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There wasn’t a star in sight as I leaned against a tree waiting for dawn. A glob of snow slipped in my collar and ran down my neck when I looked down at my watch. 6:03. I was freezing. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to kill a deer. I didn’t want to dress it out. I wanted to be home in bed with my wife.

Only she was someone else’s wife now. My family had rented the little cabin every year for as far back as I could remember. I was the last one left. I was freshly home from Iraq. I somehow felt I had to come. I was miserable. I decided the hell with it, I would go back to the cabin and get warm. No! It would be stupid to be walking through the woods on a hunting lease just at dawn. A damn good way to get yourself shot.

I heard a twig or something snap to my right. I slowly turned my head and saw a pretty little doe stepping gingerly along. Two more followed her. Then a yearling. A small buck with little spike antlers ran up and smelled the does. They paid him no attention. The spike stopped and turned and looked back. He froze and didn’t move. I knew there was a buck behind them.

It would be a tough shot. If I moved too soon he would see me. When I brought the rifle up I would have to be quick and swing awkwardly to my right without hitting the tree. It is difficult to swing smoothly from left to right and then track an animal moving from right to left.

The buck appeared, moving slowly. He didn’t like something. He was very alert. He swung his head from side to side, smelling low then lifting his head to catch any higher odors. His ears moved as he paused and listened. His eyes would detect the slightest movement. He was magnificent with a twelve point rack of antlers. I needed to wait until he moved further ahead before I could bring my rifle up.

He cautiously took several steps forward then stopped again. His head turned away from me and I brought the rifle half way up before he turned back towards me. He eased ahead a few more steps. He was almost where I wanted him. He turned away and I lowered the rifle. I didn’t want to kill him. I had the thrill of watching him move through the woods and not detecting me.

A shot blasted not far in front of me and the buck twirled and ran to thick cover behind me.

I stayed still for a few minutes. Then I heard some one moving through the woods in front of me. I saw a young man move slowly out in front of my position. Then he hurried forward and looked at something on the ground behind a low clump of myrtle.

I walked slowly towards him. I was only about twenty feet away when he heard me and turned and saw me. He was all bundled up wearing a day-glow hat over a ski mask. I looked down and saw the spike buck on the ground. There was a bullet wound just behind the place where the front leg joins the chest. I said, “Beautiful shot, right in the heart.”

“Thank you.” was the muffled answer.

“Did you see the twelve pointer back behind him?” The guy nodded, “Yes, this is the one I wanted though. He was too big for me to carry.”

“Are you over in the “Ranger Bob” cabins?”

“Yeah! Help me drag him over there and I’ll share with you on the meat.”

“I’ll help you. I have a drag harness with me and that will make it easier. I am staying over there too. Is this your first time staying here?”

“No, we hunted here last year. You been coming here long?”

“As long as I can remember, at least twenty five years.” I told him as I got the harness from my day pack and put the loop around the deer’s neck. I slipped the shoulder harness over my arms and snapped the front strap. I picked up my rifle and leaned into the straps and felt the small buck drag along behind me.

After we got to the main trail it was pretty easy going. Just one low hill then it was down hill to the camp. He pointed to the cabin next to mine and I grunted to him and kept going to the big A frame we used to dress our kills. I looked at him. He was standing holding himself and I could see him shivering. “You got hot coffee in your cabin?”

He shook his head. I figured him for a young boy now.

“I left some by the fire, come on in my cabin and thaw out. We can do the nasty part later. Not too long or it’ll be frozen.”

” I unlocked my cabin and turned the light on. I pulled off my gloves and fur lined hat and shed my outer coat. I got two big cups out and wrapped a towel around the handle of the coffee pot. I filled the cups and turned and held one out to him. He was the cutest girl I had ever seen. I almost spilled the coffee all over her. She still had her gloves on and she held her hands around the cup. Her eyes half closed as the warmth soaked into her hands.

I said, “Come on get out of that coat and I’ll throw an other log on the fire. Move over here in front of the fire. I am too damned cold to bite you.”

She smiled and took off her coat and gloves. Long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. She turned slowly in front of the fire. We stood and sipped coffee staring at each other.

“I Bursa Escort think we should sit at the table and finish our coffee. We don’t want to get too hot and start to sweat or we will really suffer when we have to go back out.”

“Do we have to go back out? I’m just kidding, I know we have to dress the deer. It is going to take me a long time, my Daddy always did that for me. We were supposed to be here together but he is dying with cancer. He insisted I come. My boyfriend was going to come but chickened out at the last minute. Daddy wants raw warm venison liver. He begged me to bring him some.”

I saw tears running from her eyes and handed her my clean handkerchief. She wiped her eyes and handed it back.

I told her my father and my mother and brother had been killed in a plane crash while I was in Iraq. I only came up to the camp as a tribute to them, they all loved it so much up here. I needed the hanky myself. “The smoke gets in your eyes.” I told her. She smiled gently and said she had the same problem.

I glanced out the window and saw it was snowing again. I walked to the window. It was coming down pretty hard. I told her I would go out and dress the deer for her and told her to just keep the fire going for me. I shrugged back into my coat, hat and gear. I picked up my knifes and headed out. The A frame was rigged and I hung the deer by it’s hind legs. I had the intestines out and in the big garbage can provided for that purpose when I turned and saw her wiping out the body cavity with towels. She grinned at me. We dropped the carcass and I cut the lower legs off, tied ropes through the tendons and hauled it back in the air. I quickly skinned it out and then quartered it. We put the meat in large plastic bags and the liver, heart, and tongue in smaller bags. We didn’t want the hide or head so we put them in the garbage. She helped me carry the meat back to my cabin. My hands were frozen and I washed them in cold water then warmer water, I looked at her and told her to get over where I was and clean up. Her fingers didn’t seem to want to work so I washed her little hands for her. When the luke warm water hit them she jumped as if it were boiling. I rubbed them under the water and she sighed and told me how good it felt. I added some water to the coffee pot and put more coffee in too. I took off all my outer clothing and told her to do the same. I put some more wood on the fire and pulled two old rockers in front of the fire. We sat and thawed out.

I looked over at her and for the first time I saw she was a very attractive woman. I said, “My name is Sean, Sean David Murphy. Who are you?”

She smiled and said, “I am Shirley, Shirley Barton Banks.

I am really very pleased to meet you. You saved my life with that deer. I could never have done that. My hands would have frozen off before I was done. I have to get going soon to get that liver to my Dad.”

“No way you are getting out of here today. Not the way it’s snowing. I am worried that I won’t have enough wood for the fire. I will have to go to the wood pile pretty soon before it is buried. I have seen snow over the doors here.

She looked at me. “I don’t have very much wood. I couldn’t get a fire started this morning.”

“Listen, I am talking survival here. We need to get dressed now and move whatever stuff you have over here. We need to share what we have. There are two bed rooms. Come on get dressed. Then we need to make a couple of trips as fast as we can for wood. Hurry.”

We went next door and I packed up her little bit of food and told her to bring me all the blankets. I stuffed them into a pillow case for easy carrying and we were ready to go. We put her stuff in my cabin. I remembered seeing a small sled and I got it and my drag harness. We trekked over to the huge wood pile and loaded down the sled. We made four trips and I was afraid to make another because the snow was now thigh deep. I didn’t want to risk getting lost out there

with the wind blowing snow around in drifts. I went in my room and stripped down to my thermal underwear, I put jeans and a flannel shirt on.

She saw me and asked if I were warm enough. I told her I was just fine, but that I still had my thermal underwear on.

“What do you mean by thermal underwear?”. I went back in me room a brought some out to show her. She asked if it were warmer than regular long johns. I told her to try it out, it would be a little large on her but it was brand new and not stretched out yet and it should work ok. She went in her room and was back in five minutes in jeans and a corduroy top. She grinned. “This is toasty warm and so light weight. I have to get some. Can I wear this for a while?”

“Keep it as long as you want. I have several more sets with me.”

We sat and talked for hours. She had been married but was single now. No kids. She was living with her dad to care for him. Her aunt was with him now. I tried the phone for her and got through to her father’s home. She talked to him and to her aunt Bursa Bayan and told them she was snowed in with a strange man. The were upset and she said she would be alright. We would stay in touch as long as we could. They told her they had been worried because the weather station said the storm could last for days. I talked to her aunt and told her I would look after Shirley and not to worry. Her aunt told me Shirley’s dad was going in the hospital in the morning. She talked to them again and said her goodbyes.

I asked if she knew how to play dominoes, she said it had been a while but she remembered how it was played. I got the box out of the cupboard and we moved the rockers and pulled the table closer to the fire. She remembered how to play alright. She had me begging for mercy after about four hands. She was fun to play with. She was very gentle in her teasing when she would whip me. I found it very hard to take my eyes off of her. She was delightful to watch. We finally gave that up and fixed something to eat. I opened a large can of Clam Chowder and fixed two grilled cheese sandwiches. They hit the spot. We couldn’t see any thing out the windows any more. I turned on the water and let it trickle after I filled all the containers we could find. I suggested we move the couch in front of the fire. Then we could wrap up in blankets and let the fire burn lower to conserve wood.

“Sounds like a good plan, but why can’t we do that in the rockers?”

I looked at her, there was a twinkle in her eye. I smiled, “Yeah! That’ll work.”

“Well, maybe the couch might be better. We could sit close together and share blankets and body heat.”

“Hey! Good thinking. We can try that later.”

“Oh! Shouldn’t we be trying to conserve wood now?”

“Well, yes, I guess we really should. Here help me move the table an we can slide the couch over here. Good where did we put the blankets. Oh! There they are. I think we should put one down to keep our backs warm. Now sit here and I’ll sit close to you. Here pull this blanket around us. This one too. How is that?”

“That is nice. Put your arm around me and we can sit closer. Mmm, that feels nice and cozy.”

We sat and snuggled for hours, the fire burned very low and we were still very warm and comfortable.”

We learned everything we could think of about each other. She was wonderful, smart as a whip and really beautiful. She had won beauty pageants when she was younger to please her mother. She didn’t need to prove anything to herself. She was a very self confident young lady. We talked about almost everything. She loved hunting and fishing. I told her about fishing in Florida where I was from. She said she would love to try salt water fishing. I said I would love to take her salt water fishing. Her head was on my shoulder I turned and buried my nose in her yellow hair. It smelled clean and slightly of flowers. I pressed my lips to her head and she turned and looked up at me.

“Try again, that was a complete miss.” I didn’t miss the next time. I pressed my lips gently to hers. I felt her lips part and the tip of her tongue searched for mine. It was delightful. One of her hands slipped up behind my head. The other rubbed across my chest.

The little cabin became very warm.

I sighed, “I have to tell you we have a problem coming up. I still feel a little dirty after dressing out the deer, how about you?”

“Yes, I need a shower too! But I am not ready to share one with you.”

“I didn’t think you were. That shower stall is too damned small anyway. Go take a shower now and I’ll get one after you. I am worried about the power going out. I am surprised we still have power. Call me when you are out.”

A few minutes later she called that she was out of the shower and that I could get in. I went to my bed room and stripped. It was cold in there. I pulled a towel around me and scooted in the shower. The water was plenty hot but the side of me not under the water froze. I was out in a hurry too. I quickly dressed and hurried out and slipped in beside Shirley on the couch. We snuggled together and I felt her body heat take the chill out of me. I told her I was sorry I hadn’t gone first to warm the nest up for her. Next time I would. She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. She said, “I am glad I was here to warm you. Let me know when you want me to make you hot.”

“What makes you think you can make me hot?”

“I know I can, I see the way you look at me. Do you want to bet?”

“You want me to bet that there is nothing you can do to make my body react to your sexual advances. Right, and do you also want me to bet that the sun will not come up tomorrow? How much do you want to bet? I’ll just give it to you now . Now if you want to bet that I can’t get you hot you might win that too.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?”

“I know you can make me hot. I get hot whenever you kiss me. No man ever did that before.”

“Oh My! That boggles my mind.”

“Why, you are Escort Bursa a very handsome hunk of a guy. Any woman would want you.”

“You are very sweet to say that. I have never been good with women when I first meet them.”

“You just didn’t let them get to know you.”

“Do you know me?”

“I know you more than you think. I love everything about you. From your smell to your taste.”

“Wow! I love everything about you too! There are some things about you I would still like to know.”

“Like what?”

“Did you love sex with your husband, do you love sex with your boyfriend?”

“I enjoyed it with both of them.”

“Did you have mind blowing, gut wrenching, bed wetting, screaming at the top of your lungs, orgasms with them?”

“No, I have never felt like that.”

“Poor Dear, I will take care of that for you tonight.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can do that for you.”

“I don’t believe that. You are just talking, right?”

“Wrong, have you heard me bullshit you one time today?”

“No.”

“Then let me know when, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Anytime.”

“Now! Take off all your clothes. Under the blanket is alright.” I slipped out of my clothes too. She looked at me and nodded. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard and insistently as I delved my tongue into her mouth. My hands caressed her warm breasts. I took her hand and placed it on my erection. I felt her grasp the shaft and slide her hand up the length of him. She moaned softly. I moved my head under the blanket and sucked on her nipple. She pulled my mouth harder to her breast with her free hand. She opened her legs to me. I moved my mouth to her sex. She was moist already. I kissed her feeling the tender places between her legs. I ran my fingers over her hidden treasures and followed them with my tongue. She was slippery now and she was trembling and wiggling as I found her little nubbin and really begin to love it. Lip nips and butterfly kisses drove her up the wall. I heard her scream my name and continued my assault on this sweet flesh. Her fluids were really flowing now and I knew she had had a good orgasm. I moved back up and kissed her mouth. She was whimpering softly And I whispered to her that I loved her. She began to cry. She sobbed softly and I raised her head with my fingers. “Are you OK?”

“Wow! You don’t brag, you tell the truth. Nobody ever loved me like that before. You didn’t even try to please yourself.”

“Oh! But I did. I was ecstatic that I was able to show you the loving you deserve and need.”

“I don’t care if it never stops snowing. Can we do some more?”

“Sure, I am ready when you are. We really need to be in bed to make love most other ways.”

“We were never even in bed were we?”

“No, are you ready for that?”

“Oh! Yes I really am.” I helped her to her feet and threw couple of logs on the fire. I followed her to my room. She crawled in my bed and I pulled the covers up over us. I moved beside her and kissed her sweet lips. She pulled me close and felt for my penis with her hand. She found him and said, “I want him inside me. I need him. Please! Please!”

I moved between her legs and rubbed my self over her. She was still wet and slippery. I eased myself slowly inside her. I pulled out some then slipped further in. A few more slow thrusts and he was all the way in. Her eyes opened wide and a soft smile came over her face. She growled deep in her throat. “Grrrrrr, Purrrr, I love that, you feel so good. Love me baby, Love me.” I thrust a bit harder and faster. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm by the way her breaths were coming faster and faster. I really socked it to her, pounding my pelvis against hers. She was moaning loudly now with every thrust I made. She began to shudder and shake, her cries getting louder and louder. I was getting close too. She was tight and smooth. I gritted my teeth and kept pounding into her. She screamed, “Yes, Yes, Yes.” at the top of her lungs. She threw her arms around my neck and held on tight. My body went rigid and I felt a wash of supreme pleasure sweep over me. And pulse after pulse of my love shot into her sweet body. I adored her. I fell on top of her. She mewed and kissed my face over and over. I rolled off of her and she pressed herself to my body. I adjusted the covers and held her tight. I whispered, “That was pure heaven, I love you Shirley, I really do.”

“Oh! Sean, you really know how to make love. You are so far better than anyone I had before it is not even close. I never knew sex could be so damned good, so satisfying, so wonderful. How do you do it.?”

“I think the answer is that you really have to love your partner, to want more than anything to please them, to not worry about your own pleasure, it comes on it’s own. I guess that doesn’t make much sense but it is how I feel.”

“Sean, I need to please you too. I want to love your lovely cock and take him in my mouth and make you cum in my mouth. I desperately need to do that. I really do.”

“That sounds so good, I want you to do that too! Right now I think we need to get up and get our heads together and take stock of where we are. Come on lazy bones, lets get dressed, get some dinner, clean things up, and get ready for bed.”

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It all started with an innocent status on FB about boys watching porn their whole lives and still not knowing what they’re doing. It was posted by a girl I had known for years. I decided to send her a cheeky private message telling her she had been looking in the wrong places and to look no further.

The conversation then turned sexual and we agreed to meet up. She doesn’t live alone so when it was late at night I went around to her house and she snuck me into her room. I thought things would be awkward but they weren’t, it felt natural and passion just took over.

When I came into her room she dropped her dressing gown to reveal a sexy black lace crotchless body stocking. I told her she looked amazing and we started passionately kissing. I pushed her onto the bed and worked my way down her body, I started kissing her neck then moving down and burying my head between her breasts before licking her erect nipples and then sucking on them. As I went to move further down she stopped me and said “Me first!”

She took off my t-shirt then led me onto the bed and sat on me straddling one leg either side of my Şanlıurfa Escort torso. She placed my hands up above my head and told me to keep them there then kissed me on the lips. She slowly moved down to kissing my neck before running her fingers through my hairy chest and running her tongue all the way down until she got to my genital area. She undid my belt and unzipped my trousers before slowly removing them so I was just in my boxers. I could tell she wanted to build things up and wanted to tease me a little so she first rubbed her hand on my dick over the top of my Calvin Klein’s and I let out a moan. My hands moved down to grab her breasts but she told me no and placed them back above my head.

She then sat on my torso and pushed her breasts in my face so I could suck them then moved down my body and thrust my cock between her breasts. My dick pulsed between her breasts and I could tell she was aroused by this as she let out a slight moan. She then slid my boxers off and kissed and licked my thigh then my groin. She took a hold of my dick and took my balls in her mouth gently sucking Şanlıurfa Escort Bayan on them. How did she know this was one of my biggest turn ons?!

She then started to lick around my dick and with her pierced tongue licked around the tip of my dick. I let out another loud moan. I had never had anyone with a pierced tongue do this to me, I didn’t realise how erotic that was! She then started sucking on my dick getting deeper and faster until I was hitting the back of her throat. I told her it felt so good it wasn’t going to be long until I came so she told me to relax and when I did she would swallow. She continued sucking my cock until she let out an almighty moan and that sent me over the edge, I came in her mouth. She swallowed the lot and she said she couldn’t believe how good I tasted! I laid there for a moment letting the orgasm pass and then I looked at her, smiled and said “Your turn!”

I opened her bedside drawer and took out a blindfold and her rampant rabbit which she had told me was in there during our original Facebook chat. I put the blindfold on her and turned Escort Şanlıurfa on the vibrator changing the settings. I kissed her and my tongue was running down her body. I put the vibrator on her clit so she could feel the vibrations, she said it felt good and I kept teasing her pussy with it. I wanted to make sure she was nice and wet before sliding it inside her.

I had the vibrator so the rabbit ears were touching her clit g-spot and the end of the vibrator was in line with her pussy. I then kept pushing it back and forth so it starting entering her a little bit with each push. When it was fully inside her I was playing with her breasts with one hand and fucking her with the vibrator with the other. I could tell the feeling got more and more intense and she couldn’t help but moan. The more she moaned the faster I got. I knew I was hitting the right spots as she let out another moan. I kept going and going and I knew she had an orgasm building. I didn’t stop, as the feeling got more and more intense I knew she was about to orgasm as she grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to stop her screaming the house down. She couldn’t hold it any longer, she let out a loud groan as she orgasmed. The bed was soaking wet. I didn’t know she could but I had made her squirt for the first time ever!! She just laid there for a minute and couldn’t even move. She told me she had never experienced anything like that in her life.

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A rude awakening.

Tom awoke to find himself alone in Vera’s and Eileen’s outsized bed, lying on crumpled sheets, slowly opening his eyes focusing on the ornate ceiling above him, realising he was naked, uncovered and sporting an erection. He sensed it before seeing, that he was being watched…….. Bridie and Megan, were standing in the adjoining room doorway, his room, both stared at his manhood gently throbbing as it pointed to the ceiling, hard and solid.

Megan was on the bed in a flash, her dress discarded in the time it took her to get from the doorway to the bed, naked under the dress, showing her young nubile lithe body, giving Tom a brief glimpse of her hairless pussy as she took hold of his cock, wanking slowly with both hands as she licked her lips. Bridie undressed and joined her daughter on the bed on the other side of Tom as Megan licked Toms penis helmet…….

Megan, from her enthusiastic sucking and licking of Tom obviously liked the essence of him and of Vera and Eileen, he sensed she knew the scent and flavour from experience but really didn’t know.

Wet and slicked with Megan’s spittle his rod slipped into Bridie’s lubricated wet fleshy cunt easily as she climbed on board his torso and impailed herself fully on Toms eight inch rock hard column. Bridie was all woman, slightly muscular, boobs above average size, topped with large dark brown nipples that showed her excitement by being distended and pronounced, as she rode his cock, sliding up and down his column, repeatedly pulling her inner pussy flesh out on the up stroke with his cock and pushing it in on the down stroke, Megan watched her mother in a lustful trance at erotic sight. Bridie’s boobs were seemingly moving with a mind of there own. She moaned in pleasure as she took his full length time and time again, exclaiming, “fucking Jesus he’s big Meg, oh god he’s awesome, oh, oh, fuck,” as she rhythmically fucked Tom.

“Language mother!” Megan exclaimed light heartedly as she mounted Toms face and rubbed her wet tight young pussy lips up and down his face, enticing his tongue into her now open hole, Mother and Daughter were talking excitedly, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying as Megan’s thighs were clamped around his head. Tom lapped her wet orfice incessantly, bringing muffled moans of pleasure from her, mingling with her mother’s muffled gasps as she pistoned up and down on his cock. Tandem fucking, by two enthusiastic females was only going end in one way for Tom. Megan twice swopped ends with Bridie, they took him in turn, swaping positions with practiced smoothness, fucking him, smothering him and eventually draining him of his semen, filling Megan’s vagina and by her vigorous sucking and licking of her daughters young sweet juicy pussy, Bridies mouth. Tom then witnessed his semen, Megan’s pussy juices and Bridies saliva cocktail pass between the incestuous mother and daughters mouth to mouth in a display that was mind blowing to him. Erotic beyond Toms wildest fantasy and wilder than he had experienced before or watched in any porn films.

The sexy display ended with a calming of their passion and them hugging and kissing each other tenderly, loving deep tongue fencing kisses, meaningful sexual full deep emotional kisses. As he was now being ignored, Toms cock softened even though he watched their incestuously lesbian display intently. They finally reluctantly parted from their embrace, smiled at him, dressed seemingly unconcerned, not fazed by their actions and advised him breakfast would be served at 8 o’clock and left him lying on the bed, flabbergasted.

He stirred from Vera’s and Eileen’s bed, noting and shrugging at the wet patches on the disheveled cotton sheets, he headed through the adjoining door to his room, straight into the bathroom and to the shower. A hot full power shower revived him, he washed the evidence of the sexual secretions of the last ten hours from his body, he felt alive, invigorated. He shaved and dried off. He looked in the mirror and smiled himself and at his luck……

In the bedroom, on the undisturbed bed he found a pile of cords in different colours, a pile of shirts, some pullovers, socks and boxer shorts. All in his size. Tom looked into Vera and Eileen’s bedroom to find the seemingly very happy Mother and Daughter making the bed, bright white fresh Irish cotton sheets and pillow cases were being tucked in and fitted, a duvet was over a chair ready to be retuned to bed to finish it off. Bridie and Megan looking prim and proper, smiled at Tom, his nakedness getting their attention. “Can I ask where the clothes appeared from?” He enquired. “Vera ordered them to be delivered from a shop in Cork, she told me she’d checked your clothes that you had took off in the cabin on the ferry.” Megan replied, still smiling and staring at his manhood. “Shall I help you dress Tom.” He turned and said,” I think I can manage thanks,” not trusting himself……

He got dressed, everything fitted well and he was happy with how he looked, he Şanlıurfa Escort gazed out the large sash windows, to the lush fields, admiring the view, looking forward to exploring his surroundings later.

Two riders came into view, slowly walking their large mounts towards the house, although they were wearing Barbour type long cape coats he recognised Eileen and Vera immediately. Both rode confidently and with an air of refined strength in their posture, which he had experienced already, the thought stirred his loins, his cock was hardening in response to the replaying the escapades with these two gorgeous mature women.

Resisting the urge to relieve himself he went down the curved marble stair case to the dining room, joining Olga who was seated eating breakfast, she smiled brightly at him as she greeted him “good morning Tom,” in her sexy accent, she pointed the buffet breakfast that was laid in covered heated serving dishes, set on two large regency sideboards. “Help yourself to anything you want, I do mean anything,” she implied as she sucked a finger in her mouth. The message was clear, he smiled and nodded he understood her meaning. He concentrated on the food, he filled a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, white pudding, fried bread and tomato’s, he was ravenous, all the sexual energy expended made him so. Silently and slightly embarrassed he seated hisself opposite Olga at the dining table, the scene of his introduction the previous evening. She enquire “Did you get any sleep last night, they are quite an hand full aren’t they, especially Eileen….. .” Tom couldn’t reply, his mouth was full of food, he didn’t know what to say anyway. Ashine appeared with a tray of coffee and tea, smiling broadly at Tom, “Good morning Tom, would you like tea or coffee?” Her soft Irish voice confident, not showing any sign she had sucked him off at this very table last night and swapped his come with Olga, the normality struck Tom as bizarre. “Ashine, thank you I’ll have tea please,” was all he could manage. She poured it as Olga smiled at Tom. “Vera and Eileen have already eaten before their morning horse ride, they were extremely hungry, lots of sex makes them like that.” Olga regaled, smiling broadly at her aimed to embarrass statement. Young Ashine chuckled as leaned over to place the teacup and saucer near to Tom. Keeping her eyes on Olga she whispered in Toms ear loud enough for her to hear, “I want your cock in me soon Tom.” He nearly choked. Olga laughted loudly at his expense. “Join the queue, I do believe I have seniority, Olga smiling broadly rose from the table and Ashine followed her. Tom watched their rears, mentally stripping them as they left. What was going on with these women he asked himself, sex mad all of them, could he deal with it all?

He relaxed a little and ate his breakfast leisurely enjoying the fresh well cooked produced. He chewed on some toast and sipped the tea Ashine had served, as he leafed though the local newspaper. Most of the content of it being local news, there was no real interest as he didn’t know anything about the area. He did notice a large stand out advertisement for ‘Kinsale Stables and Stud’. In addition to Horse Stabling and Stud services, rider training and horse schooling, he noted the business boasted a full service veterinary practice, for all types of animals, with veterinary clinical facilities big enough for horses. Dog training and handler coaching were done on site too. He realised the operation was bigger than he thought. He was keen to have a look around.

As he finished eating, Eileen followed by Vera entered the dining room, both looking as fresh a daisies, both fresh faced, both had damp hair from showering, both were wearing loose flowing dresses and heels. They echoed ‘Good morning Tom’. As they served theirselves to coffee. “Did you sleep well?” Vera enquired.

Tom replied “I had a wonderful deep sleep, it must have been the journey that tired me out.” They chuckled and smiled at his humour.

Eileen suggested that she showed him the farm, explaining Vera had a couple of potential customers coming for a meeting and she would join them later for lunch. “I’ll get the open top Land Rover round the front of the house and we’ll get going.”

At the front of the house, Tom jumped into the well worn open top Landy and settled in the passenger seat, as Eileen set off down a track toward the distant sea. The track was well made, just a little bumpy, enough to jiggle Eileen’s bra free ample boobs and a breeze to move her dress up to expose her shapely thighs, getting Toms attention as he glanced sideways at her.

Over a couple of cattle grids, up and down a couple of hillocks and dips, they pulled into open gateway and a mown lush grass covered field, in about a hundred yards they pulled up at the edge of a small bay, a sandy driftwood strewn beach about six hundred feet long stretched from them towards the north.

Eileen slid out of the Landy and took her heels off, grabbed the hem of her dress Şanlıurfa Escort Bayan and pulled it up over her head. It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t cold, but her nipples hardened to the slight breeze that grazed them, her pale skinned curvy naked body had Toms full attention as she walked to the shore line, her head held high, her hair moving in the gentle gust of wind. Tom studying her beautifully formed behind, was in a trance, besides Eileen the only other thing he notice was his rising manhood. She edged her way into the sea, watching as she stepped between the driftwood and seaweed, till she was waist deep in water dipping she swam out about a further twenty feet. She turned and stood exposing her beautiful breasts to Tom and waved him to come in with her.

He stripped off his new clothes off and waded in until the cool water lapped at his testicles, then he took the plunge pushing off the bottom to propel himself to Eileen, which he did in a few stroke. He reach her, stood on the sandy bottom and embraced her body, the cool water on his cock had shrunk it but not his lust, they kissed heatedly, he feasted on her boobs, licking her salty skin and nipples, Eileen at the same time played with his cock getting him to rise again, to get him hard. After a few minutes Eileen urged him to shore, holding his now fully eight inch of hard cock, she said lustily, ” I want this cock in me now Tom.”

On the sandy shore Eileen got on all fours and demanded Tom, “fuck me, fuck me hard…. ” Tom sank to his knees behind her, marvelled a her peachy bum, her mature pouting pussy, as she presented herself better by lowering her weight to her forearms, he studied her now open plump pussy, her fleshy fronds of her lips, her wetness. He took his rock hard cock in hand and brushed it along the wet gash in front of him, causing her to gasp “oh yess,” he slowly pushed the crown in to Eileen’s willing, ready cunt. She wanted it, she pushed back, “fuck me Tom!”. No being able to control his urges anymore, her ploughed her deep, causing her to moan, “oh yessss,” bumping her cervix on each lunge, causing her to fear loosing the ecstasy of him insider as he with drew almost out of her wet sex, “fuck me Tom, harder, faster, fuck me, fill me with your seed.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She shouted as she orgasmed. Tom followed filling her cunt with a surprising amount of his come, considering his exertions earlier that morning. He slipped out of her, she rolled on her back and pulled Tom between her legs, aligned his still hard sticky cock with her sticky slit and wrapped her strong legs around his torso, trapping his cock against her clit. “Hump me Tom get me off again” she pleaded as she moved her body against him, guiding him with her legs in a fucking motion, rubbing his cock on her sperm lubricated cunt lips and inflamed sensitised button.

They humped each other on the sandy beach oblivious to anything around them. Eileen squealed as she came with a massive climax, the noise she made made his ears hurt. He prolonged her pleasure by keeping up the rubbing of her clit with his rock hard cock. She rolled through two more climaxes matched with high pitched squeals of pleasure, frightening the sea gulls and deafening him. Tom slid his cock into her wet slippy cunt a rode out his own pleasure within a few strokes, in Eileen’s pulsing vagina. He strained to fill her, needing release, with what he had left in him, he came, mixing a weak batch of come with his still fresh creamy seed in her vagina. Eileen was in a sated state of satisfied delirium, mumbling incoherently, shuddering and shaking, in after shocks from her climaxes.

They lay on their backs for a few minutes recovering, watching the clouds scoot bye above them, the only sounds being the sea lapping the shore and gulls and birds around them. Tom was tempted to sleep, to rest, it felt so right to him, he was exhausted.

Eileen shot to her feet, her legs a little unsteady, she pulled Tom up and then insistently pulled him with her to the sea. Unsteadily they waded into the water and washed each other, the cool water reviving both of them, they couldn’t resist paying more attention to each other’s genitals.

Back at the Landy Eileen produced two large beach towels from under a rear seat and smiling broadly they dried each other throughly and dressed, while grinning at each other.

Eileen informed him as she drove from the beach, through the one hundred and ten acres of farm, by way the mostly well maintained metalled tracks, pointing out another beach, the extent of the boundaries, an old dairy building nicely converted to a holiday let, the stables housing, she said forty horses and the stable yard, all immaculate, the feed store, another holiday let, this one with a swimming pool, Eileen proudly said. Nearby she showed him a big equestrian training arena building, two dressage rings and an extensive veterinary surgery building which looked new, with its own dedicated entrance drive from the road. Several cars were in Escort Şanlıurfa the car park.

At the rear of the surgery were kennels and a exercise area. Several random buildings mostly converted barns were in this area too. To Tom, Eileen seemed vague about these buildings. Only pointing out a workshop, unlocking it and showing him inside, it was for his use, fully fitted out with most woodworking machines and power tools, there was an old pick up truck parked next to the large double entrance to the workshop for his use too, she passed him the keys. Eileen pointed to a two story larger building in particular, explaining that it was the veterinary surgery before the new one was built, it was now a photographic and video studio that Vera ran “she’s a well know and in demand professional photographer and videographer Tom”. Eileen explained how the business worked leaving out the photography and video studio, talked through the staff and their responsibilities, she promised him a written summary of them all and she made her way back to the house she explained the surgery was still under contract for defects for eighteen more months, she also listed some of the jobs that needed attention when his tools arrived from England. Tom struggled to get his head around all the information Eileen had given him, he was impressed with everything, it was all immaculate, not at all his expectation of how a farm would be.

Back at the house, Eileen parked the Landy between the Range Rover and a van with the ‘Kinsale Stables and Stud’ graphics on it, at the rear of the house in the courtyard. They entered though the boot room, “these are for you Tom” Eileen was pointing to a rack with Wellington boots, riding boots, work boots, walking boots, work attire, riding clothes and hat, waterproof coats, leggings, jackets, everything needed for country living, even three pairs of flip flops, which bemused him. Ten such rack spaces occupied the boot room, in the middle was a polished wooden bench about eight foot long and three foot wide, in a corner a door led to a fully tiled shower wet room with toilet in one corner, “when we finished our work or adventures, we clean up in here before going in the house proper, anything soiled or dirty throw in the basket outside the door, Bridie takes care of the valeting of gear.”

With that Eileen striped off her dress and started on Tom, shirt, shoes, cords, socks, boxers were quickly removed, leaving them both naked. Eileen folded his clothes and hers and took them to the boot room, on returning she got one of four showers working and adjusted the temperature and pulled Tom under the drench head, she soaped him up, then enjoyed washing it off.

The now obviously on heat again Eileen paid particular attention to his cock, balls and bum hole, her now familiar hands stimulating him as she brushed her naked body against him. He was rock hard again as she sank to her knees and took his cock in her lips and kissed and sucked his crown, savouring him as she would a delicacy, he gently pushed his cock in her mouth, a couple of inches, then about three inches, at four inches he could feel her tonsil at his tip, she grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him into her throat slowly swallowing his full hard eight inch down her throat, her nose coming to rest in his coarse pubic hair. She withdrew half his length and then took the hard cock fully, Tom gasped in the feeling of her throat around his tool, he felt her swallowing him, the constriction, the release, repeatedly, the utter bliss…… the ripples along his length were wonderful. Eileen’s mouth and throat worked her magic for a few minutes, before she pull back outing his cock, coughing and spluttering then spitting loads of thick salivary mucus on the shower floor, which was quickly washed away.

She looked hard and wantonly at Tom and demanded “now fuck my face Tom, make me choke, then come all over my face so I can taste it. Do it! ”

She opened her mouth wide, Tom hesitated, he’d never been asked before to do what she wanted, she grabbed his cock and pulled him into her warm wet willing oral cavity.

Contact made, as unsure as he was Tom couldn’t hold back, he gripped her head with both hands, his hesitation gone, he sunk his cock deep in her throat, he made her gag, in and out her plumbed Eileen’s throat, gag, breath, gag, breath, she held his bum tight not allowing his withdrawal to be in his control, she made the gagging last a fraction longer each time, copious amounts of saliva flowed from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her delightful breasts, her wide open eyes rolled in her head several times, to Tom it seemed she almost passed out each time, her hand left his bum and she delved between her thighs, finger fucking her wet cunt as she gagged, gagging more, almost loosing consciousness, gagging, choking and spitting and coming, just as Tom not being unable take any more, pulled out of her hot saliva filled throat and blasted a big load of his thin weak sperm all over her gasping face and in her hair, Eileen eagerly scooped it up and licked off her fingers, she looked a mess, a satisfied mess it must be said, her body trembled, her bright eyes were wet from tears, what bit of mascara she had on was streaked down her face mingled with sperm, saliva and a weak smile.

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After a day of meetings, I arrived in the office late afternoon and had barely sat down at my desk when Dione, my chief financial officer walked in and closed the door behind her. That immediately set off alarm bells. I don’t hide things from my employees, many of whom have worked for me for a long time, so I rarely have closed-door meetings. When Dione sat in the chair opposite my desk, that was another alarm bell and I really started to worry about what was wrong. Dione started off as my executive assistant and was my very first employee. Even though she has been happily married for a while, we have history and she likes to flirt so usually she would have perched on my desk, so I could get a good view of her long, perfectly shaped legs in fishnet stockings and four-inch stiletto heels.

“What’s wrong? I said.

“It’s Kelly,” Dione replied. “In the last two or three days we’ve received six requests to garnishee her wages. The companies making the request won’t tell me anything, privacy of course, but given the amount of money she makes, she’s obviously in deep trouble financially if she can’t keep up her payments.”

“You’re dead right. Kelly is the best sales person we’ve got so and between her base salary and the commission and bonuses she’s picking up, she’s got some sort of major problem if she can’t pay her bills,” I said. “She may just be living beyond her means, but she could have some sort of major problem and need some help. Bottom line, we need to find out what’s going on.”

“She certainly is a great sales person, one of the best I’ve ever seen,” said Dione. “But right now, what are we going to do?”

“Is there any sort of mandated response time for these garnishee requests?” I said.

“Yes, once a company receives a request the garnishee should be in place by the next pay cycle unless it’s received less than a week before pay day.”

“OK, that’s good,” I said. “Everyone has just been paid so we’ve got the best part of a month to sort all this out.”

“What are we going to do?” Dione asked.

“You need to give me the garnishee notices and I need to talk to Kelly to try and find out what on earth is going on.”

“And then?” Dione said.

“It depends on her attitude. If she takes responsibility for what she’s done and asks for help then I’ll see what I can do to help her. If she doesn’t, then we’ll just put through the garnishees and monitor her performance closely.”

“I thought you’d say something like that,” Dione said. “You’re a good man, James.”

“It’s the fair thing to do. We don’t know what’s behind her financial issues. It could be sheer recklessness but there could also be some major challenge she’s going through that she hasn’t told us about. I think Kelly has almost as much potential as you and my investment in your development over the years has paid off rather well.”

“You say the nicest things,” Dione said as she bent over to kiss me full on the lips before heading out the door.

What in the hell was that about I thought as I watched Dione’s perfect ass and legs walk out the door. Dione and I have history, but she hadn’t kissed me like that in years.

When I first put Dione on as my PA she was single and I was still married, albeit unhappily. I was 37 and she was 27. My wife, Maria, and I had married young, I was 25, she was 22. It was a silly thing to do but my family and all our friends kept on saying what a catch she was, that I was batting way above my average etc., and that I should get a ring on her finger before someone else did. In some ways Maria and I were a great match, intellectually we complemented each other perfectly. I am great at generating ideas but tend to be lazy and drop things at the first obstacle. Maria was incredibly disciplined and had a great work ethic. She was terrific at helping me work out which ideas were worth persevering with and had a tremendous appetite for work which inspired me to stick at things more rather than give up and try something else. As an economic unit we were second to none and we were each other’s best friend. Sex was where things fell apart.

When it came to sex I know two things. The first is that sexual incompatibility is a major destroyer of relationships and the second is that sexually I was very adventurous. Before Maria and I started dating seriously I had been in a relationship with a much older woman who was rather sexually adventurous. Sally would let me do anything I wanted to her as long as didn’t involve shit and I mean anything.

We fucked on our second date, then she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed that time but I could have blown my load anywhere I wanted. The next date she wanted me to fuck her ass so I did. It felt fantastic so I did it again – often. For the 18 months or so we were together she never let my morning hard on go to waste, she’d suck me, fuck me or at the very least give me a hand job.

We went to swingers’ clubs and gang bang parties, Samsun Escort I’d share her with guys she picked up at pubs and clubs and she’d share me with bi-girls that we picked up together. For her 35th birthday party we went to a swingers’ club and she sucked my cock on all fours while 35 guys came up, fucked her from behind and pinned up the loaded condom on the wall like some online gang bang videos. She had only wanted 35 but somehow the club let 39 guys in. Sally didn’t want anyone to miss out so four guys got to blow their load in her mouth that night.

Another time we were showering together and I started to piss. Quick as a flash, Sally got on her knees, wrapped her lips around my cock and drank every bit of it. Sounds weird but it felt almost as good as cumming in her mouth. She must have enjoyed it because at the next gang bang party we went to she told all the guys there to just piss in her mouth instead of going to the bathroom. Some were weirded out by the request but most of them were happy to and Sally happily guzzled down piss all night as well as sucking and fucking a dozen guys.

All in all, I was in a sexual paradise and even though Sally was 10 years older than me, after 18 months I suggested I move in as soon as I could find someone to take over the lease on my apartment. Bad move. She said she’d think about it but didn’t call me or return any of my calls for a week. She finally called and invited me out to her place for the weekend but all weekend she seemed sad and distracted, although the sex was as awesome as ever. Over dinner on Sunday night she ended the relationship. She said the age gap was too big and she never intended for us to be like a proper couple, it was just about the sex. I tried to get her to change her mind, but she was adamant that it was over.

Maria and I had gone to different high schools but we’d run across each other regularly at debating competitions and we became friends despite me being three years older. Given that girls mature faster than boys at that age we were well matched. The friendship deepened when we ended up at the same university together and completely by chance she moved into the apartment next door to mine. I had worked for two years before going to university so I was only a year ahead of her despite the age gap and because I did an honours year we ended up hitting the real world at the same time.

I didn’t realise it, but Maria had had a crush on me ever since the first time we met at a debating competition. Because I was older, when we first met I was an old hand who had represented my school at regional, state and national competitions for a couple of years, but it was her first regional competition. Maria had got lost on the large university campus that was hosting the regional competition and was starting to stress that she wouldn’t be able to find where she was supposed to be in before the debate started and by the time she asked me for help she was almost in tears. Luckily for her, our respective lecture theatres were opposite each other so I walked her to where she was supposed to be and taught her a quick meditation and deep breathing exercise to calm her nerves on the way. Her team totally blew away their opponents on her first outing and she hung around till my heat was finished to thank me. I got a big hug and a kiss hello when we met at the state competition a few months later and from then on we hung out together at debating competitions and caught up occasionally out of school.

When Sally ended the relationship I was heartbroken, but Maria was too smart to be a rebound girl, she let a couple of others take the fall on that before making her move. We were walking home from work one evening when out of the blue she asked me why I’d never asked her out. I was surprised to say the least and stuttered something about not wanting to risk wrecking a good friendship by hitting on her.

The truth was, in all the years we’d known each other she’d never let on she thought about me that way. And I always thought my looks were pretty average, but Maria’s Italian mother had passed on the looks of a slightly less voluptuous Monica Bellucci and I thought she was totally out of my league. When she turned to me and said, “Well if you ever did ask me out, the answer would be yes,” I nearly tripped over my own feet.

“Umm. But. Umm. Maria. Umm. Would you. Umm. Like to go out for dinner tonight?” I barely managed to get out, I was so surprised.

“I’d love to, you doofus,” she said. “There’s a new Italian restaurant in Leichardt I want to try. I’ll book it, you pick me up at 7, wear a jacket.”

We held hands as we walked back to the car and when I dropped her home I got a smouldering kiss goodbye, matched by similarly passionate kiss hello when I picked her up that evening. I guess because we’d been friends for years before we started dating things moved quickly and we became a couple within weeks. Six months after the Samsun Escort Bayan first date we moved in together and a year after that we were married. Maria knew about some of the stuff that Sally and I used to do and she laid down some ground rules early on. Swingers clubs and gang bangs were out of the question, as was anal, but she was happy to try other things. After trying it, Maria found she quite enjoyed being spit roasted and more than a few times a girlfriend of hers would stay at our place and the three of us would end up in bed together.

So far so good, but then we got married. Like most newlyweds, we were all over each other on our honeymoon and that kept going for a while. But all the adventurous stuff such as threesomes stopped fairly quickly. At first it didn’t bother me that much. Having two girls at once occasionally was a lot of fun, but I loved Maria far more deeply than I ever had Sally. I didn’t mind her blowing another guy but often felt uncomfortable if he wanted to fuck her. It was her call of course but I always felt relieved on those occasions when she refused and felt a little twinge of jealousy when she didn’t. In the end there was no formal discussion about it, I just realised one day that it had been a year or more since we’d last brought a male or female playmate home with us.

Sex between the two of us was still good but within a few short years it just went from bad to worse. Our careers were both going ahead full throttle and Maria was also doing her PhD in her “spare time” but it got to the point where I only ever got a blowjob after I’d gone down on her and even then, not always. Instead of wakeup blowjobs and morning glories, I got pushed out of bed to make coffee. Instead of trying to distract me by flashing her tits or playing with my cock when she was bored watching Super 14 Rugby with me, she’d go into her study and work. Around about this time I got made redundant. I had been with the company for a while and got a healthy redundancy which put a lot of cash into the bank so at 34, I set up my own business.

Within a year I was making double what I made working for someone else, in two years almost five times, but I was working 14-hour days and at that point I realised needed to employ staff. Dione was my first hire. Her official title was personal assistant, but she quickly started helping with marketing and financials as well. With a business and accounting degree it seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do and the business really took off. We hired more people and Dione became office and HR manager as well, but it wasn’t long before we were big enough that we needed full time people in those roles too. I know I’m good at what I do but Dione was even better and hiring her was the best decision I’d ever made.

For the first few months we worked together it was very professional but also friendly. We got on like a house on fire right from that first meeting. Eventually Dione started to flirt a bit and I responded in kind but always kept within bounds. Not long after the flirting started I was invited to present at a conference. It was being held at a resort in the Whitsundays, things had been manic for the last few months and Dione had been working as hard as I had, so I asked her if she wanted to come to the conference. She wouldn’t have a lot of work to do because I’d be conferencing, I’d just need her to keep on top of my email and handle any urgent issues that came up.

She came to the conference and had a great time for three days, hanging out on the beach and by the pool as well as exploring the island and hitting the day spa which I’d told her to charge to the corporate account. The conference wound up at lunch time on the third day but I’d decided to stay an extra night so I could go do some snorkelling and have a bit of downtime myself.

For much of the conference Dione had worn little more than a tiny G-string bikini during the day; I swear my handkerchief had more fabric in it. If other conference delegates were around she’d throw on a sarong but if it was just me she stayed in her bikini, giving me a great view of her incredible body. Dione was almost as tall as me, about 5’10”, with long dark red-brown hair and unusual for a redhead, slightly olive skin. Very athletic with barely any fat, her boobs were a good size, a well filled B, small C probably, and very firm with hardly any bounce as she moved.

Much to my surprise when I said I was going snorkelling, she came with me and seemed to have a great time. It was the first time she had ever done it and she was excited as a kid at seeing the reef closeup. As we walked around the island she couldn’t stop talking about it and how it was just like being in a David Attenborough documentary. She was wearing one of her tiny little bikinis again – she seemed to have a new one for each day – and I had plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her incredible body.

After the circuit of the island Escort Samsun we hiked up to the highest point of the island where there was a look out. The view was incredible, blue sky and the sea myriad shades of blue as we looked out over the Great Barrier Reef and we just sat there together, quiet, comfortable in each other’s company looking at the view.

Later that evening we had dinner together at the resort’s upmarket restaurant. The conference had been a great success. My presentation had gone down very well and we’d picked up some more work from existing customers and got a lot of interest from some prospective clients. I was in the mood to celebrate and the restaurant had an impressive wine list so I kicked the night off with a bottle of vintage Bollinger champagne.

Dione looked incredible in a backless halter necked black dress and more than a few husbands and boyfriends got a dig in the ribs for ogling her a little too obviously or frequently. We started off talking about work but before long we were talking about all sorts of things; family, interests, what we did in our spare time, what we thought about various issues of the day. We laughed, we debated some issues spiritedly but respectfully and were in furious agreement about others. I always knew Dione was smart but as the night wore on my admiration for this beautiful and intelligent woman increased the longer we talked.

She surprised me when she asked, “Are you happy?”

“That’s a hell of a question,” I replied. “Does it look like I’m not?”

“It is and yes, sometimes,” Dione said. “I get the impression that you love your wife totally and utterly but you’re not happy with the way the relationship is going.”

I hadn’t talked about my growing dissatisfaction with my marriage to anyone but before I knew it I started to talk to Dione. I could hear the voice of my relationship counsellor mother in my head. “The last person you should be talking to about your marital problems was an attractive woman who could possibly be interested in replacing your wife,” so at first I was guarded, admitting I was unhappy but not going into any great detail. As the night progressed I found myself opening up and telling Dione more and more. The wine that we drank with dinner had a lot to do with it but I also needed to talk to someone because as I talked, I realised that I was desperately unhappy.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this as we work together and everything,” I said, “but you’re the first person I’ve felt that I could talk to.”

“Have you tried talking to some of your male friends,” Dione asked.

“It is difficult because I don’t have many close male friends, Maria has been my best friend since high school, but yes, I have,” I replied. “They all have kids and their sex lives are even worse so they think I’m complaining about nothing. Most of them reckon that even boring sex once a week with a woman as stunning as Maria is better than what they’ve got.”

“But how do you feel about that?” Dione asked.

I went silent for a while, trying to find the words to express how I felt.

“Do you remember the old joke about the bride who says she’s incredibly happy because once the wedding is over she’ll never have to give her husband to be a blowjob ever again?”

Dione nodded. “Yes. It’s one of those stereotypical metaphors that are uncomfortably insightful.”

“Yeah, that’s how I think about it as well. And you see, I swore that I didn’t want to marry a woman like that, that I didn’t want my life to be like that. I swore that I didn’t want to be begging for a blowjob on my birthday a few years after I got married.”

“But that’s what you ended up with,” Dione said.

“Yes, that’s what I ended up with. Maybe those self-development snake oil salespeople like Tony Robbins are right and the universe doesn’t recognise the word don’t. Maybe I brought this all upon myself even though I was desperately trying to avoid it.”

Dione leaned back in her chair and looked at me. “I think you’re being too hard on yourself but the question is what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “In every other way we are incredibly compatible, and it seems just crazy to blow up a marriage over lousy sex. Not to mention that my family and hers are both Catholic and would go nuts if I just walked out. Maria and I have achieved so much together, I would never have taken the step of starting my own business without her support and we wouldn’t have had the financial reserves if she’d been like most her friends who spend money faster than they earn it. Maria’s always be incredibly disciplined with money and she taught me to be like that too. Which meant we already had a year’s living expenses in the bank when I got made redundant. But then she wouldn’t have done her PhD and become an academic without my support, so it’s been a two-way street.”

Dione asked me again. “So again, what are you going to do about it?”

“For now, I’m going to do nothing. I suggested counselling a little while ago. Maybe I need to suggest it again.”

“If leaving the marriage is not an option that’s probably the best you can do,” Dione said. “But for what it’s worth, I think you deserve better than what you’ve got now.”

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I met Regan about two years ago when I volunteered for a local political candidate that shared my way of thinking. When I walked into the headquarters to offer my expertise, she was talking to another woman.

She was taller than most women and therefore caught the eye easily. Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders and her scarlet lips accentuated her bright smile. She spoke softly and everyone, women and men alike, seemed to gather around her.

Anything but bossy, she was helpful in every way. Our candidate appreciated her input as much as any volunteer. Yet she behaved as if what she contributed was no more than anyone else.

Regan smiled more than anyone I have ever known. Nothing seemed to bother her and she was always laughing or at least smiling when she spoke.

She was a beautiful woman who seemed not to know how beautiful. Her curves were perfect and she held herself like a model. Her since of people was astounding; she seemed to know when someone needed help or just a kind word.

I fell in love with her at first sight, but didn’t realize that fact for several weeks. A few days after we met a group of us worked really late and around midnight found ourselves hungry and tired. We decided to go to a little all night cafe’ for coffee so we wouldn’t doze off on our ways home.

The conversations that were shared in the headquarters were all about the campaign, strategies, planning, what colors we should use on our signs. But this late night session was just about five people who were exhausted from a long day.

The conversation shied away from the campaign and into the personal realm. As I listened to Regan’s story the love in my heart grew. I began to know the person, not the volunteer.

She was open, honest, and sincere. She loved what she was doing and had no ambitions to go beyond the campaign. “It’s just something I always wanted to do. I love politics and this is a good way to help my candidate go all the way!” She explained after another volunteer asked her why she had chosen to join the campaign.

“Well, you sure do seem to know a lot about politics and how to get things done that need to be done. And you are so helpful when it comes to making decisions and showing others what to do,” someone pointed out.

“I helped my mother with my younger siblings. I had to be organized because my mother depended on me. I had to be controlled because my bothers and sisters didn’t know how to play fair,” she explained. “I guess that’s why it comes so easy for me. I’ve been organizing since I was fifteen,” she laughed, brushed a piece of hair out of her face and listened as others went on about her.

She didn’t seem to understand how much she helped others.

The hour was getting late, or maybe it was getting early. Everyone needed to get a little sleep before we gathered again for another strategy session to win our spot in history.

As walked her to her car, I told her how much it meant to me to work with someone so organized and who knew what had to be done. “Would you share with me some of your ideas tomorrow?” I asked as I held her door for her.

“Sure, Larry, I’d love to. I really enjoyed tonight. It was fun talking to everyone about stuff other than the campaign. It felt like we were all friends. Did it feel like that for you?”

“Yeah, and I think that is what is going to win this campaign for us,” I smiled confidently.

Regan slipped into her car and I closed the door as she rolled the window down to say goodnight. Her smile was just as brilliant as it was each morning when she arrived at headquarters.

My heart beat fast and my dick got hard. Once I made it home I jumped into a hot shower and masturbated while thinking of Regan’s smile and the smell of her hair. When I came, my seed spewed all down my legs. My knees shook and I fantasized that she was sucking me.

But what I felt was more than mere male lust. It was love. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I wanted this woman in my life and I wanted her badly.

I cautioned myself not to become obsessed; I didn’t want to scare her away. I wanted to be someone she felt she could depend upon, trust and come to when she needed help.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and slipped between the crisp, cool sheets. My prick stiffened once again. I grabbed a towel and masturbated once again. Thoughts of Regan riding my cock quickly spewed seed all over the towel.

I rolled over and soon my breathing calmed and darkness overtook me.

I awoke on Saturday morning with a stiff prick and trace memories of Regan riding me like a bronco rider all night long. I was even still a little tried for fucking her all night.

But of course it was all just dream remnants Şanlıurfa Escort of my desires to fuck her until she couldn’t walk I licked my hand and took care of the hard on that stood tall between my trembling legs. Then I jumped back into the shower and dressed to go to headquarters.

Just as I was walking out the door, I remembered that we had decided to take the weekend off.

“Damn!” I screamed, disappointed that I would have spend just one day, let alone two without seeing Regan. I felt depressed and wanted to climb back into bed so I could dream that she was sucking me and I was licking her smooth, shaved cunt.

The weekend dragged. I pulled out my bike and went for a long ride along the lakefront. It was a beautiful day and there were a lot of people out walking, skating and riding just like me.

There were guys hunting for girls and girls hunting for guys. And I was looking for just one beautiful smile. I thought I say her dark mane lying close to the lake, taking in some rays, but alas the woman was much heavier and not quiet as pretty as Regan.

Around noon, I decided to get a sandwich at my favorite coffee shop. As I walked in I noticed a woman with midnight hair sitting with her back toward me. I swore it was Regan.

I went to the men’s room, just to check her out. It wasn’t her either. I ordered a sandwich and sat by the window watching the people as they passed. Then I saw her. She had a hand full of dry cleaning and a bag of groceries. I wondered how she could manage so much the remembered that she had helped her mother raise two other children.

I stepped out onto the sidewalk just in front of her and turned as he approached. “Reagan!” I said in a surprised voice. “How are you? Looks like you have your hands full, need an extra one?”

“Hi Matt, good to see you. No, I’ve got it handled, but thanks for asking,” she smiled.

“Oh come-on let me be a gentleman for a change!” I pleaded and put a pout on my face.

“Well, okay, this bag is kind of heavy, would you mind helping me with it? I only live a few blocks down.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I replied while trying to keep my dick between my legs.

“But it’s Saturday and I won’t talk about the campaign on Saturdays, or Sundays for that matter,” she informed me as she handed me her groceries. “But I will fix you some lunch if you’re hungry.”

I was full from my sandwich, but I wasn’t about to turn down another half an hour with her. “Well, to be honest with you, I just had a large coffee at the cafe’ but I’m a bit hungry. I’d really like to have lunch with you.”

“Great! I hate to eat alone.”

As we walked she explained that she had always had her brothers and sisters around her and it was difficult to spend time alone.

I happily volunteered my afternoon to be her escort.

“Would your really? That would be great. There are so many things I have always wanted to do and not had anyone who wanted to do them. And if you don’t want to do them, maybe we can do something else.” She was so excited to have someone to share her day.

Entering her brightly lit apartment, she hung up her dry cleaning in a closet and slipped out of the light jacket she had been wearing.

She wore only a thin, yellow crape blouse and a pair if jeans. I immediately noticed she wore no bra and I could see her ample breast with their dark circles. She didn’t seem to notice my eyes watching her bust.

I felt a twitching in my groin and felt the pressure of my dick against my zipper. ‘Think silly thoughts,’ I told myself to calm the beast that waited. I took a few deep breaths and was finally able to will myself soft again.

We ate a quick lunch, my second, then she explained that she wanted to go horseback riding. Having never done so myself I was game. I would have been willing to do anything though. Just to have her by my side.

The drive to the stables was forty-five minutes in which time I learned that she had two brothers and three sisters. She was the oldest of the children and her mother had to work three jobs when she was growing up. She had never felt deprived though just lucky to have such good people to spend time with.

“My brothers were a lot of help, they came just after me; my sisters are a little selfish, but somewhere deep inside I’m sure they’re nice people,” she teased.

I told her that I was an only child, so I’m use to getting my way; hint, hint!” I smiled devilishly.

“Oh really,” she laughed. “So am I!” We laughed and I felt really relaxed except for the bulge that kept growing between my legs every time she looked at me and smiled.

I liked this horseback riding because we were out in nature and there was no one Şanlıurfa Escort Bayan close to us. There were trees and shadows and places where we could lay without being seen. We took our picnic lunch and spread a blanket under a tall Live Oak tree. Its branches were low to the ground and spread wide. There was an abundance of shade and even though the day was hot, the tree provided us with comfort.

Regan laid out a blanket on the grassy knoll and I opened the picnic basket. We had made sandwiches and she had made some cole slaw. Both soft drinks and beer were in the cooler, but I didn’t want a beer. I wanted to be ready when she was.

A northern breeze that played with her hair cooled the afternoon sun. She had to continuously whisk it from her face. She laughed and tried to blow it off, but I could see that it was bothering her.

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and made it into a rope, then pulled her thick locks into a ponytail and tied it tight.

“Thank you! I don’t know why I didn’t bring a band to tie it back.”

“It’s my pleasure to care for you!” I spit out not meaning to so

She blushed and just smiled taking a bite of her ham sandwich.

Eventually our conversation went to the campaign. I was amazed at her knowledge of the political system and soon came to find out that her ex-husband was an alderman in another district. She had learned a lot of what she knew from his campaign

We talked a bit about her love for politics and I tried to encourage her to pursue a career in the area.

“No, no, I like staying in the background and knowing that I have helped the candidate that I want get into office. I could never spend all of that time in front of the public and I’m not sure I would want my past set out in front of the world to see.”

“Oh you have a dark past do you?” I teased.

Blushing, she nodded her head.

“Please, tell me more!” I encouraged her.

“No, no, no! I can’t do that, you may use it against me!” she protested.

I laughed and pouted, “You don’t trust me? The man who fixed your hair so it wouldn’t blow into your beautiful face!”

Laughing out loud, she shook her head in the negative.

“Please! I want to share your secretes; I’ll share mine!” “Okay, you go first,” she pushed.

“Not fair but I will!”

I took a deep breath and told her of my wild days in college where I tried to bed every female freshman and got one pregnant. She had decided to keep the baby but I just was too young to take responsibility for my enjoyment of her body.

“I’m still paying her alimony; my debt for playing around at a young age, but my son is a great kid. Straight A student; I’m proud of him even though I don’t see him as much as I wish.”

“Well, my story is somewhat similar; I too had a child out of wedlock; she holds my heart tight in her hands. Only she has a disability and she lives in a private nursing home. She will never have what we believe is a fulfilling life, but she is well taken care of.

Her eyes filled with tears and I wanted to take her into my arms and assure that it would all be okay, but what gave me the balls to believe that I could fix her world.

“My husband blames me for her disabilities and my indiscretions; she’s not his child. Her father was a man I met while I was campaigning for my husband.”

Tears trickled down her cheeks and turned her eyes red. I pulled her closer to me and she lay her head on my shoulder and sobbed.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pull up such sad memories for you!” I begged for her forgiveness.

“No, it’s all right, I haven’t been able to tell anyone about Gloria for many years. My own mother doesn’t want to hear about her granddaughter.”

I held her close to my heart and stroked her dark hair while she cried. I was glad she had some vulnerabilities; it meant that I might be able to support her in her times of need. I wanted to love this woman.

Her tears wet my shirt and she pulled away apologizing for being so weak.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. You are only human and we all make mistakes. Especially me! Hell, I’ve fucked up more times that I ever want to admit.”

“Thank you for understanding. Most people just don’t!” She wiped her eyes and a forced smile touched her lips.

I wanted to kiss her and hold her close to me again. “Your secret is safe with me; I promise.”

“Thank you!” she looked into my eyes and I swear I saw love there.

I took the que and leaned toward her. She responded in kind and our lips met. He kiss was warm and sensual. I didn’t want it to end.

Before I knew it, we were rolling around on the blanket, her blouse open and my mouth on her full Escort Şanlıurfa breast. She moaned with pleasure as I suckled the hard nipples and my dick grew hard.

Shaded by the large Live Oaks, she slipped her hand down my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock out. Regan licked her lips and there was lust in her eyes. “I love a big dick.” she smiled and ran her tongue across her lips.

The she bent over my phallus and flicked her tongue in and out of the wide hole there, tasting the silky precum that had trickled out of my dick.

Regan moaned, “Mmmmm,” as she tasted my seed. Looking up at me from her position between my legs she said, “sweet, really sweet!” Then swallowed as much of my length as she could.

I lay back on the blanket. My hands found the back of her head and assisted her with my hands. I pulled her head up and then pushed it down as deep as she could take it. My hips rose to meet her mouth each time she pulled it up to taste my jizz.

Moaning, she moved her hands to my prostate and massaged it gently; then a little harder to make sure that when I came it would be strong and full.

I moaned with the pleasure that she was providing me as I squeezed her full breast tighter and tighter. “That’s it baby, suck my hard cock! Make it full so I can fill you with my hot seed. You’ll never want another man once I tear into your hot cunt!”

This really turned her on, because her head bounced up and down faster and deeper until her throat tightened around my dick halfway into her throat. My hands positioned her head up and down at a speed that gave me the greatest pleasure.

Then I blew all of my seed deep into her throat. Not one drop spilled for her pretty mouth.

I reached down to the smooth pussy and stuck a finger into the soaked cunt. Her hips pressed toward me and I found that fountain that turned her on.

Regan moaned and her hips rose then fell trying to get my digit deeper into her love canal. I leaned over her and stuck my tongue deep into the sweet fluids there while my fingers pinched her erect clit that throbbed between them.

Slowly, I ran the tip of my tongue there until she cried out, “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! I need this; I need you!”

I flipped her over and she lay totally exposed on the blanket. I ripped at the zipper of my jeans and finally got them off. I tore off my shorts and my red headed friend had no problem slipping into the pool of sweet wetness that awaited me between her legs.

I don’t know how long we fucked there under the trees while the horses watched us copulate. But it was the most fantastic fuck I had had in a long while. My prick pumped seed into her for at least three minutes after my body stopped moving.

As she lay there under my weight her mouth suckled my tight chest as her tongue tickled the little ovals that were my nipples.

Finally, we had to rest. When I opened my eyes, it had become dusk and the horses were restless to get back to their barns.

I helped Regan up and as I pulled her up she covered my dick once again. I stood there over her and let her suckle me. When I spewed over here tits, she rubbed my thick cum over her stomach and down toward her smooth pussy.

We dressed and tried to keep our hands off one another as we rode back to the stables. I paid the attendant and we drove back to her place at ticket demanding speeds without one citation.

Once inside her apartment, she tore off my shirt and led my by my prick into her bathroom and then to the shower.

The teaming water played with our electric bodies as we collided with the lust of sixteen- year old kids. I had never wanted a woman as I wanted Regan.

The rest of the weekend we spent sharing our savage lust and holding one another until we got our energy back. From time to time we took breaks to eat something to keep up our energy. But all we wanted was to be connected to one another.

Then Monday morning came and it was back to work and back to the campaign. We knew that it was going to be difficult to control our lust in front of the people that worked with us at the campaign headquarters.

We often wandered off in different directions and returned at different times. But we were always finding places to get in a quickie.

It was only three more weeks before the elections but our lust kept us rushing off to fuck like bunnies. Then returning to put on the facade of two strangers working of the same cause. And of course that is what we were doing…only now, our cause didn’t match any of those of the others working for the campaign. Ours was one of self-lust.

Our candidate won the election and for the next three months we celebrated our victory in our own special way. Six months later we married and are now living happily ever after; fucking every night and lusting after one another every minute of the day.

Now we work together on al campaigns we support and go horse back riding every weekend. Have you ever fucked on a horse? It’s really a lot of fun!

^fantasex

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Chapter Five: Meeting the Neighbors

I pulled apart the cardboard base of the last box, collapsing it into a flat sheet, before easily sliding it into the other collection of boxes set to be recycled. After two days of unpacking, Dennis and I were finally settled into our new house.

It was much nicer that our cramped apartment. It was two floors, with a furnished basement and attic space. The three bedroom and two and half bathroom house was situated in a small, quiet neighborhood with a good school district. It was a great starter home for a couple like us.

The move was especially needed for me. Since our wedding, I had been going on a cheating bender, finding sexual satisfaction in any man, even strangers. I was ashamed of my behavior and afraid of it ruining my marriage to Dennis, but I couldn’t stop. My physical needs were overpowering my mind. I needed to get away from the city life and the ease of access to a multitude of willing men.

I had two hours before Dennis was due home for work. I decided with the house fully unpacked, I was going to make a nice dinner to celebrate the move. It was the least I could do to pass the time and keep my mind off my sordid affairs.

By the time Dennis had arrived home, I had prepared his favorite dinner of grilled lemon chicken with green beans and a baked potato.

“Liz, this is amazing. What’s the occasion?”

Oh, just kissing up to you for fucking four guys in the last month, I thought. I had to stop dwelling on this. It wasn’t going to help my marriage if I kept living in the past.

“The house is completely unpacked, so I thought I’d make a nice dinner since I had a lot of free time,” I finally replied with a coy smile.

Dennis wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Look at you, my little house wife. You’re perfect.”

He gave me a quick kiss before pulling away to change out of his work clothes and wash up for dinner. As he did that, I poured him a glass of white wine and lit the candles at the the dinner table. It was a romantic setting.

Dennis came back into the room and promptly sat at the table, famished. As we ate, we enjoyed the standard dinner conversation. It was boring and I found my mind occasionally wandering to other things, like Jack and Alex.

The last time I saw Jack, I was leaving my apartment for the last time. He gave me a heartbroken look as I passed him in the lobby for the final time. Although he hadn’t told Dennis about my infidelity, he was unable to forgive me for seducing him. I was upset that I had let my animalistic desires break up our friendship. I knew it would never recover and had accepted that. It still didn’t make me feel any better about what I had done.

Alex was an even more painful memory. My wedding day lover and the ultimate betrayal to Dennis. Not only had I broken my marriage before it had begun, I had caused a rift between Dennis and Alex. According to Dennis, Alex moved out of state soon after our wedding and had all but cut off every member of our group. Dennis had chocked it up to his job, but I knew the truth. It had been my fault, but it was not clear as to the exact damage I had done.

“Liz, what do you think?”

“Huh?” I responded, finally coming back to reality.

“I said how do you think this room would look painted red? I think it would look nice with the new dining room table.”

“Oh, yea. That would be lovely.” I forced myself to forget my thoughts and focus on this time with my husband.

After dinner, Dennis and I moved to our living room, cuddling up on our couch to watch a movie. These moments together had been rare as of recent, so I was savoring this time in my husband’s arms.

Halfway through the film, Dennis turned to me and kissed me gently. It was sweet and loving. He pushed himself on top of me, forcing me to lie on the couch.

The kiss grew more aggressive with each passing second, until Dennis pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He swirled his tongue around mine, curving it around my mouth. My hands found their way to his face and I pulled him away. He looked down at me confused.

“Dennis,” I started, unsure of what I was going to say. Part of me wanted to fess us, but the small tingle between my legs was making it difficult to succumb to the logical thing.

“I really, want us to. You don’t know how badly I need it,” I whispered in my seductive voice.

“Go upstairs, baby,” Dennis smirked. “I’ll shut everything down and be up in a minute.”

With a smile, I bounded up the stairs to our new master bedroom. I stripped entirely and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. I was guaranteeing Dennis would not be backing out of this.

When he walked into the room, his eyes lit up in surprise. I beckoned him forward with my finger and he happily obeyed, removing his shirt in the process. He reached me on the bed and pushed me back, positioning himself between my legs.

He started kissing me again, his lips sliding against Yalova Escort mine. His hands went to my exposed breasts, massaging and playing with them. His thumbs twisted and pulled at my nipples. I was growing wet from the attention and panted against his mouth in response.

His finger slid down my torso, barely touching my skin, eventually stopping between my legs. His fingers touched my wetness, rubbing against the exterior of my dripping lips.

“Oh God, Liz,” Dennis groaned, dropping his face between my legs. Instantly, his tongue was licking the outside of my aching pussy. I moaned as pleasurable pressure built up in my body.

My hand moved to the back of Dennis’s head, pushing his face deeper into me until his tongue finally plunged into me. I gasped and writhed and he brought his finger to my clit, circling it to bring me closer to my climax.

Dennis was a master manipulator of my pussy. His tongue alternated between stroking my inside walls and fucking me like his cock soon would. My orgasm was climbing higher as he continued to pleasure me. Instinctively, I ground my pelvis against his face, but Dennis stilled my hips, keeping control over me.

“Liz, I can’t wait anymore. I need inside you now,” Dennis said, undoing his pants to free his six inch member.

I bit my lip, scared of how my body would respond to his smaller size. I had gotten used to massive cocks in the last month. What if Dennis was no longer enough for me?

I gasped as Dennis filled me in one stroke, a groan of pleasure escaping his throat. He didn’t move for a minute. His eyes were closed as he tried to focus himself. Finally, his pelvis pulled back and he began to slowly make love to me.

His thrusts were slow but hard, filling me with every stroke. My climb was slowed and I tried to increase the pace with my own insistent hips, but Dennis wouldn’t allow it. I knew if we kept this up, I was never going to get my release.

To aid myself, I twisted and pulled my left nipple while my right hand stimulated my clit. I closed my eyes as I pleasured myself, getting lost in the moment. As time passed, the memory of Alex crept back into my mind. As much as I tried to expel him, my orgasm was so close, I couldn’t.

“Oh Liz, I love watching you touch yourself. Don’t stop doing that,” Dennis panted, slamming into me harder and increasing his pace.

I was almost there. I couldn’t control my thoughts but I wasn’t fighting them anymore. I remembered Alex’s lips on mine, gliding over them like silk. His hands over my breasts, teasing and caressing them. His fingers teasing my aching pussy. His long, thick cock driving into me.

The memories in combination with my own teasing and Dennis’s dick became too much for me. I cried out, as my body was racked with an orgasm. Warmth spread through me and my walls tightened around Dennis.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard him cry out, as he stilled inside of me, dumping every drop of himself in me.

We were both covered in sweat and panting wildly as we came back down from our respective highs. Dennis looked in my eyes, lovingly for a moment before pulling out and walking away to clean himself up.

I laid on the bed, fulfilled, but guilt ridden. I was ashamed that I needed the memory of another man to bring me satisfaction. I knew that I was damaging my relationship, but I didn’t realize that in just a month I had caused so much.

My heart sank. I was hurting Dennis and he didn’t even know it. I was a horrible wife.

Dennis returned from the bathroom and slid into bed, pulling the covers over him. I maneuvered back and joined him beneath the bedding.

“Liz, you’ve been taking your pill, right?”

“Yea.” If I wasn’t, I sure as hell wouldn’t know who the father was, nor would I be able to find half of the guys I slept with.

“Good. I’ll try to be better about the condom next time,” he said, pulling me in close. “God knows were not ready for a child yet.”

The baby talk was definitely not helping my mood. I felt a deeper pit in my stomach thinking of how stupid I had been and if I hadn’t been careful, what the repercussions were.

Soon, I heard Dennis’s gentle snoring in my ear. It took me hours to calm my mind enough to fall asleep, but when I did, I wasn’t dreaming of my husband.

***

Domestic life wasn’t as great as Dennis had led me to believe, in fact it was down right boring. It never took me long to clean the house because we always picked up after ourselves. I wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed sitting around all day, so TV was out of the question.

After Dennis and I got married, he insisted I stay home and be a house wife. Even though I had a college degree in health and wellness, he didn’t want me to worry about work. He was preparing me for my life after we had children, but there was a problem with his logic. We didn’t intend to have children for at least five years. I was going to have to spend the next five years of my life being mind numbingly Yalova Escort Bayan bored because my husband wanted me to be.

I had tried to argue the point with Dennis, saying that work was good for me. I also used the student loan approach, but he wasn’t buying it. He wanted me to stay home and there was no point in fighting him.

Boredom was not something I needed in my life. With Dennis spending many late nights at work, I was in desperate need for release, which he was unable to give me. I was on edge daily and there was very little I could do to calm my nerves.

I decided I needed a distraction. I put on a stringy white bikini and pulled my bleach blonde hair back into a ponytail, before grabbing a book and heading out back to the pool.

Our in ground pool was fairly large considering the size of our property. There wasn’t much of a yard in the back and what limited space we did have was dedicated to the patio and lounge area.

The patio had a grill in the far corner and a fire pit in the middle. I pulled one of the lounge chairs away from the pit and into the sunlight, before sitting down and pulling on my sunglasses. It was a beautiful day and I didn’t want to stay inside. I figured I needed to work on my tan and what better way to distract my mind than with a book.

I started to read my novel, but I barely made it through the first page when the familiar ache started to grow. I shook my head, trying to refocus my mind again, but it worked only for a moment. I must’ve reread the same passage five times before giving up.

I put my book down, frustrated. I laid back and soaked in the sun, trying to keep my mind completely blank, but it wasn’t happening. My thoughts kept racing back through my recent memory, stuck on repeat of my scandalous behavior. The ache between my legs was worsening and I squirmed to try and abate it.

I tried to think of Dennis, the love of my life. I tried to think of the happy memories of our relationship, of all the intimate moments we had together. I figured if I was going to feel this way, it should be caused by the thought of my husband, but as soon as I focused in on him, my mind would spin to one of the other men. Soon, my mind was cycling through them, until my mind was permanently stuck on Alex.

He was all I could think about: his piercing green eyes locked with mine, his muscular arms enveloping me, his messy brown hair soaked in sweat as he pounded into me. I remembered the feeling of his lips upon mine and the feeling of his fingers exploring deep inside me. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to relive it.

My backyard was obscured thanks to two large trees, and blocked the view from the street and any of my neighbor’s windows. The fence also provided some protection on the ground level from passersby, so I didn’t feel too exposed why my hand began to wander.

My hand slipped beneath my swimsuit bottoms and found my overly sensitive clit. I gently circled the nub to the thought of Alex. It had only been one time, but the memory of what we had done was incredibly erotic. Being taken by my husband’s best friend in our marital bed. I could only imagine what it was like watching me pleasure myself to thoughts of him. He would enjoy seeing me now.

I slipped a finger inside of my wet pussy, while my palm rubbed against my clit. I gasped at the sensation of being filled and my body ached for more.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I hadn’t been aware he was there until I felt his hands slid up the outside of my thighs to my swimsuit bottoms. It took me a moment to realize what was happening as I enjoyed his touch. When I finally came to, I ripped my hand away from my pleasure and opened my eyes.

Kneeling beside me was a man, probably in his thirties, in a sweat soaked, white shirt and ripped jeans. He wasn’t overly muscled, but was in fairly good shape. He had short, messy brown hair that was covered in sweat, and beautiful baby blue eyes.

I said nothing to him as his hands rested on my swimsuit bottoms and he said nothing to me. He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to stop him, but I did nothing. I was paralyzed, but I didn’t know why.

Without protest, the man slipped my bikini bottoms down passed my knees, completely exposing my wet, shaved pussy. My breath quickened, unsure of what to do or say.

The stranger’s hand traveled up the inside of my thigh very slowly, only glancing my skin. I twisted in my chair from the erotic touch as his hand climbed higher up my thigh, until it rested directly between my legs.

I let out a sigh as he grazed my clit several times, gauging my reaction. I knew it was wrong, but it was so hot, I didn’t want to stop him.

Without warning, he slid one of his thick fingers into my hole. I threw my head back and moaned as he slowly moved inside of me, twirling his finger around in me.

After a few minutes, he pushed another one inside me and I moaned even louder, bordering on Escort Yalova a scream. The man clamped a hand over my mouth and shushed me to be quiet. I nodded as he continued to torture my insides.

The whole situation, coupled with his powerful fingers was taking my arousal to new heights.

“Faster,” I moaned, desperate for release.

He chuckled before complying, slamming into me faster with the same force. His thumb was placed on my clit, keeping constant stimulation. Everytime he pushed into me, his thumb would push up on my clit and everytime he pulled out, he would release his pressure on my nub.

My head was tossing wildly as I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure. Suddenly, my body arched up, and heat coursed through me. My juices coated the stranger’s thick fingers, which he kept inside me until I had finished riding my orgasmic wave.

When he removed them, he brought his fingers to his lips, cleaning them. He groaned at the taste of my juices, before standing up and gazing into my eyes.

I sat up, weakly in my chair, taking in every inch of the six foot tall man. He brought my hand outside his jeans and I could feel the massive hard on beneath the denim. I wanted to take him in my mouth and coat every inch of his cock with my tongue, but it wasn’t going to happen.

The sound of tires rolling over gravel broke our gaze. With a smile, the man brought a single finger to his lips, requesting my silence, before heading to my neighbor’s fence, and climbing over. I couldn’t believe the situation. My neighbor had just snuck over my fence and fingered me in my backyard. There was an eroticism hidden beneath all fucked upness of the situation, but I didn’t have time to ponder it.

I ran into the house and nearly crashed into Dennis as I rounded the corner into the living room.

“Woah, Liz, where’s the fire?”

“Sorry, sweetie,” I said flustered. I was still a little worked up from my experience with the stranger in our backyard.

“What’s the rush?” he asked.

“I didn’t realize how late it was. I was reading out back and got lost in the story. I’ll just hop in the shower real quick and then I’ll get started on dinner.”

“That’s okay, sweetie. I’ll probably grab some leftovers and head to bed,” he said kicking his shoes off.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea, I have to go back at work early tomorrow.”

“Oh,” I said, disheartened. “Okay.” I knew it was going to be another lonely night for me.

I followed Dennis to the kitchen to catch up with him. I had very few moments in the day with him, so I wanted to spend some time with him today.

“I met our neighbor, Annie, on my way home today. She invited us to dinner tomorrow night at her house.”

“That was nice of her. Do you think we’ll be able to go with work?” I asked. Dennis was always on call and I didn’t want to accept an invitation if he was going to have to bail.

“I get done at eleven tomorrow morning, so I should be fine for dinner at seven-thirty. I’ll be sure to grab a nap when I get home just to be safe,” Dennis said, moving around the kitchen.

Dennis continued to speak excitedly about meeting our new neighbors while he gathered his food. All the while my mind was wandering to my unknown neighbor who had just spent ten minutes with his fingers buried deep inside me. The memory was making me wet and I twisted and writhed in my chair trying to get comfortable. I had to hide my arousal from Dennis, which I was finding increasingly difficult in this skimpy bikini.

By the time Dennis had finished his food, my swim bottoms were completely soaked. I wanted to slip my hand beneath the waistband again and push myself to another orgasm, but I couldn’t. Not with Dennis here and certainly not to the memory of a stranger fingering me.

None the wiser, Dennis gave me a quick kiss goodnight and headed upstairs to bed. I slipped out onto the patio, hoping the fresh air would clear my mind. What the hell was I doing? How depraved and desperate was I getting that I would let a complete stranger finger me without so much as a single word being uttered?

I thought I was safe now, away from the city, but I wasn’t. My own home couldn’t protect me from my deviant thoughts and behaviors. I pushed my face into my hands and cried. I had broken my vow to stop cheating, but worse, I was breaking my vows to my husband to be his loving wife.

***

“Are you just about ready to go, sweetie?” Dennis asked.

I was putting on the finishing touches to go meet our neighbors. Dennis had been incredibly excited to socialize with the people in our neighborhood, but I didn’t share his enthusiasm. I was still flustered about what had happened yesterday with my next door neighbor. I didn’t know which neighbors we were meeting and I was scared of meeting the one who had pleasured me in my backyard.

For the event, I decided to wear a simple summer dress. It was white with blue and yellow flowers at the bottom corner of the skirt, which fell just above my knees. It had thin straps and the top gave only a hint of cleavage. My blonde hair was pulled back into a low, messy bun, with a few strands of hair escaping around my face. The only makeup I wore was brown eye shadow and eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop.

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I’m stretched out on my bed, fast asleep in the dead of night. The summer breezes are cool and refreshing this eve, and so I am lying on top of the covers, clad only in dark maroon panties and an oversized nightshirt. Ensconced in my dreams, I am dead to the world, alive in the fantasies running through my mind.

You walk into the dimly lit room and are immediately aroused, my prone and scantily-clad form exciting you as you slowly approach the bed. You stand over me and simply watch as a silently shift amongst the bedding, my breath deep and relaxed as my head rolls gently towards you. For a moment you think that your entrance has awoken me, but it becomes obvious to you that I am still fast asleep. I seem to be having an intense dream, as I move around every minute or so, as if reacting to events transpiring within.

You watch with growing fascination as one of my hands reached up and clutches at my breast, squeezing it through the night shirt momentarily before falling back at my side. It is now that you notice my erect nipples poking through the Yalova Escort fabric, and you conclude that I must be in the throes of an erotic dream. This excites you even more, and you feel yourself becoming hard as you watch me go through me subtle motions, my dream world bleeding into the physical realms.

Deciding that there is no chance of me waking, you undo your pants and release your growing erection, rubbing it to attention as you stare transfixed at my actions. Occasionally a brief groan leaves my throat as my head rolls back and forth, my lips attempting to mouth words that my mind is saying elsewhere. You watch my mouth as you stroke your erection, obsessing on my full lips as they part and curl, occasionally grinning or going slack with what you interpret as desire. I lick my lips and sigh dreamily, and that is when you decide to become a part of the dream.

Leaning carefully over the bed, you take your stiff penis and hold it close to my face, allowing its presence to be known. The musky smell of your aroused sex assaults my nose, and expression belies my newfound desire. You Yalova Escort Bayan bring it closer now, brushing the head ever so lightly against my lips, grazing them delicately. You do this repeatedly, teasing my mouth with brief glimpses of the silky smoothness of your manhood.

My mouth begins searching for its tormentor, lips parting, tongue pink and moist as it gingerly probes the air. You let my searching tongue make contact for a moment, and my body visibly shudders at the realization of its goal.

You are unable to resist any longer, and so you gently place it full on my lips, allowing it to the rest there as they eagerly part in response to its presence. My mouth accepts it, drawing it inside, moistening the head as it explores its ridges, drinking in the salty sweet taste of your precum.

My dream state a blur of sexual desires and images, my body begins to stretch and arch, as you carefully feed your rigid cock into my hungry mouth an inch at a time. I greedily devour it, my lips wrapping around it as my tongue runs along underneath as my mouth attempts to take it Escort Yalova all, unwilling to let any of it go to waste.

As my dreams become more fevered, so does my sucking, and my head starts to bob slightly in earnest. You respond to this is to help me, and you start moving your cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face as I suck and lick feverishly.

You hold at for as long as you can, enjoying the feel of my moist and silky mouth as it takes you eagerly, but the sensations combined with the erotic situation prove to be too much for your will power. When you finally climaxes, I swallow your hot load willingly, guzzling it down silently as my body writhes in ecstasy, on fire with lust. I suck your cock dry, drinking deep your love juices, almost moaning with regret when you finally remove your waning erection from my mouth, leaving me alone and lost in the uncharted territories of my erotic dream world. You leave as silently as you entered, spent and satisfied, still overcome with the intensity of the moment. It is an encounter you will never forget.

When I awake the following morning, I remember nothing of our mutual episode, or of the dreams that accompanied it. All I can recall is the feeling of true release, of a sexual experience beyond my comprehension, yet I am content and fulfilled none the less, having unknowingly satisfied my hungers on so many levels.

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Chocolate drips down my chin to land on my bare breasts for you to lick off. The strawberries lay in wait for our enjoyment later, along with some champagne. You dip your head and lick some of the chocolate from my nipple, where it had dripped from my chin. I tip my head back and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of your tongue slipping over my heated flesh. You pick up the bottle of chocolate sauce and drip it onto my tummy and let it run down between my legs before licking it all off.

You scoop some whipped cream from the bowl by the strawberries and spread it on my pussy. You press back on my shoulders and I lay down, my hair spread out on the pillow. You lay between my legs and your tongue sweeps over my chocolate & whipped cream covered pussy. I moan and you do it again, several times, licking off all the sweets before plunging into my moistness and tasting my own tangy sweetness.

You growl as the flavors all mingle in your mouth. Your fingers slip inside me and begin to stroke me, building the flames of passion higher and higher until the dam bursts and my love juice starts flowing out of me, covering your fingers and tongue. You move up my body, kissing and licking as you go. Kıbrıs Escort You kiss me deeply as your hard throbbing cock slips into my hot wet pussy in one stroke. I gasp softly at the fullness as you stay still for a couple of minutes, allowing me to adjust to the feeling.

You start moving in me slowly at first, igniting the flame of desire again. You start to move faster and deeper, almost pulling out completely before slipping back in to the hilt, your balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. Moments later, you feel my muscles contract around your cock as the orgasm hits. You pull out quickly and move to kneel by my head. I turn my head and take your cock into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it.

I can taste my juices as well as the chocolate and whipped cream on your skin. My hand slips up and down your thigh, and then around to squeeze your ass cheek. My other hand strokes your cock and cups your balls, massaging them lightly as I suck your cock. Within five minutes, I feel your ball sack start to tighten and I know that you will be cumming soon. I start to suck harder, coaxing forth your yummy cream. Seconds later, your cock starts to throb as I feel the Kıbrıs Escort Bayan first stream of cum shooting into my mouth. I swallow it and suck greedily, pulling forth every drop of your creamy goodness.

After you stop cumming, you lay on the bed beside me, pour us each a glass of champagne, and place the plate of strawberries on the bed between us. You put the bowl of whipped cream there too. You pick up a berry and dip it in the whipped cream, then feed it to me. I feed you a berry too. We drink the champagne and snack on the berries. You put the glasses, plate and bowl on the table by the bed, then we get under the blankets and relax in each other’s arms, smiling, happy and in love.

A short while later, I’m feeling frisky again, so I pick up the dish of chocolate syrup and dip my fingers into it, scooping up some of the brown sticky sauce. I smear it all over your now limp cock and your drooping balls. I feel your cock start to harden under my fingers and I look at you and smile. I can tell from the look in your eyes that you are really enjoying my attentions, even though you had just cum a few moments before. I cover your cock with chocolate, then I scoop Escort Kıbrıs some whipped cream from the other bowl and spread that all over you as well.

I pick up the last 2 strawberries and bite off the stems. I squeeze the berries in my hand, turning them into a juicy pulp that drips out between my fingers. It drips onto your cock and balls. I move my sticky hand to your mouth and you lick and suck the berry from my fingers and palm. After you do that, I lean down and start to lick your cock, swiping my tongue over every inch of it, and bathing your balls to remove the sweetness of the chocolate and whipped cream and crushed berries.

I take the whole length of your now rock-hard cock into my mouth and suck it really hard, licking and caressing it with my tongue. Within moments, I have it all clean of the chocolate, cream and berries, and I feel you getting close to cumming. I start to suck and stroke you faster, taking you as far into my hot wet mouth as I can, and within a couple minutes, I feel the first jets of your hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat. I suck harder and stronger, coaxing forth every drop of that yummy love juice. I swallow it all, then I release your cock with a popping sound.

I get a wet wash cloth from the bedside table and we wash each other clean, then you take all the dishes from the bed and put them on the table. We get back in bed and just lay there snuggling and relaxing after those mind-blowing orgasms we gave each other.

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The business trip to Butte, Montana brought them together.

They brought overnight bags with them. Their meeting would last into the second day. As he drove across a bridge they watched a flock of Canada geese standing on the riverbank watching the water flowing by.

He said, “Geese.”

“Mmmm, Will you be seeing her?”

“What?”

“Lynn. Will you be stopping by to see her while we’re here?”

He downshifted as they came into town and rolled up to a stoplight. He glanced at her, then turned right on the red light.

“No, I’d rather she not know I’m here. If she sees me she’ll start in again. I don’t want that. She needs more time.”

“More time for what? To get over the fact that she caught you with that woman?”

“It was a onetime thing. We got caught up in the heat of the moment.”

“Time has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh, you know about those things, huh?”

“I’m a woman… so yeah, I know about those things.”

*****

Ten miles out of Butte, they passed a man on a bicycle, dressed in cycling gear, a green-stripped polo shirt, black cycling shorts, white helmet. It was cool, but his bare legs were exposed and pumped like machine pistons.

“He looks like my Henry, she said. “My husband.”

“Henry’s a cyclist?”

“Yeah, he was pretty serious about it once..” She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. “He’d go out every Saturday with a group of people and they’d ride a hundred miles or so.”

“Jesus, he must be in great shape.”

“Yeah,” she said dryly. “Bicycles bore the hell out Kıbrıs Escort of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they’re not broken, you’ve got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time.”

“I know, I had one a long time ago. I sold it after maybe a month or two of having to take it in for repairs.”

“They cost a fortune to keep, and you can’t have just the one. Oh, no. You need two, maybe even three if you’re serious about cycling.”

They passed a herd of black and white dairy cows. “Cute,” she said. “What kind are they?”

“Beats me,” he said, “I’m a city boy.”

“But you come from around here,” she protested.

“Yeah, but I’m still a city boy. I never took to the country-life. Now, if I had to guess, I’d say they were Holsteins.”

“Why’s that?”

He turned toward her and flashed a winsome grin. “It’s the only name comes to mind.”

She laughed and gave him a playful punch on the arm. And watched as they came up on another bunch ambling towards the barn, walking in ones and twos, like tourists coming back to a bus.

“Henry would know,” she said.

“Know what?”

“What kind of cows they are.”

“Knowledgeable, huh?”

“He’s really smart.”

“You once told me he was the gentlest man you ever knew. Now you’re saying he the smartest. “He’s really quite the guy.”

“Sounds like he’s a regular Mahatma Gandhi.”

“Cut it out! I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“All right.”

But a few minutes later she said, Kıbrıs Escort Bayan “Sometimes, I don’t know.”

“What?”

“He’s so self-centered. Sometimes….”

“He bores the shit out of you.”

“No, no… He’s such a good guy.”

“But you think he’s tapping the woman from work?”

“Elaine?” She laughed, “I don’t think so; she’s like sixty-eight, looks like an adoptive mother.”

“He’s faithful then.”

“Oh, yeah. I can’t get away from that.”

*****

They pulled into the motel parking lot. He got out, “I’ll make sure they have our rooms ready. Be right back.

Three minutes later he walked back to the car. She reached back and rubbed her neck with one hand, then got out of the car. He handed her the key to the room.

“We’re all set, I’ll help you with your bags.”

She was less than a foot away and he could smell that special scent she always seemed to have on. She opened the door, stepped inside and made room for him to enter. He hung one bag in the closest and set the suitcase at the foot of the bed.

“Joan?”

“Yes?”

“How much longer are we going to fool around?” he asked quietly.

“I’m all done,” she said.

“Say what? You’re all done?”

“Yeah.” She stepped across the room. He started after her, but she reached the lights, snapped them off and then stepped back into the semi-darkness of the room near the bathroom.

“I’m really scared,” she said.

“Jesus!” He said wrapping his arms around her and pulling her face to his. The kiss locked them together, Escort Kıbrıs swaying for ten seconds; then she pulled her chin back, gasping, and they stumbled sideways together and fell on the bed.

“Gary, dammit, give me a minute to take a shower!”

“Fuck the shower,” he said. His voice was course, fevered. He kissed her again, his body pressing her into the bed. One hand tugging at the buttons that held the top of her dress together.

“Jesus, let me….”

“I got it.” A button popped and his hand was on her warm skin, her stomach. Then around behind, unlatching her brassiere. Joan began to moan, trying to catch his lips. They rolled across the bed, she fumbling with his belt, he with a hand beneath her dress, pulling at her thong.

“My God,” he rasped as his fingers got caught up in the edge of the material.

“Slow down, Gary… slow down!”

He got the thong off one leg and his hands were on her. Finally he entered her and she nearly screamed with the intensity of the feeling… and sometime later, she thought, she did scream.

*****

“Christ, I wish I still smoked,” he said. He’d turned on a bedside lamp and was sitting up, still mostly dressed. She was gasping for air. Like a carp, she thought. She’d never seen one, but had read about carp gasping for air on riverbanks.

He looked down at her. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. My God….”

“Here, let me…” and after the violence of the first encounter, he was suddenly tender, moving her body, lifting her, stripping off her remaining clothing. She felt almost a child again until he kissed her on the front of her thigh, just where it joined her hip. And the fire ran through her belly again and she gasped.

Gary was on her again and the bedside lamp seemed to grow dimmer. Then again, after a while, she thought, she may have screamed again.

THE END

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While we lived in Alaska, I was deeply involved in the local commercial salmon fisheries, and as the years went by spent more and more time away from the homestead. The nearest town, Ugashik, accessible by plane or boat in the summer and plane or dog sled in the winter, was nearly 150 miles away. Invariably, that meant a night or two in the local hotel.

As you might expect, Ugashik was the end of the road for a motley and very colorful set of characters. The town’s population at that time was around 260 people, yet it supported five bars. One of those bars was owned by a former prostitute. Patsy wasn’t shy about discussing her former trade, and was often heard to say that she recognized many of the more prominent men in the Territory only when they had their pants off, but she never forgot a cock.

One old timer, Bill Weiner had an Eskimo woman living with him. I saw Peggy only a few times, mostly in Bill’s cabin, but once under my bed.

I had been involved in a prolonged negotiation on behalf of the local fishermen with the cannery owners and operators regarding the ensuing summer’s fish prices. After supper and a few drinks with the boys, I trudged upstairs and turned in.

As I lay in bed reviewing the day’s events, I heard a strange rustling sound. Finding a small animal in one of Bob Bartlett’s six hotel rooms was unusual, but not unheard of, so I put it out of my mind and was just drifting off to sleep when I heard someone sneeze.

What the hell??

I jumped out of bed and turned on the light. There was no one in the room, so I looked under the bed. There was Peggy.

“Come out of there! What the hell are you doing under my bed?”

Peggy crawled out from under the bed and looked up at me. Oh, boy! Bill had given her a licking. Her black hair was matted and covered with dust balls froom under the bed. She had a swollen lip and a black eye, and obviously had been crying. Her clothes, a nondescript sweatshirt and a pair of dungarees, were as dirty as if she had been rolling around in the dirt road, which was also possible.

She looked at me, with pleading in her black, shiny eyes. “Bill, he kick me out,” she said in a soft voice. “I got no place to go so I hide here.”

“Why did he kick you out?”

“He t’ink I fuck Ronnie Olsen,” she whispered.

“Did you?”

Before she looked down, I thought I caught a glimpse of a little smile. “Yes.” she murmured. “Bill, he old man. Ronnie, he young man. Young man better fuck than old man.”

Well, that made sense. I gave her the towel that came with the room and a bar of soap from my gear, and sent her to the bathroom at the end of the hall to get cleaned up. Then Kıbrıs Escort I lay back on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, the door slowly opened, and a shy Peggy slipped inside the room. She was carrying her dungarees and wearing only her filthy sweatshirt. Peggy was a changed woman. She had combed her hair back behind her ears with her fingers, and it was still damp. Her golden skin was bright in the room’s light, and despite the purple bruise surrounding her left eye, the Asiatic slant of her black eyes gave her an exotic appearance.

I had no idea how old Peggy was. I knew she had been living with Bill for at least five years, and Eskimo women usually age rapidly, but her face bore no hint of the wrinkles middle aged Eskimo women usually develop, so I guessed she might still be in her twenties, possibly early thirties.

She stood, looking down at me for a moment as if trying to make up her mind. Then, as innocently as a child asking for candy, she said, “You want fuck fuck?”

When I hesitated, as if to close the deal she lifted her sweatshirt over her head. I hadn’t paid attention to her bare legs when she returned to the room, but now that I saw her naked body, I was mildly surprised. Eskimos tend, on the whole, to resemble their Asiatic forebearers. Both men and women are usually short and squat, with short, heavy bow legs and thick bodies.

Peggy’s features were pure Eskimo; round face, slant eyes and tiny nose, but her body was Caucasian. Obviously, there was a tall Swede somewhere in her background. She was much too thin to be appealing to most Eskimos. Her legs were slender and lithe. A thick mat of hair covered her pussy. I was surprised that there were no stretch marks marring her taut belly.

Most Eskimo girls become pregnant in their early teens, and I’m sure Peggy was no exception. Her breasts were small, but slightly pendulous as if she had nursed at least one baby. I wanted to think her dark engorged nipples were betraying her arousal, but common sense suggested it was only the chill in the room.

Throwing the covers back, I generously invited her into my narrow bed. I’ll swear her eyes lit up when she saw my stiffening cock, as she flowed into my welcoming arms. At first, Peggy’s cold skin reversed the process, and my cock shrank almost immediately. However, it quickly revived as Peggy’s soft skin warmed and she rubbed her belly against it. Then she rolled away from me and opened her legs. “Fuck fuck now?”

I was surprised. Either Peggy was in constant heat or, more likely, knew nothing about foreplay. “Not yet,” I said as I gathered her again in my arms. Peggy turned her head away when I tried to kiss her. Apparently Kıbrıs Escort Bayan her mouth was too tender, or perhaps she had an aversion to kissing. I contented myself with kissing and licking that secret place in a woman’s neck just beneath her ear. She tasted like soap. At the same time, I began teasing and twisting her far nipple, then ducking under the covers, sucking her near nipple into my mouth.

I felt rather than heard her sharp intake of breath, and I felt her hand against the back of my head pressing me tighter into her breast. Taking the hint, I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as possible, massaging her engorged nipple with my tongue as I hummed and swallowed.

While I was ministering to her breast, my other hand traced a faint trail by softly dragging my fingernails down her ribs and across that ticklish hollow where her hip and pelvic bone join, and on across her belly and down into her springy thicket of black pubic hair.

Her legs opened immediately and I felt my way to her labia. Her lips were already moist, so I gently inserted one, then two fingers, and began to finger-fuck her. I spread my fingers and my thumb so every time my fingers penetrated her cunt, my thumb brushed her clitoris. Meanwhile, Peggy was frantically jacking my cock and restlessly moving her legs.

Then she abandoned my cock and attempted to pull me over on top of her. Praying that she hadn’t picked something nasty up from her other lovers, I felt her hand guide my cock into her labia. I slowly pressed forward, enjoying the slick feel of a new cunt. Peggy lifted her pelvis, trying to hasten our coupling.

Perversely, I held back because I was thoroughly enjoying the eagerly writhing body beneath me. “Fuck fuck, Denny. Please?”

With that, I slammed my body forward, driving my cock as deep into her belly as it would go. Then I rested a moment, enjoying the feel of her fluttering pussy. My ardor had diminished considerably when I thought of the possibility of contracting something nasty from her, but as she raked my back with her fingernails and moved her hips beneath me, that awful specter faded from my consciousness, and I settled down to give that girl the fuck of her life. At least I tried to.

Kathy had coached me well, and the momentary pause as I had reflected on the possibility of catching something nasty from this woman, caused my system to rewind, so I found, to our mutual delight, that I had tremendous staying power.

Kathy had taught me to maximize her pleasure by fucking first one side of her cunt, then the other; to ride her high, so I was in almost constant contact with her clit, and to vary the tempo and Escort Kıbrıs penetration of my strokes.

We didn’t know about “G-spots” in those days, but Kathy, at least, seemed particularly to enjoy a series of short rapid strokes which caused the ridge behind the head of my cock to come into almost constant contact with her inner labia, followed by a series of deep thrusts, then a pause, with me buried in her up to my balls.

This seemed new to Peggy. I expect that from the first time in her adolescence when some male in her village first dumped a load into her cunt, to her present status as Bill’s woman, that very few men had bothered to consider her anything more than a handy sperm receptical.

Instead of lying passively beneath me, Peggy responded to my style of fucking first by frantically trying to capture more of my cock in her cunt when I was giving her the short strokes. Her timing wasn’t very good, and several times she inadvertently zigged when I zagged, causing me to fall out of her. I don’t think I ever had more trouble keeping my cock buried in a woman than I did with Peg.

The fancier I got with her, the wilder she became. She was soon bucking under me like a wild mustang. It was getting so hard to keep my cock in her that I finally rolled her over and holding firmly to her narrow hips, I tried fucking her doggy style, but that didn’t last long. She quickly flopped on her belly and squirmed over on her back again. She quickly spread her legs, and raising her knees, again guided my cock into her steaming cunt.

I’m happy to report that she came at least twice. The first time, she gripped me so tightly with her arms and legs that it was difficult to breathe. I was watching her face and saw her eyes close and her mouth tighten in a rictus grin as successive shudders shook her little body.

She seemed puzzled when, at last, she came out of her trance. Then she did something I’ve experienced only rarely. Keeping her arms tightly wrapped around my torso, she began fucking me by holding me tight while I was buried in her, and rubbing her pussy up and down, hard against my pelvis.

She soon began to tremble, and I felt her stomach muscles undulate as she came a second time. This time, I couldn’t help it. I was so terribly stimulated by her aggressive behavior, that almost before I knew what was happening, my cum was squirting into her belly. The last thing I remember was lying in bed, my arms wrapped around Peggy, warming myself against her incredibly hot body by holding her close, and then feeling her kiss my cheek.

When I woke, winter daylight was filtering through the dirty window in my room. I lay quietly for a moment trying to determine if last night’s activity had been only an unusually graphic wet dream or if I had really had company. I still wasn’t sure until I sat up and saw the wet towel and bar of soap piled in the chair where Peggy had dropped them.

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