cum for you. Do it. Eat my pussy and let me cum in your mouth. Ooooh my dear baby, it feels so good……. Suck my clit! Suck me. Do something! I need to cum. Let me have it. Stop teasing and give it to meee.”

I decided that I had played enough and moved up to her pussy, spread her outer lips so her clit was completely exposed and again pursed my lips as if kissing and sucked it into my mouth.

She went crazy. She thrust up and began to gyrate her hips, forcing her clit to slip in and out of my mouth. I began to flick my tongue across its small but hard surface. Suddenly her entire vagina began to contract and expand. She was beginning to orgasm and now syrupy clear fluid began to ooze out with each contraction.

I began to plunge three of my extended fingers in and out of her slippery opening, curving my fingertips so they stroked the bulge just under her clit. Then it happened.

With one hard contraction she heaved up and began to shudder. She drew one long breath and cried out.

“Yeahhh, oh my god yes, yes, yess, I am, I’m cumming hard. Gimmeee it! Suck my pussy hard! More. Yess, oh dear god yess, its so good Blake. More! Don’t let it stop. Oh my dear baby, keep me cummmmmmmmmmminggggggg.”

Then with a sort of gurgling moan she collapsed and lay there panting. My mouth no longer held her clit and I had to draw my clustered fingers out of her contracting vagina. As I did, a stream of serous milky fluid oozed out behind my fingers and seeped down the cleft below her pussy coating her ass.

I was hornier than ever by now and as I lifted up to kneel I felt a bead of her sweet cum flow down my chin and drop to her taunt abdomen. She probably didn’t realize that she was still rolling her nipples between her fingers as she tried to catch her breath.

Now her eyes focused on me and she murmured, “Fantastic, Blake, that was the hardest and longest I have ever had.”

“Satisfied? I asked. “No,” she answered, “that was just the beginning. Now I need to feel that hard cock moving deep inside me. Come on darling, give it to me. I need it deep and hard! Go slow, I want to feel you sliding it in and stretching me wide open. Now give it to me. Here, let me open up for you.”

And reaching down she pulled her pussy open, making a soft, wet, sticky sound as she parted the swollen lips.

Holding my cock down, I guided it to the glistening pink oval opening at the base of her vagina. Slowly I leaned forward as the head entered, then I took my hand away and leaned over her. Her eyes stared into my face, but she was more interested in feeling my cock sliding in then actually paying attention to my smile. She was hot; I mean her pussy was like a hot slippery glove that swallowed my throbbing shaft.

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Chapter 6: Decision Point

Carter’s Club & Restaurant
November 6, 9:35 p.m.

Willow opted for a black evening gown with a scoop neck. It was a simple gown that offset her flowing red hair rather well. The scoop neck showed off her ample bosom and pale skin to maximum effect. She also wore opera length gloves that gave her a gothic look.

Dixie, not to be outdone, wore a red silk Mandarin dress. It was a long dress that brushed the floor. Splits ran up both sides that came up just past the knees that showed off her smooth legs without being vulgar. The high collar fastened snugly around the neck. Its keyhole neckline gave Willow plenty of competition in the ‘bosom on display’ arena.

The restaurant itself was a large open building with a kitchen set into one side. ‘A converted skating rink?’ Willow asked herself. The concrete floor had been covered with carpet. Silk screen dividers were spaced around the room giving it a maze-like feeling. The single candle on each table provided most of the light in the restaurant area. Dixie and Willow were seated after a short wait. After ordering their meals they made chitchat while they waited.

“The tape was blank,” Willow was saying.

“Blank?” Dixie replied. “I don’t see how that could be. Unless I really am going crazy…”

“Crazy?” Willow asked. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know where to start,” Dixie said. “It all seems so complicated.”

“Start at the beginning. We have all night.”

“Say,” Dixie said. “Where’s our food?”

“It’s only been,” Willow glanced at her watch. “Wow. I guess it’s been longer than I thought.”

“Oh my god,” Dixie said as she Escort Eryaman peered around a divider.

Willow leaned out of her seat so she could see whatever it was that Dixie was so aghast at.

There, in the next cubby, was a fairly handsome man with long blonde hair. Beside him sat a full-breasted woman. Willow knew she was full breasted because she was missing her top. She was kissing the man heartily while he groped her chest. Beneath the table a woman was vigorously working between his legs. What few clothes she had left identified her as a waitress.

“Listen,” Dixie said.

Willow strained to hear. It came upon her slowly, identifying the sounds that she heard. What she had mistaken for the usual background noises was actually the sounds of passion. From the sound of it, Willow guessed, the entire restaurant was being overcome with passion. Willow placed the fingers of her left hand to her forehead and mumbled some words.

“Where are you, you bastard!” Dixie yelled. Dixie stood up abruptly and began throwing dividers to the ground. Behind one divider was a woman who had been eating alone. Now she was vigorously masturbating. Behind another an elderly couple whom Willow would have thought well past such, was busy copulating on the table. Another silk screen went down. Behind this one a young man, no more than sixteen was busy fingering a waitress. Another screen was hurled to floor to reveal a mass of withering bodies. Willow guessed that a family had come here to eat.

Dixie stopped before the last screen she threw to the floor. Sitting quietly at a table, just passing the last bite of some delicacy into his mouth, Eryaman Escort was a young… Dixie knew she had found who she was looking for. The person at the table was so androgynous that Dixie wasn’t sure if she was looking at a man or a woman. But (s)he was beautiful, or handsome, or whatever the appropriate word was. Dixie knew that she would willing have sex with him/her. All (s)he had to do was to ask. (S)He wore an impeccable white suite that was as androgynous as the person who wore it.

“Ah,” the person said. Even his/her voice was perfectly androgynous. It would be slightly high for a man or a touch low for a woman. Either way it carried a promise of sex beyond anyone’s dreams. “You have found me at last. It is time for you to take the final step.”

“No!” A voice cried from the front of the restaurant. The sound of stumbling footsteps got closer and closer until Bob rounded the corner. He stopped as he saw the three before them.

“You called me forth, Bob. It’s a bit late for you to change your mind now.”

“Bob?” Dixie said looking at Bob quizzically.

“Yes,” Bob said sheepishly. “I called Veshca forth. I knew you weren’t happy. I didn’t know what to do. So I asked Veshca to make you happy.”

“Veshca?” Willow said from behind Dixie. “I know you. You are the ‘Pleasurer of the Unsatisfied’. You take the people who call on you who are unsatisfied with the marriages they have made. But you can only take the willing.”

“Who are you?” Veshca asked of Willow.

“I am Willow. A traveler of the Left Hand Path of the Maiden.”

“So I must choose to go with you?” Dixie asked Veshca.

“Yes,” Veshca Eryaman Escort Bayan replied, her voice dripping with sensuality. As she continued to speak images of wanton lust flashed through Dixie’s mind. “And I can promise you an eternity of delights that you could never have imagined. Your dreams cannot contain what it is like to be one with us. Your senses will be pushed to their extreme; your body will become an instrument that you or we will play at our will. Others around you will become your toys, your lovers, or whatever you want them to be. Your nerves will always be on fire, never ending; glorious!”

“But it’s not just about sex,” Bob said. “Dixie is the only woman I have ever had sex with. When I fucked you, Veshca I learned something very important about being human. It’s not just how you have sex. It’s about whom, as well. And about being friends. Sex is over in an hour or two. But you can be friends for a lifetime.”

Dixie looked at the two before her. Then she felt the weight of Willow’s gaze on her back. She turned to see tears in Willow’s eyes.

“You’re afraid that I will leave with one of them, aren’t you?” Dixie asked quietly.

“Yes!” Willow said around the tears. “You and I have been friends for so long… Once I realized that I preferred the company of women, it was only a small leap to loving you. But better unrequited love than to see you turn away from me in disgust!”

Dixie looked around at the three expectant faces that surrounded her.

“I have come to a decision,” Dixie said.

* * *

Dixie waited patiently at the bus stop. She had gone home and packed a bag. It amazed her how little she had when she went to pack the things that were important to her. The sun felt good as she got up when the announcement for her bus came over the intercom. She had chosen a bus at random, the furthest that her small supply of ready cash could bring her. She got on the bus alone.

– The End –

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Of course she had to go and tease me with a good look at her body when she stepped out of the shower. I felt that knowing grin come to my face as I lay back on her couch with my tie loosened, sipping the Diet Coke she’d handed me just after she’d returned from volleyball practice to let me into her tiny but immaculate apartment.

Not that I had any objection to being teased. It was about a month into our affair, and my habitual post-shower guilt about being fully clothed while she was naked was finally gone. The luscious dark curls on her head were just starting to appear as her hair dried, and she was busy with the wadded-up towel patting her big bush dry. “Well, there’s one advantage to being natural,” I said. “It’s a great excuse to spend more time washing and drying down there, huh?”

“Isn’t it, though?” she said, pulling the towel away so I could admire her freshly-dried triangle. “All the girls on the volleyball team who used to give me funny looks in the shower, if only they knew what they were missing when they’re bald as coots!”

“I can see why you stopped showering with them,” I said. “They just don’t appreciate what you ladies obviously did back in the seventies.”

“Bite your tongue!” She snapped her towel at me. “It was the nineties when I was their age, and you know it!”

“Yeah, I know,” I confessed, setting the can down and standing up to approach her. “It’s just, in my imagination, it’s the seventies – free love, long hair, outrageous outfits, and we’re about the same age for a change.”

“What’s wrong with right now?” she replied, dropping her towel on the floor and pressing her beautiful body against mine in a tight hug. “You’re eighteen now, aren’t you? You’re getting a hell of an education from an older woman, and I’m getting a lovely specimen who hasn’t been spoiled by girls his own age!”

“And who appreciates natural women,” I said, reaching into her thick bush to tickle her vulva just the way she liked so much. In the month since her wonderful present for my eighteenth birthday, I certainly had learned a lot. But then, I’d always known she was a great teacher.

She wiggled and laughed as usual, and grabbed onto my shoulder for balance. “God, are you sure you were a virgin before I got my hands on you? You’ve always been so good at that!”

“I spent plenty of time practicing in my imagination,” I said. “Especially on you.”

“Oh, come on!” Then she stopped to gasp in pleasure as I leaned over and took her left nipple gently in my mouth. After an appreciative moan, she went on. “You didn’t really, did you? Little old me?”

“With that big fluffy hairdo, I was certain you had a big beautiful bush,” I explained between gentle licks on her now-hard nipple. “And I was right.”

“Oh, Josh…” I’d heard it nearly every day for the past four weeks, but somehow I was sure I would never get tired of hearing her say my name in that tone.

“Oh, Ms. Goldberg…”

“Silly boy, you don’t have to call me that when you have your fingers inside me!”

“But I don’t, quite.”

“That was a hint, Josh.”

“Yes, Ms…I mean Julie.” I didn’t think I would ever get used to using her first name.

She gently pulled my head away so she could pull my tie the rest of the way off and get to work on my shirt. As she did, I followed her directions and, gently as always, reached my middle finger as far inside as I could reach. Which wasn’t very far from that angle, but far enough for me to feel the wonderful soft wetness and far enough to send her into the throes of feminine ecstasy once again. “Oh, ohmigod!” She leaned her head back against the bedroom door and closed her gaziantep escortları eyes as I slid a second finger in, to her even louder delight. In the past I had sometimes gone too fast or slow or too hard or soft, but I had the pace and pressure just about perfect by then and she came before she’d even finished unbuttoning my shirt. “So unfair,” she whispered breathily as she finally, triumphantly pushed my shirt off my shoulders.

“What is?”

“Me having all the fun here, and poor little you still hiding in your clothes.”

“I know you’ll fix that.”

She did, as usual, and moments later she once again had my cock in her hand and me reduced to a helpless ball of arousal just as I had just done to her. “Just try to tell me a girl your own age could do this as well as I could,” she cooed. “Half of them would probably be afraid to even look at it.”

“I’d be too shy to ask them anyway,” I said.

“What’s to be shy about, Josh? You have a lovely body, especially this.” She squeezed a bit harder and I felt like exploding with desire.

“God, Ms…Julie, I love how safe I feel naked with you.”

“Oh, Josh!” She let go of my dick and took me in her arms again. “You are so endearing! Never lose your ability to say a thing like that, promise me! You owe it to all the women you’re going to be with.”

Then came the usual patch of gray in our blue sky, as I knew all too well that this was all very fleeting. There had been others like me before, there would be more afterwards, and for all I knew she might even be sleeping with one of my buddies now, at some other time of day. We had agreed that lunch hour was the only safe time, but that had all been on her say-so. But as usual, I didn’t care. We had lunch hour for now.

“I promise,” I said, returning her hug, adoring the sensation of her bare skin against mine, once again amazed at how it felt even better than I had always imagined before. Then I couldn’t resist asking, “Tell me, though, do you feel safe naked with me?”

“You know perfectly well I do, Josh! Why would you need to ask?”

“Just something I read in a book on sexuality once,” and then I quoted the line I had pored over for so long: “‘Having a vagina and a uterus makes women feel very vulnerable. ‘”

“Well, that can certainly be true sometimes,” Julie said. “But it can also make us feel wonderfully powerful.” Drawing her arms down again to take my still-rigid dick in both her hands, she added, “For example, right now I feel like my vagina could eat you alive!”

“Please do!” I said. With no further fanfare she pointed to her bed, which was made but had no bedspread as it was late spring and growing hotter by the day. Despite that, of course she had shut the windows and drawn the curtains. Neither of us had ever spoken of what would happen if we were ever found out. There was no need to; we both knew all about it.

She had the pillows stacked around the middle as usual, and I sank back into them, sitting halfway up in the sparse light that filtered in from around the shades. Behind them and three floors down, some of my buddies were probably playing Frisbee or basketball and daydreaming of what I was up to just then. I quickly put that thought out of my mind as I recalled my earlier inkling that Julie might be messing around with some of them too.

As she appeared at the foot of the bed after shutting the bedroom door, I concluded just as quickly that I didn’t care. Wearing nothing but an uninhibited smile, somewhere over 40 (she wouldn’t tell me exactly) but far more beautiful than any Playboy centerfold I’d ever snuck a peek at with her natural breasts hanging enticingly down a bit and her hungry vagina cloaked in its deliciously erotic tangle of hair and her toned arms and legs from years of volleyball, she was all I had ever fantasized about back before this began and so very, very much more!

Climbing gently atop me and running her hands lightly up and down my legs so the hair tickled me, she drank in my appreciative gaze at her body. “So you used to fantasize about me, did you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You were a good student. I’m glad you were able to multitask.”

“It’s because I was lusting after you that I was a good student. I wanted to impress you.”

“You succeeded.” She bent down then and took me in her mouth, giving me a few quick tantalizing licks that had me writhing all about the mattress in no time. “But did I live up to your imagination?”

“Better than that,” I whispered.

“You get an A for that answer,” she cooed, and with that she knelt over me, took my dick in her right hand and guided me effortlessly inside. “So easy this time,” she said. “See why more foreplay is a good thing, Josh?”

“Do I ever!” I agreed as she began rocking back and forth.

Soon she was moaning just as loudly as always, and I had shed enough of my youthful inhibitions to join in a bit more loudly than before, though still not as loudly as she did. “I take it this doesn’t make you uncomfortable anymore,” she said between heavy breaths.

“I’m so sorry about that,” I said, recalling my too-honest response to seeing her come for the first time, weeks before.

“Don’t be sorry!” she said, grazing my chest with her hands now while I returned the favor on her breasts. “Intimacy does take getting used to. I wish more men realized what you did.”

“What did I realize?”

“That you needed to get used to a woman’s sexuality. You’ll be glad you did when you’re older, and so will your girlfriends.”

I couldn’t help laughing, but I also didn’t want to respond to that. In that beautiful moment, with her humping up a storm and me gazing up at her body, I didn’t want to think of my future girlfriends. I wanted to concentrate on Julie.

And concentrate I did, as she rode me to two orgasms. “Gonna come,” was all she said, both times, and then her wonderful screams made it clear that she had. “God, you’re generous,” she said after the second time. “Most men would’ve probably come before I did.”

“Sounds like you’ve been with some real winners,” I said.

“Sounds like you don’t appreciate how special you are!” On that note, she pushed in harder than before on me, slower but fuller, the way she knew she could get me over the top in no time. My responses got steadily louder and more intense – even I was surprised to hear what was coming out of my mouth. “You’re learning so well!” she marveled as she listened. Somewhere along the way she also guided my hands back up to her breasts. “This ought to help!”

It did help. As I stroked them both appreciatively, I came with a quick, sharp yelp and then fell back against the pillows. “I sound my barbaric yawp…” I said almost sleepily as I savored the last sweet sensations.

“I don’t think that’s quite what Whitman had in mind,” Julie said.

“Not with a woman anyway,” I agreed.

She laughed. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

There was little time for afterglow, but we did always manage to steal a few minutes of cuddling. Today was no exception, and as usual somehow it was enough. I was feeling utterly content when she sat up. “Okay, time to get dressed.” Businesslike as ever, she strode to her dresser and pulled out a pair of floral panties that I never would have imagined her wearing before all this had begun, only now I knew she had dozens of them. These were followed quickly by a plain white bra – “the only option with a uniform blouse, you know,” she had told me once – and she stood with her back to me as her usual unspoken directive to fasten it.

I went ahead and did it. “I’m getting better at this, too, huh?”

“It’s not exactly rocket science, Josh, especially when you don’t have to reach around your back to do it, like I do.” But then she turned and kissed me and let me hold her again for a few moments.

Then it was to the closet, where she had her usual stash of ironed uniforms at the ready. “I still don’t see why they make teachers wear uniforms here, too,” I confessed.

“Neither do I,” she said, buttoning up the sheer white blouse. “But it makes life easier for us, honestly. One less decision to make when you’re half asleep in the morning.” She slipped on her hated nylons, and then it was time for her skirt. “I’ll never know why you were attracted to me in this dowdy thing,” she said, pulling it over her head and down around her hips. As usual, I was fascinated, and she could see it. “Yes, we really do pull them over our heads like a shirt. Is it really such a mystery to you?”

“No. it’s a skirt. I’ve never worn one, so I wouldn’t know.”

She laughed. “God, you’re endearing, Josh.” The fact that she thought so gave me some hope that I wasn’t just another one in a long string of affairs. But I didn’t dare ask. Once she had the skirt in place around her hips, she looked over her shoulder at me and nodded, and I zipped it up and did the clasp as usual. “Thanks,” she said. Last but not least she pulled on her blazer, and I set about getting my clothes back on. She straightened my tie and we were off.

After a look out in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, she shooed me out with one last peck on the cheek. “Same time tomorrow, Josh,” she whispered.

I was, as usual, left with little time for lunch, but as usual I didn’t care. I grabbed a quick sandwich and a glass of juice, and joined Nelson and Mike at their table near the courtyard door. “Late again,” Nelson said.

“So what else is new?” Mike added. “Seriously, Josh, where have you been for most of lunch since…since forever, isn’t it?”

“Weeks now since you’ve been here for more than a few minutes,” Nelson agreed. “What’s up?”

“Tutoring,” I said.

“Giving or getting?” Nelson asked.

“Getting.” I managed to say it without a smirk but it wasn’t easy.

“Calculus, is it?” Mike asked. “That’s kicking my ass too.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I lied. “My dean had some concerns about my keeping myself up through this term. She doesn’t want me to get into all my colleges and then not be ready, you know?”

“Who’s your dean again?” Nelson asked. “Goldberg, isn’t it?”

“Lucky,” Mike asked. “We had her for English back in eighth grade, and again this year. So hot, man!”

“No kidding,” Nelson said. “She’s a housemother in the girls’ dorm, too, isn’t she? You ever have a chance to go by her place, Josh?”

“Couple of times, yeah,” I said. I swallowed the last of my sandwich and stood up. “Speaking of which…”

“Right, we’ve got her class, like now!” Mike said. We said so long to Nelson, who had physics next period, and set off across the courtyard to the humanities building.

We were slightly late, and Julie was looking prim and proper at the whiteboard. “Welcome, Jerry and Mike,” she said. “Glad you could join us.”

“Sorry, Ms. Goldberg,” Mike mumbled.

“Just don’t let it happen again,” she said, without even the hint of a knowing glint in her eye as she reprimanded both of us. “Now then, yesterday we were discussing Leaves of Grass…”

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