Favorite Table

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I sit nervously waiting for you to walk through the doors. We have talked often over the last few weeks and the chemistry between was almost uncontrollable. We finally agreed to meet for the first time and my passion was all ready overwhelming.

I see you walk through the front door. Your picture does not even come close to the beauty that is now before me. Your blonde hair cascades over you bare shoulders. Your petite body moves effortlessly as you approach me and your eyes sparkle in the dim light.

I stand from our booth and greet you with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. I take your hand sit you down on the smooth leather bench. As I move to sit across from you, catch my attention and ask me to sit down next to you.

The next hour seems like an eternity. We talk and drink and talk and laugh. Our bodies moving closer with each passing moment and I can feel the heat stirring within. I can’t control my passion anymore and I move my hand to your bare legs. A smile comes to your face as our chemistry touches. We could of been anywhere in the world and I would of not noticed what was around us.

Our sweet conversation all the sudden changes as I touch your tone legs. You lean to me and kiss me on the cheek. Then whisper in my ear, Manisa Escort “Don’t be a good boy any longer. I am yours to enjoy”. A mischievous smile comes to my face and my hand moves up between your legs. I feel the heat from your bare thighs and find that your thong was left at home. I can feel your swollen lips slightly parted in anticipation of what will happen next.

I dip my finger between your lips to find you dripping wet. I run my finger up between your lips and bring my soaking finger to your lips. You moan as you lick my finger clean. Your nipples are clearly visible through your fitted dress as my mouth waters thinking about feeling them grow harder in my mouth.

As I slide my finger back between your swollen lips and I tell you to go the ladies bathroom and wait for me in the last stall with your dress off and only your heels on. You start to speak and I stop you. Without saying a word I help you out of the booth and point you towards the bathrooms.

As I see you disappear through the doors, my mind begins to race. I am not sure I can even get up from the table without everyone seeing how hard you have made me. It surely will be obvious to anyone that I might pass by.

I wait for a good 5 minutes Manisa Escort Bayan before I head towards that back. I know the anticipation will be making you crazy and I want you to be almost at the point of ecstasy before I even arrive. I open the ladies room door and entire. A beautiful woman at the mirror gasps and asks if I know where I am. I give her a quick smile and keep on going. I push open the last door to find you as I asked.

Your body is one to devour. Your petite figure is full of curves in all the right places. I close the door and pull you to me. We begin to kiss and the passion explodes between us. I can hear you moaning as our tongues dance together. My hands move to your erect nipples and I begin to squeeze and roll them in my fingers. I feel your knees buckle in response to the pleasure.

Your hands open my slacks and remove my fully engorged cock. Your touch sends shivers through my body. How can I be so hot and have shivers at the same time?

You step back from me and smile slightly. You slowly turn before me letting me enjoy your sensual body. Then you lean over and place one hand on the wall. You look back over your shoulder and use your free hand to spread your tight ass. “Don’t make me wait Escort Manisa any longer,” you moan.

I step between your perfect legs and run the head of my cock up and down your soaking wet pussy. Making sure that my engorged head rubs your sensitive clit. You spread your legs further and push back against me. My cock slowly fills your smooth, tight hole. I move deeper and deeper with each thrust as you push back against me till I am completely lost in you. I grab you by your hips and begin to move within you. Slowly at first, but each thrust becomes more urgent. Our bodies move harder and harder against each other. I can hear my balls slapping against your clit as the pace increases more and more. My right hand moves to your hair and I pull firmly as we thrust even harder against each other.

I know that I am not going to make it much longer at this pace. I can feel your juices running down my legs and balls. Your body is so tight and hot against me. I think I can hear you moaning, but I am lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I thrust harder and faster into you and can feel my balls begin tighten. I pull you back harder against me. Suddenly I feel your body begin to shake and your juices squirting onto me with each thrust. I start to come immediately as you shake uncontrollably. I can feel you pussy squeeze each drop of come from cock.

As we return to the real world, we notice in our rush that the bathroom door was open and a few ladies have enjoyed our show.

I don’t think we will be eating here anytime soon.

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Fancy Dress Party

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“I am taking you to a fancy dress party” I tell you. “I am going to pick out the costume and you will do as I say”. Still held captive by your attacker you have no choice but to obey. You made your decision when you decided to go back to see how he eats pussy. He goes to his closet and takes out a black thong. You put it on. Wearing only the thong the cold air hitting your nipples making them hard – feeling the thread from the thong on your ass hole you step into the black cloak he is holding. The cloak covers you completely. He places a mask over your face. You can still see everything. He also puts on a strange looking mask and cloak and he leads you to his car.

You drive for what seems like hours. Down dark country roads dimly lit by the poor street lighting, it’s hard to make out where you are. Finally you arrive at a huge cottage. The gates open and you drive up to the main doors. He takes your arm in his and leads you into the house. It’s a fine house – with many antiques and paintings. You proceed to the main foyer. A group of people are assembled there all dressed in black cloaks and masks. A man dressed in red also with a mask stands in the middle.

“Let the games begin” he announces. The crowd disperses into different directions. You move with a section of the crowd into a large room. There is a table in the room. A large round table. On the table there are 6 or 7 naked women playing with each other’s bodies. One woman has her legs spread and is silent. Wearing only her mask another woman is licking her pussy. A crowd has gathered around the table and is watching. Just watching – no one is talking – just watching. Malatya Escort He leads you around the table and makes you watch for a few minutes. You feel the intensity in the air – 20 people watching these women sucking each other – there bodies intertwined together. The picture is incredibly erotic. You can se the folds of every woman’s pussy – tongues licking every part – cum dripping from some. You feel heat building up inside you – part of you scared part of you wanting to join in.

He whispers in your ear – “I have a lot more in store for you my slave” as he pulls you away from the table leading you into the next room. The next room is filled with different couples. Some are naked – some still in their cloaks. Everyone still wears their masks. A man is on all fours in the middle of the room – a woman lying on his back as another man is pushing his fingers into both there ass holes together. A crowd is gathered around watching them. To your left a woman is moaning as she bounces on top a mans cock. You can see her riding him – his dick disappearing into her pussy. You turn again to watch the couple’s ass. He kneels you down right in front of them as you watch the mans fingers disappear time and time again into their asses.

He picks you up and leads you again to another room. This room is fairly empty about 5 people watch you as you enter the room with him. A man is naked wearing only his mask standing in the center of the room. His legs are spread waiting. A man is beginning to take off his robe and is walking around the naked man. He grabs his ass as he walks around him. Everyone else in the room is Malatya Escort Bayan wearing their cloak.

“Take off your cloak” he commands you. You obey letting the cloak fall to the floor exposing your breasts for all to see. You have never been naked in front of so many people before. You anticipate what you are going to be asked to do in front of all these people. Will you be able to perform? You are so hot from all the sexual activity you are willing to do anything. He pulls you towards the man. “Suck him” are his only words. You kneel down – carefully take his balls into your hands and take his cock deep into your mouth. You see a crowd beginning to gather around. Everyone wants to see every detail. You move your tongue over his cock. Letting your spectators see every move of your tongue. You begin to move faster feeling his dick swell in your mouth. You notice the other man has moved to your body he is also now naked. You concentrate on your sucking wanting to please the crowd – afraid of what will happen to you if you do not perform well. The 2nd man moves behind you and pulls your hip so that you are now on all fours. Somehow you know you are not allowed to stop sucking. You have been given the task and must not deviate from it. You move to his balls taking one into your mouth moving from one to the other – licking them all over.

Suddenly you feel the thong being pulled down. You raise your knees to assist him in removing your thong. Still trying to concentrate on your task you move your tongue under his balls. The crowd has now increased there are too many people to count. You pussy and ass are Escort Malatya now exposed for all to see. Some are bending down closer to your ass to get a better look. Nods of approval go back and forth as the 2nd man expects your goods. Another man removes his cloak. He kneels before your and you feel his tongue lick the rim of your ass. He spreads your ass cheeks wide exposing your hole for all to see. He continues to lick. You feel the heat increase inside you and take the mans dick further into your mouth to muffle your moans. You cannot help it – you have to moan in ecstasy. You feel the tongue move from your ass and inside your pussy. He then pulls away allowing the 3rd man to continue licking you ass.

You feel the cold air on your open ass and you wonder what will happen next. You find out as a man enters your pussy. He is so large you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him. You lunge forward sucking more of the mans cock – sucking more frantically now wanting to cum. You feel him fill you up – your pussy taking as much as it can – he begins to move faster fucking you harder. The man in your mouth begins to cum – you feel the pre cum in your mouth. You turn to see the masked crowd watching you – taking in every detail. You suck harder as he fucks you harder. You feel him squirt in your mouth – you swallow as he pours his cum down your throat. He shoots inside your pussy – you feel him fill you up and you cum – taking the 2 men’s cum inside you – your mouth and your pussy pushes you over the edge. You cry out but the penis in your mouth muffles your cry. Both me pull out and walk away to be licked of by 2 other women.

Your master picks you up – “The night is not over yet” there are many more rooms to visit” you nod your head and walk with him naked, wearing only you mask in to the next room.

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First Time Ch. 02

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As she laid their looking down at his head between her legs she knew their secret relationship would last if making love with him would always be this wild. As he continued to suck on her clit and she arched her back, he knew she was very close to cumming. She slid her hand down to touch herself. Her fingers touching spots of flesh that he wasn’t licking and suck on. Her mind was only on one thing now and that was his warm breath and tongue on her clit. For the last time she moaned and dizzy with desire, she came so hard in his mouth that when he looked up at her she could see her cum on his face. He slid his way up her body and kissed her on the mouth. She could smell her sent on him and taste her own cum on his lips. After kissing her he laid back on the bed watching her gather her self control. She slowly looked over at him and ran her hand over his smooth chest. She could look down and see that he was already hot for her. His cock looked just like she had imagined it would, his descriptions of his body were very accurate and she enjoyed knowing Mardin Escort that he had a sense for his own body.

When they had chatted online about sex she had told him she always wanted to watch a man masturbate. But for now, just tonight, she wanted to be the one to give him pleasure. She knew that if she watched him touch himself she would be disappointed to see his hand there instead of her mouth. She had always prided herself on how well she could suck a man’s cock. After chatting online for almost a year now, she had a feeling that he was waiting to see if she was as good as she made herself out to be. He also wanted to see if her imagination in real life was as explicit and sexy as it was online. So many times after talking to her online he had to grab for a towel and clean the cum off of his hand and sometimes even the chair he was sitting in because he almost always had multiple orgasms. He knew meeting her would be the experience of his life.

She watched the emotions flicker across her lovers face. Mardin Escort Bayan Happy in the knowledge that they had finally met in person and he was everything she envisioned him to be. She was finally breathing normal after their first encounter, continuing this encounter was getting her excited again.

She let her hand trail down his chest, she could feel his muscles flex under her fingers. She reached down and spread his legs wide with her hands. She crawled between his legs, ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh. He was already hard and she could see a small drop of precum on this head of his cock. After licking lightly on his balls she came up to the head of his cock and licked the cum off of it. He was moaning her name as she slowly took him fully into her mouth. He was bigger than she expected however she could fit all of his wonderfully hard cock into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down on him. She knew he liked what she was doing to him. every time she would slide up on his cock he would rock Escort Mardin his hips against her face, as if he never wanted to be anywhere but in her warm wet mouth.

The faster she would suck on his cock he knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot his cum in her mouth. Every time he got close to cumming she would take her mouth off his cock and lick and suck on his ball or lean up and kiss him. It was driving him wild with the need to explode his cum all over her. He finally told her to please stop teasing him, with a small smile on his soft lips he grabbed her and sat her on top of him. He could and would wait no longer. He positioned her over his cock and she lowered her body down on his, his cock sliding all the way inside her. Knowing he could not last long with his cock inside her warm wet pussy, he reach up with his hands and let them roam all over her firm voluptuous chest. Only after thrusting inside her a few times he arched his back and yelled her name then let his cum explode all over inside her. She slid off his cock after his orgasm and laid down beside him. Turning to look at the clock she saw they had been in bed now for hours. Their most primal hunger satisfied, they decided it was time to order room service and fortify their hunger for real food to sustain them through the night and the next day.

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Fun on the Tennis Court

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He watched her skirt lift again as she bent down to pick up the tennis ball. The g-string cut into her smooth tight ass and Steve unconsciously licked his lips.

“Mmmm, I’m hungry,” he murmured to himself.

She always wore the g when they played tennis; Jessica knew it drove him crazy. Today she was wearing the pink one. He breathed in deeply, remembering how the soft cotton felt against his face.

Steve flinched as the tennis ball flew past him. As he trotted off to pick it up, he reflected upon their previous tennis games. They would often build up a sweat on the court, Jess often missing the ball intentionally to flash him her sweet ass. Then later, they’d follow up with some good hard fucking.

Usually they managed to wait till they got home, but last month they could only manage to get as far as the health club showers. After the attendant walked in on Jessica giving him head in the cubicle, their membership had been revoked. Stupid fucking attendant! If he knew what was good for him, he would’ve enjoyed the view. Jessica doesn’t mind the attention.

So now they had joined the Kingston Park Tennis Club across town. Hopefully they’d remain members for more than three months.

The sun was going down and the club had all but cleared out. Steve looked at his watch then up at Jess. She smiled, twirled around and flashed her ass again.

“I think it’s time to go home,” he smiled.

“You bet my ass,” she replied.

“No, I bite your ass,” Steve retorted.

“Only if you’re lucky,” Jess smiled.

Jess walked back to her tennis bag that was resting against the wire fence of the courts. She picked up the water bottle and squirted it into her mouth. As Steve approached, she turned suddenly to him and squirted water into his face.

“That’s for being cheeky,” she proclaimed with an evil grin.

“Me? Cheeky?” he said in mock surprise, “I’m not the one with my ass hanging out.”

He reached under her skirt and squeezed one of her ass cheeks, sliding his fingers down between her thighs.

“May I?” he asked, reaching for the water bottle. He ran his fingers along the length of her g-string as he gulped down the water. Jess moved herself gently against his hand. Unexpectedly, Steve turned the bottle back to Jess then squirted it at her face. The sudden pressure caused the lid to fly off and the bottle emptied onto Jessica’s face and t-shirt.

“You fucking asshole!” she shouted as she turned and thumped him in the arm.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, backing off, worried by her reaction.

“Do you realise what you’ve done?” she continued, “You’ve gone and wet my new bra!” Jess was unable to finish without laughing bringing a sigh of relief from Steve.

“I suppose you’re going to have to take it off then,” Steve suggested hopefully.

“You bet I am,” Jess agreed, reaching behind to undo the clasp.

As Jess pulled her bra out through her sleeve, Steve noticed how the wet t-shirt clung to her firm, rounded breasts. Her nipples grew quickly, excited by the cool evening breeze and Steve’s watchful eye.

He stepped forward and began to fondle each of her C-cup breasts, one in each hand. Slightly bigger than a handful, his perfect size. He was always Marmaris Escort trying to cup each one perfectly but could never quite stretch his fingers enough. A never ending a challenge that he could happily attempt all day.

Steve rubbed Jess’s nipples, pinching them lightly. She moved closer to kiss him, pushing her hips against him to see if he was hard. He moved his right hand down to her ass and pulled her against him, ensuring she felt how horny he was.

Jess reached up and pulled Steve’s face down to meet hers. As their mouths met, she ran her hand up under his t-shirt to explore his muscular back. He was sticky with sweat and she instinctively licked his neck. She bit along his shoulder line and pulled on his earlobe with her teeth. Steve returned the bites and then moved his mouth down to her right breast. He sucked at the nipple through the t-shirt, biting it with his lips while continuing to pinch and fondle the other one

He lifted Jess’s t-shirt over her breasts and gazed lustfully at her engorged pink nipples. He squeezed both breasts and in turn tried to devour each one. He was gagging on her flesh and loving it. Steve felt her breathing become deeper and she leant back against the wire fence to steady herself.

Steve straightened up to kiss Jess, trapping her against the fence. He pinched her nipple firmly, making her gasp. He slowly slid his hand down to her thigh and ran his finger along her panty line. He knew he was driving her wild.

“Should we be doing this here?” Jess asked between breaths. She didn’t want him to stop but she didn’t want to throw away another club membership.

“Does it look like anyone’s around? Rob doesn’t come out to lock the courts till after eight. We’ve got at least another half hour.”

“Cool, ’cause I really don’t want to stop.”

Steve smiled at her and moved his lips back to hers. As their tongues danced, he started to rub her pussy through her panties.

“Oh no, it feels as though your new panties got wet too,” Steve said with a smile between kisses, “We wouldn’t want them to get ruined too.”

“Suppose not,” Jess smiled back.

Steve knelt down in front of Jessica. She held up her skirt and he ran his fingers along the inside of the waistband of her g-string. She squeezed her thighs together as he tugged at her panties, wanting to feel the fabric pull against her skin. He examined her shaved pussy and could see a slight glistening of wetness in its fold. As she stepped out of her panties, Steve tossed them aside, not once taking his eyes off her moist beauty.

He leant in and ran his tongue up and down her slit, delving a little deeper with each stroke. As he brushed against her clitoris, Jessica gasped and grabbed the fence at her sides, allowing her skirt to fall over Steve’s head.

She moved her feet apart, welcoming him into her. He pulled apart her folds and drowned himself in her, moving his head rapidly to experience every part of her at the same time. Jessica pulled away to lighten the intensity then pushed forward to feed his hunger. She felt his fingers exploring inside. She thought about how she didn’t feel them enter her, she must be so wet.

She felt Steve’s wet fingers slide back Marmaris Escort Bayan to her ass. He toyed with her asshole then slipped one inside. More fingers were inside her cunt and his tongue was flicking at her clit. She lifted herself up and down using her grip on the fence, thrusting herself onto his face and hands. With so many great feelings, she knew she could not last long. She started to moan with each thrust, pushing harder and harder down onto him. As she reached a peak, she looked up and for the first time noticed the pink sunset.

“Ah, so fucking beautiful,” She said between breaths, and at that moment she felt herself explode, a rush of electricity shooting down her legs. Her body stiffened and clenched while inside she spasmed in ecstasy. Her head felt light and hazy and for a moment she forgot who she was.

Steve slid his hands down to embrace each thigh and licked her gently while her body subsided and her mind returned. He heard her sigh and looked out from under her skirt.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m still really dizzy”.

He stood up, wiping his face on his t-shirt.

“You are so wet,” he said with glee.

“I know,” she replied, “I could hear it and feel it”.

They kissed passionately, Jessica pulling herself into Steve to get the most of the tingling sensations still buzzing around her pussy. He massaged her ass, fingering her asshole.

“Can I fuck your ass?” he whispered.

“Mmmm,” she nodded approvingly.

She had been hoping he would ask. She had never told Steve how much she craved ass-fucking; she wanted to keep it as something special… let him think she was treating him. In reality, Jess loved to feel her asshole being stretched. It made her feel dirty and as horny as hell.

Steve turned Jess round to face the fence. She parted her legs and pushed her ass out towards him. He slid his finger between her thighs, into her pussy and back round to her ass. She was so wet, his finger slid in and out easily. He knelt down and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. Steve ran his tongue around her ass and pushed it inside. Jess moaned and pushed Steve’s hands away. Using her hands, she spread her ass cheeks so wide she thought they might tear. His tongue explored deeper as she pushed herself back onto his face.

Steve slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, her juices covering his hand. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, easing them gently into her ass and rotating them to relax her.

With his other hand, Steve pulled his shorts down a little, allowing his eight-inch cock to flick upwards against his stomach. With his fingers still in Jess’s ass, he began to rub her pussy with his other hand. She bent forward, giving him full access to both holes. He filled her pussy with his cock, slowly thrusting, going as deep as he could.

“Fuck me now, fuck me hard!” she demanded, grabbing the fence in preparation. The teasing was killing her.

He pulled out his wet, slippery cock and pushed it into her ass, sliding his fingers free. He spread her cheeks again, gazing intensely at his cock gliding slowly in and out of her, enjoying the tightness from tip to base as he moved.

“I Escort Marmaris said HARD!” Jess growled, knocking Steve out of his stupor.

In response, Steve grabbed her hair and yanked her head up to his. “I’ll give you hard”, he growled back.

Steve pushed forward, ramming Jess against the fence. He thrust into her forcefully over an over, squeezing her tighter, hearing her gasp for air. She felt herself lift from the ground with each thrust, her tits and face crammed against the metal, trying to force their way through. Her pussy rubbed up and down the wire, bringing her closer to climax.

She imagined a stranger standing outside the fence tongueing her clit. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Steve reached around and drove his hand into her pussy, grabbing at it roughly and forcing three fingers inside her. He used his hand and his cock to move her around, fucking her as deep as possible. He grabbed her tit with his other hand, squeezing her nipple till it burnt. He knew she couldn’t last much longer.

Jess’s gasps turned into moans. She gave in to the multitude of pleasure sensations ravaging her body. She forgot where she was and what she was doing as the surging ball of energy inside her burst and white light masked her vision.

Feeling Jess shudder sent Steve over the edge. He grabbed the fence with his hands and pounded her against the wire, closing his eyes to see his bulging cock thrusting inside her, preparing to release its load. He felt himself explode and pulled out to watch his cum shoot across her ass. As his orgasm subsided, he rubbed his cock up and down the crease of her ass.

They collapsed against the fence, Steve wrapping his arms around Jessie’s waist.

“Fuck I love your tight ass,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yeah I love tennis too,” she responded obliviously, “We should get going, Rob’ll be out here soon.”

“Yeah”, Steve agreed, “We’ll shower at home”. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“OK, I’ll meet you at the car, I’ve just gotta pick up one of those tai chi pamphlets I promised my Mum”.

While Steve picked up the tennis gear and Jess’s underwear, she made her way to health club office. She straightened her skirt and decided to ignore the dribble of cum that ran down her leg. As she stepped up to the counter, she looked down and realised that her tits were still plainly visible through her t-shirt.

“What the hell,” she shrugged, “Rob needs a thrill”.

She looked at Rob sitting behind the counter and saw that he was already admiring her tits. Rob was in his late forties, fit of course, but shy and awkward. Jess often wondered how she could help bring him out of his shell, but not now, Steve was waiting in the car.

She asked for the pamphlet and he stepped away from his desk to get one from the file cabinet. Jess glanced sideways and saw a picture of the tennis courts on Rob’s computer screen.

“Oh, so you can watch the tennis courts from here huh?” She asked curiously as he handed her the pamphlet.

“Oh yes, I can see all the courts from here,” he replied nervously, “… and I must say, you and Steve are very good!” He smiled and began to blush.

“Yeah I think we’re pretty good too.” Jess nodded in appreciation.

She turned and walked towards the door. As she left the office she called “See you next week!” Jess lifted her skirt and flashed her ass to Rob as the door closed behind her.

“You never know, one day you might get to lick it,” she said to herself as she headed off towards the car.

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Ferry Tales Ch. 07

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I thought the Ferry Tales were finished. Then I had an email from Pushpa, which, by luck, found me in Spain, working in one of the advanced English language courses I participate in. Pushpa and I keep in touch, in case we can coincide in space and time, and yet again gratify each other. I had relayed her account of the week with Alex and Sasha (Chapter 6), and, not long after, she had returned for a short break with mother and daughter, and now she and Alex were returning on the ferry, and wondered if I might like share a cabin. Naturally, I was overjoyed at the prospect, looking forward to the deep labia, shapely breasts and ejaculatory orgasms of the woman I had heard so much about. Who was, too, an experienced lesbian. Alex was clearly extending her experience quickly. And, of course, my own vulva and vagina would also be skilfully attended to.

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As I expected, Alex turned out to be about my own height and well provided with bosom and bottom, the latter a little less generously proportioned than my own, I guessed, before it was made nakedly available. Being twenty years younger, her breasts were firmer, so more prominent than mine. Though, I must add, mine are not bad for a woman in her mid-sixties.

I won’t dwell on our meeting, eating and retiring to the cabin, and I won’t cut to the chase, because there was no fugitive to be headed off at the pass, nor pursuing posse. Rather, it was pussy, not posse, which was the quarry, and it was certainly not fugitive. The pass, or passes, the pussies, were, too. more caves than defiles, leading in, not through.

There is no established protocol for meeting a new sexual contact, whether or not anyone else is present. As we stood in the cabin, Pushpa made semi-ironic formal introductions. ‘Norma, Alex. Alex, Norma.’ We laughed and shook hands, and I said, ‘Alex, I’ve heard so much about you, especially your callypygia, which I’m eager to see.’

‘Norma, I know the meaning, and I hope you do find me callipygian. I am keen to see your omorfi thiles.’

‘Not just a pretty bottom, then,’ I said, ‘A Greek scholar, too.’

‘Well, I did a part-time degree in Classics, when Sasha was at grammar school. It made an interesting contrast to my knicker-designing. Especially as the ancient Greeks didn’t wear them.’

Pushpa said, ‘Her knickers are superb. Undress me, ladies, and you’ll see.’

While Alex stripped the upper body I stripped the lower, to that I was the one who got to the panties. ‘Wow, Pushy,’ I said, ‘Those are natty drawers you have there. No more of those baggy old bloomers. Nice yellow colour and the cock-and-bull penned up tight. Turn round. Everything tucked in and tidy. No errant buttock at all. Great engineering, Alex.’

‘The secret is the thicker fabric at the front, with the wider gusset And the mainstream manufacturers just don’t allow enough cheek-room. These are the prototype of a line for transgirls, using a hidden device to control the genitalia – pardon my Latin. Of course, the Greeks had a word for this little trick, the kynodesme.’

Pushpa said, ‘The one thing that is like the old gym kit is the strong elastic. Really grips into the creases below. Be careful not to twang it when you take them off or I’ll be catapulted into the next cabin. Of course, I’m assuming you’ll take them off.’

I assured her that I would do just that, and, taking care to ease her penis out of the kynodesme and draw down the drawers without activating the elastic, I soon had that dear, familiar bum and that awesome, half-erect cock displayed.

‘Your turn, Norma,’ the naked Pushpa said. ‘Get to her omorfi thiles, Alex, while I get her knickers off. She’s quite a callypigeon, herself, you know.’

I was quickly naked, too, and Alex walked round me, commenting, ‘That is certainly Manisa Escort a lovely bum, and I can’t wait to sample those thiles. And those grey pussy-hairs. I’ve seen a good few montes – must keep up the Latin – but never a mons like that.’

‘I want to see your curls,’ I said. ‘Come on, Pushy, let’s denude this demoiselle.’

‘Strange, that,’ Alex said, ‘As I unzipped and dropped the skirt of her smart suit. ‘You’d think “denude” meant the opposite. And I’m hardly a demoiselle, but that would be a good name for a lingerie line.’

‘Your knickers are beautiful,’ I said, ‘Perfect fit. Not diaphanous this time. Very chaste, with those forget-me-nots and the lacy trimming. I would love to see Pushpa push aside the gusset and gush into them.’

Pushpa said, ‘It’d be a pleasure. Just wait till I get her bra off.’

‘You wait your turn,’ I said, ‘They’re coming off. Like this, slowly. These curls have a date to tangle with my rough old badger.’

There is a special, magical, moment when women embrace and their breasts squash together and their nipples snag, and they gather each other’s bum-cheeks in both hands and pull themselves closer, so that their mons-fernery rasps together, sometimes even with a little susurration. The more delightful in that they know they are going to make love eventually and give each other orgasms. Such was the case when Alex and I pressed against each other and felt each other’s bosoms and the tangling of our minge-fur, hers silky and mine coarser.

Without any discussion, Alex lay on one of the beds on her back and opened her legs. I lay between them and our mouths met and we tongued and sucked for minutes, while I rolled gently side to side on her, my breasts caressing hers. Then I withdrew down her body and licked and sucked her delightful nipples, hard and rubbery between my teeth and lips. She writhed beneath me in increasing arousal and soon it was time to delve in those curls and slide my tongue-tip along the greasy groove, and breathe the heady vaginaroma.

It is a feature of erotic narration that it is often short on the olfactory joys of sex. But the cunt-scent is important and integral to the events. And I know that men and transwomen find it almost a drug, too, the odour going straight to the brain and along the nerves to the cock. As was the case on this occasion, for as I suckled Alex’s juices, Pushpa, fully aroused, by sight and smell, felt her way into me from the rear. I was naturally good and slippery, so she slotted home easily, and waited without moving, for me to take Alex to the brink.

Soon, Alex was holding the back of my head and pressing my mouth harder against her hard little clit. ‘I’m going to come,’ she announced quietly. ‘Fuck her, Pushpa. Here I come. Come now!’

Without further bidding Pushpa drew out a little, gasped and thrust home. I felt her penis swell and pulse, and I relished her enjoyment and Alex’s climaxing simultaneously.

Shortly we disengaged and lay alongside each other, stroking and kissing, and waited for further inspiration. Pushpa’s cock, wet from her sperm and my vagina, remained erect, so we knew we might resume when moved to do so.

2

Alex said, ‘I do so want that Pushpan penis in me, but I’m wondering if it there’s a way for you and me to share it, Norma. Obviously it can’t be in both of us at once , but can it move quickly from one to the other?’

Pushpa said, ‘There are ways, yes, and the idea is so exciting I’ll have to damp my ardour it if it’s to be effective. The trick is to get one above the other, as close as possible, and you can do it lying down, face up, or kneeling up.’

‘Let’s try it,’ Alex said, ‘If I Iie down, Norma, on my back, you rest your bum on my tummy, and if we have our legs well Manisa Escort Bayan apart, Pushpa can get between them and keep slotting home first in one then in the other. And she can choose which one of us to come in, and she can frot your clit, because I think your more clitorish than cuntish in coming.’

‘No, my darlings,’ Pushpa said, ‘I can start coming in one of you and finish in the other. I like to spread my seed around.’

We were soon in position, and Pushpa slid into me first, because I was already spermed and she could lubricate herself to enter Alex, who was, indeed, far from dry. And this is the moment to introduce a word which not many readers will know. There is a verb which covers the in and out movement of cock within cunt – ‘to thrutch.’ So, Pushpa thrutched half a dozen times, pulled out, rapidly and slotted smoothly into Alex. Some steady thrutching and she pushed into me again, and at the same time began to finger my clitoris.

‘Oh, Norma,’ Alex said, ‘This is lovely. Your bottom on my curlies is great, and knowing she’s fucking into you when not inside me is exciting. And she’s getting the angle to make me spurt. Can you come soon?

‘I certainly can,’ I said. ‘Your soft curls against my bum feel delightful, and the thrutching and clitting will tip me over.’

Pushpa began to thrutch harder, diving in and out and swapping between us more quickly, so that the interval between her occupation of us was shorter and shorter, creating the feeling she was most of the time within us.

‘If you come, Pushpa, that’ll do it for me,’ Alex panted, and I agreed.

‘Thank you, girls,’ Pushpa said, ‘Let’s see which of you I semenise first. I don’t know which until it happens. Oh, it’s happening now – into Norma – yes! – and now, oh, quick, let me get into Alex. That’s better! Can you feel me pumping, Alex?’

‘That’s done it!’ Alex called. ‘It’s coming. I’m going to spray – aaaaaah!’

She squirmed and shook beneath me and I felt a jet of her hot ejaculate splash on my thigh. Which intensified my climax, and I shuddered and juddered in ecstasy.

Eventually Pushpa withdrew from Alex and climbed out from between our legs. I slid off Alex and we lay like sardines, our breathing steadying. Pushpa was dripping Alex’s fluid and her spunk was oozing out of us both. We slept a little, I think. I know I did.

3

When I woke, Alex was saying, ‘One more half-virginity to go. I had my sweet Sasha coming in my arse, but she’s quite small. Dare I try to fuck Pushpa with my bum?’

‘Only if you really want to, honey,’ Pushpa said. ‘But you could venture a little at a time, and Norma could help by guiding and holding me and stopping me going too far.’

‘If I want to be multi-sexual I need to be open in all departments. Help me, then, Norma. We’ll see if I can take it.’

She knelt up on the bed, back hollowed to present her bottom as Pushpa got into position behind her and I knelt alongside, gathering lubricant from my vagina and smearing around Alex’s anus and Pushpa’s glans. I said, ‘Relax as much as you can, Alex. Try not to tighten up when her cock touches and begins to go in.’

I am not myself often open, in all senses, to anal entry, being a cuntish, not an arseish woman, though I have occasionally allowed someone desperate for bumming to use me. I have come across, in all senses, women who love being analised, to the point of orgasm, and have had fingers up quite a few womanbotts. But I do like to see a penis penetrate. The sight of it sinking its way into an orifice excites me. I like to watch it cruise into my own cunt. And the view of Pushpa’s cock addressing Alex’s arse was delightful.

I kept stroking Alex’s thighs and cheeks, and I smeared more glaze around the tight Escort Manisa entrance and the slowly disappearing cock-shield, which was, naturally, steadily stretching the anus as its increasing width was brought to bear. Alex was tending to flinch as she uttered little exclamations of surprise and pain ‘Oh, it’s so big. I can’t take it. It hurts. But there’s something…Stop a minute. Let me get used to it. I’m not sure I can go on. Do you like it, Pushpa. Does it give you pleasure?’

‘Alex, it’s lovely, so tight, and it’s magic to hold your bottom and see it going in. But I’m not going to go on unless you really want me to.’

Alex said, ‘Put some fingers in my cunt, Norma. That’ll help. Go on a bit, Pushpa.’

I reached under and slipped two fingers into her vagina and brought the other hand into play to caress her clitoris. Pushpa forced another centimetre in, and she was still not up to the widest shield diameter. I was fascinated but anxious that Alex might suffer damage. She was groaning and uttering inarticulate little cries. But when Pushpa began to withdraw, fearing she was causing so much pain, Alex shouted, ‘No, no, stay in. Don’t stop. Go all the way, all the way!’

Hastily I felt into my cunt for more slime and wiped onto Pushpa’s cock-head, causing her to twitch in near-orgasm. Then, with a powerful pelvic thrust she drove her shaft half way. Alex shrieked, but then called out, ‘It hurts but it’s good, good. Come, Pushpa, come quick!’

A small thrutch and Pushpa’s head tilted back and she let out a shout of delight. ‘Lovely, lovely!’ And, lubricated by her sperm she automatically drove all the way in, and Alex cried out again. Through her vagina wall and rectum I felt the cock swell and spurt, and I felt the cunt fibrillate, and I knew that Alex was coming, her whole body tensed and gripped around that pulsing penis.

After a long moment in which all three of us were rigid, Alex collapsed forward, tearing herself off my fingers and the cock, which drooped a little and dribbled. The whole scene was too much for me, and I scrambled onto my back beside the trembling Alex and opened my legs wide. Pushpa knew what I needed and dived straight into me and slammed against my cervix. Which triggered my climax, as I ground my vulva against the cock-root. And Pushpa came again, her orgasm following its predecessor within seconds, the speediest double I had experienced with her. She jerked and jiggled within me, grinding her teeth and emitting a kind of throaty roar.

Stunned, spent and panting we lay in a heap a long time, until Pushpa said, ‘Are you all right, Alex?’

Alex said, ‘Sore as hell, but we surely did it. I’m not sure I’ll try it again, though if my Sasha wanted it…’

We made ourselves more comfortable, closely embraced, and slept for some time. When we awoke, sticky with half-dried ejaculate, Alex said, ‘Have you any left in your balls, Pushpa? Because if you have there’s something I’d like to see and do.’

‘I think there’s more. What would you like?’

‘I want to masturbate you onto Norma’s bottom. I don’t know why, because I’ve never thought about watching a penis ejaculate until recently, but now I’m obsessed with it, and Norma’s bum is special to take it.’

We were soon in position, with Pushpa and me kneeling, her cock poised over my bottom and clutched in Alex’s right hand, while her left hand was reaching beneath me, questing for clit. When my nod assured her she had her finger on the button she began to work with both hands. Of course, I couldn’t see the hand manipulating the penis, but I bent forward and lowered my head to watch the hand finagling my vulva.

Since Pushpa and I had both come hard we needed a quite lengthy spell of womanipulation. But eventually Pushpa said, ‘It’s on the way, girls. Can you come, Norma?’

‘Spray my bum, Pushy, and I’ll come.’

‘I’m really going to make you both come, aren’t I? Alex said, needing no answer, and as the sperm splattered my cheeks, and my orgasm spread out from her finger, she gave a cry of triumph and satisfaction.

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Final Exam

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Note to reader: This is a story for women. I get all this hate mail saying I hate men and try to put them down in my stories. That is not true. Men come in all sizes just like brasseries. You’re not stuck with what you draw out of the pile. You throw some back and try again looking for a keeper. This is a story about a keeper.

*

The music was soft and slow and a very handsome guy was expertly waltzing me around a dimly lit dance floor. Ken was a superb dancer. We had finished a delightful lobster dinner and we were now enjoying a little Courvoisier and dancing on a romantic, open-air dance floor under a bright new moon. Ken didn’t know it but I was gonna fuck him tonight.

We were both in our senior year at Sewanee, The University of the South. Both our families had lived in the Sequatchie Valley for two centuries and were southern to the core. Both our fathers were very successful businessmen. They had to be to send us to Sewanee. Sewanee claimed the annual cost was only forty-four thousand a year but everyone knew it cost a hell of a lot more than that.

My older brother had already graduated and joined Dad in the family business. Ken would join his dad next year. My grades would get me into law school or medical school but I had no intention of busting my butt. I was gonna live like Mom and raise a family and I wanted a husband just like Dad so I could afford to. And I was dancing with the most amazing guy I had ever met. He had passed every test except one.

Ken had visited my folks and I had visited his, even though our families had been friends for generations. It was like taking an examination to sit and talk pleasantly with his Mom. I knew she was checking me out carefully to see if I was good enough for her son.

Ken had gone through the same thing with my Dad who had chatted “casually” about business. There was nothing casual about it! Dad wanted to know if Ken was smart enough to support his beloved daughter. And I think Ken had passed, as I did with his Mom.

Tonight was his FINAL EXAM! That was MY job.

You see, my mom was a genteel southern lady who could talk about “dirty” things without using dirty words. For instance she told me that Dad had never gone out looking for strange stuff but if he had done it discretely and rarely she would have looked the other way, like a good wife should. And she didn’t say “strange stuff” but I got the message.

Mom told me that most guys didn’t know how to fuck and it was important to find a husband that DID. It made for a better marriage. It was important enough that I should check it out to be sure. I got a real education from that southern lady without a single dirty word being spoken.

Ken was the man of my dreams. I thought he might be “Mister Right” but tonight I was gonna give him that last test, his final exam. I was gonna fuck him and see for myself if what two of my girlfriends had said about him was true. They said he was a fabulous fuck!

We finished our drinks and got up to leave. As we walked to the car I looked at his physique. Ken was in very good shape. He exercised a lot as I learned trying to keep up with him on my bike taking the steep Valley Road between Jasper and Sewanee.

And he never drank too much. I remembered my Mon trying to get him drunk. She kept tempting him with one choice brandy after another. I don’t know whether he knew it was a test or not but he passed.

We got to his car, a Lexus SUV. It was parked alone in a remote part of the restaurant parking lot. A lot of guys at Sewanee had nice little sports cars but Ken preferred an SUV and I think I knew why. Tonight it was my intention to find out if my girlfriends were telling the truth when they said there was room in the back to fuck.

He opened the front door for me and I opened the rear door and scrambled in. The seats were folded up and there were several pillows on the floor. He leaned in and looked at me closely.

“You’re not drunk,” he said.

It was a statement of fact, not a question. But he was asking a question: why have you decided to fuck after all these months of dating?

“No I’m not drunk,” I said. “I just think it’s time.”

“Just like that?” He asked.

“No, not just like that,” I replied. “I have given it a lot of thought and I expect you to devote a substantial amount of time and effort convincing me that I have made the right decision before that decision becomes final.”

“Wait here,” he said and closed both doors.

Where the hell is he going, I asked myself as he walked back toward the restaurant. When he returned he had two snifters with a generous amount of Courvoisier in each. I opened the door for him and he handed me one.

“I promised to bring the snifters back tomorrow,” he said, climbing in and positioning the pillows so we could Manisa Escort sit with our backs against the front seats and our legs stretched out, comfortably.

Shit! I thought. What a man! Is any other guy charming enough to persuade an elite restaurant staff to let him walk out with crystal snifters worth over fifty dollars apiece with only a promise of returning them?

I held my glass up in a toast and said, “To us.”

He clinked my glass with his and said, “To our future.”

He said it as though he were confident we had one.

We toasted our future. I looked around the SUV. So far the girls are right I thought. There’s plenty of room to fuck and pillows and places for your drinks. This is why he owned a big SUV. A lot of pussy had been serviced and enjoyed in here and probably several cherries lost. He had that charisma that attracted women.

“Your Mom and mine are lucky,” I said. “Good hard working husbands and kids that stayed out of trouble.”

He thought a moment and responded, “Your Dad and mine are just as lucky. Each found the perfect woman to help him.”

“You’re a lot like my Dad,” I said.

“You’re a lot like my Mom,” he replied.

He put his arm around me gently and we sipped our cognac. After a few minutes he took the snifter from my hand and set it down with his near the door. Then he turned me and held me in his arms with my head resting on his right hand and kissed me gently and then kissed me warmly. Holding me lovingly I felt his other hand begin to explore my body.

His right hand held my face close to his as he continued to kiss me. His left hand moved gently over my breast and down my belly and, avoiding my pussy, he stroked down my thigh and then moved under my skirt just a little so he could rub my inner thigh just above my hose. That is one of the most sensitive places on a woman’s body.

Of course I had worn hose and a garter belt! No woman in her right mind wears pantyhose on a date! Even if she plans to do nothing. Pantyhose can be a disaster if plans change. There is simply no sexy way to get them off. And thigh highs are not nearly as sexy as garter belts!

Damn! This feels good, I thought. Most guys just grab my tits. He just teased ’em. He knows where he’s going and he’s gonna enjoy the trip. And so am I. My girlfriends said he is never in a rush. Every move he makes is one you wished he’d made sooner. They were right. He was turning me on.

I’d fucked my share of guys, but like most “good” southern girls I’d been discrete and careful so I didn’t have a reputation. Only a few of my very close girlfriends knew about some of it. Mostly I fucked on “girls vacations.” Guys I didn’t know and didn’t care about. I was getting ready for guys I might know and care about. And I discovered that Mama was right when she said that most guys don’t know how to fuck. I also learned how to enjoy a couple of guys that DID know how.

His fingers were stroking my inner thigh lovingly and slowly creeping up towards pay dirt. But then he stopped moving up and just stayed about an inch below my panty line, slowly stroking me till I thought I was gonna go out of my mind. He could feel my arousal when I kissed him. What the hell is he doing I asked myself? Shit! I KNOW what he’s doing! He’s driving me out of my mind. That’s what he’s doing!

Then very slowly and softly he took his hand off my thigh and brought it back up along the same route he had used going down and gently caressed by breast. Shit, I thought, he got me ready for it but he didn’t do it! Now my pussy is dripping and I’m horny as hell. And he knows that the hornier he gets me the better fuck I’m gonna be.

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse. That left hand then traveled around the top of my skirt tickling my belly and butt as he pulled my blouse out of my skirt. Once again I wanted his hand to move under my skirt and rub down my belly but he did not.

He lifted me up with his right arm and easily slipped off my blouse and laid it neatly over the front seat. I think this guy has done this before. Shit! He’s done it hundreds of times before! He knows what the hell he’s doing and he’s so slow that I want him to go faster.

His right hand caressed my neck and shoulder and he slowly rubbed his hand across my back. I was wearing only a half-slip. Then back to my neck and I felt the strangest sensation. Shit! My bra was unhooked. He had unfastened my bra as he lovingly stroked my back! How the hell did he do that? I bend over and use TWO hands and his clever fingers had just let my 35C boobs loose without any effort at all.

I felt his right hand move down to my back just below my neck and lift me up and my bra straps fell off my shoulders and his lips were kissing and nibbling my nipples. My God! He’s like a magician! He strips Manisa Escort Bayan a girl naked without her realizing what’s happening to her. Before she can say, “Don’t play with my tits,” he’s already sucking on her nipples.

Then he settled down to caress my body and I realized that he had me half naked before I figured out what was happening. I thought of myself as an experienced woman and I am, but he stripped me half-naked like a silly high school girl! At least I didn’t giggle!

He didn’t go further. He caressed and kissed my body and he was slowly driving me wild. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and ready but his hand never went below my waist again. I wanted to feel that soft hand on my belly working his way down but it just didn’t happen. It was exactly like my friends had said. Girls never said “No” because they wanted him to do more before he did it and to do it faster.

“You have a lovely body,” he said softly, lifting me up to a sitting position and putting his arm around me.

Then he handed me that snifter of brandy, clinked his glass against mine and took a sip. My horny brain was saying, “Strip me down you bastard and fuck me,” but he was taking his time and sipping Courvoisier. I remembered one of my girlfriends saying she almost asked him to fuck her. I had never met a guy like this before. No wonder he gets so much pussy!

His right arm was around my shoulder and he put his hand on my face and turned me toward him to kiss me. Then setting his own snifter down he took mine from my hand and kissed me harder. Then his left hand began that familiar journey down my breasts and belly, this time pausing very lightly on my pussy before moving further. It was like a promise of more to come. I was getting my hopes up.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh just above my hose and got a sudden thrill in my pussy as I knew for sure he was gonna get up there this time. He got there but stayed OUTSIDE my panties. That’s not where I want that hand! I remembered one girlfriend who said to me, “I almost asked him to hurry up.”

My panties were soaking wet, of course, but he didn’t try to get his fingers under the elastic. That hand moved up to the top of my bikini panties and I couldn’t tell at first what he was doing until I felt him begin to roll my panties down from the top. How the hell did he do that I asked myself. He just kept rolling them down till what I had on was like a stripper’s G-string.

I’ve got a thick, curly haired beaver and now the front of my panties barely covered it. Then he started moving my skirt down. How the hell did he get the clasp and zipper at the waist open? I didn’t feel him do that either! I lifted my hips and my half-slip and skirt were pulled gently down my legs till I kicked them off.

I looked down at myself in the soft moonlight. I looked like a stripper about to finish her act! My tits were naked as was my belly. I had only my garter belt on my belly and what looked like a G-string over my beaver. At least I had the presence of mind to move one of my spike-heeled shoes into a position that, if I do say so myself, made my legs look very sexy. And I got good legs!

Then that bastard hands me that damn snifter of Courvoisier and sits back to enjoy his drink. Shit! He’s got me on display naked! And he’s enjoying the view and I’m so damned horny I want to fuck him right away. And he’s gonna take his own sweet time and enjoy his drink as he studies my naked body. Shit! No wonder this bastard fucks any bitch he wants! He drives ’em wild getting ’em ready.

“You are a very beautiful woman,” he said softly as his eyes swept over my body in the soft moonlight. “The man who gets you for a wife will be very fortunate indeed.”

My pussy was screaming, “FUCK ME” and my heart was saying, “I think I’m in love.”

And my brain was telling me to stay calm and look like I was in control, instructions that my body completely ignored. I was laying there naked for his pleasure. At least I wasn’t trembling like a virgin or giggling like a high school girl, which, I’ll bet, is what happened to a lot of the gals he stripped down this way.

He took another sip of his drink and then reached down and got my skirt and half slip and, folding them slowly and carefully, he placed them atop my blouse on the back of the front seat. My bra seemed to have disappeared until I saw if neatly folded with my other clothes.

My pussy was screaming, “Don’t fold up my damn clothes, fuck me!”

Then casually he removed his coat and shirt and tie. He stripped himself quickly and placed his clothes neatly over the back of the front seat next to mine. His boxers came off last and I saw what I had been waiting eagerly to see. It was circumcised and only semi-erect, but in the poor light it appeared to be more Escort Manisa than adequate to please even the most demanding woman.

And he took off his socks! A lot of guys don’t and there is nothing more ludicrous than a naked man with his socks still on. He wants to fuck and you want to laugh!

Clinking his glass against mine he took another sip of Courvoisier before setting his snifter down and taking mine gently from my hand.

Then turning his attention to me again he lay his naked body against mine and nibbled on a nipple. His hard cock was pressing against my hip. He put his finger under my garter belt and lifting it up he let it snap down against my belly.

“May I leave this on?” He asked. “I find hose and garter belt most attractive. Especially when worn with spike heels by a woman with legs as good as yours.”

“Leave it on,” I said. “I don’t think it blocks your view of anything.”

He chuckled and said, “Just one more thing to see.”

And, finally, he pulled my panties down revealing a beaver I was very proud of. Thick and lush. His lips on my nipple began a trip down my belly much more slowly than I wanted. He paused at my navel where his tongue felt wonderful. He continued down through my bush to my clit, which he tongued lightly and delicately. At last he positioned his body between my legs, which I spread for him eagerly. I felt like I had been waiting a hell of a long time to spread my legs.

His tongue was driving me mad because he kept missing the head of my clit, which was the most sensitive place in my pussy. It was NOT an accident. I kept moving my ass to get his tongue in the right position and he kept moving his tongue away from where I wanted it to be. You bastard! I thought. I’m NOT gonna beg like all the other horny broads you fucked. I’m not gonna do it!

I was slowly going out of my mind, but I was NOT gonna beg. Then when I thought I could not take one second more of this teasing he moved his tongue to the head of my clit and stimulated me so rapidly that it felt like electricity shooting through my entire pussy. Before I knew what was happening my pussy and my whole pelvis just exploded with a powerful orgasm.

I felt my pussy start to contract and for a moment I was not aware of my surroundings. I was somewhere else. Then I seemed to wake up and he was fucking me!

How the hell did that happen? He slipped that damn thing into me without me even realizing it when I was consumed by my orgasm. Shit! How many cherries has he popped that way I wondered? No woman in the world, not even the purest virgin can say no in the middle of an orgasm.

I was pumping my ass without thinking and it felt like time was standing still. My arms and legs were wrapped around his body holding him close to me. He owned me! We were both sweating heavily from our exertions and our naked bodies were making slapping sounds as we came together.

I have no idea how long we fucked before I had that second orgasm but my pelvis exploded again in those wonderful contractions and this time I felt my pussy grab on to something hard and soft at the same time and big and moving in and out of me forcefully.

He collapsed on my slippery body panting for air and I felt his sweat mingle with my own as I panted with him. I licked the sweat off his shoulder and felt stimulated by his taste. I don’t know how long we lay there trying to breathe, but it was a very long time.

He rolled off to my side. Lying quietly and holding each other close was a very beautiful moment. One that I will remember always.

Lying there I tried to remember the details of what we had done, especially him slipping that damn thing into me during my first orgasm. Shit! Suddenly I remembered! I had heard a screaming voice begging, “TAKE ME – PLEASE TAKE ME!” Was that in my head or did I say it out loud? I had kept telling myself I wasn’t gonna beg for it.

Oh my God! Did he hear me say that? Did he hear me beg? Well, if I HAD said it out loud it would not be the first time this big bastard had heard a woman beg him to fuck her.

I giggled softly as I thought of him admiring my body in heels, hose, and garter belt. I could see this horny bastard making me walk around our house that way. Hell! He’d fuck me on the living room rug if I did that. Not a bad idea, I thought. In OUR house!

I’m glad he liked my body. I hope he enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him. I hope I passed HIS test because he sure as hell passed mine.

My thoughts were interrupted when he whispered softly in my ear. It was the question I had hoped he would ask when the time came, and it was so wonderful to hear him ask it that I got tears in my eyes.

“I’ll give you my answer tomorrow,” I said. “Mom told me to never make a big decision with a freshly fucked pussy because a satisfied pelvis interferes with a girl’s decision making.”

“That’s funny,” Ken said. “Dad told me to never to make a big decision when I had a hard on, for the very same reason. That’s why I waited to ask.”

Well, I thought, I got him. Now it’s MY job to KEEP him!

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I continued my tongue travel down her body, swirling her belly button (she had an innie), and going right to the pleasure pot…her womanhood. The vagina had become enlarged. As I licked her hood, it opened up (just like Janet’s). I proceeded to give her clitoris a treat to make it hard and willing to accept me.

Agnes was beginning to moan and sigh…the sigh every woman makes when she is aroused. I know it wouldn’t be much longer, but I had another treat for her. I said, “Agnes, I love you and I want to give you an experience not too many woman get from their lovers.” She replied, “Take my body, and do anything you want. Rape me, fuck me…have your way with me. I submit to your passion and love.” Upon hearing that, I had her turn around and bend over. “YES COCKMASTER.”

I had her bend forward and hold tight to the back part of the chaise. As she did this, I went down completely on my knees. I proceeded to run my tongue from her ankles, up her calf, and to her asshole. AGNES WAS REALLY BEING TURNED ON. I could feel it. My tongue darted around and around the rim of her ass, then I put in and out of her hole (something I love to do). Around and around he goes, where he stops, only she knows.

After about five minutes of this sheer delight, Mardin Escort both of us were wild with passion. I raised myself up to mount her. I was aware of the sun beating down on us, and even the birds were softly chirping. The pine trees were whispering their song of love to us, as they bent to and fro in the afternoon breezes.

As I stood up, I was sobbing in the ecstasy of my love for her. She was saying, “Peter, I love you and I want you to live me NOW. I want you and I to orgasm together.” I was ready to mount my blood gorged shaft in her, but paused momentarily to secure a condom. Agnes said, “don’t worry hon, I can’t get pregnant. I want to feel your meat in my love tunnel.”

I said, “that’s wonderful of you. I really didn’t want to use one. Only the big boys go bareback riding…and I love to ride bareback.” Agnes was trembling as she said, “fuck me NOW and hard and as hard as you can. Shove that cock was up my cunt, and just bang the hell out of it. Get it in as far and as deep and as long as you want. TAKE ME …TAKE ME…FUCK IT…FUCK IT”

We started pumping each other, hard and fast, hard and fast…

We were fucking each other, fast and passionately, both screaming in ecstasy (which you could do being out in Mardin Escort Bayan the secluded woods). Pumping furiously, my cock was totally enraged. There were strokes where I would totally put my cock out, and then slam it completely in, all the way up to my pubic bone. When I did this, she would absolutely scream and scream, moaning, “rape me, rape me, I love you.”

I replied, “be my whore…I love you…I want to fuck you and make you happy. I want to make you feel like a real woman. You’re my slut. I love you.” As soon as I muttered this to her, we orgasmed simultaneously, my cock buried inside her tunnel. Spitting out the sperm, milky white and hot for her. She was holding my cock inside her, with her vaginal lips, then letting the train out of the tunnel, to its next stop.

In spite of the intense orgasm, I was still hard. Agnes then turned around and we embraced, kissed and cooed in each others ears. I asked her if she would like to get fucked in the ass. She said, “I have never done it there before, but you are my COCKMASTER, and I’ll try to make you happy.”

I had her turn around again and bend over, grasping her supple ankles with her hands. As she did this, I told her I needed to stimulate her opening. I put some Escort Mardin suntan lotion on my middle finger, and inserted it in her asshole. She gasped slightly. I knew I had to get the outer ring to relax, so I just slid my finger in and out, until she begged for my cock.

I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy to get it wet with our cum juices, and slowly started easing the head of my cock in her stretched hole. When I felt the ring relax and her asshole accepted me, I rammed my cock in. She cried and screamed over that huge, thick penis in her really small hole. Agnes kept crying for more and more. We pumped and pumped. She shouted “stretch it, stretch it. I love it. Yes YES!!”

Just then I heard a car horn sound. I pulled out of her and, with two hands, grabbed each ass cheek with my hands, and pushed her in the pool. I bent over, still with my flaming hardon, grabbed our suits, and jumped into the pool. Agnes did the quick change again, put her suit on, just as her husband Alan, and Janet came around the corner in the car, and pulled to a stop.

They got out of the car, came over, and exchanged pleasantries. Janet asked us how the water. We both said the water was fine and to come on in.

– The End –

P.S. I later found out…the horn honking was a little signal Alan and Agnes had prearranged, to let her know he was back. It seems Alan was willing to put up with his sexual shortcomings and let Agnes know…if she was fucking a guy, to get her clothes on before he pulled into the driveway.

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Every Third Thursday

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There is this period of time in between the last time you had something, and the moment when you no longer feel the insane pull of need for that certain something. During that in between time, one becomes absolutely insane with want and need. Of course I’m talking about sex. We have all had our dry spells, and there always comes that moment when you finally just give up, and while the want is still there, it isn’t driving you as insane as it was before. It’s like your body has finally detoxed, and you finally get some of yourself back. For me, it takes about a good month. This is a story about week three.

Week three has to be my most insane, primal, animalistic want of fuckage during my detox. I masturbate before bed. I masturbate when I wake up. I masturbate on my lunch break. Lucky for me I am female so I am not walking around with a raging boner every hour of the day. But literally anything can set me off. I see something penis shaped, and I want to fuck it. I see a woman’s cleavage, not even good cleavage, and it’s hard to take my eyes off of it. It’s like I am a fourteen year old boy trapped in a thirty-three year old woman’s body.

And you want to know what really puts the icing on the cake? I’m a nurse, and so I am constantly having to be witness to exposed flesh. It may not be the nicest flesh, but at this stage of my detox, I don’t care. Skin is skin, and I want it on me, in me, around me…you get the picture. You have a weird bug bite where? You think you pulled something while playing basketball with the boys and you have to take your shirt off for the doctor to examine you? You have a bad cold so I need to give you a shot of antibiotics in your lovely ass? Its hell, I tell you! HELL!

Every dry spell is the worst one yet, and this one was no different. I usually work in a doctor’s private office, but the hospital we were affiliated with had asked for some volunteers to the work late shift at the ER. I thought his would be the perfect opportunity to not be surrounded by people constantly, and also to make some extra money. I had to admit that my plan was working out perfectly. It looked like it was a dry spell for the ER as well, and I was being tortured by my thoughts only.

During my rounds on the first night I found the entrance to the abandoned wing. You know, that creepy abandoned wing all old hospitals have that has some kind of creepy story attached to it. Of course my first thought was “What a great place to fuck!” Since that wasn’t an option at the moment, my next thought was how I was sure it would be a much more comfortable place than my car or the women’s restroom for some break time finger fuckage.

I spent the next two nights scoping the place out. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be disturbed because despite my need, I also needed my job, and getting caught in such a situation would not be good for my career. It seemed to me that the coast was clear, and as the clock ticked closer and closer to my break time, I felt my body tingle in anticipation. I had the room at the end of the hall all picked out. I had a stash of bedclothes in the room right outside of the abandoned hall’s entrance. The nurse that relieved me was right on time, and I practically ran to my destination.

I made my way quietly through the doors, and started walking to my chosen room. The hall wasn’t as creepy as everyone made it out to be, and was dimly lit enough to where I didn’t need a flashlight. As I got closer to my room, I started to hear voices. I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand as all the stories I had heard the past few days flooded my memory.

But these voices weren’t creepy, though. Matter of fact, they sounded a bit…sultry? I moved closer to the room I had picked out, and I could make the voices out clearer. “Thank you so much, doctor, for seeing me like this,” said a woman’s voice. “How can I ever repay you?” I stopped dead in my tracks. That didn’t sound sincere at all. In fact, it sounded like something from a bad porno. I inched closer.

“No worries, Madeline. What seems to be the problem?” said another woman’s voice, this one more authoritative. I moved close enough to where I could see through the space between the door and the wall, the old doors leaving a large space between the two. There was a red haired woman sitting on the hospital bed (my hospital bed!) in a hospital gown, her hands folded in her lap as she looked up longingly at a woman in a white doctor’s coat. The doctor had dark hair, and it was pulled back in a neat bun.

“Well, since Larry died, I haven’t been able to have…well…my woman’s exam.” Madeline looked down at the Kütahya Escort floor and then back into the doctor’s eyes, pleadingly. The doctor turned away and pulled up a roll up cart with all of supplies laid out neatly.

“Not a problem. Go ahead and lie back and put your feet in the stirrups,” she instructed. I knew this wasn’t legit. If the doctor didn’t know what the problem was, why did she already have all of her supplies ready? And then it hit me: they were using my room for the exact same thing I was going to use it for. Well, maybe not exact. I mean, I was by myself. I also wasn’t living out a doctor/patient fantasy. A female on female doctor/patient fantasy. Holy shit. This was going to be hot.

I inched forward as much as I could so that my body was leaning against the wall and prepared to take it all in. Madeline had laid down and was inching her gown up her thighs as she placed her heals into the stirrups. She was a natural red head, her fire red pubic hair glowing in the light of the small lamp they had hooked up in the room. As the doctor rolled towards her in a rolling stool, she spread her milky white legs, and I had to hold in my gasp at the sight of her.

“You may feel some pressure,” the doctor said as she placed a hand on Madeline’s inner thigh with one hand, inserting the speculum with her other. She had no gloves on, I noticed. Madeline let out a small gasp, and I felt a twitch in my nethers. “I’m sorry, Madeline. I seem to have gone in at the wrong angle.” The wrong angle? I mean there is only one way…oh. I shut my brain off. The doctor then pulled the speculum out slowly, and then pushed it back in, just as slow.

Madeline’s mouth was open slightly, and instead of hearing the familiar click of the speculum being put into place, the doctor stood up between Madeline’s legs. “I think it is a good idea to also do a breast exam. To be thorough.”

Madeline nodded in agreement. “Yes. Of course.” She reached up and shrugged the hospital gown off of one shoulder, and then another, exposing her breasts. They were pale with pink nipples, and I could see a faint dusting of freckles over her chest. The doctor than leaned forward, taking both of them into her hands and started to knead them softly. As she was kneading them I could see her hips moving forward and back, no doubt against the piece of medical equipment buried inside of Madeline.

“How long has it been since Larry has been gone?” Asked the doctor in a professional tone. Madeline had been looking off to the side, but at the doctor’s question she looked up at her.

“Almost a year now. I’ve been so lonely…” Madeline answered, and I could tell her breathing had increased. She gasped as the doctors thumbs ran over her nipples.

“Have your nipples always been so sensitive?” the doctor ask, her authoritative tone starting to disintegrate.

“Why, yes. Ever since…Oh!” Madeline exclaimed with a gasp as the doctor rolled them between her thumb and index finger. Madeline’s back arched and the doctor’s hips thrust forward hard. Madeline’s face took on a look of almost believable surprise as the doctor bent over her body to take one of her beautiful pink nipples into her mouth. Madeline moaned deliciously, and that was my queue. I hadn’t even noticed that one of my hands were on my breast until I had to take it from it to reach down and start undoing the front of my pants. It was then that I heard something behind me.

I turned quickly, and instantly there was a hand over my mouth. It was the security guard that I had only seen in passing during shift change. I was always so jealous that he wasn’t on my shift and I didn’t have the opportunity to seduce him, or at least in my mind, because who was I kidding? He was gorgeous. Perfect example of a security guard. Tall, broad shoulders, buzz cut…the works. But back at the case in hand…hand over my mouth. Most people would be terrified of a man sneaking up behind them and putting their hand over their mouth, but in my heightened state of sexual frustration, a whole swarm of fantasies popped in my head.

He looked in my eyes and I could see laughter in his. He placed a finger over his mouth, soundlessly shhhhhhing me. I nodded my head, and he took his hand away from my mouth. He was smiling, but I didn’t have the ability to smile back. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly turned me back around to where the doctor had Madeline’s breasts pressed together, licking back and forth between the two of them while Madeline had her arms above her head, grasping the headrest of the bed for dear life. Her soft moans and whimpers were echoing off of the barren walls Kütahya Escort Bayan of the room, and I almost forgot for a moment that I had company.

I stiffened at the thought. A security guard! Of all the people! I saw the shadow of his hand come up and brace against the wall near my head and I felt him move up closer behind me. He then bent down slightly and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. “They do this every third Thursday of the month. Like clockwork.” His voice was deep, and I felt my knees start to give way a little.

I turned my head and looked at him, and turned it more and leaned back a little towards his ear. “Maybe we should leave them to it then?” I pulled away and looked back at him. He was looking forward, through the crack, a smile spreading on his face. He then looked down at me, and leaned forward towards my ear again.

“They know I’m watching. It’s part of the whole thing. I was just running a little late tonight.” I smiled and nodded. “I’m Carl,” he said, and I turned and looked at him again. I leaned towards his ear.

“Beatrice,” I said. He smiled and leaned in again.

“Now we aren’t strangers,” and I felt the weight of him against the back of me. Was this really happening? I looked back at the scene in front of me to see that the doctor had come to rest kneeling between Madeline’s legs. She had one hand resting on Madeline’s mound, her thumb moving over her clit while her other hand eased the speculum in and out of her. Madeline still had her arms above her head, her breasts bouncing slightly with every arch of her back and twitch of her body.

I leaned back against Carl, my head resting against the shoulder whose hand was resting on the wall. He set to work instantly, bringing his mouth to my neck and placing wet kisses against it. I tried to keep my breathing regular, and not to moan, lest I interrupt the scene before us. His hand left the wall and then I felt both of them under my shirt, sliding up my sides and over my ribs to my breasts. He filled his hands with them and squeezed, and I put my own hands over my shirt and his hands to push them harder against me.

He reached under and grabbed my underwire and lifted, allowing my breasts to spring free. His hands were slightly callused and a little rough, bringing waves of sensation from the skin to skin contact. I let out a quiet sigh of contentment and pushed back against him, feeling his hardness against the back of me. I rubbed myself against it, and felt rather than heard Carl groan. He pinched my nipples, making me jerk against him, and his hands left my breasts to slide down the front of me.

Madeline’s moans were getting closer together, and I looked forward to see her shudder with release. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was thrusting her hips forward to meet the doctor’s speculum thrusts. I needed to be filled like Madeline was, but not with something cold and metallic. I needed something warm and hard, and from what I was feeling against my ass, big. As Carl’s hand reached my already opened waistband, I turned my head so that my mouth was at his ear again. I licked his earlobe and took it between my teeth as his hand travelled lower, and opened my mouth to let out a gasp only he would hear as his fingers slid between my folds.

Again I felt him vibrate behind me, I moved my hand up and over his head to rest on the back of his neck to steady myself. He slide two fingers up and down me slowly, my wetness coating and lubricating them. I felt his teeth scrape across my neck and let out a groan of my own. My orgasm was building in me quickly, and I stopped sucking on his earlobe and removed my hand from his neck in order to start pulling down my pants, my underwear coming off next.

I heard the muffled sound of a belt buckle being undone behind me as I looked forward. Madeline was now standing, having left the bed. The doctor’s jacket and shirt were gone, leaving the doctor in a pencil skirt and heels. She and Madeline were embraced, kissing deeply, and Madeline quickly unclasped the doctor’s bra and was moving to the zipper of the skirt. I heard the sound of something heavy being placed on the floor, and then the sound of material dropping behind me, and I spread my legs apart slightly.

Madeline pulled the skirt down over the doctor’s gorgeous ass, her hands grasping it tightly as they turned, the doctor backing up towards the bed. Carl moved back up behind me, his cock hard against my own ass cheeks. He leaned into my ear. “I’m a man of the law, Beatrice,” he said, his voice heavy with breath. “I need to know that you want me to fuck you.” I reached behind me and grabbed Escort Kütahya a hold of him, shifting myself and bending over slightly so that his head was close to my opening. The movement left a streak of precum on my ass cheek, making my pussy scream. He groaned, and leaned forward again. “I need to hear it.”

I straightened up, but before turning to his ear I looked back at Madeline and the doctor. The doctor was leaned back, resting on her elbows, her black heels digging into the stirrups, as Madeline kissed the inside of her thighs. As Madeline’s head moved inward, the doctor moved her hands to her own breasts, pinching her nipples as Madeline’s mouth made contact with her pussy. The doctor’s head fell back and she moaned deeply.

I turned my head to Carl’s ear. “Fuck me,” I said. It came out harsh and breathy, and I think he knew how much I needed him buried inside of me. I leaned forward and he started to ease himself inside of me. My whole body became fire as he filled me, slowly. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but with every inch it quickened. Right when I thought I couldn’t take much more of him he eased out, and then slide back in, just as slowly. I put my hands on the wall in front of me and started to push back against him. He had his hands on my hips and refused to let me set the pace, slowly fucking me, giving me more of his length with every thrust.

I had my head resting on my arm and moved it to look at Madeline and the doctor. The doctor had her hands buried in Madeline’s red hair, her breasts pushed together by her arms and bouncing as she moved against Madeline’s face. She was going to come soon. I was going to come soon. Carl must have picked up on something, or maybe he was just that good, because his thrusts started to pick up in speed. He was letting me push back against him, and one of his hands moved from my hip and into my hair.

Carl took a fistful of my hair at the base of my bun right as my pussy started to contract. I turned my head and buried my face into my arm, biting down to keep from screaming in elation. I felt every curve, every crevice of him as I squeezed him, my orgasm causing my whole body to shake. He stayed buried inside me, and as the squeezing subsided, he eased himself out of me. As soon as he left me, I wanted him back inside. I turned to face him, breathing heavily. I motioned for him to lay down, and made sure he was positioned so that I could watch Madeline and the doctor while I rode him.

Madeline was bent over the doctor’s still sprawled form, kissing her deeply. I placed a foot on either side of Carl, and looked down at him as I took my shirt off, unclasped my bra, and threw both on the floor beside me. I reached up and let my hair down from its now messy bun, and then lowered myself onto my knees above him. I lowered myself onto him, taking handfuls of my own breasts as I did so, my mouth open in the silent moans I couldn’t let out. He ran his hands up my thighs as I started to move against him.

I threw my head back as I moved against him, my nipples pinched tightly between my fingers, rolling. I looked down at Carl and leaned forward, placing a hand on the floor on either side of his head. I looked through the crack and saw that Madeline had moved to the side of the bed. She had her ass towards the doctor and was bent over her leg, her middle and ring finger moving hard and fast, in and out of the doctor’s pussy. The doctor had turned slightly, and was doing the same to Madeline from behind. Both of them were moaning, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

I looked down at Carl, and started moving my ass up and down, faster and faster. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me down on top of him, dropping me onto my elbows, our chests smashed together. I buried my head into his shoulder as he thrust up into me, moving fast and hard. I matched him, and I could hear our skin slapping together. I moaned into his shoulder, biting down as I mumbled “Fuck me, fuck me,” over and over into his skin. He groaned and thrust into me hard, over and over, and I exploded, just in time to feel his seed burst into me, hot and thick.

We kept moving slowly against each other, our breathing ragged. We both realized at the same time where we were, and I slowly lifted my head. I looked through the crack, my vision clouded, only to see that Madeline and the doctor were gone. I looked down at Carl to see him looking over my shoulder, and I straightened up to look behind me. Madeline and the doctor were behind us, their eyes wide. They didn’t look upset, like I expected, but rather started walking back into the room. Madeline peeked back around the door, a smile spreading on her face. “Every third Thursday,” she said, and disappeared back around the door.

I looked down at Carl, and he also had a big smile on his face. “I’m not waiting that long!” he chuckled, wiggling his hips against me and making me suck in my breath.

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First Meeting Ch. 01

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“She’s not coming…” Steve spoke to himself as he looked at his phone, noting that it was now nearly 15 minutes past the time they’d arranged. No text.

He sighed. Cold feet, he thought to himself. And he couldn’t blame her. He’d very nearly cried off himself at the last minute as he dallied in the hotel lobby, wondering if he could really go through with this. He’d told himself that she wouldn’t turn up anyway, that she’d come to her senses and realise that she could do so much better than him. Or maybe she’d be stricken with guilt, the excitement of their first encounter swamped in a wave of remorse.

But he’d rallied, thinking back to their many email and IM exchanges, how they’d just seemed to click on so many levels, not just sexually. Both of them had looked forward to this first “real” meeting, the culmination of months of furtive online sessions, their long, steamy IM sessions, the exchange of pictures and even voice messages. So he’d taken a deep breath, strode purposefully up to the reception desk and checked in.

Once in the room, he’d unpacked the overnight bag he’d brought, hanging up the clothes he’d spent so long choosing, hoping to make that all-important good first impression. He hung up the collarless linen shirt and dark blue jeans so they lost their creases, and unpacked his wash bag. He took a shower, his mind flashing back to that picture Chloe had sent him, a small black and white shot of her breast, slathered with soap suds, obviously taken in the shower (how had she managed that without trashing her phone?), her erect nipple just visible through its soapy covering. His cock stiffened at the memory, and he soaped it absently, pulling the foreskin back and running his forefinger and thumb over the swollen plum of the head, partly just making sure it was clean, but also liking the feel of his hand on the sensitive skin. He broke off his reverie, aware that it would be far too easy to cum right there and then. He rinsed off, climbed out of the shower and dried himself.

Moving back into the main room, he’d dressed in his new clothes, examining himself critically in the mirror. Again, doubts surfaced in his mind. He was carrying too many pounds, and even his carefully chosen wardrobe couldn’t hide that fact. He sighed, sat on the bed and looked at his phone. Half an hour until their arranged meeting time. They’d exchanged mobile numbers the previous week, just before Chloe had flown to the UK to stay with her relatives. In the days that followed, they’d swapped increasingly excited emails, planning, arranging, working out their respective cover stories, both of them helping the other to formulate as water-tight a plan as they could. Finally, he’d texted her from the hotel reception area, just a brief message: “Room 457. I can’t wait… xxx”

He’d received an equally brief reply. Her texts had necessarily had to be brief, as her family were keeping her busy during her stay. “Me too. So excited. See you soon! xoxox”

Since then, he’d paced the room, trying unsuccessfully to distract himself from the growing sensation of butterflies in his stomach. Reading was out of the question, and he couldn’t focus on the TV for more than a few minutes. In his mind, he played out every possible scenario in his head. She wouldn’t show. She’d text to say something had gone awry, that she couldn’t make it. Or she’d arrive at the room, take one look at him and make some excuse, unable or unwilling to carry it through. He felt a little sick.

One o’clock came and went, and still no word. He had a growing sense of deflation. All that preparation, the plans, the messages, and for nothing. In one sense, he almost felt relieved that nothing was going to happen. He’d return to his life, and tell himself that it was probably for the best. But a not inconsiderable part of him was bitterly disappointed. He’d so wanted to at least meet this bewitching creature, even if only this once. Their chance encounter on an erotic fiction forum had quickly blossomed into something much less casual than the brief online gratification he’d been looking for. They’d grown not only to enjoy the sexual element of their relationship, but also had discovered much in common, too. He felt a genuine sense of loss that they would never find out if they clicked in real life…

He picked up his phone again. Nearly half an hour late now. He called up her number, his thumb hovering over her name in his address book, ready to call her and say that it was probably for the best…

The knock at the door, for all it was soft and hesitant, was enough to make him jump and drop his phone. Cursing, he bent to pick it up, his heart hammering in his chest. He put it in his pocket, and moved to the door of the room. Taking a deep breath, he took the handle and opened the door.

Chloe stood there, a nervous smile on her face. Her eyes lit up as the door revealed him, looking slightly flushed from his shock. Steve stood there, dumbly, looking at Mardin Escort her. She wore a simple print summer dress, cut at the knee. She was wearing the necklace he’d commented on, having seen it in one of her pictures, the plastic flowers framing her slim neck perfectly. Her long, brown hair was sleek and straight, and those eyes… God. He’d looked at those dark brown eyes many times in photos, but none of them did the real thing justice.

“Hi, Steve.” Her voice was slightly husky, exactly as he remembered from one recording she’d made for him. The memory of it, her voice increasingly breathless as she’d made herself cum for him, made him stiffen slightly, despite his nervousness.

“Are we going to stand here all afternoon?”

Her question broke the spell he’d been under and he spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

“Of course… Uhhh, come on in, please…” He couldn’t believe he felt so nervous, and cursed himself for sounding so lame. He stepped back, and as she walked into the room, trailing her little overnight case on wheels behind her, he caught a whiff of her perfume – Pure by DKNY – and he guiltily remembered going to his local chemist and asking for a sample after she’d mentioned that was her favourite. He’s stood there by the perfume counter, breathing in the scent and imagining it on her. It smelt better on her, the alchemy of her own subtle musk acting on the perfume to make fragrance that was headier still. He felt a twitch in his groin…

He closed the door and turned to face her. Chloe was standing by the bed in the small room, her hands crossed nervously across her lap. Her cheeks were red – he smiled a little as he remembered how easily she said she blushed, and how often he’d given her cause to over the past few months. A shy smile played over her lips as she stared into his eyes.

“So… here we are at last.” Her voice was low, soft and still husky, exactly as he remembered it from her recordings. She looked at him, expecting him to do something, say something to break the tension. Instead of speaking, he stepped forwards, enclosing her in a hug. She was tall, he knew that, and with her heels she was taller than any woman he’d ever been this close to. As his arms tightened round her, he felt her tense for a second, then melt towards him, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms sliding round his waist as he squeezed her gently. They stood like that for a few moments, both of them revelling in actually feeling one another for the first time. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo as he kissed the top of her head, which prompted Chloe to raise her head from his shoulder and look into his eyes.

Those eyes were even more striking close up, chocolate brown and large, framed perfectly by her eyebrows. Her mouth was slightly open, her teeth biting gently on her bottom lip in that coy expression he knew and loved so well. All nervousness forgotten now, he leaned down and brushed her lips with his, that first contact almost electric. She responded immediately, her hand sliding up his back to cradle his neck as she pressed her lips against his. Suddenly, they were kissing in earnest, their lips mashed together, breath coming hard and fast as they pressed even closer together. He was conscious that he was getting hard, his erection pressing into Chloe’s stomach as he cupped her head in his hands, his fingers tangling in her thick hair. He felt her mouth open, her tongue flicking tentatively across his lips, and moaned into her mouth as he reciprocated, his tongue meeting hers. She tasted… sweet. So sweet…

His hands slipped lower, down over her shoulders, her back and reaching to cup her buttocks, his big hands grasping her beautiful bottom (“bum”, she called it, her peculiarly English terminology making him smile every time she used it). He kneaded the firm flesh through her dress, pulling her closer to him, which in turn ground his now rock-hard erection even harder against her stomach. She moaned a little, her tongue stabbing deeper into his mouth as their passion mounted. She slid her hands down over his broad shoulders, down over his chest (he shuddered a little as her palms grazed over his nipples through his shirt) and then down his sides, the sensation hovering between ticklish and intensely erotic. They settled on his hips, pulling gently on him, increasing the friction between them.

He broke off the kiss, pulling back a little to look at her again. Her face was even more flushed now, and he noted with satisfaction that her pupils were wide, those deep brown eyes drinking in the sight of him. He smiled, his breath uneven, and said, “Now that’s what I call a hello…” They both laughed, the tension between them somewhat defused.

“I’m so glad you came,” he said. “I was convinced you weren’t coming…”

Chloe giggled then, and his heart just melted. Such a pretty laugh. “Don’t be silly,” she laughed, and her Canadian drawl sent Mardin Escort Bayan shivers down his spine. “There’s no way I was missing out on finally meeting my Fantasy Man.” She’d called him that so many times, and now – finally – it would be fantasy no longer…

He leaned down again, this time bypassing her sweet, smiling mouth and homing into the soft spot beneath her jawline, his lips brushing the skin of her neck, making her gasp. He smiled inwardly, knowing how much of a sweet spot her neck was for her. His tongue flicked out to trail lightly across her skin, and he was rewarded by a little purr of satisfaction. He kissed his way lower, down towards her collarbone, his lips pinching gently at the sensitive skin, and he felt her positively squirm in his arms. As his mouth reached the hollow behind her collarbone, her breath was coming in short gasps and she whispered, “Oh my Gawd, Steve, what’re you doing to me…?”

His grin actually stopped him from teasing her for a second, and he moved his mouth up to her ear and whispered breathily, “You want me to stop, baby…?”

“Jeez, no…” Chloe groaned, her own lips finding his neck and sucking gently at him, the sensation making him close his eyes for a second.

Almost of their own volition, his hands moved to the buttons on the front of her summer dress, undoing them one by one, exposing her ample cleavage, those beautiful big breasts encased in a sexy white bra. How he’s longed to kiss them. And now he did, his lips, brushing her skin, tongue darting out to play over soft swell of her boob. Chloe groaned again as his tongue touched the sensitive skin of her breast, and her hands flew to his head, her fingers playing over his short hair as she pulled him closer.

He fumbled another couple of buttons undone, enough to push the dress down over her shoulders and down her arms. It was fitted at the waist, so the top half just sat pooled round her waist. His hands played over her back, fingertips tracing little patterns over the soft skin. He raised his head again, his mouth almost touching her ear as he whispered, “Take it off, babe.”

Obediently, almost as if in a trance, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, shrugging the flimsy material off her shoulders. It dropped from her arms and onto the floor. He paused for a second, drinking in the sight of those full breasts tipped by perfect brown nipples, now erect from a combination of the cold and the sensations aroused by his tongue. He leaned down again, cupping one breast lightly in his hand and lowering his mouth to her nipple, his tongue tracing the areola but not quite touching the hard flesh at the centre. Chloe hissed a breath and squirmed a little, and he relented, flicked his tongue lightly over her pert nipple and was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath. Moving his hand to her other breast and running the palm over the hard nub, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth.

“Ohhhhh, baby…” Chloe moaned, her hand clenching onto his neck as she held him close. “God, Steve, I’ve waited so long…”

He grazed her nipple with his teeth, eliciting another gasp from her, then released the swollen bud from his mouth and grinned at her. “Me too, my gorgeous girl…”

All this time they’d been standing by the bed, her little suitcase long forgotten. Now he manoeuvred her so that her back was to the bed, and gently pushed her until she sat back on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs and leant in to kiss her again, a long, passionate kiss this time, their tongues moving against each other frantically. And as they kissed, his hands slipped up her thighs and under the skirt of her dress.

As his hands slid up the smooth, pale skin of Chloe’s thighs, pushing the dress higher as they went, he heard her sigh softly. They’d exchanged so many photos over the months before now that he felt like he knew every inch of her, yet the actuality of her, her presence here, now, set his head whirling a little. The reality was so much… more.

Planting a soft kiss on the inside of her knee, he was rewarded by a small intake of breath. He knew from their conversations how much she loved to be teased, and he intended to make this perfect for her. As his hands slid higher, revealing her panties beneath the dress, his tongue darted out, leaving a moist trail up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She squirmed a little, but he held her legs still with his arms. He moved his mouth to her other leg, this time opening his mouth slightly and sucking gently on the plump flesh of her inner thigh.

She moaned, low and throaty, then, “Ohhhhh, baby…” He sucked a little harder, his tongue playing over her skin, then moved his mouth an inch or so higher, the fresh patch of skin eliciting new sensations in her.

She moaned again, louder this time, and spread her legs a little wider. Her hands moved to his head, cradling Escort Mardin it in her hands, her fingers stroking his short hair. He shifted on his knees, moving his face a little closer to her hot core. He could smell her desire now, spicy, musky, and his mouth started to water. He looked up at her as she leaned looked down at him, her big brown eyes lidded with desire. He couldn’t help but smile…

Her dress was bunched round her waist, her low-riding lacy panties full exposed to his hot gaze. He moved his hand over her mound, his thumb brushing briefly over it. God, she was hot. And was that a trace of moisture he felt on her panties…? Moving his hands to her knees, he spread her legs wider still, and leaned in to plant a series of kisses on her thigh, each one inching a little closer to her pussy. She purred and shifted her hips slightly, trying to edge herself closer, but he pulled back a little dictating the pace. Finally, though, he was so close that his nose nudged her pussy, just brushing the material lightly as he licked her soft skin. She gasped at the contact, and he smiled again.

Changing tack, he reached up to pull her panties down, her hips lifting quickly to help him. He skinned them down her thighs, and then off completely. Her pussy lay exposed to him, just as he’d seen it so many times before on his computer or phone. The little tuft of hair, her lips smoothly shaved, her slit a neat cleft. Moving in again, he ran his tongue along the sensitive crease between her thigh and torso, slowly… She shivered under him, and squirmed again, the sensations making her breath come harder. The other side now, that same long, slow stroke of his tongue, teasing her, so close to her hot desire yet not touching. He moved a tad closer, sucking ever so gently on the silky skin of her outer lips.

“Ohhh, my God!” she groaned, her fingers gripping his head a little tighter. As he slid his tongue up and along, skirting round the sensitive bud of her clit, he reached up to cup her full breasts in his big hands. Her nipples were hard, and he ran the palms of his hands over them, dragging the coarse skin of his hands over the super-sensitive nubs, before taking them between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching gently. Her hips were rocking rhythmically now as his mouth and hands played a sensual duet on her body.

Opening his mouth, he bit gently at the crease of her thigh again, drawing his teeth across her skin. He paused for a second, looking up at her again. Her eyes were closed, a slight frown on her face, as if concentrating on a particularly difficult puzzle. He pulled his hands back down, his thumbs framing her neat slit, and gently rubbed them up and down her smooth labia, massaging them. “Ohhh, Steeeeve…” she groaned, her use of his name sending a throb of desire through his groin.

He could resist no longer. He simply had to taste her. Extending his tongue, he ran the tip up the full length of her slit, barely touching… His first taste of her was intoxicating. He wanted more, but he held himself back, drawing it out. Her breath came out in a long, ragged sigh as his tongue travelled back down, still just touching her smooth lips. He placed one hand just above her mound, the sparse hair there tickling his palm, and pulled upwards slightly, tightening her lips and exposing the hood of her clit. He sucked again on her labia, pulling it into his mouth and suckling on it. She was writhing now her hips bucking as she strove to move herself closer to the warm, wet torment of his mouth. He moved his hands to her hips, holding them steady, making sure he kept complete control. She growled a little in frustration, but her movements quieted a little.

Finally, he plunged his tongue between her lips, deliberately delving deep, the sudden change of sensation making her jump and exclaim, “Oh! Oh, Steve… Oh… Fuck!” Smiling to himself, he concentrated on his tongue, sliding it up along her wet cleft in long, slow strokes, each one ending just short of her now-swollen clit. He stiffened his tongue and dipped it deep inside her, revelling in the hot, musky taste of her as he fucked her with his tongue. Her hands were spasming now, clutching at his head in a frenzy. Her legs were draped round his shoulders, and his hands slid round to grasp her buttocks, lifting the cup of her pussy to his mouth.

He slid his tongue lower, playing at the very base of her slit, down further still, over her frenulum and across the tight bud of her arse. He flicked his tongue rapidly across her bum, and was rewarded with a low growl of satisfaction. He formed a point with his tongue again, and pressed it gently against her anus, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench at the unfamiliar sensation, then relax. His tongue slid deeper, pressing, withdrawing, probing…

But that was just a diversion, an aperatif before the main course. He moved back up to her pussy, this time spreading her lips wide with his thumbs. She was wet, so wet. “Slippery,” her voice whispered in his head. The first time he’d heard her say that word, the slight lisp, her drawl… well, he’d nearly come in his pants. And slippery she was, his thumbs gliding easily over her outer lips as his tongue probed the deeper, wetter lips within.

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Daddy Didn’t Pull Pt. 01

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When Steve met Janet, the attraction was immediate for both of them. They were fresh out of college, starting their careers, and thinking they didn’t have time to date.

It was a friend of Janet’s who got the ball rolling, having been asked on a date by a guy she wasn’t too crazy about and wanting another couple along.

She brought Janet, he brought Steve.

It didn’t go well for them; in fact they never dated again. Steve and Janet on the other hand, were an item immediately.

***

Steve was a rugged, handsome man, about six feet tall with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He had been a pretty good ballplayer in high school and college, but not good enough to delude himself about going pro. He definitely had the physique of an athlete, but he lacked the typical jock ego, preferring to focus on finishing his degree and making a sustainable career for himself.

He seldom dated. Not that he didn’t like women, or sex. On the contrary, he loved both quite well! But there were a couple of issues.

First, while he was a pretty smart guy, he knew he was no genius, and had to keep his focus if he expected to graduate.

And second, while he could get dates, and get sex, it always seemed to be a one night only kind of thing.

Why you might ask, with all he had going for him?

I’ll tell you why.

Steve had a big dick. Too big. Most women want nothing to do with it big.

Just over ten inches long, and thick. Seriously thick, like about as big around as the tube in the middle of a roll of paper towels. And if that weren’t enough to send women running for the door, the big bulbous circumcised glans on the end was.

Sure, he took great pains to be gentle with it, but there’s only so much a man can do when he’s endowed like Steve. He just resigned himself to hearing no, and always took no for an answer graciously.

Janet had been considered somewhat plain and nerdy in high school. She too was a pretty good athlete, competing in gymnastics through high school. But she hadn’t been good enough for a scholarship.

However, at the small college she attended, she was welcomed as a walk on and definitely didn’t embarrass herself.

The plain and nerdy Janet of her high school days really bloomed in college.

She was a touch taller than you might expect a gymnast to be, standing about 5 foot 4, with thick luxurious nut brown hair cut short and striking hazel eyes. In fact all her facial features were striking, to the point that most men were afraid to talk to her!

Her body was striking too. Firm, perky C cup tits with nipples that poked out proudly through almost anything she chose to wear, a narrow waist and firm flat abdomen perched atop perfectly proportioned hips and a butt that could only be described as mouth watering.

And legs.

Oh. My. God. Legs.

My vocabulary lacks the superlatives to adequately describe them. Suffice it to say that if you were a leg man, you’d think you had died and gone to heaven.

But oddly enough, Janet struggled to get dates. Men were put off by her intellect and up front manner, and the few that managed to bed her found it disturbing to have sex with a woman who was physically as strong, or even stronger than they were, with a sex drive that exceeded their ability to provide.

They didn’t really consider that first meeting a date, he was just there to be a wing man, she was just there to be a cock block. They almost felt bad about exchanging numbers in front of their friends, whose date was clearly not going well. Before they went to bed that night, their first real date was arranged.

Steve was excited enough about Janet’s physical beauty, she was in fact the most beautiful women he had ever dated, by a good margin.

But what really excited him about Janet was the effortless way they talked. Neither of them felt for a moment like it was on them to carry on the conversation, and what silences there were were brief and comfortable.

He settled on a nice place to take her for dinner, wanting to impress her, but somehow knowing that there was no need to impress her.

Janet, for her part, had never felt so comfortable talking to a man at their first meeting.

Their interests were similar enough to feel instantly familiar with each other, yet different enough to keep the conversation rich and entertaining.

She couldn’t recall looking forward to a date as much as she was looking forward to this one. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough for either of them!

He picked her up at her apartment around 8 and took her to a nice Greek restaurant.

She was pleased with the setting, and the way that once again the conversation flowed effortlessly.

They had been at the table talking for quite some time after their meal was over when Janet noticed something about him, something she instantly recognized for what it was.

“I see you’re a golfer” she said matter-of-factly.

“Yes I am! How did you know?”

She held up of both her hands, Rize Escort displaying their backs to Steve. Her right hand was noticeably darker than the left.

“Your right hand is tanned and your left isn’t. My dad taught me to play when I was 10, I still make sure to get out at least once a week.”

“Me too! My dad got me started when I was 6. What’s your handicap?”

“12” she answered. She played more like a 10, but she booked a 12. “And yours?”

“8.” He booked an 8, but played more like a 10.

“We should play!” she smiled.

“We should! Do you have any time during the week?”

Sadly, she did not. She had just started her job, and it paid well enough that she wanted to keep it. It was way too early to be calling in sick to play golf!

He made a mental note to book a tee for two next Sunday.

It was right about then they noticed the restaurant had just about emptied out, and their waiter was beginning to lurk impatiently.

“Oh wow, Janet, I think they want us to go”

They both laughed, the easy kind of laughter that close friends often share.

Half an hour later, they were on the steps in front of the door to Janet’s apartment, saying their goodnights.

She held out her arms for a hug and sighed as he pulled her gently to his chest.

“Do you kiss on the first date?” she whispered coyly in her ear.

When their lips met for the first time, it was like sparks flew in the air around their heads.

10 minutes later when they finally pulled apart, Janet quickly pushed him away to arm’s length.

“I promised my dad I’d never fuck on the first date. Pick me up tomorrow at 6.”

She quickly turned and bolted though the door, closing it behind her.

Steve stood bewildered on the front steps. He had something planned for tomorrow night, but suddenly he couldn’t remember what it was. Nor did he care to try.

***

“It’s not a date unless we go somewhere and eat!” Steve had told her on the phone the next afternoon. “Any ideas about where you might like to go?”

“Let’s just drive over to restaurant row and see what looks good. Pick me up at 6? Don’t be late!” He sensed the excitement in her voice, and was very pleased to note her excitement matched his perfectly.

Steve was almost 10 minutes early, but Janet was dressed, ready, and looking out the window for him to drive up.

She was smiling when she bounded down the steps of her apartment to his car.

Restaurant row was about 20 minutes away, but about three blocks from Janet was a location of a popular fast food chain.

“Oh! Pull in here! I have to run in and get something real quick!” Janet exclaimed suddenly.

“Wait here!” She jumped out of the car almost before it had come to a stop.

Less than two minutes later, she bounded out of the fast food joint and settled into the front seat of the car with a bag in her hand, containing a small order of fries.

She picked two French fries out of the bag, popped one in her mouth and hastily pushed the other one into Steve’s. He had no sooner swallowed it when Janet leaned across the console and kissed him aggressively.

It was almost five minutes later when their lips finally parted. Janet pulled her face back about a foot, and said; “Date’s over. Let’s get back to my place.”

***

The moment the door to her apartment closed, they were in each other’s arms.

She gently brushed her lips across his, running both hands through his hair and pulling his face down to meet hers. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and their tongues began to dance slowly together. The kiss burned with a slow passionate fire that seemed to last for hours, although mere minutes had passed before he lowered her down on to the couch.

Piece by piece their clothing had fallen to the floor.

His fingers teased the little bud at the top of her smooth wet pussy as her soft hand glided smoothly up and down the long thick shaft of his penis, occasionally teasing the head with her fingertips. He was hard as a rock!

Janet had never imagined a penis so large and thick could actually exist. She had no clue weather she could take it or not, but she was determined to try!

Janet laid back on the couch and spread her legs wide for him to mount her.

“Be gentle with me.” she whispered.

He looked at the beautiful woman spread out on the couch below him. Her breasts were so firm and upright, her belly so firm and flat. His eye was drawn to her soft mound, where only a few thin wispy nut brown hairs grew in a small tuft about an inch above her shiny bald slit. She was easily the most beautiful women he had ever met.

“Janet I’m sorry I don’t have any condoms.” He whispered. He was about to tell her he’d pull out for her.

“It’s OK” she whispered and took his thick hard shaft in her hand, guiding him to her opening. He pushed against her slick wet labia and felt the tight ring snap down over his bloated glans.

“Uh! Wait! It’s too big.” she moaned as his Rize Escort Bayan massive girth began to penetrate her.

He held still with the thick bulb and about 3 inches inside her.

A few seconds later, she nodded her head. He pulled back slowly and slid into her tight wet pussy again, a little deeper this time, and held still again until she gave him the nod. Within a few minutes, the thick knob pushed all the way to the bottom of her vagina. She had taken all but a couple of inches.

He began to pump his long fat dick into her carefully with slow, powerful thrusts, making sure his thick bulbous glans just barely kissed the end of her silky vagina.

So began a little over half an hour of the most torrid sex either of them had ever had.

They had changed positions several times by now, and couple minutes after she had sat down on his cock and began to glide smoothly up and down, he felt her velvety pussy begin to spasm.

Her juices ran down his balls to the couch below. He had never felt a woman cum so hard!

His big thick dick flopped out of her as he stood up gently took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.

He laid her on the edge of the bed, and standing flat on his feet he had a near perfect angle to drive his steaming prick into her relentlessly.

Eventually he moved her up all the way on to the bed so he could lie on top of her and press her firm breasts into his chest.

And then he felt it. That familiar tingling in the head of his dick.

“Janet I need to cum soon… Do you want me to pull it out or can I cum inside you?”

“Cum inside me… cum in me” she said with a note of urgency in her voice. He groaned and slammed the head of his cock hard against her cervix. The first spurt of his semen exploded from the head of his dick and deep into her tight wet sheath.

“Cum in me… cum in me” she squealed.

He pulled hard on her tight ass, trying to jam his dick in deeper as he continued to ejaculate inside her.

Suddenly Janet’s whole body began to tremble.

“Daddy” she whimpered quietly and folded her arms and legs around his back, shaking with the force of her orgasm.

***

Three months later, it was obvious to all that this was going to be a long term relationship.

Steve and Janet had talked every day for at least a short while, but usually a long while, and been out together at least twice a week, not including what had become a standing date early Sunday morning on the first tee at the golf course!

The first time they played together, Steve had booked a tee time at his home course. Wanting to play fair at the very least, if not go easy on her, (And not knowing she had played it at least a dozen times and knew it well) he offered her three strokes per side at a buck a hole. He should have sensed something in the way she snapped the bet up, but it wasn’t until about the fifth hole that he was sure he had been way too generous.

The next thing he knew, he found himself four holes down with five to play and Janet pressing the bet again.

But in spite of losing a quick $15 to his new girlfriend, he enjoyed the day as much as she did.

They made a promise to play together weekly at the least, and settled on a much more reasonable one shot per side.

On the day Janet had been at her job for six months, her supervisor told her she could now take a week’s vacation.

“We encourage our people to take time off. You’ve been working hard for us and doing a great job, why don’t you take a week at the end of this month?

She excitedly told Steve the news. Steve had been at his job longer and was well able to take a week at the end of the month.

“Awesome!” he had exclaimed. “Let’s go to Hilton Head and bring our clubs!”

The week at Hilton Head flew by, playing every day, dining and dancing every night, and plenty of sex.

For Janet though, the most wonderful part had been waking up in bed next to Steve every morning. And while he didn’t say it out loud, she somehow knew he felt the same way.

They flew back home and rode from the airport to her apartment in a comfortable silence.

Finally the car pulled into the parking spot in front of Janet’s small apartment.

“Thanks for everything, Steve, I had a great time.” she said as she smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, noting a thoughtful, slightly sad expression on his face.

“Janet… Janet come home with me.”

She smiled. ‘You know I have to work tomorrow! But… I guess you could come in for a while…” she cooed.

“No, no, not like that, Janet. Come home with me. Go in and get all your stuff and come home to stay with me.” He plead with his eyes.

A happy little tear formed in the corner of Janet’s eye.

***

Almost two years they had been living together. He wouldn’t have traded a minute of it for a million dollars.

One morning he pulled her close and kissed her ear, the way he knew she loved to have it kissed.

“Janet, Escort Rize will you marry me?” he whispered.

She crushed him to her chest and giggled in his ear; “About freakin’ time! Yes!”

The wedding was beautiful. Steve thought that no woman could ever look as lovely in a wedding dress as his beloved Janet. The photographer did too, and Janet’s picture quickly replaced the one that had adorned his advertising materials for years.

To this day, if you search the internet for “Stunning Bride”, that picture is one of the first you’ll see.

His parents and sisters were eager to welcome Janet into the family.

Janet and his little sister Laura had already become close friends, and Laura looked radiant in her bridesmaid dress as Janet began her walk down the aisle.

Janet had been an only child. Her parents had divorced in the summer after she finished high school, and obviously didn’t like each other, but they were diplomatic enough to each other and pleasant to all the other guests. Steve noted that Janet’s father adored his only child, and had to fight back tears as he gave her away. Her mother was just a tad indifferent, and she drank too much.

But she was a pleasant drunk, and the drunker she got, the more she let go. She and all the other guests at the reception party were having such a good time it was almost 15 minutes before anyone noticed that the Bride and Groom had slipped away!

They didn’t plan to have any children, but nature has other ideas. She got her birth control from a mail order pharmacy, something her insurance company insisted on. One month shortly after the wedding, her pills didn’t come. After a week of fighting with the pharmacy and the insurance company, they still hadn’t come.

“Don’t worry about it Janet, we’ll just be careful for a month” he had told her. He really thought it was no big deal, he’d just pull out.

He had no problem with that. Every single time, he pulled out plenty early and jerked his cock until his hot load spewed across his beautiful wife’s belly and breasts.

Until one morning, about a week after her period ended.

They hadn’t had sex in two days, having both been way too busy at work and tired beyond belief at bedtime. But Saturday morning came and they both woke up refreshed. And horny!

“Good morning sweetie” Janet purred in that sexy tone that could only mean one thing.

Janet straddled him and guided his morning wood to her silky opening.

He loved having his beautiful wife ride him, loved the way her thick brown hair hung down and framed her face when she bent down to kiss him. She had been letting it grow for him, and it was within a couple of inches of her shoulders now, long enough to dangle around his cheeks as they tenderly kissed.

The long wait had been worth it, he thought as her tight pussy milked and squeezed his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and rolled her on to her back so he could drive into her deep.

Much sooner than either of them expected, Janet felt the thick knob of her husband’s penis swell rapidly as pounded his rod into her hard and fast.

“Pull out! pull out!” she squealed.

But it was too late. Steve’s cock was already pulsing and throbbing in her pussy with each rich spurt of his semen.

Janet wasn’t too upset though. It had only been a week since her period ended, it should have been a pretty safe day. That afternoon, she went to the drug store and bought 3 dozen condoms.

By the time the condoms were used up, her period still hadn’t come.

Janet was pregnant.

Three weeks before the baby was due, Janet woke up a little early, feeling nauseous and swollen all over, especially her feet. Steve had been growing more and more concerned for her health as the due date approached, and now his worry was at a fever pitch.

“Janet, you’re pale and sweaty. I think we should go to the hospital.” He had told her.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” she assured him. “Just go up to the store and get me something bland to eat.”

He returned from the store 20 minutes later to find her slumped across the kitchen table, unresponsive and barely breathing.

The fire station was just two blocks away, and the ambulance was there in just over a minute.

The most terrifying minute of his life.

As soon as the doctors thought Janet was stabilized they performed the emergency C section.

The baby was born, 3 weeks premature, just a month before their first anniversary. For the next week, Steve seldom left the side of his wife’s bed in the Intensive Care Unit.

The months spent recovering from the emergency C section and another surgery were the only time in their relationship that Steve didn’t think about sex with his beautiful wife almost constantly. It had been quite a scare, for both mother and baby.

The gripping fear of losing them both forever cemented his love and devotion to Janet, and the precious little thing they chose to call Jenny.

Janet had been out of the hospital and home for a couple of days before Jenny got out of the NICU.

The insurance that Steve’s employer assured him was excellent had turned out to be almost useless for catastrophic care, and the young couple knew some lean times for the next few years.

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