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The first time I ever saw Kevin, I was picking up some materials from the supply store that were needed at a job site. My job required that I occasionally run extra materials to the construction crews if they ran short during the day. I don’t mind being outdoors. Some women prefer the office environment, but I like the wide-open spaces, and the freedom to take the occasional truck ride to a job site.

I’m used to being ogled and leered at. My slight 5′ 5″ height, long blond hair, hazel eyes, and 36″ chest, combined with the form-fitting clothes I prefer, set me apart from the other working girls. I don’t mind showing off my body, and I can take care of myself among the “boys club” of construction workers. So when my boss said, “Jenny, run to the supply depot and pick up this list of stuff, and get it to the Grover Street project, pronto,” I jumped up with anticipation and rolled out in the longbed Chevy.

The man who loaded the planks into my pickup truck was new. I noticed his big, broad shoulders as he heaved the wood into my truck. As I watched him lift and lay the boards, he would look my way. When he did, I saw that his eyes were sky blue and crystal clear, the brightest I had ever seen. When he smiled at me as he handed me the sign-out paperwork for my signature, I felt like I could melt into his arms. He introduced himself as Kevin, and we briefly exchanged small talk about the project and how we liked our jobs. He made me as nervous as a schoolgirl as we talked. Fumbling with the clipboard, I managed to sign my name and hand it back to him.

Kevin said, “Thank you. I hope I’ll see you again, Jenny.”

“I can’t wait, Kevin. Really!” I was giddy with anticipation. As I left, I felt his eyes on the back of my head, so I waved back, hoping that I could return soon. What a hunk! He had me shivering with the thought of being closer to him. I was getting wet just fantasizing about him, his broad shoulders, tight butt, and killer smile. By my body’s reaction, I knew that he was different from all the other Joes I’ve known.

When I got back to the office, I asked my friend Christy if she had seen him. “Oh, yes! He’s quite a hunk, isn’t he? I think he just moved here from Arizona or someplace out west. Are you checking him out, Jen?”

“I’m in the market for some of that kind of meat, for sure!” I replied.

Christy said, “Well, here’s hoping there’s enough to go around!” We giggled as close girlfriends do.

A week later, Kevin stopped by my office. Most of the staff had left for the weekend, and several of us were winding down from a long workweek. I was chatting with Christy when I felt someone watching me. He had come in the back door, so I didn’t see him at first. When I turned around, Kevin was staring into my eyes. We locked eyes, and it was like I was reading his mind. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him. He winked at me, as if to say, “Follow me,” and headed for the bathroom. I excused myself a minute later, saying I needed to “use the restroom” myself. As I entered the bathroom, canlı bahis he was waiting for me.

He shut the door behind me and pulled me close to him, locking his eyes with mine in that deep beautiful stare of his. We kissed deeply and passionately, like long parted lovers, rather than as strangers. It felt so right! Our tongues moved around each other. He gently bit and sucked on my lower lip. Oh, god, I felt myself getting wet! His manly scent permeated the small room. His sleeveless tee shirt exposed his tanned biceps. I had to look up at him as he towered over me in his boots. He bent me backwards in his embrace, as I was swept away into my private fantasy come true!

He was so fucking hot; I couldn’t wait to feel his beautiful cock inside of me. Kevin raised his arms and bent over slightly as I pulled his shirt up and off. He helped me take mine off. Then he unhooked my bra, letting my 36D tits free from their restraint.

My nipples were immediately tight. He put his mouth to each one in turn, sucking them very gently. Teasing my tits with his masterful tongue, my cunt was getting hotter by the second. All I could think about was having his tongue on my clit. Before I could let that happen, I wanted to taste his cock. I pulled his head away from my chest and kissed him hard. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants. Lowering the zipper, I saw that his cock was already hard. I pulled his underwear down, exposing the most perfect cock. It was 8 inches long and thick. Kevin kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, now fully naked in front of me.

I stroked the tip of his rigid cock lightly with my finger as the first of the precum drops formed at the hole. I spread the shiny liquid over the tip, eliciting a moan from him. Grabbing his cock with both hands, I started to stroke its length.

Kevin put his hands on my head, gently pulling me forward. I leaned even closer and put my lips to the bulbous head of his perfect cock. I kissed it and ran my tongue all the way down his shaft to where his balls hung low in their hairy sack. I opened and put one in my mouth, rolling it gently on my tongue, and then did the same to the other. Kevin moaned aloud again, urging me upward to engulf his pole in my hungry mouth. He leaned back on the wall as I took him as deep as I could, rolling my tongue over his shaft and sucking hard with my lips. I looked up to see his smiling face watching me give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. He began thrusting his hips forward, urging me to suck him off.

Suddenly, the door opened! We had forgotten to lock the door! I pulled Kevin’s cock from my mouth, but was still holding it as I knelt on the floor in front of him. My god, it was Christy! Apparently she just “happened” to need the restroom. Later, I found that she knew I had entered it with Kevin. When she tried the door, she was surprised to find it unlocked. Seeing me holding Kevin’s cock, she quickly came inside, closed the door, and locked it!

Kevin seemed unfazed by Christy’s entrance. bahis siteleri If anything, his smile got even bigger as he read the lust in Christy’s eyes. “Don’t stop on account of me,” Christy said. Please, keep going. This is really making me hot!”

Without hesitation, I continued working away at Kevin’s magnificent hard-on. Christy couldn’t stand it anymore. Kevin watched as she started to undress. “Please, can I join in?” she asked.

“Ok by me,” Kevin replied.

I stood up, leaving Kevin and his magnificent body leaning against the wall. As I finished undressing, Christy held me up. Suddenly she kissed me! “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she exclaimed. I had never kissed a woman before, but as worked up as I was, it seemed so natural. So I kissed her back as we pressed our naked bodies together.

Christy boosted me up to the edge of the counter and used her fingers to play with my clit, while she kept sucking on my neck and licking my tits. I watched Kevin slowly stroke his cock, as he watched Christy work on me. I was getting even hotter and wetter. Christy really knew what made me feel good. Her fingers rubbed against my clit with just the right amount of pressure. She inserted two fingers in me and started to fuck me with them. I thrust against her hand, watching Kevin nude form holding his magnificent cock just two feet away. It felt so good! I knew I moaned louder as Christy kept fucking me faster with her fingers. Kevin watched us. I could tell his cock was about to explode.

Kevin grabbed Christy from behind by the waist as she continued to finger fuck me. With one hand he pushed her head close to my oh-so-hot cunt. Immediately, she started to eat me. With his other hand, Kevin pulled her ass towards him so he could enter her from behind. He wanted to fuck her doggie style. Kevin thrust his cock into her hot cunt fast and hard and Christy let out a muffled groan, which excited me even further. She silenced herself and kept lapping away at my wetness. I couldn’t believe this. My best friend was eating me out with my dream man fucking her ass!

Then it came. My orgasm started deep and my clit was throbbing from the severe tongue-lashing it was receiving. I came so hard on Christy’s mouth, juices pouring from me. As the initial wave passed, I said to Kevin, “I need you to fuck me now!”

He pulled his cock out of Christy and she stepped aside. Kevin moved toward me with his massive hard-on pointed directly at my slopping cunt. He put the head right on my clit, and I twitched in anticipation. He looked into my eyes as he pressed forward, thrusting his perfect prick into my hot vagina. I let out a moan of satisfaction. Finally!

Kevin was ready too. He fucked me. Pure and simple, hard, raw sex. He fucked me hard and fast, and I bounced up and down on his cock. We where both grunting as he slammed forward into me. It was Christy’s turn to watch while she played with herself, waiting for her turn to cum. In a blur of sweat and juices, I could feel my second orgasm coming bahis şirketleri on strong.

“Oh, god, Kevin! Fuck me harder! Oh, baby, ram me with your big hard cock! You fill me up better than anybody! I’m gonna cum on your big fat cock as you shoot your cum in my wet, hot pussy! Go ahead, give me your cum! Fill me with your…” The orgasm hit me in mid sentence. I grabbed on to Kevin’s shoulders and hung on for the ride. I throbbed against his cock, pulling him closer, as it was buried deep in my pussy. I had never cum so hard with any man before.

It was too much for Kevin. He was ready, too. I felt him swell even bigger, as he exploded. He pushed even deeper and shot his load in several thick pulses that I could feel hit the depths of my vagina. Head back, he sighed as he spurted hot cum into me. When he stopped cumming, he pulled his cock out. It was still semi hard and covered with our combined juices. With the plug pulled out, his cum ran out of my vagina, a lovely feeling.

Christy, who had watched our passionate fucking with a lustful eye, was feeling left out. “Oh, Kevin! Is there nothing left for me?” she pouted.

“I think there is. Come here, let’s see.” A man of few words, that Kevin. But if actions speak louder than words, Kevin was positively shouting. Christy eagerly pushed her ass against Kevin’s cock, grinding against the meaty girth of it. In just a few seconds, it was at full mast again. Christy bent over the counter next to me as Kevin positioned himself behind her. She reached behind and grabbed his cock, expertly guiding it into her exposed channel.

“That’s it, baby. Slide it in nice and easy! Now fuck me like you fucked Jenny! Make me cum. I’m so ready!”

Kevin grabbed Christy’s hips and pumped his reinflated member deep within her wet folds. This time, watching Kevin poke Christy from behind, I was much more satisfied. Nevertheless, I was still turned on. So, as he plundered her pussy with rapid thrusts, my fingers found my cum-filled pussy. With the slightest touch, I was hot again. The scene played out in front of me no doubt adding to my arousal. I felt the gobs of Kevin spunk as I fingered my clit to the verge of cumming again. Licking my fingers, I tasted the sweet cum, rolling it on my tongue. Christy saw me do that and opened her mouth. I offered a taste of Kevin’s load directly from my pussy. She licked my fingers and sucked the in her mouth to get all of it. That pushed me to the limit of my endurance. I came again in rapid fire pulses that squeezed the remainder of Kevin’s cum out of my well-lubricated hole to run down my leg.

As Christy reached the brink and passed over into orgasmic delight, she reached out to grab my hand. I squeezed back as we achieved mutual orgasm. Eyes glazed with lust, Kevin once again exploded, pumping his wads of sweet cum deep within Christy’s pussy. Nearly simultaneous orgasms had us wiped out, but with smug, satisfied looks on our faces.

As Kevin pulled out of Christy, she remarked, “Come on. Let’s get out of here, get some beer, and find a proper place to do this again!”

That Christy! What a friend and lover she turned out to be. Together, we enjoyed many more trysts with Kevin, as well as with his stepson. But that is another story.

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It was during the spring of 2001 when my cousin, Dave, asked me to be the best man at his wedding. He was an only child and we also grew up as good friends. The wedding was to be in a small town in New Hampshire, where his wife-to-be, Katie, was from. The locale was so rural, that the small chain motel had no rooms left so Dave got me the keys to Katie’s Uncle Jack’s fishing cabin located on a lake about 15 miles out of town. As it turned out Uncle Jack had to be in Germany on business and much to his regret would miss the wedding.

On the Friday morning before the wedding I loaded my Volkswagen Golf with both my suitcase and my tuxedo on a hanger and headed north. I followed the directions that Dave had e-mailed me and after going down a dirt road finally found the cabin in the early afternoon. I located the key and let myself in. Calling it a cabin was a bit of an understatement because it was beautifully appointed albeit small. The living room had a huge stone fireplace with impressive overstuffed leather furniture. When I looked around, the bedroom had a very nice king size bed and the kitchen had all the necessities including an impressive liquor cabinet. Being this far north, the weather still had a bit of a winter chill to it so I started a fire in the fireplace, got a glass from the cupboard, and availed myself of some of Uncle Jack’s bourbon.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was after 4:00 pm so I got up, went to the bathroom where I showered and shaved, and got dressed. By 5:30 I was at the church listening to the pastor give directions to everyone about the ceremony scheduled for the next day. It was not a large wedding with only me, two groomsmen, the maid of honor, and two bridesmaids. It all started at the church when I became aware that one of the bridesmaids, an exceptionally attractive woman at that whom was perhaps a year or two older than me, kept glancing in my direction. Moreover, it continued during dinner when it became even more obvious that she was flirting with me. Earlier we had been introduced—Martha was Katie’s older sister, who I learned had been married for just a short time and was illegal bahis recently divorced.

After dinner I went back to the cabin, parked the car, and let myself in. The fire that I had started earlier had been reduced to embers so I put a couple of logs on and went back to the bedroom to change out of my suit into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. On my way back to the living room I stopped by the kitchen to pour myself another drink, but then heard a car drive up. Moments later Martha came into the cabin. “Can you believe that the motel screwed up my reservation?” she exclaimed with a certain air of dissatisfaction mixed with disgust.

“It’s not that big a place so I assume that they’re booked for tonight.”

“Yes, they are and Uncle Jack’s cabin was the only option I could think of.”

“It’s OK with me,” I said thinking that she also knew that I knew that the cabin only had one bed.

“Great!” she said. “Let me go change, but in the meantime you can make me a drink. I’ll have what you are having.”

I made Martha her drink and took it into the living room. Several minutes later she joined me and was wearing a long plaid flannel bathrobe. I handed her the drink and then raised mine in a toast to Dave and Katie. We clinked glasses and took a sip.

“This fire feels good. It’s taking some of the chill off.”

When Martha reached to put her glass down on the coffee table the top of her robe fell open enough to reveal a perfectly proportioned breast. I had to wonder whether it was intentional because she made no effort to conceal it. Instead she said she was still chilled and snuggled up to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my chest.

In response I put my right arm around her and pulled her closer. Then I put my arm under her arm and fondled the right tit that had so conveniently revealed itself to me earlier. Martha offered no resistance and, as a matter of fact, snuggled in even closer. I let my hand slip down the opening in her robe, which also revealed that there was nothing except Martha inside. It might have been a little reach, but I was able to feel around illegal bahis siteleri until I found her bush.

“Oh, Rob, but I like that,” she cooed then taking the initiative to find the zipper to my jeans. To say that I had developed an erection by this point would be only a huge understatement if not an outright lie. “And apparently, you do, too!” she added.

“I find you very attractive. And, yes, I’m enjoying every minute of this,” I replied letting my middle finger find its way through the bush. I teased her clit for a few moments before inserting my finger into her now quite moist vagina.

“Oh, that feels great. Why don’t we go to the bedroom and stretch out. It’s been a really tough day and I want to relax and unwind. Just make sure to bring your drink,” came the suggestion.

We both made our way back to the bedroom, but upon entering it was apparent that Martha knew what she wanted because the bed had been already turned down, the light on the nightstand was on, and there was even a small towel nearby. “Now, let’s get you out of those jeans, she said unbuttoning them and pulling them to the floor showing my erection standing at attention under my briefs.

“You are a lady on a mission, aren’t you?”

“You could say that,” she replied slipping out of the bathrobe and standing naked before me. “Now are you to get into bed where you can fuck me or are we just going to stand here and talk all night?” she asked as she laid down on the bed and pulled her legs up to reveal the lips of her vagina behind a very nice well-trimmed bush.

I could not hold back any longer, so I peeled off my briefs and laid next to Martha on the bed. I resumed fingering her and discovered that she was one excited woman who was very amply wet with her own juices. Wasting no time I entered her, but took my time to use a variety of strokes hoping to pace my excitement, but to also escalate hers. Not surprisingly, she came first and then I did. It was a such a good fucking that it seemed like I just kept cumming for the longest time. After the long drive, the rehearsal dinner, and the intense fucking we just canlı bahis siteleri fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Hours later daylight streamed through the windows of the bedroom, but then I noticed that Martha was no longer in bed and the aroma of coffee wafted through the cabin. I got out of bed and on the way to the kitchen stopped to pee first. That’s when it became apparent one more time that Martha knew exactly what she was doing the previous evening because a recently used douche bag hung in the shower drying and a contraceptive diaphragm was out on the edge of the sink.

I went to the kitchen where Martha handed me a steaming mug of coffee. She was once again dressed in the long bathrobe and as I wondered what she was wearing underneath I once again got an erection. “By the looks of what I saw in the bathroom you not only enjoyed last night, but sort of knew you would.”

Martha did not skip a beat. “A girl has to be prepared to have a good time. I was and I did. I just hope you did, too.”

“I did. Thank you very much. Now before the two of us get all hot and steamy again I do think we need to shower and get ready for the wedding. It might be OK for the bride to be late, but if either or both of us did, it would not be good form.”

Martha showered first and then I did. When I came out she was standing in the bedroom dressed in a strapless bra, bikinis, and a garter belt with stockings. This woman was just as sexy in her underwear as she was naked, maybe more so. As I stood there admiring her she stepped into her bridesmaid’s dress and said, “Would you mind zipping me?”

“Glad to, although it would be more fun helping you out of it.”

She let out a little giggle and said, “That will have to wait until after the reception and we’re back here.”

Some nine hours later we were, in fact, back at the cabin, but fortunately, I had also made a brief stop at a convenience store for a box of rubbers just in case things got interesting and she was not within easy access of her diaphragm. We had some great oral sex and then fucked twice that night before falling asleep. We did it one more time in the morning before parting company.

I never saw Martha again, but did hear through Katie that she had moved to Seattle, got married and was pregnant with twins. The thought of that weekend when Dave and Katie got married has never left me.

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It was almost the end of my senior year of high school and I was enjoying myself the way most eighteen year-old girls do – flirting and dating boys. John and I had been going to the same church all our lives and although I’d caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed any special interest in me. Then out of the blue John asked me to help him with some homework. Given the way he was eyeing my boobs when he asked I felt it safe to assume that John was interested in more than my 4.0 grade point average. As to why he’d been so distant, all I could guess was that maybe my growing reputation caused him to need some time to work up the courage. In any case, it turned out I was totally correct about his true intentions. To make a long story short, I left our first “homework” session with the pleasant aftertaste of cum in my mouth.

Once the initial dating rituals had been satisfied we dropped the “homework” excuse and started more serious dating. Don’t get me wrong, neither of us was looking for anything romantic, we both wanted the same thing – sex! On our first date we were already doing it in the backseat of his parent’s car and it certainly wasn’t our last time! Most of the time we did it either in his car or my bedroom, but we were always looking for any opportunity for a bit of extra excitement.

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

It was a Friday night and I was in my bedroom getting ready for another night out with John. We didn’t have anything special planned, just a movie and maybe some dessert afterwards. Looking in my mirror I smiled as I imagined what was ahead of me. My denim skirt was tight and short, just like I knew John liked me to wear. It hugged my hips tight and then flared out with a ruffle at the bottom which would have made it more girlish rather than slutty if it hadn?t been so obscenely short. I’d chosen a pair of simple white cotton panties while underneath my white tank top was a black tube top which was clearly visible. My hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail and I had just the minimum makeup on. A pair of pink sneakers finished off the ensemble.

Actually, each piece had been selected with a specific motive in mind. The skirt, of course, was for easy access. I learned early on that trying to get a pair of jeans off in a theater can be quite a challenge, especially when you wear ones as tight as mine! The white panties were for John’s sake – lending that “little girl” imagine to me that was enhanced by the pony tail and light makeup. I could have gone braless under the tank top, letting my nipples show through instead of the tube top. Instead, the tube top lent a little bit naughtiness to the look, clearly visible yet saying he had to work a bit if he wanted my boobs. The sneakers were actually functional in that it was a lot easier to squat down in front of him in the theater with those than it would have been with heels (like I would ever touch my knees to those filthy floors!).

Suddenly I felt a tingle in my pussy as I imagined John’s cock pressing up against my panties, then his fingers moving them aside to explore my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and stood there with my hand pressed up against my crotch, feeling the warmth that was building up. Although I’d masturbated earlier this morning it had still been a few days since John had fucked me last and I was feeling more than a bit anxious. Face it, as much as I loved touching myself nothing beat the feel of a real dick in me! Remarkably, several of my friends were still virgins and I often marveled at how they could deny themselves. I mean like if I regretted anything it was I waited as long as I had!

With a half hour or so until John was due I figured why waste the time? I got on top my bed and laid back against my pillow. Soon my hand was back between my legs and rubbing my clit through my panties. This was silly – John wasn’t here so the heck with the stupid panties! I pulled them down to my ankles and let my knees spread apart. My fingers moved through my pubic hair, spreading it apart to reach my clit and pussy slit. God it felt so good! For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I played with myself, imagining it was John touching me, licking me, even fucking me.

When I finally came I plunged my fingers into me as far as I could reach, remembering how good it had felt the last time John had fucked me and driven his dick in me as far as he could when he came in me. John loved the fact I let him fuck me without a condom. He claimed I was the first girl he had ever actually cum inside of as all the rest of them made him wear a condom.

When people discuss the pros and cons of condoms the conversation seems to always dwell on the guy such as the loss of sensation. Well how come nobody cares about the girl? When a guy cums in a rubber he may as well not cum at all so far as the girl is concerned. I want to FEEL his sperm spew into me, FEEL the gentle warmth as he fills me with his hot cum. John loved it as well and so he came in my pussy most of the time with the only exceptions being when I was blowing him somewhere where he couldn’t fuck me.

As güvenilir bahis I laid there with my heart pounding, the afterglow of my orgasm still burning inside of me, I became aware of what else was going on around me. Our house is fairly old with hardwood floors that squeak if so much as a mouse runs across them it seems. I could’ve sworn someone was in the hallway. My bedroom door was wide open, as it usually was, so I called out to find out who was out there.

“Someone out there?”

I expected it to me my mom so I was a bit surprised when my dad poked his head around the corner.

“Just me baby,” he said with a smile. “I take it you’re going out with John tonight?”

I nodded and he just shook his head and laughed softly.

“And my horny little girl couldn’t wait another thirty minutes?”

“Oh Dad!!” I protested, trying to sound innocent but obviously I’d been caught with my panties down – literally. It wasn’t like he had never seen me nude or masturbating before. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t run around the house nude or put on masturbation shows for my dad but at the same time I don’t hide it when I do it either. The same went for my parents. Although I have never seen them actually having sex, masturbation isn’t something they hide and nudity, when appropriate, is OK as well.

“You know, I don’t understand why the two of you don’t just spend the evening here. I would think your bed has got to be a LOT more comfortable than wherever you’re going to be doing it tonight.”

“John still gets nervous about it Dad,” I tried to explain. “God, if he knew you watched us sometimes I think he would shrivel up and never get hard again!”

We both laughed and he came in to give me a quick hug. Actually, it made me feel secure to have sex with both of my parents home. At least that way I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me with my dad surreptitiously checking in now and then. Not that I was concerned about John anymore but I thought it was cute that my dad liked to keep an eye out for me anyways.

“By the way… don’t forget your panties!” he teased me as he left my room.

I just pretended to be shocked that he would even say such a thing which just made him laugh all the more at me. Actually, he was right and so I pulled them back up and then got out of bed to check myself again in the mirror after my little bit of self-indulgence.

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John soon picked me up and we had a great night. The theater was pretty full which somewhat limited what I could do to him. In the end he had to settle for just a hand job as it would’ve been all but impossible to get down and suck him without drawing undue attention to us. Not that he complained! John groped me the entire movie as much as he could get away with and by the time the movie was over my pussy was soaking wet with the anticipation of his dick in it. Once the movie was over, no sooner were we back in his car than I was leaning over for his zipper with the intent of attacking his cock right then and there.

“Whoa!” John exclaimed, “I guess somebody’s horny as hell.”

“Oh just shut up and give me that dick,” I muttered, trying to get his zipper down but for some reason having a heck of a time getting it started.

“Why don’t we get in the back so the console’s not in your way?” he offered.

Whatever… I was getting frustrated with his zipper and lack of help as well so I just huffed and threw the door open, almost hitting some poor woman walking her kids back to their car. I smiled at her and apologized and as soon as she turned away I opened the rear door and hopped in, all ready to go. John was close behind, entering from the other side and closing his door behind him.

“Now take those damn jeans off,” I demanded, “God, I’ve never had so much trouble with a guy’s zipper before!”

John just grinned at me, apparently amused for some reason at my frustration. My pussy was killing me! It needed some attention and soon. Meanwhile John had pulled his jeans off along with his underwear and was sitting back in the seat with just his shirt on which, for the moment at least, was covering his dick from view. The lighting was poor where John had parked, which I doubted was just a coincidence on his part, but I could still see enough to reach over and grab his wonderful cock under his shirt tails. I was thrilled to find him hard and ready to go although there really hadn?t been much doubt that it would be!

“God, I’ve been wanting to suck this thing all night,” I murmured as I leaned over and took the head in my mouth. John immediately let out a slight groan and I knew he’d been wanting the same thing as me. Well, from the opposite side of course.

“Mmmmmmm, you like my mouth on your dick, don’t you?” I teased him, holding his hard cock in my and while I looked up into his eyes with my mouth next to his dick.

“You know damn well I do!” he retorted. “Now quit yakking and suck it. If you want me to fuck you then you’d better suck my cock pretty damn good.”

Somehow I doubted that anything I did, or didn’t do, wouldn’t türkçe bahis deter him from fucking me before the night was over but I indulged his ego. Kneeling on the back seat, I bent over his dick with my ass up in the air, sucking his cock like it was a hot day and I had to lick a popsicle to keep it from dripping.

“Oh yeah, that’s the way I like it baby,” John groaned as I sucked hard on his cock.

His hand managed to wander over my back and down to my ass, lifting my skirt and grabbing my ass over my panties.

“I really don’t know why you even bothered wearing these tonight,” he complained, working my panties down my butt and thighs to my knees, “Since when do you wear them anyway?”

I just let him grumble as I worked on his cock. He plunged his finger into my pussy and I almost bit into his cock as the sudden release of pleasure it created in me overwhelmed me. I wiggled my ass with his finger in me, trying to tell him I liked it without taking his cock from my mouth.

“Cum in my mouth,” I said quickly, releasing his dick just long enough to beg for his cum.

His cock tasted so good in my mouth! Having it in my hand for most of the past hour or so without being able to even so much as suck it had been as much torture for me as it probably was for him. On second thought, I was the one who suffered the most as he at least got to cum! All I could do was lick his cum off my hand afterwards. It was like waving a steak in front of a dog and not letting her have a taste except to like what was left on your fingers!

John moaned even louder when I took his entire dick in my mouth until my face was pressed against his hairy crotch. I wiggled my head around it, letting my tongue press against it as I held it there for as long as I could hold my breath. I loved the feeling of his smooth shaft as it slid along my lips when I raised my head back up again. I tried to pause a second to catch my breath but John wouldn’t have any of that.

“Don’t stop NOW for God’s sake,” he groaned, “Almost there…just a little more… hurry up and put it in your mouth!”

Well, that was a little understated as it turned out. No sooner did I get his cock back about half-way in my mouth than his dick erupted like a fountain spewing fireballs at a Fourth of July fireworks show. My lips tightened around his pulsing shaft, trying my best to keep every drop of his warm salty sperm in my mouth. Overall I was largely successful as only a little bit leaked past and dribbled down my chin.

John’s finger was still up my pussy but as he had neared his orgasm he had just held it there with his hand gripping my ass. With everything happening in the last few minutes I had almost forgotten he had it in me until he came and his grip tightened on my butt. I felt his finger twist in me which only served to remind me what I REALLY wanted from John tonight.

I went to sit up and he pulled his finger out of me. Turning sideways on the seat, I had my legs wrapped under me with my panties still holding my knees together. I probably should’ve just pulled them off altogether but I hoped it would turn John on to see them partially on me. I looked at him and opened my mouth, careful not to let his load of cum escape. There wasn’t much I could say with a mouthful of cum so I just smiled as he looked at his sperm pooled on my tongue. Closing my mouth, I took a big swallow and got most of it down with the rest disappearing with the second effort. I opened my mouth to show him it was empty and he just sighed.

“Damn, you really do like that stuff, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically. I could tell from the tone of his voice that HE certainly didn’t, or least didn’t even like the thought of tasting it.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s pretty good once you get used to it,” I replied with a grin, “Actually I like the process of GETTING it the best.”

“Well I’ll say one thing, you give better head than any other girl I know!”

I pretended to be mad and replied, “John! And just how many other girls have been sucking your cock?”

John got defensive, realizing he had dug himself a whole. Like most guys, rather than shut up and let it go, he had to dig the hole deeper.

“Oh no!” he quickly corrected himself, “I just meant that was how old you were. What I meant to say was you give better head than any other girl I know.”

At this rate he would be in China before long!

“So you mean a lot of girls suck your cock then,” I countered, looking at him accusingly.

He just couldn’t put down the shovel!

“No, that’s not what I meant either,” he whined. Then, unable to come up another defense, he must have decided that the best defense was a good offense.

“You’re not being fair,” he argues, “From what I’ve heard you’ve been blowing every guy you go out with.”

Teasing was fun but this was over the line. How many guys I sucked was none of his business and I wasn’t about to discuss my sexual history with him. Besides, a BJ wasn’t technically sex anyway so what difference did it make to him? I tried to get out of the car but almost güvenilir bahis siteleri killed myself when my panties tripped me up. Damn things, I knew I should have taken them off! John just thought that was hilarious. Figures.

“Oh come on Kelly, don’t get mad at me,” he pleaded.

I sat back in the seat with my arms folded and my legs under me. The damn panties were about half way between my knees and ankles and I was about ready to just rip them off and be done with them. I just sat there with my arms folded and a scowl on my face.

“I’m sorry,” John apologized, “I meant it well. How can I make it up to you?”

A grin slowly came to my face as he finally was right where I wanted him. My one hand went between my legs where my pussy was practically dripping and my other hand went to hold his dick, which was still as hard as ever even though he had just cum for the second time in the past hour.

“Well, you could start by shutting up and fucking me,” I said in a naughty tone, teasing him by squeezing his cock just enough to make it feel good but not hard enough to hurt him.

“Well, I think I can handle THAT,” he said with a little laugh.

“Ummmmm, didn’t I just say to shut up?”

John started to say something again but the look on my face shut him up this time. He just shook his head and grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me back into the rear corner of the backseat so my head was supported by the door and cushion. John lifted my legs up onto the seat and pulled my panties down around my ankles and then threw them in the front seat.

“Like I said, I don’t know why you even bother wearing them,” he laughed. I started to say something but he put his fingers to my lips and said, “I know, I know… shut up and fuck you.”

THAT was better. FINALLY he was getting the picture. I dropped one leg over the side of the back seat and raised the other one to the top of the seat back. Actually, except for my panties I was still fully dressed! John still had his shirt on but it was no match for his erect cock as it poked out and through the shirt tails.

Reaching out for his dick, I grabbed him as he worked his way into position. It was a little awkward at first as he tried to balance himself but I held his cock to my pussy hole and waited for him to push it in. His cock head was pressing against my pussy as it practically screamed for him to come inside. Fingers are only good for when you don’t have a dick available!

I heard him take a deep breath and just as I could feel him beginning to push harder, voices came in from somebody right next to us. John froze and I strained my head to see over his shoulder to see if I recognized anyone. Although we both had enough clothes on now to hide anything naughty from view, our position would have been hard to take for anything other than what it was – two teens fucking in the back seat!

“Ignore them,” I pleaded, “Come on… fuck me dammit.”

Let’s see… a horny boy with huge erection has choice between worrying about people outside the car or following the directions of his equally horny girlfriend who was insisting that he fuck her. Like there was a decision to be made here! Once again I felt the pressure of his cock head between my legs and finally my pussy relented and opened for him. His dick head slipped in and was quickly followed by the remaining portion of his shaft until I felt his crotch pressed up against mine with his long curly pubic hair smashed against my fuzzy pussy.

“That’s so much better,” I moaned softly as he held himself still inside of me. My pussy gripped his shaft, holding onto him as if it never wanted to release it. “God your dick feel so good inside of me!”

As he started to stroke himself in my pussy, I reached down and toyed with my clit, rubbing it in tight circles with my fingertips. My other hand cupped my boobs through my tube top, squeezing my nipples between my fingers. After being so horny for the past couple of hours this wasn’t going to take long!

“Ohhhhhh John,” I moaned, “Make me cum… Make me cum so hard.”

John was pumping me harder and faster, now oblivious to the outside world even though several times we heard voice of people as they walked by the car. If any of them saw anything they played it pretty straight as we never had a single instance where somebody challenged what we were doing.

My pussy exploded and my cum gushed over his cock as my orgasm struck hard. It was incredibly intense although short-lived. My pussy squeezed down so hard on John’s cock he actually begged me to let up on it a little but I wasn’t listening that closely. All that existed or me at that moment was between our legs – his cock inside of my pussy.

“Oh… my… god,” I moaned as it seemed it would never end. “Feels so good! Fuck me John… fuck me more!”

Gradually the feeling in me died down and I laid still, feeling John’s cock throbbing in me. He had pause while I was cumming, watching me cum and listening to me tell him how I felt. Seeing that I was about over my orgasm, he started pumping his cock in me again, in and out, in and out, using a steady even motion with all the relentlessness of an oil rig. It was just pure fucking, plain and simple. Nothing fancy, no weird positions, neither of us saying a word, just his cock inside of me.

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Since this was a contest story I didn’t originally plan to write more, but response was so overwhelmingly positive I decided to add more content after all. I think this next chapter came out very well, and I hope everyone enjoys more of David and Roxy’s story. Thank you for the all the great comments on my last installment!

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If there was one thing that Roxy Doyle would have wanted to see improved in her current residence; a bigger bathroom would have been right near the top of the list. The existing cramped space tended to fill with steam when she showered, and despite her best efforts to organize it, there still wasn’t enough cabinet space for all her beauty supplies.

She stood in front of the mirror using one hand to wipe away the fog with a towel, revealing her face in the glass.

It was an attractive face, or so many men had told her throughout her life. Roxy herself was rather indifferent to it by this point having accrued quite a few years staring at her own visage. At least she had been, recent events had made her more aware of her looks. She squinted at her reflection, thinking that she could see more wrinkles around her eyes than had been there the previous week. The fact that she was about to celebrate her thirtieth birthday probably had something to do with her newfound insecurity, but an even more significant reason was her boyfriend.

Ten weeks earlier, Roxy had met David, a young man just out of high school who had come to work for her as a summer hire. The last thing she had ever imagined was that she would fall for him. The very idea had seemed ridiculous at first. He was eleven years her junior, inexperienced and a little bumbling right out of the gate. She had initially felt exasperation at his sarcasm and seeming lack of focus on his work, but over time she had discovered there was much more to this kid than she had first thought. He learned quickly, never made the same mistake twice, and proved to be a conscientious worker with excellent attention to detail.

The more time she spent around him, the more she found to like about him. He was kind and thoughtful, brave, and selfless. There was a maturity in him that mixed with his youthful innocence and dry wit attracted her in a way that no man had in a long time. She tried to resist her feelings. A task made much more difficult by the fact that David was also a very handsome young man with a body that was far more mature than its owners face. Given their age difference, and her relationship baggage that included a seven-year-old daughter, it seemed far more sensible to be his boss and keep a discreet distance.

When she had failed at that, she had tried to settle on being his friend.

In the end, she had failed at that as well.

David broke through the thick walls of indifference she had built up by doing no more than being himself, and that was both exciting and frightening to her. It forced Roxy to open herself to the kind of pain she had turned her back on, and to admit that she didn’t have to be alone. For a woman that had forged her personality around fierce independence, this kind of vulnerability made her nervous. Add to this the fact that their May/December relationship was unconventional, to say the least, and you had a recipe for some sleepless nights.

Then there were the wrinkles.

A banging on her bathroom door jerked Roxy away from the minute inspection of her face.

“What?” she snapped, opening the door enough to reveal the kindly old face of her neighbor, Mrs. Foster.

“I just wanted to let you know that David will be here soon. What’s taking so long?”

“I know what time it is, Mrs. Foster. I was just counting my wrinkles.”

“Wrinkles? You’re about to turn thirty, Roxy, not seventy. You want to see wrinkles? Take a look at my face, Sweetie.”

“It’s not your face that David has to look at all the time.”

“Feeling a little insecure today, are we?”

“No…Yes…Shit! I don’t know!” said Roxy loudly as she struggled to put on her makeup, “this is what I get for dating a younger guy.”

“You wouldn’t give him up for the world, though, would you? I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been since David came into your life.”

Roxy made a face in the mirror, she hated to give her nosey neighbor the satisfaction by admitting it, but she was right. David had swept into her orderly life and turned it all upside down but in a good way. He was proving to be a something she hadn’t believed existed, a man she could count on.

If he had just been a little older…

“David is a great guy. There. I said it out loud. Happy?”

“Just so long as you know it that’s all that matters, Dear. He is a peach. Why, if I was forty years younger, I might be trying to steal him from you!”

“Mrs. Foster! You’re going to make me blush, and I’m trying to get the color right on my face.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what goes on over here after lights out. These walls ain’t that thick…” said Mrs. Foster with a knowing grin.

This time Roxy did blush, for all his canlı bahis şirketleri lack of practical experience, David seemed to have a natural ability in the bedroom. In their short time together, he had given her some truly epic orgasms that more than once had left her legs shaking.

“Why don’t you go back to watching soap operas and leave me in peace?”

“Fine, Dear,” said Mrs. Foster with a laugh.

Roxy finished getting herself ready and went to her bedroom to change into her clothes for their outing.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this trip. Two days of camping with a bunch of teenagers,” said Roxy returning to the living room where she stuffed her wallet into the backpack that sat on the floor.

“They’re his friends,” pointed out Mrs. Foster.

“They hate me. I’ve heard them call me ‘Grandma’ behind my back when they think I’m not listening.”

“Heather was the only one that called you a grandma. The others like you just fine.”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. You know she’s coming this weekend? Me and his ex-girlfriend on a camping trip! What could go wrong?”

“She is still his friend. They’ve known each other for years.”

“Little bitch wants him back too. She tries to pretend she’s accepted things, but I’ve seen the way she looks at him,” said Roxy hotly, crossing her arms.

“Are you seriously threatened by the wiles of a teenage girl?”

“What? No…Of course, not…I…I’m just saying it’s…it’s…rude!” replied Roxy flailing for the right word to describe her complicated feelings toward her boyfriends ex-flame.

“I wouldn’t worry. I’ve seen the way David looks at you. There is nothing Heather could ever do that would change that look in his eyes.”

Roxy nearly started blushing again, and she was glad when a knock at the door interrupted this conversation before it got worse.

Mrs. Foster was closer, and she opened the door to reveal David standing on the other side his usual care-free smile plastered prominently across his face.

“David! Come on in. We were just talking about you.”

“All good things I hope?”

“Of course!”

David stepped through the door, and instantly Roxy felt like a school girl all over again basking in the attention of her biggest crush. It was a disconcerting feeling for a grown woman, and one she had never gotten used too.

“Ready to go?” he asked his dark eyes falling on her and making her wish they were alone. She wouldn’t have minded leaving a bit late and dragging him to the bedroom first.

“I left Emily’s pediatricians number on the fridge. Don’t hesitate to call if there is any trouble, but I don’t know if we’ll have cell phone service.”

Mrs. Foster smiled indulgently, “I raised three kids of my own. I think I can handle yours for the weekend. You two go and have a good time.”

David picked up Roxy’s pack for her slinging it over one shoulder.

“Off we go! The great wilderness awaits.”

Roxy sighed and with a look of resignation followed him out the door.

An hour later, they were well outside the city. The freeway in front of them climbed steadily upward into the vast pine forest of the Sequoia National Park. The temperature had dropped as they ascended, leaving the scorching heat of the low desert behind.

“You’re awfully quiet,” observed David glancing over.

Roxy had been trying to read a magazine but had tossed it aside a few miles back and now sat staring out the window at the trees as they whizzed by in blurry flashes of green and brown.

“Summers is coming to an end,” she replied not directly addressing his statement.

“Yep…that’s why we are on this trip. My friends and I always do something to commemorate the end of another summer, and this year it was suggested that camping would be a cool idea. It’s an even bigger deal since quite a few of them will be going away to school soon.”

“Who suggested it?”

“Heather, actually,” admitted David unhappily. He knew that the two of them weren’t exactly each other’s biggest fans.

“Heather…” mumbled Roxy.

“Look. I know the two of you don’t particularly like being around each other.”

“She calls me ‘Grandma’.”

“She called you that once and it was just a joke,” said David, trying not to laugh.

“Joke my ass! I’ve heard her say it when she thinks I’m not listening,” said Roxy indignantly.

“In two weeks, Heather will be going away to school, and you won’t have to see her again. Why don’t we try to get through this weekend and have a good time? Please?”

Roxy’s expression softened at the sad look in David’s eyes, “God! I hate that you can do that…”

“Do what?”

“You get that damn sad puppy look in your eyes, and I freaking can’t argue with you.”

This time David did laugh, taking one hand off the wheel and resting it on her thigh.

“I promise I will make it up to you if you don’t enjoy yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can tolerate your Ex for one weekend,” she said, smiling at last and taking his hand canlı kaçak iddaa in hers.

David switched on the radio and the sounds of the opening track to Bob Seger’s album “Night Moves” flowed through the car.

“When did you get this?” asked Roxy happily. She had admitted on their second date that she was a huge Seger fan, and David who had only minimal exposure to the Detroit legend had worked to remedy that by downloading as much of his music as he could cram onto his MP3 player.

“I burned a couple of CDs just for this trip. Isn’t this one of your favorite albums?”

“It is. I’m impressed you remembered.”

“I remember everything you tell me.”

In another man, it might have sounded like a boast, but she knew with David it was simply true.

“I never asked you where your interest in Bob Seger came from?”

“My dad. I’m not from here originally. I was raised in a little town in central Michigan called Saline. It’s just outside of Ann Arbor. My dad was from Detroit, and he grew up listening to Seger’s music, so I guess it rubbed off on me.”

“I didn’t realize you were a northern girl.”

“I don’t remember living there very well. We moved west when I was Emily’s age. I recall that it was cold in the winter.”

“Cold up north in the winter. Good to know.”

“Smartass…”

They began to sing along together, and though neither of them had a voice that could be called pleasant, they managed to harmonize in a way that wasn’t bad at all. The first album finished, and they almost made it through the first half of “Stranger in this Town,” appropriately enough singing “Till it Shines,” as the turn off for the park came into sight.

David cut off the radio and rolled down his window as they approached a pay booth. He purchased a two-day pass and pulled through following the road around while looking at the numbers of the various campsites that were posted on signs. It turned out he didn’t need to though because he recognized his friends camp in the distance and drove right up to them parking in the last available spot.

“Hey! David and Foxy Roxy!” laughed Chris as he came up to the pair slapping his old buddy on the back.

David winced at the nickname Chris had bestowed on his girlfriend, but Roxy had learned to take Chris’s sense of humor in stride by this point.

“Did everyone make it out o.k.?”

“Yeah, everyone’s here, but wait until you see Heather.”

As if Chris’s words had powers of conjuration, Heather suddenly came bounding out of a tent right nearby running up to where the three of them stood.

“Wow…Heather…What did you do to your hair?” asked David almost not recognizing his old girlfriend. All the time he had known her, she had sported the same medium length, curly blond hair, but it was gone now. In its place, she had cut her hair short and dyed it a dark brunette. It worked quite well for her making her light blue eyes stand out even more and adding contrast to her fair skin. Heather had also changed her makeup going for a more dramatic look instead of the girl next door cuteness that had been her trademark.

“Do you like it? I was nervous about the change, but my stylist convinced me to give it a go!”

“You look gorgeous! I mean it’s very flattering…” replied David, curbing his enthusiasm when he saw the frown on Roxy’s face.

“Thanks! I have some even more exciting news.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.I’m not going away to school this fall after all. I decided to wait a year and get my prerequisites out of the way at city college first. It will be cheaper in the long run. So you and I will be in school together again! Isn’t that awesome?”

“Uh…Yeah…That is awesome,” said David, with far less enthusiasm.

“Hey, Heather! Are you going to help me set up this tent or what?” called Stacie from the next campsite over.

“Oops! Have to go! I’m glad you guys made it out! This is going to be such a fun weekend.”

David watched his ex-girlfriend walking away before turning back to Roxy whose expression had clouded over considerably in the last two minutes.

“Well…How about that, Huh?”

“Yeah, this weekend is going to be a real hoot,” said Roxy before she pivoted on her heel and went to start unloading their gear.

Chris put his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “If I were you, Pal. I think I would go ahead and drown myself in Sequoia River.”

“It’s not the worst idea,” admitted David as he shrugged off Chris’s arm and went to help Roxy.

FIRESIDE CHAT –

The group had bought out four spaces with Stacie and Heather camped in one, Pete and Chris in the next one over followed by George and Roger, and Roxy and David at the end. In the middle, there was a fire ring, and George had brought plenty of firewood to put together a campfire that would have done any Boy Scout troop in America proud. They gathered around the blaze after dinner to roast marshmallows.

“Doesn’t this remind you guys of Camp McCloud?” asked Pete as he stuffed a marshmallow in his mouth.

“It canlı kaçak bahis sure does, but the marshmallows are better when you don’t have to share with a bunch of other kids,” remarked George as he downed one himself.

“I hardly remember that camp now,” said Heather.

“I call bullshit! I know you remember it because you spent half the summer in the bushes with David!” teased Roger, his voice trailing off when he remembered that Roxy was sitting next to him.

“Sorry…” he mumbled sheepishly.

“It’s o.k., Roger. It’s nice to reminisce,” said Roxy.

“Did you ever go to summer camp, Roxy?” asked Stacie, trying to defuse the tension.

“Sure, back in the day, I spent a couple of summers at Camp Warner.”

“Camp Warner? I think I heard they shut that camp down about four years ago,” said Heather.

“Well…I can barely recall it anyway. You know at my age the first thing that goes is your memory,” joked Roxy, but there was a definite edge to her voice.

“Hey, Heather, I thought Alex was coming this weekend?” commented George.

“We broke up. I guess he decided he wanted to spend his weekend somewhere else.”

Heather seemed to have her eyes on David when she said this, and he coughed uncomfortably.

“Hey Stacie, are you going to give us a glimpse into our futures?”

The question from Chris brought a smile to her face, and she nodded in the affirmative, “I can do it over at the picnic table if anyone is interested.”

Roxy gave David a questioning look, and he leaned closer.

“Stacie is kind of into Tarot reading. Occasionally, we let her get out her cards and tell our fortunes. It’s all in good fun.”

Roxy rolled her eyes but did not comment.

Chris brought over a lantern, and while Roger and George continued shot-gunning marshmallows, the rest of the group gathered around Stacie as she laid out her Tarot cards on a silk cloth.

“Cut the cards,” she said to Chris.

He did as she asked and then she took them back dealing out several in front of her.

“Chris gets ‘The Fool’ that’s appropriate,” laughed Pete.

“The cards don’t have a literal meaning, Pete. They are subject to interpretation,” advised Stacie.

“So what’s in store for me, Stacie. Am I going on to riches and fame?”

“Hmmm…Well, I can see that possibility, lots of pentacle cards here that would indicate something to do with wealth in business, or creativity if you’re an artist.”

“I doubt it’s art. Chris can’t even draw a decent stick figure,” said David getting a laugh from the assembled friends.

“But!” said Stacie, holding up a finger dramatically to get everyone’s attention, “The Fool is reversed, so that may mean you will have to take a great risk or a reckless chance to achieve your goals.”

“That would be appropriate then, Chris always leaps in with both feet, and no regard for what he’s about to land in.”

“When have I ever behaved recklessly?” said Chris trying to sound innocent.

“Mindy Webster!” said everyone at once while Roxy raised an eyebrow.

“How was I supposed to know her parents would come home early?”

“You could have at least gotten your pants on before you jumped out her window,” said Pete.

“There was no time, and her Dad is huge. I had to move like the wind.”

“Yeah, and how far did you get before the cops picked you up running naked down Bird Street?”

“Two blocks, I think…It wasn’t my finest hour,” admitted Chris.

Another round of laughter followed while Stacie set her sights on Roxy.

“How about it, Roxy? Want to know what the fates have in store for you?”

“Sure…Why not…” said Roxy deciding to play along.

“Cut the cards.”

Roxy split the deck following Stacie’s fast shuffle watching the table as the cards that Stacie drew landed one after another.

“The Empress…Hmmm…” mumbled Stacie in thought.

“The fates got that one right,” said Chris elbowing David in the side.

“Well, one way to look at these wands in conjunction with the ‘The Empress’ would be nurturing the seeds of life, something to do with fertility maybe…”

“I hope you’re using protection,” whispered Pete into David’s ear.

“It could also refer to nurturing a relationship and letting it grow by making sure to focus your primal energy.”

“I like the sound of that,” joked David rubbing Roxy’s shoulders from behind. The move drew a look of disapproval from Heather.

“This card here and reversed would indicate the danger of mistrust, that you have to believe in the relationship completely for it to work.”

Roxy stirred uncomfortably in her seat. Whether all this stuff was malarkey or not, Stacie was hitting too close to home.

“Does it say anything about me winning the lottery?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“It doesn’t matter. I already did anyway,” replied Roxy reaching up to squeeze David’s hand.

“Ahhhhhh…” said Pete and Chris in stereo wringing another laugh from the table.

“Do me, Stacie,” said Heather, taking a seat while keeping one eye on Roxy.

Stacie shuffled, and once again the cards were cut and dealt out onto the table.

“It looks like you’re going to meet someone in the near future, someone who will have a great impact on your life.”

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I awoke on John’s couch, the sunlight streaming in through the window. I looked at my phone: 9am. I groaned, partially due to the realization that I had only slept for 4 hours, and partially due to my raging hangover. As my head throbbed, I slowly began to remember the previous night. We had gone to a house party, I had drank 15 beers, and grinded with a bunch of girls from my high school, then slept over at John’s because it was closer than my house.

“Lindsay doesn’t need to know about that,” I thought.

I sat up, sliding my muscular frame out from beneath the thin sheet covering me, and turned on the television to the cartoon network. I figured I might as well entertain myself, since John probably wouldn’t be up until at least 2pm. I half-focused on the images on screen for about 45 minutes until I heard someone padding softly down the stairs. I turned my body and fixed my eyes on the soft, pale thighs and perky ass of my friend’s older sister, Beth. I had a crush on her for almost 5 years now and for good reason. She had a killer body, with cute b cup tits, smooth skin, a petite 5’4″ frame and soft, long brown hair which she was wearing in pigtails. I had been ogling her for years now, taking every opportunity to check out her perky tits when she leaned over and fantasizing about her gorgeous ass when I jerked off. It didn’t help that she was 2 years older than I was in her 2nd year of uni, and was definitely sexually active (I remember hearing her moaning while she fucked one of her many boyfriends when I slept there a couple years back). She also seemed to love the attention, and flirted shamelessly with me and my friends. I hadn’t seen her in almost a year; she must’ve just come home after exams. A smile spread across her face when she saw me:

“Rough night, cutie?” she asked with a smirk.

She was wearing nothing but a thin, white nirvana t and some forest green halfback cotton panties. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could see her nipples poking through her shirt. I nodded sheepishly, trying not to stare at her excited nipples too obviously. Her eyes trailed down to my chest-

“have you been working out? You look like a man now,” she teased.

“Ahh, nothing out of the ordinary,” I lied.

“Scooch over, I love the cartoon network,” she said.

I slid my body back into the couch and she draped herself in front of me, pulling the sheet over herself while cuddling into my chest.

“Keep me warm, I’m freezing,” she chirped.

“I can tell,” I replied, casting a cheeky glance at her nipples.

She blushed slightly, but said nothing, and turned her attention to the T.V. We watched cartoons for about half an hour, while catching up with each other. As she got more comfortable, she began to press her butt lightly against my crotch. My 18 year old body was pretty easily excited, and before long I felt my cock begin to harden. She seemed to notice the extra pressure and began subtly grinding her soft ass cheeks into my cock. It rose to its full length, and soon the engorged, swollen head was poking out the top of my boxer-briefs, pressed between the cleft of her ass. I moved my hand to her soft stomach, just below her orange-sized tits. This did not deter her, and she continued to rub her gorgeous ass against my member. Just thinking about her pale, perky butt filling out her green panties made me groan.

“Stop teasing me, I have a girlfriend, remember?” I complained, although without much conviction.

“Teasing you?? You’re the one with your arm down there so you can feel my ass, perv.”

“I don’t have my arm under the covers!” I replied.

“Liar!” she said, as she ripped the sheets off and turned around.

Her eyes widened as she took in my big, swollen cock, protruding triumphantly out the top of my underwear.

“Holy shit Mark! That thing is HUGE!” I didn’t have a great sense of how my dick measured up: my girlfriend was the only one who had seen it, and I took her virginity so she didn’t have a frame of reference either. I did know that it was pretty decently sized though, since she was never able to take the whole length. My sex life had been pretty boring up until that point: we usually did it missionary, and I only rarely got BJs. One time I tried to push a finger into her ass but she squealed and swatted my hand away. illegal bahis Lindsay was a stereotypical ‘good girl:’ she got good marks, did charity in her free time, and didn’t party too much. She was decent looking, with nice c cup tits and a good figure, but her face was pretty plain. I often fantasized about taking control in the bedroom, but she always complained if I did anything out of the ordinary. She liked to get fucked gently, with me on top, and only about once every week or two.

Thoughts of what she would think raced through my head as Beth continued to stare openly at my cock. “Have you ever measured it?” she asked. “No,” I replied sheepishly. “Can I, pleeeease? I need to know, for curiosity’s sake.”

She leaned toward it, pouting and focusing her big puppy dog eyes up at me.

“Well I guess I could let you do that…” I mumbled.

“Great! You’re the best Marky! Come up to my room though, John hates it when I flirt with his friends.”

Wordlessly, I rose up and followed her upstairs, watching her perky ass the entire way up. I had been lusting after her for years, and this seemed like a great opportunity. By the time I entered her room, she had already found a ruler.

“Drop those underwear, big boy,” she giggled.

I complied, and my thick, pink, veiny cock swung up to meet her. She was blushing heavily and her nipples were poking through her shirt even more now. She made a big show of bending at the waist to look at it, and slid the ruler against my pubic bone.

“9 inches! That’s 2 inches more than anyone I’ve fucked! How long have you had this thing??”

“It’s been this big for about 2 years,” I replied.

By this point I was so excited that precum was beginning to drip out of my urethra and was slowly dribbling down my shaft. “Poor boy, looks like you need some help,” she moaned as she dropped to her knees.

She tentatively wrapped her small hand around my shaft and carefully began stroking it. I was lost to the sensation and leaned my head back, moaning with my eyes closed. Soon, however, I felt a new sensation. I looked down and saw Beth engulfing my fat cock in her cute little mouth. Her lips felt so soft and wet around my head and she was gently humming while looking up at me with her big brown eyes. She slid lower and lower down my shaft, seductively swirling her soft pink tongue around my head. Lindsay had never taken more than a third of it in her mouth, but she was so far down that her button nose was touching my pubes, and I could see her throat was stretched by my girth. The sight of her down on her knees, looking up at me with an expression of pure lust triggered something in me, and I felt dominant and in control. I started pumping my hips and fucking her mouth, holding her head back by her pigtails. I roughly squeezed her left breast and continued pumping while she gagged and dripped spit all over her shirt. She looked dazed and I noticed a dark, wet spot in her panties by her pussy. She pulled off me for a second to say

“keep fucking my mouth, baby, I want you to cum on me!” then continued feverishly sucking my rod.

After about 30 seconds of this I felt my orgasm approaching. I shot 2 big loads in her mouth, then pulled her head back by her hair and jerked my cock as I shot 4 big ropes of cum all over her pretty face and t shirt. She looked deliciously slutty,absolutely covered by thick streams of my jizz. She smirked and used her finger to push more of my cum into her mouth, moaning, while her other hand began rubbing her wet little pussy in a slow circular motion. She laid back on her single bed, gasping and covered in sperm, then pulled off her shirt and wiped off her messy face with it. She was naked except for her soaked panties, and I could see her petite boobs heaving up and down. I laid down beside her and kissed her deeply, ignoring the pungent taste of my cum. She moaned as I sucked on her neck, and whispered in my ear:

“I think I want some more of your cock sometime.” I had started rubbing her soaked pussy through her panties and she was clearly loving it. I told her that my house was empty than night if she felt like coming over, and she entered her number in my phone. Just then I heard John getting in the shower. I quickly pulled my underwear on and gave Beth one last passionate kiss before heading downstairs to gather illegal bahis siteleri the rest of my clothes.

That day, all of I could think of was Beth’s body, and how much I wanted to fuck her tight little pussy. I was so aroused that I spent the entire day in athletic shorts so that my boner could stand up free. I didn’t masturbate though, because I wanted to save up a big load for her. That entire day, my girlfriend never crossed my mind: my brain was filled with thoughts of Beth’s round ass, and her sultry gaze as I covered her face in cum. Around 8pm, I got a text from her:

“you still want to do this?” I texted her back immediately and told her I was down. About 15 minutes later she showed up at my house, looking as sexy as ever. She was wearing a tight, shot black dress that showed off her slim figure and seductive red lipstick; I still had a raging boner, so I stayed in my shorts and a loose t shirt. I let her inside, and without a word she embraced me, pulling me down by my neck to kiss her. We made out passionately in my living room, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. I roughly began kissing her neck, leaving little welts, while my hand slid down to her ass. I lifted up her dress and grabbed a check and noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties. Encouraged by her moaning, I slid my hand even further back and started rubbing her pussy in a circular motion like I had seen her do earlier that day. She was absolutely soaked, and I easily slid two fingers into her eager cunt, thrusting them back and forth.

“Ungnngh” she groaned, leaning back onto my thick fingers. “You bad little slut, you didn’t wear panties so I could finger fuck you in that dress, didn’t you?” I breathed into her ear.

She whimpered in agreement as I continued fingering her sopping wet hole. After a few minutes of this I could tell she wanted more, so I picked her slim body up and carried her upstairs. I peeled off her dress and threw her naked body on my bed then stripped off my own clothes, baring my impressive cock. I laid down next to her and she quickly straddled me and shifted her pelvis up my chest. I could feel her slippery lips dragging across my torso as they neared my mouth. The idea of her sitting on my face got me insanely horny and I pulled her shaved cunt up to my lips. I dove in greedily and started digging my tongue into her hole while she squealed in delight.

I gave her clit some attention, swirling my tongue around and sucking on it messily while she grinded her pelvis on my face. My beard was soaked in her juices as I slurped and lapped at her vag while she threw her head back in ecstasy. I could feel her start to quiver and I knew she was close, so I wetted my finger in her abundant natural lube and then started easing it into her ass. This send her over the edge as she shook uncontrollably and pressed her wet, juicy pussy as hard as she could onto my mouth. Gasping, she fell to the side and closed her eyes for about thirty seconds. She broke the silence:

“holy shit you know how to eat pussy. Your girlfriend is extremely lucky.”

“She rarely lets me,” I said. “She thinks that then she’ll have to suck my cock more often, and she hates doing that.”

“What a prude,” Beth interjected. “A guy like you should be shared around, making loads of girls cum, not just her!”

As she said that, she straddled me again, this time much lower. Beth reached around and lined up my cock with her dripping lips, and slowly began to lean back onto it.

“Play nice,” she said, “I don’t want to get hurt by that weapon of yours.”

I let her ease onto my cock slowly and get used to its length. The sensation of her hot, slippery insides was incredible. She took me almost to the base and then started grinding her hips around in circles, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone while I toyed with her beautiful tits. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, keeping my other hand on her soft ass. This allowed me to push the entire length of my cock into Beth, an experience I never got with my girlfriend. Then, I leaned back, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting up, sliding my swollen cock in and out of her with increasing speed. I heard her moan and she matched my rhythm, my massive dick pushing obscenely through her flat tummy. Soon she was wantonly riding my cock, canlı bahis siteleri bouncing up and down like a pro, while her eyes glazed over.

Suddenly, I snapped my head around as a I heard the door creak, and saw my girlfriend standing in the doorway with a shell-shocked expression. Her eyes welled up with tears as she stood there wordlessly. I gazed at her for a second while continuing to fuck Beth while holding her by the ass.

“Shit! I forgot that she was supposed to drop by after she got off work,” I thought, but Beth’s pussy felt too good to stop fucking her.

“Oh well, the damage is done, I might as well keep going.”

I grunted and increased my pace, not even looking at Lindsay anymore. Beth started shaking and screaming:

“Mmmmmmghuaa!” as she slid up and down on my cock even faster.

“Fuck my pussy, fuck me like a little slut!” she yelled, as I tried to match her pace.

I felt her insides spasm and she slumped forward onto my chest. I laid back, and when I looked up, Lindsay was gone. We cuddled for a while after, and I let my hands roam around her gorgeous body. I told her about seeing Lindsay, and she laughed.

“You know, if she breaks up with you it’s her loss. She’s never going to find anyone her age that can fuck like that. If I were you, I’d tell her that she either needs to accept that you’re gonna fuck anyone you want, or she can find some teenager with a little cock and see if that satisfies her.”

This filled me with confidence.

“You’re right. I’m a stud, and I should be able to fuck anyone I want. I’m not going to apologize, and if she breaks up with me, so be it.”

I still hadn’t come, yet, so I grabbed her by the waist and turned her onto her stomach. “Head down, ass up!” I commanded.

She complied, dropping her head submissively while arching her back to display her shaved pussy. I smacked her ass and roughly shoved my cock into her, causing her to squeal in delight. I grabbed her by the hips and pumped her full force, stretching her wet lips out each time I pulled back. I fucked her relentlessly, grunting and groaning like an animal, with nothing filling my head but pure testosterone and lust. I felt her jump as by head brushed her cervix, but I kept on fucking her anyway,consumed with my own pleasure.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re so thick,” she cooed. “Tell me how much you like my cock,” I demanded.

“Sooooo much baby, don’t fucking stop.”

I continued slamming my rod into her, while taking one of her tits in my hand. I felt her start to tense up, but I grabbed one of her pigtails and said

“you don’t get to cum until I say so, slut.”

“Yes baby, tell me when I can come, I’m so close.”

“How does it feel to have your baby brother’s friend’s big dick in you?” I asked.

“Mmmm soo dirty honey, I love your 18 year old cock.”

After about 5 minutes, I relented:

“OK, cum on my cock baby girl.”

She immediately started twitching and moaning. She slumped her shoulders down on the bed and moaned into the covers while I plowed into her from behind.I was ready to burst, and she could sense it too:

“can I taste your cum again, baby?” she pleaded. I reluctantly pulled out of her warm depths as she moved back to sit on her haunches. She took me in her mouth and began noisily slurping on my cock, eager for my load. I groaned as I shot rope after rope of hot cum. It soon filled her mouth and began dribbling down her cheek, so I pulled out my cock and stoked it furiously, shooting a few more strings onto her perky titties. Just like before, she shovelled my cum into her mouth greedily like it was ice cream.

It made me so proud to see how eager she was to eat my cum, and how sexy she looked with my cum all over her face, in her hair, and dripping in between her small breasts. Seeing her face coated in my creamy cum, I knew she was my slut.

I laid in bed next to her that night, reflecting on how wild my day had been. I thought of Lindsay, and decided to take Beth’s advice. Something had changed in me that day: I had sexually dominated a slutty college girl who happened to be my best friend’s sister, and I just couldn’t go back to boring old missionary sex. There was a long list of girls at my school that I wanted to fuck before the end of the year, and I wouldn’t let a high school relationship get in the way. I decided that if Lindsay wanted to fuck me again, she’d have to accept that I could fuck any girl I wanted, and that I was going to treat her like my little slut. I slowly drifted to sleep, imagining the possibilities.

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The popping noise from the bubble gum was the only sound that seemed to bring any life to Ruby’s boring existence. She had spent most of the day vegging out on the love seat at her parents’ house. Her mom and dad had taken off for the day; both had wanted to go Sunday driving — which meant back country roads at thirty-five miles an hour. Ruby had no interest in being the kid in the backseat, with her head pressed against the window, praying for a swift death.

Instead she opted to stay home and catch up on some reading. Two and a half paperbacks later, she now lay half on — half off the small sofa. Her t-shirt had ridden up, exposing her pierced belly button. Being home alone meant she didn’t have to wear a bra, so her breasts spread naturally, tightening the cotton across her nipples. They hardened instinctively.

Ruby blew another bubble. The elastic pink confection spread wider and wider, eventually popping. She sucked in the thin membrane, chewed it and proceeded to blow another one. Slowly she sank further down the couch. Her hair lifted and spread up and out behind her. Red strands stuck up in various directions. She pushed her fingers into her hair, and dropped her third book. It landed on the floor with a thud.

Her blue eyes gazed down at her nipples, past the swollen pink bubble of gum protruding from her lips. She stared at her stomach, the smooth skin, marred only by a small mole. The hand that had been holding the book, trailed over her abdomen and toyed with the tiny green belly-button hoop that she’d chosen for the day. She flicked it, pulled it, watched her skin lift and grow taut.

The line of sight continued further south and she took in the hem of her skirt. Her position on the couch, left her mini-skirt low on her hips. The slope of her hips sliding under the material was easy to see. She ran one finger down the crook, and shivered against the intimate friction. Ruby chewed on her gum; her lips rose in a smirk, as she teased her skin. Goose bumps rose and brought another chill that trailed up her spine.

As she dipped her fingers between the skirt and her hips, she glanced down at her thighs. They were pressed together, güvenilir bahis her knees met and her calves had a small amount of space between them. Her favorite boots, a pair of leather calves with zipper sides and two inch heels hugged her slim legs. She lifted one, then the other. Her skin was pale; a few freckles dotted her knees and thighs. The curse of having fair skin and red hair. Ruby let her leg drop and fall open.

She still had one hand in her skirt and the other in her hair. Her gum was still popping, but her thoughts were taking a more decadent turn. Ruby angled her head slightly to the left, abandoned her hair and lifted her t-shirt. The tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. She tasted her cherry lip gloss. One finger slipped in between her lips. She sucked on it, brought it out and ran the warm moisture over her left nipple. It tightened; she smirked.

Her lower lip was tugged gently by her front teeth. She bit down; the pain was enough to make her groin muscles flex. A soft purr of pleasure caressed the air. The hardened tip of her nipple taunted her. With her thumb and middle finger she began to roll the swollen pearl. Sensations resembling tiny pricks of electricity danced through her breast. Another moan of pleasure and another gentle roll of her stomach muscles made her twist the button harder.

Ruby’s breath caught in her throat as she abused the hungry bead. Her other hand dipped further into her skirt; her nails caught on the material of her panty. The three center fingers pressed against her mound. The pressure was light and gentle. Slowly she increased the tempo and the compression of skin on cotton. A low grunt, followed by the gentle smacking sound of her gum went ignored by the dust bunnies under the couch.

The bubble gum rolled in her mouth; she pushed it to the side, tucking it between her cheeks, teeth and gums. The watermelon flavor soaked her mouth, she swallowed and drew a circle around her nipple, before abandoning it to tease its twin. Ruby knew the sensations she wanted and needed. She wasted no time in twisting her aureola and her nipple in one hard turn. Her hips rose off the couch and her fingers türkçe bahis pressed hard into her thong.

Ruby’s pussy flexed and pulsated. She wiggled on the couch, spread her legs further and pushed the panty covering to the side. It hung up on her swollen lips. “Damn it,” she muttered. With her legs spread, her other hand slid up and under her skirt. She pulled the material as hard as she could, until when it was released it remained settled in the crevice of hip and thigh. A long drawn out sigh of satisfaction accompanied her voiced “there we go.”

With one hand up her skirt, the other down it, Ruby opened her pussy up for a deeper and more in-depth exploration. Her pointer finger and thumb paired up to roll, pull and twist her clit. As she played there, her other hand matched up two fingers and were shoving themselves into her tight channel. She pushed and dragged her fingers around her fleshy wall. The sides brushed the ridged opening; her nails scrapped the sensitive flesh.

The two hands worked as one cock and one tongue. Two digits became three; juices coated her palm. They were pushed up to her clit, where it was worked in and over the hard nub. Ruby fucked herself. Her back rose off the couch as she angled her body so she could drive deeper inside. A hiss and a gasp for air made her stall her actions. She felt the telling signs of a climax, yet knew she could do more.

Her breasts lay bare. Dark eyes, laden with lust bore into the aching tips. A look of curiosity crossed her angelic features. She blinked, bit down on her lower lip and sucked on her bubble gum. The hand that played with her clit was moved to cup her right breast. Ruby gripped the freckled globe and pushed it as high as she could. Her long neck bent as she lowered her mouth to her nipple. The strain on her muscles begged her to stop, but the pink pearl was just a lick away.

The tip of her tongue hit the top of the button. Ruby grinned as her pussy contracted around her fingers. She pushed the digits in as far as she could, twisted them back and forth and forced her neck muscles to absorb the assault she demanded from it. More space disappeared; her tongue lapped at the protruding güvenilir bahis siteleri button. Both sets of her lips seemed to smile in their own special way. Her sex shuttered and her cherry lip gloss glistened as she opened wide and drew in her tit.

Ruby suckled herself. The tip of her tongue rolled around the ridges and flicked over the spongy tip. She pushed it in and felt it pop out. Her flesh was soft and tasted clean and yummy. The swollen lips between her legs were sloppy; the sucking sound of her hand driving in and out of her, added to the sound of her moaning over her tit. Her head ache and her lungs burn.

A shot of seed squirted from her pussy. Her boob fell out and plopped perversely down to sway against the other. Ruby’s voice bounced off the walls, down the hall and was absorbed through the ceiling. She bucked and rode the wave of release. Shots of come splashed against her palm. Beams of light erupted behind her clenched lids. Her nipples grew tighter and her cunt clamped down on her fingers with a strength Ruby hadn’t known she possessed.

When she trusted herself to breathe normally, Ruby eased her fingers from her sex. Juices that had been blocked by the dam of her hand washed over her thighs, skirt, couch and floor. She blushed as she felt the liquid heat run free. Her hand was wet and sticky. Streams of juice trailed down her wrist and her forearm as she lifted the slim appendage and stared at it.

Ruby sat up, licked the longest tear drop of come, followed its path and then licked her way down the second. In time Ruby was clean. Her arm, wrist and fingers were bare of come. She sighed, leaned back on the couch, shifted her weight so she wasn’t laying on the wet fabric, and picked up her book. The gum slid back onto her tongue, its resting place was extremely sweet. She pressed her tongue along the rim of her cheek, teeth and gums. The watermelon flavor mixed with her pussy juices.

With hours to go before her mom and dad got home Ruby opened her book. A pink membrane of gum was soon pulled and stretched with the tip of her tongue. She blew air into the small bubble and began popping and blowing the bubbly treat once more. Every so often she would lick her lips and taste her lip gloss; soon after that she’d dip her finger into her pussy, drag a dollop of juice from her sex and suck on it.

Cherry, watermelon and come – a new and interesting flavor.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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“Harder, human!”

Drogoz snarled, standing up to his full, towering height, though he was not the sort of beast that needed to act in any manner of intimidating fashion, to say the least of it. The day was young, dawn touching the land, and his trainee, a human by the name of Kyrrai with a spill of dark hair was still yawning for his sleeping sack. Not that he spent all that much time in his own sleeping sack, after all – not when there was so much use to be made of his body by the wyrin that had taken him and claimed him as part of his hoard.

Kyrrai, however, did not have the stamina yet that Drogoz wanted him to, though he had improved in leaps and bounds from the state he had been in when the wyrin had first brought him into his service. He was no longer sure if he could ever again leave but, frankly, that was not something that he was going to worry about in the slightest. He didn’t want to go anywhere.

The blade was knocked from his hand, his grip too weak to hold fast to it.

“So weak… You’ve improved somewhat… Somewhat.”

That was probably all the praise that Kyrrai was going to get from Drogoz, the wyrin standing tall over him while he dropped to his knees. But it did not matter that he was weak as Drogoz mocked him, though his words may have had more of an effect on him if the wyrin’s hard cock was not rising through his loincloth already, devoid of his armour in the early hours. Although Kyrrai wore simple trousers that allowed a good dose of flexibility for practice, the bulge that his achingly hard shaft made was pathetically small in comparison. But it was not as if that mattered.

“You’ve a long way to go, boy, before you’ll be a successful paladin. Maybe never.” The loincloth dropped away. “You can make it up to your better by taking my cock… Maybe in that way you’ll be a better student.”

Kyrrai groaned, though it was a good kind of groan and not one that came with pain, no… No, nothing of that like. He was a good student, a submissive student, one that leaned into everything that he was given, gave his whole self to it. That applied whether he was under Drogoz taking his dick or acting as his student, though he had already learned so very much under his strictly demanding tutelage.

It was easy to slip out of his clothes, exposing his bare skin fully to the dew of the morning, the freshness of the light güvenilir bahis with a touch of autumn on the air. Yet he could do nothing about the wyrin as he leaned over him, bearing him back on the ground, hitching his legs up, the two of them naked from head to toe. The beast rippled with muscle that Kyrrai could not have said that he boasted, the cool of the morning damp seeping into his bones as he laid back, legs wrapped around Drogoz’ waist to the extent that his flexibility allowed. It was all he could do, all he could try, being a good submissive trainee for the dick that had haunted his dreams, both waking and sleeping, for so very long before he had ever actually found himself under the dragon. He’d wanted it, craved it – and only yearned for so very much more of it as he got his arse filled again and again.

It went without saying that the wyrin didn’t use lubrication with him at all as the head of his cock pressed up to Kyrrai’s anal pucker, teasing, tempting, bearing in. Inch after inch slowly slipped inside, the pressure of the wyrin’s body and his innate dominance more than enough to get what he needed, a growl rising from the back of his throat as his hips rolled, pushing on.

“You take me…grr…too easily…”

Maybe that was meant to say that Kyrrai was loose or something else entirely but it was not as if Kyrrai cared about that in the slightest. It was better than heaven or any afterlife of ecstasy that he could ever have imagined for himself, the feel of being penetrated so deeply, taking more than he could have ever thought. It was beyond all recognition and still exactly as it needed to be, pulse racing. He moaned, trying to claw at and cling to the wyrin, but the position with his backside hitched up over Drogoz’ thighs meant that he was pinned where he was, draped down like Drogoz’ personal fuck-toy.

Yet there was no better place for Kyrrai to be, his narrower chest rising and falling sharply in the need of breath, though it was not enough for him. He needed more, so much more, crying out for it, though that was, perhaps, just why Kyrrai had sought him out in the first place, though it was only he that could ever truly know that. The craving that he had for the wyrin’s cock was deeper than any need for liquor, even his passion for being a paladin – and it was such that only Drogoz could satisfy it, completely and truly.

Deeper and deeper… His backdoor entrance swallowed up every inch of that cock as if it was meant to be there, huffing and heaving, his shoulders braced against the ground. Kyrrai’s spine curved sensually as he took his master deeper, trying to relax as much as his body wanted to squeeze and clench around that hard length. The thickness of it surprised him each time it sank in, though the freshness of it sent a tremor türkçe bahis through him. Such a shiver could not and would not be suppressed as he groaned, Drogoz rumbling above him. Even in such a position, Drogoz appeared impossibly large and foreboding, the sort of creature that could fuck him and leave him broken (if satisfied), though he was lucky indeed that he was “stuck” with the wyrin until his training was complete or he was released from his hoard. Kyrrai, happily, did not have much confidence either way in either of those things happened.

“The only wise thing you’ve done is to offer your body to me on our deal…the first…unff…time…”

The words washed over Kyrrai, slow and deep, though he was hardly present in the moment in such a way that he could languish in them, barely recognising them for what they were. Drogoz snarled like the beast he was, eyes flaring with the greed of one who was hungry above all else, hunkering over him, shoulders rounding, the curve of his spine bringing him closer to Kyrrai, though not for any sense of closeness. He knelt rather than squatting but that did not mean that there was any less strength in his muscles as he was, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as if he was about to let out one of his trademark bellows, need pumping up, coursing through.

After all, a stud like Drogoz didn’t have to hold back. Oh no, he was in it to thrust and to grind, hammering in, stroke after stroke, pump after pump, taking all that he craved. He yearned for it but what he sought he took for himself, which was not something that Kyrrai could have felt able to do for himself. Maybe that was yet another thing that he would learn, in time, from Drogoz.

But there was still much for him to learn and cling onto, even though times were changing, shifting as easily as he took them for his own. Kyrrai’s moans deepened as the wyrin’s thrusts grew, pounding and hammering, thrusting as deep as he ever thought he could. Yet there always seemed to be a touch more of his length to ram in, something more to make his head spin, moan after moan rolling from his lips. The wyrin let out a roiling hiss as he grunted, muscles tensing, bulging with a raw sense of vigour that could not be gleaned from anyone else.

Drogoz was a stud who knew just how to take what he pleased, leaving Kyrrai to groan, trying to tighten the grip of his legs around the wyrin’s waist and hips to no avail. As much as he scrambled and scraped, his skin was no match for Drogoz’ might, hissing through his teeth as his eyes gleamed, close to his high. The drive of his cock could not be denied but the orgasm that he thrust from Kyrrai was spilt over the man’s stomach, even though it was something in itself that he was sure Drogoz would mock him for later. If only that mockery güvenilir bahis siteleri didn’t get him hard too in its own way.

Some things didn’t make sense, his seed cooling on his lower abdomen, a trickle of cum. Some things didn’t have to make sense.

Drogoz rasped and growled, though any words that he may have had to spare were lost in his lust. There was so much more yet for him to give and yet it was his pleasure that mattered the most, right there and then, rumbling out a growl that shuddered through Kyrrai right to the very core of his being.

Thrust.

That cock spread him out a little more, hip to arse.

Thrust.

The wyrin’s eyes locked onto him.

Thrust.

There was no going back.

Drogoz let out an enormously ear-splitting roar, scattering birds from the trees, as he pounded Kyrrai into the ground through his orgasm, hammering in with the due force that a stud of his calibre was due. There was no pleasure that he would not take as he used the human’s body for nothing more and nothing else than his pleasure, glutes tense, back arched, using every last fibre of strength and power in his being to claim Kyrrai as was his right. His hole was there to be used and Kyrrai cried out in a ragged howl as he was so brutally taken, even though it was all very much something that he had consented to. He wouldn’t have had anything different, truth be told, but there was still a strain to the stretch of his arse, how his body was forced to the limit of what it could take every time Drogoz thrust.

With those thrusts came spurt after spurt of cum, flowing deep, seeding him full. There was nowhere else for it to go and nowhere else better than it belonged, as much as Drogoz enjoyed spending it down Kyrrai’s throat too, hissing and grunting, the roar breaking to a feral chorus of delight that was unique completely and utterly to him.

Cum oozed from his strained pucker as Kyrrai whimpered, broken for breath, his chest shuddering in the lack of it. It was all as he wanted it to be, muscles sore and aching, despite knowing still that there was a full day of work and training left ahead of him. There was more to be done and he would have to keep on with it, despite the cum leaking from him throughout the day, his anal ring tightening up again as it always did. Though there was a part of Kyrrai too that wished it would remain gaping in more than the moments immediately after he had been filled, just to remind him of where he belonged for a little longer.

“Good… You’re learning, boy.”

Kyrrai trembled, resting back on his arms, striving to prop his torso up, though there was no need for it – not with the cock buried in his arse. He tried to smile and yet that failed too, once more denoting him to be no more than the weak yet priceless member of Drogoz’ hoard, something to be claimed but never quite treated as an equal.

Kyrrai groaned.

He could never be an equal with Drogoz’ cock up his arse.

And he never wanted it to be any different.

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Denise was an awesome sex partner; by far the most fun and adventurous I had before I met my wife. The relationship with Denise didn’t ultimately work long-term but in the short term she was one of the hottest girls I have ever been with. She was very open and into a lot of different stuff and always willing to try new things. That came into play one very memorable night.

Back in college I had enjoyed a few sexual experiences with men. Sex with a man is a whole different ballgame than sex with a woman. Even though I always enjoyed myself, eventually when it came time to pick a romantic partner I dated women exclusively. The mansex was fun but I was more interested in finding some companionship with a woman. Denise knew about my bisexual experiences and was very open and supportive. She had been with bi men in the past and enjoyed them very much as lovers. Knowing that I had experience with men in the past was a big turn-on for her and it gave her a lot of latitude to explore with me sexually.

It wasn’t long into our sex life when she and I talked about her getting a strap-on dildo so she could fuck me. She enjoyed taking control during sex and having a strap-on would give her the ultimate means of taking over. Often when a strap-on comes into a relationship it happens as a surprise from one partner to another. Denise and I planned the whole thing. Every time we would discuss it we would inevitably wind up in the bedroom in a pretty hot session of fucking!

Denise found just the right harness to fit over the silky curves of her hips and the right size dildo to satisfy both of us. The dildo was purple, about six inches long and comfortably large in diameter. It had a place in the base where a small vibrator could be inserted to give her clit some pleasure while she was wearing it. We were both very excited about the new turn our sex life was about to take.

When the dildo and harness arrived we couldn’t wait to use it the first time. We had already planned out the evening—she wanted to fuck me with it in the early evening and then go out to dinner afterward so she could display her “conquest” in public. She illegal bahis came over to my place around 5pm wearing a beige trench coat. As soon as she walked through the door she dropped the coat and she was standing there naked except for her extremely short leather skirt and the purple dildo in its harness. She smiled a sly, suggestive smile and asked, “So… what do you think?” All I could say was, “Damn, woman! That is fucking hot!” My reaction, including the growing bulge in my pants, gave her an even bigger smile.

I walked up to her and kissed her deeply while caressing her breast with my left hand. It felt so amazingly smooth and sensual. It only furthered my strong arousal. After the long, flirtacious kiss I led her down the hall to my bedroom. We dropped to our knees in front of the bed and started kissing passionately. Our hands roamed all over each others’ bodies. My hands quickly found the dildo. Touching it gave me a rush of old desires I hadn’t felt in a long time. I started thinking of some of the intense feelings I had experienced in my previous encounters with men. Only this time they were combined with the incredible sensual experience of kissing and caressing a voluptuous woman!

As our foreplay progressed we moved onto the bed where I laid her on her back and started sucking lightly on her right nipple. My left hand found its way down to her pussy which was just below the dildo harness. I snuck a finger up behind the harness to her clit and began massaging it gently. I didn’t want to overstimulate her too soon because she still had quite a job to do. She soon began moaning and squirming under me as I pleasured her nipple and clit simultaneously. It was quite obvious that she was enjoying herself.

Suddenly, almost as if flipping a switch, she pushed my head away from her delicious, soft breast and commanded me to suck her cock. I was somewhat taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor but I followed her dictate and dropped to my knees on the side of the bed. I hadn’t touched a real cock since college (except my own, of course) so I was a bit disoriented at first. A real cock has a man attached illegal bahis siteleri to it with feelings and feedback. A dildo is just a cold chunk of rubber that transmits little or no feeling to its wearer. I started timidly by licking the head of the dildo with my tongue. It was cold and tasted funny. However, I could see that my subservience gave her great pleasure so I continued. Sucking on a dildo isn’t nearly as good as sucking an actual warm, hard cock but I tried to put on the best show I could for her. She was really getting excited and started barking orders at me:

“Suck that cock; it’s nice and hard for you! You like sucking cock, don’t you? Yeah, that’s it! Suck it hard. Swirl your tongue around on it and make it feel real nice! Oooohh, yeah baby! That’s it! Suck it like you mean it! Yeah… and if you do a really good job of sucking my dick I’m going to fuck you like I know you want it!”

That was all it took to get me really into sucking on the dildo. I started fantasizing about the last time I was fucked by a man. That drove me crazy! After I got the dildo good and warm and wet Denise commanded me to stand up in front of her. She sat up on the bed and took my hard, throbbing cock in her mouth. She was an excellent cocksucker and took me as deep down her throat as she possibly could which heightened my arousal even more.

After a few quick sucks on my dick she told me to lay down on the end of the bed with my legs spread. I quickly did what she asked me to and before I knew it she had some lube on the end of the already slick dildo and she was working it over the length of the shaft with her hand, all the while giving me a seductive eye.

“I’m gonna fuck you now… I’m gonna fuck your ass like you want me to, you little slut! You loved sucking my cock so much that now I’m going to give it to you in your ass just the way those college boys used to. Ooooh… you’re gonna love this, aren’t you? Just wait until you feel the smooth, hard cock plunging into your ass. You’ll be squirming and begging for more!”

With that she walked up to me and guided the head of the dildo right at my ass. canlı bahis siteleri She took one slick finger and started pushing into my asshole which got me to focus on relaxing. My head started swimming with pleasure as my sphincter relaxed and welcomed her finger inside. It felt so amazingly good for her to stick her finger inside of me. I started riding a wave of pleasure that was indescribable.

She could tell that my ass was relaxing and getting ready for her dildo. She withdrew her finger and started pressing the head of the dildo into me. The head popped in with a little jolt. I was so horny that I was almost shaking. She pushed the rest of the dildo into me in one quick motion. There was a momentary twinge of discomfort but that soon subsided behind the incredible pleasure coming from my ass.

She started her fucking slowly by drawing almost all the way out of me. Very gradually she began picking up speed. Over the course of a couple minutes she worked her way up to a respectable fucking tempo and just settled in there. Her hands were on my knees pushing them back into my chest as far as she could. She was leaning her weight on me as much as she could while she was fucking me. The sight of this gorgeous, big-titted woman fucking my ass with a strap-on was absolutely the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life! I was so delirious with pleasure at that moment that I would have agreed to anything.

It didn’t take very long for me to orgasm. Her fucking was thorough and rigorous. The buzzing from the vibrator in the base of her dildo was hitting me with each thrust and hitting her clit sending her into a spiral of ecstasy. All at once the feeling of her fucking sent me over the edge. My ass and balls started to spasm uncontrollably as she continued pounding me. The cum shot out all over my chest and abdomen. To that point it was the hardest I had ever cum in my life! Denise could tell that I was done so she pulled her rubber cock out of me and laid down on the bed next to me.

We laid there for about ten minutes while I recovered from the intense orgasm. She slid off the harness and took the dildo into the bathroom to wash it. I laid there with my loose, slippery ass still relishing the amazing fuck I had just been given by her. When she returned she told me it was time to clean up for dinner. Little did I know that the evening was not over…

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We embrace each other in your bedroom and begin to deliberately undress. We strip each others clothes off layer by layer -kissing and fondling newly exposed bits of flesh all the while.

When we are both naked you push me back on your bed, straddling me in the process, and tell me it’s your night.

We kiss passionately. You begin to kiss your way down my body. You kiss my each of my nipples. You look up at me as you roll each nipple between your finger tips. When our eyes meet you pinch them both and tell me I’m to do as you say tonight.

I’m already hard from the thoughts of what is to come and as you lick the tip of my manhood I grow and swell for you even more! You firmly grasp my shaft. You again pause, look up at me, and wait for our eyes to meet. When they do you squeeze my cock and tell me I will submit to you this evening.

You slowly ease my cock into your mouth wrapping your lips around the shaft. You suck my cock into your mouth. Very quickly my entire cock is moist with your saliva. You suck each of my balls in your mouth one by one all the while you stroke me with your hand…

You return to the head of me slathering it with your tongue. As you do this you grab my hand and guide it to my cock. You tell me in a husky sexy voice to stroke it. I hurriedly comply. You return your attentions to my sack. I feel you licking the insides of my thighs ….. I feel you slowly working your tongue down …down….down.

I revel in the feeling of your hands lifting my legs over your shoulders and spreading my cheeks as your tongue seeks my rear entrance. I feel your tongue enter me. I feel you lick and suck and tongue me as you burrow your head into me. This causes my cock to weep it’s sweet nectar from pure carnal excitement and pleasure! All from you tonguing my ass!

You stop and raise up enough so you can see me eyes and as I feel a finger toying with my behind you tell me you will take me this night. You return your mouths attention to my rear. Quickly one finger turns to two as you lick and tongue my rear. You begin to work your fingers in and out of me. I feel yet another finger entering me, then another, canlı bahis şirketleri and then I’m sure your fisting me! You drive me wild with your tongue along the top rim of my anus as I feel you opening me wide. Your actions make my full of desire. My cock is a rigid pole from all this attention! I let it go and grab my legs behind my knees so that I can open myself even more for you.

You pause briefly to retrieve something from beside the bed. You tell me to relax, lay back, and allow you to do as you desire because this is your night. I soon feel you pressing something cool and soft yet firm against me. The wetness you’ve created allows the something to slide in easily at first. As what ever you’re penetrating me with gets wider and thicker I feel you push with more and more effort until I finally feel it pop inside me-filling me!

Just as I realize you’ve placed an anal plug in me you thump the plug with your finger sending tremors through my body.

You tell me to let go of my legs, and to lay flat on my back You work your way up my body and lower your sex to my lips. My first lick of you rewards me with a flood of wetness. You too are very aroused from all this play. You lower your body lower allowing me to tongue fuck your pussy as a lay beneath you. After just a few licks and probes of my tongue I feel your legs stiffen. I feel your thighs tense. I drive my face up into your pussy pushing you into your first climax of the night!

As you come down from your orgasm you remove your wonderful playground from my lips and again rummage for something beside the bed. You return with a double-edged dildo with one end being fairly normal and the other having a short bulbous head off set a bit. You straddle my stomach and kneel over me. You reach between my legs and apply firm pressure on the plug you put in me…pushing it against me; again thumping it. Again giving me erotic feelings of pleasure I’ve never had before. Again you tell me you are going to take me!

You return your attention to where I lay before you. You begin to put on a show for me sliding the bulbous head of your silicone toy up and down your canlı kaçak iddaa glistening lips. You caress your nether bits with it, and then slowly push it against your swollen wet poutty pussy lips. You push your hips forward taking it inside you. Once the bulbous end is inside you the odd look of the double-ended-dong shows the cleverness of its design. The bulbous end fills you wile the other traditional dong just out in front of you like a fake cock.

You knee walk forward — the end of you silicon cock bouncing in front of you- until the head of it is inches from my face. You tell me to kiss it, to lick it, to take it in my mouth, to suck it! Of course I do. I’m so caught up in the moment I will do anything!

You push my head back, pulling your dong from my mouth. You tell me to roll over. As I do you force me to my hands and knees. You tell me to prepare myself as you caress my rear cleavage with your fake dick. It seems your caught up in the moment as you try to push into me- forgetting you’ve already filled my rear void. You back off a bit, and playfully tug the plug out.

You briefly reposition yourself to remoisten my back door with your lips and tongue. You sense my readiness as I push my hips back into your tongue. I feel you place the tip of your dong against me you tease me by making circles around my hole. You slide one wet finger in me to open me enough to get the tip in. You work slowly at first. You move against me steadily pushing your new limb inside of me.

You continue at this slow pace making me feel as if I’m being split in two. I thought the plug was huge but compared to the plug what you are taking me with now is enormous! You drive me towards a point where I think I can’t take anymore.

You lean forward as I feel the front of your legs pressing against the back of mine and whisper into my ear that you’re fully inside me. The feel of your hot breadth on my ear drives me wild.

As you get used to the motion you start to develop a rhythm as you pump me from behind. I feel you grasp my cock and begin to stroke it as you fuck me. The totality of all the stimulation drives me towards the edge. canlı kaçak bahis As I get used to you pumping me I start to push back into you, matching your rhythm. The feeling of your breasts on my back drives me further and further into the oblivion of sex!

Feeling this, you stop cold causing me to slam my ass into your thighs taking your fake cock deep in my ass all on my own. You run your fingers through me hair, and grabbing my head force me to look back at you. You tell me to tell you I want it. When I hesitate you pull out of me and force me on my back. You place a pillow under my ass to elevate it and align it so you may enter me.

Again you tease me at first before sliding inside me. As you do so I look up at you and see you again for the first time. Your body is glistening in sweat. Your full breasts heave with your effort and sway with your rhythm. You reach forward and grab my cock like a control stick in an airplane. As you grasp and stroke it you tell me to tell you I want it.

“I want it” I say.

You ask me if I need it.

“I need it” I say.

You spit in your hand and stroke my cock faster as you ask me what I want.

“Fuck me” I say.

You say you can’t hear me.

“Fuck ME!” I yell.

You say you still can’t hear me.

“FUCK ME!” I yell.

You tell me louder.

“FUCK ME!” I yell.

All the while you’ve been increasing the tempo of your thrusts into me, gripping my cock harder and pumping it faster.

I’ve made romantic passionate love and fucked you so hard so many times. The realization that you –the women- I’ve been inside so many times – is fucking me — the man – in such a taboo way has me oblivious to everything but raw pure sexual lust..

“I’m going to CUM!” I scream.

You point my cock at me and I loose control releasing a torrent of cum that shoots out of my cock. My cock spasms and shoots wad after wad of cum over my stomach onto my chest and shoulders

When you see me cumming your body shudders and you utter a primal scream as orgasm grips you as well. Your body has thrown you into an orgasm so hard you seem to be in the middle of a seizure between my legs. As your body slowly unlocks you slump forward and lay against me.

In my orgasm clouded mind I slowly let go of the hope you will force me into another first- that is tasting my own seed. Maybe that will be the next story.

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Assassin: Chapter 4
Just Desserts

Both women glared at the man before them. The very man that had wronged them both and tried to kill them. The man who now found himself at the mercy of two very angry, and skilled, assassins. This hit wasn’t going to require much skill, but they would enjoy it immensely. They were going to make him pay for what he’d done to them.

He had tried to kill both Violet, and her newfound ally, Elene, by slow suffocation. Violet had cheated death by offering herself to Carl. Carl was Joe’s accomplice, and he was now very dead and residing in a very cheap pleather chair in the small kitchen of the hotel suite. It was Joe’s turn to suffer, and he was right where they wanted him.

The room in which they stood was in a disarray. One of the deep green recliners was tipped onto it’s back, the footrest broken and hanging down at an odd angle. Violet’s ruined outfit lie off to one side, just below a faux wood credenza. A bag, bits of rope, and a bungee cord lie in a heap underneath the large, mounted widescreen television, opposite to the kitchen door. Joe was seated in the other recliner, in the center of the room, looking very, very panicked.

It was the same recliner in which Elene had been trapped, just an hour ago, struggling for breath. Violet checked the bindings once more, and with a satisfied smile, pushed the footrest down forcefully with her heel. Joe lurched forward, his head flopping forward. He looked at her with wide eyes and made an inarticulate sound through the gag in his mouth.

Violet turned to Elene, who was placing several items on a small table. “Condoms, lubricant, cigarettes,” she said out loud, placing each item onto the marbled top. Elene looked up from her task and saw what must’ve been an incredulous look on Violet’s face. “What?” she said, shrugging. “I was prepared for a very different kind of evening.”

Violet smiled and laughed. “We’re ready.”

Elene lifted the small, round table and brought it over next to the recliner. It teetered on one leg for a moment, before stabilizing. Elene hurriedly placed her hands over the items, sliding precariously close to the edge, before they had a chance to fall off onto the floor.

Violet had busied herself with one of the plastic bags. It was large and clear and she thought it must be the one that had been bound around her own head. It was wet inside, drops of condensation running down the inside as she held it up. Holding the bag closed, she walked with it into the bedroom. There, she lay it out on the bed, until it was flat. She then retrieved a fluffy, white towel from the adjoining bathroom. Lifting the lip of the bag, she gently dried the inside, blotting with the towel. Satisfied she returned to the living room, bag in tow.

She picked up one of the short lengths of bungee cord from the floor and crossed the room toward Joe. He snarled at her as she approached. Once he saw the bag in her hand he began shouting something at her, muffled by a gag. “A ball gag?” she asked, looking over her shoulder Elene.

Elene just shrugged again. “Different kind of evening,” she said in her light, Mediterranean accent.

Violet turned her attention back to Joe. She shook the bag once, twice, and then on the third attempt it instantly inflated with a loud plastic pop. She quickly brought the bag down over Joe’s head and twisted it shut in the front, under his chin. Joe thrashed his head, trying to free himself, but Violet’s grip was too tight. She quickly fastened the bungee around his neck.

The bungee was a bit too small, and cut slightly into his neck. It held the bag so tightly that Violet couldn’t remove it even by tugging on it. Joe made a bestial “grrrr” followed by what sounded like “stupid bitches.” Violet firmly grasped his chin with one of her gloved hands and smiled.

“If you make us both come, we might let you go.” She stood back, letting him go. The bag was swelling and shrinking as he breathed hard through his nose. Normally she would warn her target to breathe slowly, but this time, he could use up all the air he damn well pleased.

She turned to Elene. “You should fuck him first. We’re going to get some pleasure out of this bastard for what we did to us. You should be first.”

Elene looked at her with luscious eyes. “If that is what you think, my friend,” Elene said, placing her hand on Violet’s shoulder. Violet picked up the small bottle of lubricant from the table she had placed next to the recliner.

With her thumb, she flipped open the cap on the bottle. She upended it, gently squeezing it at the same time. A small rivulet of clear lubricant dripped onto the tip of Joe’s penis. Joe started and made a grunt as the cool lubricant touched his bare skin. After a few drops she was satisfied. She clicked the cap closed and placed the bottle onto the table.

Joe was already naked. Violet had seen to that. His clothes lay in a heap in the kitchen next to Carl.

Violet güvenilir bahis kneeled in front of Joe, between his legs, and picked up his member with her gloved hand and began massaging it. Joe sharply inhaled. She looked up at him. “Enjoy it while you can,” she thought.

She continued her ministrations, slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of his penis. It took no time at all for him to begin hardening. As he got harder, she increased the speed of her strokes. She was amazed at how fucked up the situation actually was: Joe, for all intents and purposes, was going to die, yet he was enjoying this all the same. I guess he figures it’s his last gasp, so to speak.

After a couple of minutes, Joe began lightly rocking his hips. “I think you’ve had just about enough,” she said in distaste and stopped. She reached over and picked up a sealed condom from the table, it’s gold wrapper glinting in the dim light, and a small hand towel. She toweled him off quickly and then she tore open the cellophane wrapper and slowly unrolled the condom down the length of his now fully erect penis. Once finished, she crumpled the wrapper, deposited it on the table and stood.

“Okay, he’s ready,” she said, snagging a tissue from a box on the floor and wiping her hands. Violet looked up just in time to see Elene, facing Joe, inserting him into her. She watched with fascination as she slowly inched her way forward and down, ever so slowly, until he was fully inside of her. Elene let out a pent up breath. “He actually feels quite good,” she said with a smile.

Slowly, Elene began lifting herself off of him. Elene’s slow, ginger moments reminded Violet of her own experience with her just hours before. Elene absently let her mouth fall open as she slowly rode him. Violet was starting to feel warm and fuzzy just from watching Elene and involuntarily touched her breast.

Elene turned, mid-ride, and motioned for Violet to join her. Violet quickly went to the kitchen and in a moment returned with one of the kitchen chairs. She sat the chair directly behind Elene and sat down on it. Violet leaned forward and ran her hands across Elene’s ample breasts. Elene inhaled sharply as Violet’s fingers brushed across her nipples. Violet personally didn’t enjoy nipple-play, but apparently Elene did, and her thrusts intensified.

Violet enjoyed watching Elene, immensely. Her slim form, rising and falling, encapsulated by her own arms. She watched Joe breathing, the bag puffing with each breath. It was quite a turn on and she bit her lip.

Elene turned, reached back, and placed her hand on Violet’s chin. She pulled her down and kissed her passionately, her soft lips interlocking with her own. In the course of her work there had been other women she had seduced, but this was different. She had never felt anything like this before tonight. Violet cradled Elene’s head in her hands, kissing her again.

Violet kissed her more passionately, her soft lips locking with Elene’s. Violet could feel her heart racing and she could feel warmth spreading through her body. Elene’s gentle rhythmic movements, as she slowly moved back and forth, only further excited her.

They broke off the kiss, her lips trembling. Elene reached up behind Violet’s neck and lead her around until she was standing beside the chair. She then guided her down to her breasts.

Violet looked up at Elene, then tentatively kissed the mound of her breast. It was soft and warm. A smile flickered across Elene’s face for a moment and she gasped. Violet steadied Elene’s breast gently with one hand and began suckling her nipple. Elene loudly sucked in a breath. Violent involuntarily began massaging her other breast.

After a few moments, Elene let out a moan and began thrusting hard and fast. She was obviously getting ready to come. Violet inserted two fingers just inside her pussy lips and began to slowly massage her. “Oh my god!” she heard Elene exclaim and her thrusts became even more pronounced, almost animalistic.

Elene suddenly tensed and shook with the force of her orgasm, grunting with each contraction. Violet kept rubbing her, prolonging the orgasm as long as possible. At long last Elene collapsed into Violet, breathing heavily, sweat standing out on her brow.

At long last Elene looked up into Violet’s eyes. They stayed that way for a few moments, before they kissed each other, this time tenderly and slowly. Violet helped Elene lift herself off of Joe and onto the floor.

Violet left Elene’s side and walked back over to Joe. She bent down and examined the condom. “Well, the son of a bitch didn’t come, it looks like,” she said with a frown. She looked up at Joe. He was breathing hard and the bag was now inflating hard, each breath accented with a crinkly pop. Joe looked at her with pleading eyes, and tried to say something through the gag, which was unintelligible. “What’s that, Joe?” Violet asked, mocking him, holding her hand to her ear. “You want me to fuck you türkçe bahis now? Sure, no problem.” Joe let out a dissatisfied grunt and squirmed against his restraints.

Violet gave Joe’s cock a few tentative strokes to ensure herself that he was still hard and ready for business. He was rock hard and standing at full attention. She aligned herself over the tip of his penis and slowly slide down over him. As she did so, she could feel him rubbing her in all the right places and she let out a gasp and sucked in her lip. Joe was actually quite impressive once he was inside of her. She looked over at Elene, who was lounging on the floor, enjoying a cigarette. She looked so sexy, naked, glistening, with a cigarette smoldering in her hand.

She rode Joe, slowly at first, enjoying the moment. She unconsciously ran her hand across the smooth skin of her breast, trapping her erect nipple between index and third finger. Warmth spread from her breast, engulfing her entire chest. She absently opened her mouth and intensified her strokes.

Elene appeared in front of her, holding an unlit cigarette. She then moved around behind her. Elene tugged at her elbow, until Violet relaxed and alloweed her to pull her arm behind her: first her left, then her right. Violet had to fight to stay upright as she did so. She then felt something binding her wrists. In surprise she tried to retract her arms, but they were bound tightly behind her back.

Violet stopped. Elene quickly came back around and reassured her. “It is okay, my friend. I am just, as you say, enhancing the experience.” Violet relaxed. She had no reason to distrust Elene. Elene held the cigarette out for Violet. Violet grasped it between her lips as she resumed her motions, lifting herself up by her legs.

Elene disappeared for a moment, but returned promptly. She brandished a gold lighter, stamped with detailed artwork. She bent over, flicked the thumbwheel, and a flame sparked to life. She guided it toward the tip of the cigarette hanging forlorn from Violet’s lips. Violet grasped the cigarette tighter with her lips as Elene brought the flame to meet with the tip.

Violet inhaled. At first all she could taste was the sweet tang of the tobacco, then tip of the cigarette glowed brightly for a moment and a rush of smoke filled her lungs. She inhaled deeply, relaxing even further. She let her head fall back and blew the smoke out carefully as to not drop the cigarette. She detected a light perfume mixed with the thick smoke. This had to be one of Elene’s, she thought.

Violet suddenly felt a warm sensation on her breast. She looked down surprised to find Elene beginning to suckle one of her nipples. Violet let out a moan. She took another deep drag on the cigarette. This was all becoming too much, she thought. The telltale tingle had gripped her quickly and she knew she was going to come soon.

The room was deathly quiet except for the rustling of the bag behind her and the gentle suckling noises Elene was making. Her mind was spinning, it all felt too good. The heady smoke filling her lungs, the warm tingling emanating from her aroused nipple, and the constant deep rubbing of Joe’s cock was about to send her over the edge.

Suddenly, she felt a rush of heat as she drove Joe as deep as she could. She came hard, her orgasm deep. She shuddered slightly, her mouth agape, the cigarette barely hanging on her lip. A series of moans escaped her lips coinciding with each one of her throbbing contractions and she jerked slightly with every one.

Once it was over, it took her a moment to recover. Sweat stood out on her brow and she breathed heavily. But now she was invigorated. She looked down at Elene, who was unfastening her wrist bindings and was smiling up at her. Violet stood up, letting Joe slip out of her. She smiled to herself. The son of a bitch still hadn’t come. She looked back at him.

He was breathing much faster, the inside of the bag covered in condensation. His head was lolled to one side and his eyes were closed. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest. He was burning hot and his heart was beating quickly. At her touch, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at her. He made another muffled sound.

She turned toward Elene. “We did promise to let him go if he made us both come, didn’t we?” she said, rubbing her chin.

“That’s right, my friend, I believe we did,” Elene replied, smiling.

“But, did we say how many times we were going to come before we let him go?” she asked quizzically.

“No. No, I don’t believe we did.”

Joe made a defeatist sound, and said something that sounded like a muffled “please”.

“You make me come one more time, Joe, and we’ll let you go.” Violet said, turning back to Joe. With a heavy breath, he grunted, closed his eyes, and let his head fall backwards.

Violet smiled at Elene and then looked downwards at Joe’s member, which was still rock hard. She gave it a tight squeeze and felt it jerk. güvenilir bahis siteleri She was surprised that he was still hard, but doubly surprised that he hadn’t come yet. She was going to take advantage of it… one more time.

She decided to turn around and face Joe this time. Watching him breathe was such a turn on, and that’s what she wanted right now more than anything. She quickly stamped out her cigarette in the ashtray next to the armchair, exhaling a lungful of smoke, and picked up the bungee that had been so recently binding her wrists. The held it out for Elene.

Elene reached out and took the bungee. Violet positioned herself over Joe, once again, and guided him into her. Elene smiled, stood up, and rebound Violet’s wrists behind her back, kissing her softly on the back of the neck as she did so. She slowly began sliding along the length of Joe’s erect staff, gasping as she did so.

Elene positioned herself behind Violet, reached around her, and began softly running her hands across her skin. Each time Elene’s soft touch would pass her nipples, Violet would gasp and intensify her movements.

Soon she was riding fast and hard and didn’t notice that Elene had left her to herself. Once she realized she had gone, she opened her eyes. She didn’t see her anywhere. Maybe she’d gone to the bathroom. It didn’t matter. Joe felt so good. She watched him breathing hard and fast, the bag inflating and deflating with each breath. Tingles ran down her spine just watching him breathe.

She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the moment. She was so surprised that he hadn’t come yet. Two women riding him, one of them twice, coupled with the severe lack of air that he must be experiencing by now, should have set him off. But it hadn’t. Not yet. And she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

She heard Elene’s footsteps behind her, along with a crinkling sound. She turned to see Elene carrying the other bag. Elene shook it once, and then smiled. “Do you want to?” she asked. Violet smiled back at her and nodded slowly, biting her lip as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Elene came up behind Violet and gently shook the bag out in front of her face, smoothing it until it was flat. She then quickly brought it back, just under her eyes and cupping her chin, tying it together behind Violet’s head. Violet imagined she resembled a villain in an old western movie, where the bad guy would wear a bandana to mask his identity.

Violet’s tried to take a breath, but found it difficult. While the bag didn’t cut off her air completely, it made it extremely hard to breathe. After a few breaths, she opened her mouth to get a bigger breath of air, but the thin plastic instantly covered her entire face and cut off her air. She blew it back out after a moment and tried again, but with the same result.

Elene noticed this and reached around, pulling the thin plastic away from her face. This afforded Violet a little more comfort and she could breathe a little easier, but it was still far from normal. This gave her such a thrill that she tingled all over again. She was surprised she didn’t come right then and there

Elene once again began running her hands across Violet’s soft skin, stopping on occasion to fondle on of her breasts or the other. Violet could feel soft kisses on her back as she did so and it was almost too much. She was beginning to feel the tingle at the base of her spine once more. It had taken longer than she imagined it should have.

Slowly, as she rode Joe with long strokes, the bag slowly began sticking to her face again. Each time she would exhale forcefully to dislodge it, but she would always suck it back across her mouth. Her breaths were becoming so hard that she could feel the plastic being pulled into her mouth. Elene didn’t seem to notice. She was busy massaging Violet’s breasts, her soft cheek resting on her back.

After a minute, Violet could feel her strength beginning to wane. Her long, strong strokes turned into more of a grind. She was now grinding back and forth along Joe’s cock. The tingle had grown and spread around to her hips and butt. Her breaths were coming fast as she tried to breathe. It still felt amazing, but she didn’t know how much longer she could keep going. She tried to say something to Elene, but something barely audible came out. Elene seemed oblivious… or perhaps this was her plan all along?

She kept grinding his manhood, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead. She could see him breathing hard and fast in front of her, both their bags rustling loudly. A bead of sweat rolled down her face and across the plastic sheet. Joe’s chest was rising and falling quickly, a blush of red around his neck and chest. She kept going.

After another moment, Violet begun to become dizzy. The room spun lazily around her and spots appeared before her eyes. She closed her eyes. She didn’t have her hands to steady her, and her rhythmic thrusts slowed. Eventually, she slumped forward onto Joe, her face turned to his. Elene simply moved forward and continued caressing her. Her mound was on fire and she was so close to coming again. She kept pushing herself down onto him with what strength she had. What was Elene doing?

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