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Abigail In Trouble Ch. 17: Recovery

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RECOVERY

Abigail was taken to Cliff’s place which he shared with his brothers. She was given a long hot bath while Cliff cleared his room and changed the sheets. He’d placed her overnight bag in his room and when she was ready to come out of the bath, he’d given her a couple of large towels and his own huge stripy dressing gown to use, slipped through the ajar bathroom door to maintain her privacy.

She quietly emerged a while later saying she felt better but whacked and he told her she could sleep in his bed: he would be using the “guest bed”. Abigail was too tired to question this, and just managed to gulp down a glass of milk and wolf down a sandwich hastily made by Cliff, before retiring for the night.

She fished out her nightclothes from her bag and slipped them on in private before collapsing into his bed. Cliff came in shortly afterwards to tuck her in like a small child, giving her a tender kiss on her forehead, to which she was too exhausted to respond, before switching off the lights and leaving her alone to sleep.

He kept checking on her regularly, but in between these checks he took himself to the garage and inspected the “box” more carefully. He figured out how it all worked and even that the car battery someone has placed inside, was not the original power source. Cliff realised how completely and utterly helpless anyone installed properly in the box would be.

He was amazed at all the straps and belts, foam padding and locks, and the way the lid also had foam mouldings on the underside to press down onto the occupant. He was incredulous that Abigail had allowed herself to be strapped up tightly and shut up in the box, even if she thought it was only for a short time. Maybe she had been coerced or somehow forced into the box.

As he pondered what must have gone through her mind, all trapped in the dark, completely helpless, he felt a massive twinge of disappointed that it was not himself who had found her, instead of the gang.

Cliff wondered if Abigail would ever want to see the box again, let alone want to try it out herself another time. Cliff would of course make sure she would be completely safe, personally, 100% of the time. But he doubted she would want to have another go after her trauma today.

Later that evening, as it was getting dark, Cliff’s brothers Stuart and Michael reappeared. First was Stuart having thanked all his work mates and disbanded the various volunteers.

“Cliff! Where are you?” he called out as soon as he was through the door carrying a several pizza boxes and other fast-food bags.

Cliff had just gone in to check that Abigail was OK, and, finding her sleeping soundly, was closing his bedroom door softly so as not to wake her.

“SSSShhhh Stu! Pipe down. Abigail’s sleeping” he whispered loudly as he approached his brother, embracing him in a manly hug. “Listen thanks for all your help today in finding and freeing Abigail. We couldn’t have done it without your crews and the muscle they brought.”

“Hey, no problem Cliffy! If your girl’s in trouble, of course we’ll help. What are brothers for?” Stuart gave him a playful punch in the arm. Cliff didn’t notice. “How is she doing? Is she gonna be OK?” he asked with concern.

Cliff glanced back to towards his room. “Yeah, she’s doing OK so far. I think she’s just exhausted and needs to sleep it off. But I’m worried that she’s undergone a traumatic ordeal and she might wake up panicked or something. I want to be there when she wakes, in case she needs me.” Cliff explained.

“Well she’s a bit of a knockout, Bro! A real looker. I don’t blame you for wanting to be ‘by her bedside’ when she wakes up” said Stuart, with a mischievous grin on his face. This time it was Cliff who punched Stuart in the arm playfully. Stuart reeled from the blow, but tried to hide it.

“That’s the last thing that she’ll need right now you idiot!” retorted Cliff. “She just needs to recover in her own time. And feel safe. She’s alright staying here for a while isn’t she?” Cliff was hoping Stuart wouldn’t want to evict her in the morning.

“Yeah, no worries on that score Cliff. She can stay as long as she needs. I was only kidding” replied Stuart, rubbing his arm as he moved off to put the pizzas on the table.

“I know you were” said Cliff, moving to help his older brother with the food and drinks. The apartment layout was spacious and had an open kind of plan where the kitchen, dining and lounge areas were all one large open space, with the furniture dividing the room into sections.

A little later, as Stuart and Cliff were snacking on pizza, Michael came in, having taken a lot of the paperwork evidence gathered from the garage across to his own legal office downtown for safekeeping.

Cliff heard the key in the door and caught him as he came through it.

“Hey Michael, thanks for all your help today with Abigail” Cliff embraced his eldest brother, who returned the greeting with a good slap on Cliff’s back.

“Well, hey Ankara bayan escort ‘little’ brother. If you’ve got a damsel in distress in need of rescuing, then I wouldn’t be much of a brother if I didn’t help out” Michael reminded him. He had stressed the word ‘little’ as he and Stuart often did to tease Cliff, for while Cliff was the youngest of the three, he was definitely NOT the smallest in terms of build and height.

“That’s what I told him earlier!” called Stuart from the kitchen table through a mouthful of pizza.

“Shhhhh!!!! Guys! Abigail’s trying to sleep!” reminded Cliff.

“Sorry” apologised Michael a little sheepishly. “By the way Cliff, even though she was in a bit of a state when we found her, we could all tell how gorgeous she is. You’ve found a real cracker of a girlfriend in her, for sure!”

“Thanks” said Cliff, as the two moved to sit at the table where Stuart was still guzzling pizza and washing it down with a beer. “But I’m not sure she’s actually my girlfriend. Yet. We’ve only been out on a couple of, er, well, that is to say, er ‘dates’? Tonight was only going to be the third, but it all went horribly wrong. She might not want to see me after this.”

“Don’t be daft!” assured Michael. “You’re her ‘knight in shining armour’ come to rescue her. She won’t be able to resist you now. I saw how she melted into your arms when you whisked her away.”

“Yeah true” added Stuart. “And she’d obviously entrusted you to ‘take care of her’ when you were supposed to open the box yourself, hadn’t she?” Stuart wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

Cliff went red at the implication Stuart was making. “But it all went wrong.” He repeated, then addressed Michael. “I was just saying to Stu that I expect she’ll need a bit of time to just hang out and recover. And sleep. Somewhere safe. Like here? Is she OK staying here for a while, Mike? Stu’s OK with it.”

“Of course” agreed Michael. “You need to give her time and space. And spoil her rotten. Treat her like a princess. She looks like one; She’s beautiful, Cliff. What a catch!”

Cliff went bright red yet again, but had to agree with his brothers. He didn’t think he knew of anyone who was as pretty and gorgeous and, well to be fair, as downright BUSTY, as Abigail. He was also glad that they were now in the same place and could finally spend some time with each other for a change without Emma trying to manipulate things.

Even though his predominant concern was for Abigail, Cliff did wonder how Emma must be feeling right now. He resolved to send Emma some text messages to reassure her that Abigail was safe and well and sleeping soundly, and not to worry about her. Well, he’d text her after all the pizza was gone.

Later that night, after Stuart and Michael had gone off to their rooms, Cliff made his last check up on Abigail. He found her sleeping deeply, her head almost covered by his duvet, but her lustrous hair spread above her on the pillow. Cliff carefully cleared the covers from her face and stroked her hair lovingly, before kissing her on the top of her head and letting her sleep. She stirred slightly, making little murmuring noises, but didn’t wake.

He’d grabbed a couple of spare pillows and covers previously, and now made his bed on the couch in the lounge. It wasn’t ideal since it was too short for him, but the three-bedroom apartment didn’t have a spare room, so he made the best of it. Abigail didn’t need to know after all.

REAPPEARANCE

It was a bright morning. Michael and Stuart had already eaten breakfast and left for work. Cliff was just clearing up his own bowl of cereal when a towelling-clad bundle capped off by a messy mop of brunette locks shuffled awkwardly down the passage in oversized slippers and into the living area.

Cliff smiled at Abigail who looked rather comical, swamped by his oversized dressing gown. She brushed her hair aside and smiled at him, sheepishly, the bright light dazzling her a little.

“Good morning sleepy” said Cliff, putting down his stuff and coming over to give her a hug. She tilted her head up, threw her arms around his broad shoulders and clutched onto him tightly. They embraced tightly, Abigail trying to snuggle herself into the firm body of her man, her rescuer, her sanctuary. Cliff bent down and wound his arms around her and just held her close, loving the feel of her soft body against him, even through the thick towelling.

“This feels nice” she whispered, still holding him as tight as she could. She felt safe just here.

After a really long time of just holding each other, her arms finally ran out of strength and Cliff felt her grip relax somewhat. He held her at arm’s length in front of him and looked down at her to study her face.

“How are you feeling, Babe?” he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She just nodded and smiled at him. “Hungry?” he ventured. This was greeted by a more vigorous nod and a bigger smile. “Well, you just sit Escort bayan Ankara yourself here at the table, and I’ll see what I can get for you”.

Abigail sat at the table all morning in the dressing gown while Cliff buzzed around her, getting her coffee, juice, a full cooked breakfast, toast, cereal, anything he could think of. And Abigail guzzled it all up. Cliff was really glad that she hadn’t lost her appetite.

During this time they talked and talked about all sorts of things except what had happened or what might have happened the previous day. Abigail didn’t want to raise it and Cliff was desperate to keep her mind off it all. But this was the first time they had really had a chance just to chat together at all. And the more they talked, the more they got to like each other.

For the rest of the day, Abigail and Cliff just chilled around the apartment. Cliff explained that he wasn’t going to college or training for the last day of the week and just wanted to spend time chilling with her, and to make sure she was OK. Abigail had a shower and got dressed into a casual sweatshirt and joggers, and they just slobbed around, listening to music, watching rubbish on the TV and just chatting as friends. Cliff was very attentive and always fetched her drinks and snacks as she needed.

She felt that he was taking good care of her. She didn’t seem too upset or affected by yesterday’s events, although from time to time she would let out a little sigh, snuggle up to Cliff wherever he was and just ask him to hold her. Cliff would always drop what he was doing and simply hold her tenderly, sometimes for a long time, until she relaxed and released her own grip on him. Nothing was said at the time, and Cliff suspected that she was just wanting to feel safe and secure.

Abigail had another shower later on, in order to “get herself more presentable for company”, knowing that Cliff’s brothers were due back eventually. She hadn’t really met his brothers yet and wanted to give a good first impression. She apparently had a lot to thank them for. Cliff told her not to bother, but she gave him a knowing smile and went off to shower and change anyway. Cliff waited for her in the lounge area.

When she finally emerged from Cliff’s room, he caught his breath, she looked so beautiful. She had brushed her hair into full wavy curls that fell around her shoulders. She was wearing a long, dark green dress that flowed from her shoulders down to her ankles, where it was edged in black lace. It showed off her busty figure nicely while remaining very elegant. She wasn’t wearing any make-up, but her natural beauty shone through.

Abigail giggled as she caught the look in Cliff’s eyes, taking in her whole being.

“You like?” she asked him, with a big smile on her face and a glint in her eyes, giving him an over-dramatic twirl, which sent the dress twisting in a spiral around her, clinging onto her curvy body and emphasising her hourglass shape.

Cliff could hardly speak. “Wonderful” was all he could manage.

Abigail strutted over to him swinging her hips as she came, and pressed her shorter body against him. She put her arms around his neck, making a deliberate point of pressing her ample breasts up into his chest. She leaned up to his ear and whispered “I wore this just for you”, giving a little wiggle to press her soft body firmly against his.

Cliff desperately wanted to grab her bottom in his large hands and squash her to himself to kiss her deeply, but he needed her to make all the moves, for the time being at least. So he restrained himself and let her lead as far as she wanted to go, just placing his hands gently around her narrow waist. She leant back and looked up into his eyes, seeing nothing but love, maybe with a bit of lust mixed in.

She was just about to stretch up to kiss him when a key turned noisily in the lock. Abigail gave a little squeak and immediately stepped away from Cliff, the spell broken, as they watched the door open. She was embarrassed at nearly being caught.

Cliff’s two older brothers Michael and Stuart entered together and Cliff formally introduced them to their new guest. Abigail was pleased to meet them both and thanked them for their help from the day before. They had both brought her a little present to say ‘welcome’. Stuart, who always thought with his stomach, had bought her a very fancy box of chocolates which she immediately opened and delved into before offering them round.

Michael had bought her a little teenage Disney princess fake diamond tiara. His reasoning was that she looked like a princess and so she needed a tiara. Abigail blushed. Whilst it was a little silly and childish, they all saw the joke and Abigail giggled as she let Michael fit the tiara in her hair tucking it in like a hairband. Whilst it was clearly fake, it did give her a bit of a sparkle and so she left it in for the rest of the evening.

Michael declared that the four of them were Bayan escort Ankara going to eat out, it being Friday and they needed to celebrate the “rescue”. Abigail wasn’t sure that she was ready to go out in public yet, what with so many people having seen her in a somewhat compromised situation yesterday. Cliff could see her discomfort and backed her up. In the end, Michael dialled in for food from a decent Italian restaurant that did gourmet takeaway meals.

The four of them spent the evening sat around the dining table, eating, drinking and catching up on their respective stories from the day before. Abigail listened in awe as she heard about all they had done to mobilise half the town to look for her and finally liberate her. The three men didn’t press Abigail on her side of the story, figuring that it was still too raw for her and she’d talk about it when and if she was ready. But she was definitely interested in their side of events, and sat there listening, enthralled.

Michael updated them on progress with the charging and prosecution of the four gang-members, not expecting them to be released on bail, and confident that they would all be convicted of a number of charges, mainly to do with stealing cars. He didn’t press Abigail about any potential charges of rape or abduction. He would talk to Cliff about that later.

Abigail snuggled into Cliff’s side, clinging on to his arm as they ate and chatted. He later put a protective arm around her and made sure she had what food and drink she wanted. Cliff and Stuart drank beer, while Michael and Abigail shared a bottle of wine. To be fair, Michael drank most of it.

Cliff’s two older brothers took a liking to Abigail immediately. They treated her as they would a little sister, kindly and with warmth, but also with a bit of teasing, most of which was really directed towards Cliff. They insisted she kept on the tiara even though she looked dressed up enough to go out on the town. And they fed her wine to relax her until she giggled just a little too much.

When she drank alcohol, Abigail always went a bit giggly before then going quiet. She was content just to lean on Cliff’s arm whilst the three brothers compared notes. They were trying to compare on who’d managed to mobilise the most people yesterday. The competition was between Cliff with his football team-mates and friends, and Stuart with his construction crew colleagues, but it was all light-hearted. Cliff kept looking down at Abigail to check if the talk about yesterday was upsetting her, but she seemed OK.

When it started to get late, Abigail slumped lower and lower into Cliff, starting to look drowsy, until he called it a day for her.

“Got to get the little lady some sleep” he told his brothers. She didn’t complain as he gently picked her up in her beautiful dress, and carried her into his room for her to sleep. He laid her on the bed on her back, her head resting on the pillows. and asked if she needed help getting ready for bed. She shook her head.

“I’ll just slip off this dress and crash right now” murmured the sleepy princess. “You gonna tuck me in?” she asked, not moving.

“Gladly, if you want me to” replied Cliff.

Since she didn’t look likely to undress herself, he slipped off her shoes, one by one, admiring her feet in the sheer black hose she wore. Then he removed the tiara as she lay there with her eyes closed. He next regarded her dress. The dark green material clung to her body and the lovely swell of her bosom seemed to be begging for attention. “Now is not the time, Cliff my boy” he scolded himself quietly. He couldn’t see any clasps or zips at the front, so decided he had to roll her over to get at the back of the dress.

First, though, he drew back the covers on the other side of the bed, before apologising to Abigail and telling her he needed to move her. She gasped softly as he rolled her over onto her front. The zip down the back of the dress parted it nicely and then Cliff worked the dress over her shoulders and down her arms. He brushed the smooth skin of her back past her bra-straps, and stroked the upward curve of her buttocks as he worked the dress over her hips.

She was wearing a matching black lace ensemble under her dress consisting of a bra, high-cut panties, suspenders, a garter belt and stockings. Cliff breathed in her beauty as she lay there, largely oblivious to his gaze. He felt disappointment that she had dressed up and that he couldn’t properly ‘enjoy’ her lingerie. Maybe another time.

With a sigh, he managed to free the dress from her legs by lifting one at a time. He hung the dress up on the outside of his cupboard, the dark green glinted in the dim light. He opened the window behind the blinds a little to give her some air before looking back at the gorgeous teen in his bed.

Abigail snuggled into the pillows on her front and it looked like she was not going to move for the duration, so Cliff covered her lingerie-clad body with the covers, kissed the back of her head goodnight and went to the door. With one last look towards the sleeping beauty tucked up in his own bed, he sighed again, switched off the light and closed the door carefully.

His brothers were surprised to see him join them back at the table. Cliff caught their eyes and unspoken question.

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The Institute of Technology and Science Pt. 15 – The Fab Four 03

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The Institute of Technology and Science

The Fab Four – Yet Another Another Part

By DDDDave

“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking”

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It was early on a Friday evening. Melva was lounging on the sofa in the common room. Freddie was collapsed in the corner, snoring lightly as he recovered from his earlier bout with Melva. As usual he had dumped three loads into her ever so receptive body! One between her lips and down her throat. Once as deep into her alway horny puss-puss as he could reach and finally she had extracted the last of his offering using her magnificently over-sized tits and her lips. His sperm was still damp within her cleavage!

Her only regret was that Freddie could only reach about eight inches into her cunny. Fortunately Shaky would be home soon. And he could reach inches deeper than Freddie or any other partner Melva had found! Shaky’s ankle thick prong was at least thirteen and a half inches long! At least five inches more than Freddie’s pretty cock had to offer.

Melva hummed in pleasure as Daphne used her long nimble tongue and lips to extract all the sperm that Freddie had spewed into and onto Melva. Daphne didn’t really care for sex with men but she adored the taste and texture of the cum she was gathering from Melva’s giant tits and sopping wet pussy!

Daphne was wearing her tiny five inch strap-on as she sucked up every drop that she could find. When she was done she slid her phony dick into Melva, making sure to rub it against her partner’s clit. It wasn’t as big as Melva preferred but Daphne knew how to make it feel good! And at least it never went soft!

Leaning over Melva she gathered Ankara escort her now over fifty inch bosom and while sucking one nipple after the other Daphne rubbed and squeezed Melva’s immense tits. They both enjoyed the titty play. Since becoming sexually active Melva had found that her bosom was slowly increasing in size and sensitivity. She was now able to reach a gentle orgasm as Daphne serviced her boobs. It was not the earth-shattering response she had to feeling Shaky’s big dick as he pillaged her cunny. But it felt wonderful and she enjoyed it a lot!

As she contemplated the difference between her reaction to Daphne’s technique and Shaky’s gigantic prong she heard a key in the door. Turning, she watched as Shaky entered the suite. He dropped his books on the table and let his pants fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his mighty erection stood proudly in front of him as he moved toward the young ladies.

“Oh, good! Shaky’s here! Now we can really get started!” Melva exclaimed, unaware of the upset look on Daphne’s face. Melva gently pushed Daphne from between her legs and reached for Shaky’s huge cock as he slid between her legs.

‘It always feels like the first time,’ Melva thought to herself as Shaky slowly drove himself deeper and deeper into her snug pussy. ‘It always feels so good!’

Melva nestled her ass deeper into the couch cushions as Shaky kept up his pressure. They both knew that they would not stop until he had driven himself all the way into her cunt. She loved the feeling of fullness that she experienced with Shaky. Freddie was pretty but he couldn’t last long enough to completely satisfy her needs. Two loads of cum? Even three loads were not enough! It took load after load after Ankara escort bayan load for Melva to feel satisfied! Only Shaky was routinely capable of driving Melva to the ecstasy that she now felt was her due. She would still ride Freddie as often as he could get hard and for as long as he could stay hard. The problem with Freddie, she thought, was that despite how sexy she was and how much time he spent worshipping her immense breasts Freddie just couldn’t keep up with her needs!

She looked over to where Freddie was still napping. ‘Pretty, but not enough of a man for me!’ she thought to herself before returning her attention to Shaky and his massive cock that was now just over half-way into her!

“Fuck me, Shaky, fuck my little pussy! Make me cum and cum! I love how your huge dick feels as it fills up my cunny! Pound my pussy to pieces! God I love your cock! So big! So hard! So long! So thick! You make everyone else seem lacking!”

Shaky smiled down at her as he worked. He had always been shy and retiring. Until recently he had no self confidence. But now that Melva with her giant boobs and incredible sex drive had shown her appreciation for what he had to offer he was more confident. He had, in fact, dated and bedded some other girls that he used to think were out of reach. But some of them also seemed attracted to his oversized male appendage. But none of them were as well equipped as Melva! She had THE largest boobs! The tightest cunt and the hungriest lips and mouth of any of the females he had fucked.

An hour later Melva and Shaky were snuggling on the couch. He had dumped three huge loads! The first into Melva’s cunt. The second between her tits and the last she had sucked out of him while Daphne attended Escort Ankara to the left-overs between her tits and on her nipples. Daphne now was licking out Melva’s cunt, getting all of the sperm that Shaky had spurted into it just a while ago.

“Oh, Daph, you do that so well! What an amazing tongue! I love that! Lick my clit and make me cum again!” Melva was panting in excitement.

At the same time she was stroking Shaky’s rapidly hardening cock. They had spent an hour fucking and Melva expected that they would go at least another hour once Daphne was done with her maintenance chores.

Across the room Freddie stirred. With a groan he sat up and then stood. His cock was a short flaccid length between his legs as he staggered to his room. He was done for the night Melva judged. Luckily she still had Shaky and his immense appendage. He was almost back to full strength as she climbed on him.

As she slid herself onto his now rock hard prick she made a point to lean over and offer one massive ovoid to Shaky and the other to Daphne. Both went to work sucking and licking her nipples and squeezing her colossal boobs.

Rising and falling, using eight inch strokes, Melva satisfied herself for the time being. She was taking as much as Freddie had ever had to offer and there was so many more inches she could take when she wanted to. At the same time Freddie had never been this thick she was reminded as she shook to another orgasm. The first of many she hoped!

So big, she exulted! So fucking big! I don’t think I want to go on without Shaky’s cock. And Daphne’s lips. Her nipples were throbbing and pulsing as she kept on rising and falling on Shaky while making sure that both her partners were paying proper attention to her mammoth flesh pillows that were rocking over them as she swung her chest from side to side.

“What a great way to spend a Friday evening. I wonder how long we can keep up?” Melva thought to herself.

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Full Moon Sex Magic

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When I opened the door I didn’t even recognize her. She was holding her body differently. Her eyes were hollow almost. She kept blinking her eyes shut, couldn’t keep direct eye contact. She was shaky like she was going to pass out. I was startled. This did not look like hyper whatever arousal, this looked like a medical emergency.

“Please, come in, sit down. Do you want some water?” I motioned to the living room, ushering her through the door.

“Is this still okay?” She said, hesitating just inside the doorway.

“Yeah, yes. Umm…just, come in.” I stumbled through my words trying to orient and remember our conversation from a few days ago. We were drinking at a bar, a few drinks in so the memory is fuzzy. We started talking about astrology and full moons and shit and she got really serious. I’m not really into that stuff so I didn’t think too much of it but she started talking about how the full moon really affects her. I’ve known this girl for a while, we used to work together. I know she’s into full moon stuff and brings in handmade cough syrup for people when they are sick. She kind of considers herself a witch. She’s super attractive and smart, so when she started talking about being sexually charged during full moons I chalked it up to some serious flirtation. She talked a little shyly about some big energy portal thing that changes her consciousness or something like that.

“Hyperconscious arousal state” I remembered her saying. I also remember asking her if it was just like being super honey. She said it felt more like overwhelming cosmic energy. Her body gets very sensitive, her mouth goes dry, and she gets this unbearable amount of desire weighing on her. Of course, I joked that I would volunteer as tribute to help her offload some of that weight but I guess it wasn’t a joke to her. That is when she got pretty serious about it.

“It is intoxicating and heavy. I don’t know how to navigate it. It pushes against my skin from the inside out. It consumes me, burns me to the core. My vision darkens and drops out of focus. I feel drunk, altered, heightened, unconscious, and hyper-aware at the same time. It is primal and exquisite, but at the same time frightening. It is like the onset of taking acid in that things become so drastically different that you wonder if you will ever be the same again.”

I could tell that it was actually frightening for her, she was basically shaking right there as she talked about it. I stopped teasing and just told her that she could call me or come over if anything like that ever happened again. What else was I supposed to do? I don’t know much about what she was talking about, but at least I could be a good friend in the moment. She muttered into her drink, something along the lines of taking me up on the offer to share energy next full moon, and we left it at that.

That was about 10 days ago. Now here she was, 11 pm on a full moon night, sitting on my couch with her feet curled under, shoes already kicked off, looking like hell. I watched as she rolled her head all the way back to rest on the couch edge. There was an effort in the way she held her body. The exposed line of her neck cough my attention and I immediately became hard. Suddenly the room felt heavy and I began to feel a warm sensation in my stomach. My mouth went dry and I felt a little faint. What the fuck?! She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and I made a little whimpering sound to myself as every cell in my body pulsed. I was transfixed by the rise and fall of her chest. I lost focus, forgot what I was doing as I watched her labored breathing. After a few moments, I realized that I was still staring at her, suspended in the hallway. My heart was pounding and I felt a little embarrassed for being so disoriented. This was crazy. Is this what she meant? Is this what she feels? Could this be the energy sharing that she was talking about? I let my breath out slowly, steadying myself, and made my way to the kitchen for water.

I’ve always been attracted to her, she is stunning, but this was different. This was more than attraction, It was magnetism. It is as if my rational thinking brain just melted into a more primal operating system. Now I get what she meant when she said it felt heavy and hard to navigate. I could feel it layering over me getting heavier and heavier. I needed to sit down. Back on the couch, I handed her the glass of water. She blinked her eyes open and took a few sips. I sat on the couch next to her in complete conflict. What do I do? The way she held her body I could tell she was struggling against something uncomfortable. If I really was feeling her energy, sharing it, then the way I felt at this moment confirmed it. Itchy from the inside out; hot from the core. My skin felt tight and tense, begging for a touch of someone who could melt the tension. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, especially if this is what she was experiencing too, but it felt dangerous.

What I knew was that Ankara escort she was holding an immense amount of energy within her, what I felt was that she wanted more than anything to let it loose but was afraid of what that might mean. Somehow I knew that sharing this energy had to be done delicately. It was consuming her, making her body twitch and shake ever so slightly in the seat next to me. 15 minutes went by; she held it together well. I breathed in slowly and tried not to stare at her. The strength and reservation she showed was so fucking hot and I was more than intrigued. I began to think, how do I stroke this ember without burning us both down? Could there be a way to feel into this without totally ruining the friendship?

Part of the intrigue was this intense desire I felt to help relieve her suffering. I wanted more than anything at that moment to be the one to help her. After all, she did disclose to me, she did come here for my help, right? I wanted so much to be her release. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the one she trusted enough to completely relax with this. The other part was selfish, primal maybe; a desire to feel more of what she was feeling. I wanted to be drowning in this feeling with her. I made the decision that I would do both, gently at first, and then I would figure it out as we went. I finally made a move about 30 minutes in.

“Would it help if you had a little contact?” I asked as I leaned back on the couch and offered my chest with open arms. I was sitting in the corner of the couch with my legs wide, she could easily sit between them and cuddle up. She blinked her eyes open and looked at me timidly. She rolled the idea of contact through her mind. I could see her shudder at the possibility. My heart raced and the warmth of anticipation spread through my guts, but I tried to keep calm and cool. “Come here, let me hold you,” I said softly, “if it’s too much, we can stop.” She breathed out slowly. I nodded in encouragement as she slowly crawled between my legs and laid against my chest. My hands gently made contact with her back. The feeling was electric. My body was throbbing with need right away. I swallowed to suppress a moan and closed my eyes. If I could just relax into this moment, maybe it would be enough. The weight of her against me was delicious. I fought through it, making as little movement as possible until I could feel her tension begin to soften. We stayed in silence, breathing together.

Soon the need to experience her was blinding. Even though I tried not to, my mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to taste her, to feel her, to hear her sounds of pleasure. I traced my palm slowly down her back. She curled her fingers into my shirt at my side. She stiffened and her breath quickened, but she didn’t protest. On the way back up her spine, I used just my fingertips. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She was fidgety, slightly rubbing her hip into my erection. She must have felt how hard I was. She must have known I was aching for her. Somehow I continued with the soft touch on her back even though I desperately wanted to grip her hips tightly and squeeze her body against mine. I had the strangest urge to squeeze her to me until our bodies were one thing. I heard the slightest sound of pleasure hum through her chest. My heart lurched, the sound shook me. She shifted slightly and nuzzled into me. I swallowed hard; I was at my breaking point.

“God, I want you so badly.” I breathed. Her eyes shot up and she looked sternly at me. “Is this too much for you?” She said as she sat up, creating a bit of distance between us. Her absence was painful. I felt the addiction to her in my veins. Craving washed over me. “No, no, please” I begged her. ” I want more, not less.” I sat up to meet her, searching her eyes. “I can handle more.”, I said as I rubbed my hand slowly up her thigh. “Let me carry more for you,” I whispered as I bent my head and touched my lips to her neck ever so slightly. She tensed once more, fighting the energy, fighting the urge to give in, but she didn’t back away. I took this as a green light. With one hand pressed to her back and one griping her thigh, I leaned into her, lowering her onto her back on the couch slowly. I shifted and hovered above her just out of touch. “Let me be your relief tonight.” I whispered into her ear. “Please”.

With that last little earnest request, she became undone. “Okay, yes.” She whispered. I felt the energy shift, opening and expanding, pulling me under into an even deeper intoxicating desire. She gripped my arms and trembled like a leaf trying to maintain control as her energy transformed the air in the room. I wanted to fully possess this moment and show her how hungry for her I was, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her body underneath mine on the couch. I brushed my lips down her neck to her collar bone. Her head fell back to give me better access and she let out a sound, a mix Ankara escort bayan of frustration and pleasure. “oh my god” she whimpered and squeezed my wrists. The energy contracted with slight hesitation. “Wait, maybe I should…” she started to protest, anxiety rose around her as she became frantic to hold onto control. Continuing on could mean being past the point of no return for her. I could not wait to get there, she still needed a little more assurance.

I paused and let up a little. “You can go, we can stop, we can slow down”

I managed to say. I can’t even believe I was able to say that out loud. It would have killed me to see her leave. She didn’t make a move to leave so I continued brushing my lips softly across her chest and nuzzling my forehead to her bare skin.

“Or stay. Let go, it’s okay, I’ve got you. This is what you wanted me here for.” I reminded her.

She nodded her head just slightly, breathlessly, and relaxed back onto the couch. I nodded back, determined to slow down and make this work for her. I could muster what little self-control I had left to make it feel good for both of us.

I lifted her shirt over her head and undid her bra. I could have lost my mind right here just taking in the sight of her taut nipples, except I could hardly see her through my desire to touch her. My mouth watered and my skin tingled. I continued to undress her until she was lying completely naked, exposed, expectant on my couch. Her body radiated heat as her chest heaved heavy half-breaths. She still had her reservations but I could tell that she desperately wanted my touch. At this point it, stopping now would have been torturous.

Her skin was on fire, her smell intoxicating. Every touch I placed with extreme intention, a mix of power and caress, slowly allowing her to unfold for me and relax into the intensity of the energy that we were building. I traced her sternum down between her breast as she arched up for my touch. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each time I touched her intentionally and with control, I proved to her my trustworthiness.

The touch was gentle but the result was electric like I was releasing a bit of steam where ever my fingers trailed. She sank a little deeper into yielding, and as she relaxed into my care I sank with her. We were drowning in this energy until there were no longer thoughts, just sensation, and intuition. I tasted her lips, her skin, her breasts, her sex. I took my time to explore her beautiful exposed nakedness with my mouth. I sucked her nipples until they were taught and tingling. I dipped my fingers into her velvety center, marveling at the reactions I got as I sought and found her G spot. I watched the edges of her body Intensify with orgasm and then soften as my heart pounded and my body begged for more sensation. The feeling of her wetness closing around my fingers had me buzzing, and like a phantom touch, I could almost feel her around my cock. It was agonizing.

I followed the feeling of desire to every inch of her body with my hands, my tongue, my intention. She opened to me so that I could feel the full extent of her burden of desire. She moved with me expertly. The amount of pleasure I was receiving from just feeling her was bordering on painfully intense. So much sensation I didn’t know what to do with it. I gripped her to catch my breath and survive the intensity when it rolled in heavy, and then continued with her unfolding when it was manageable. The tides went that way for what seemed like hours.

I had her taste on my tongue, her orgasm dripping from my chin and my fingers, and I was elated but I was not yet satisfied. My cock was still hard and the need to be inside her weighed on me like rocks. She was breathing easier now, comfortably easing back into her body. The energy exchange had shifted and I was carrying more of the desire now. It was eating me alive. How had she ever managed this on her own before? I swallowed, shaking with need as I continued to taste her. Dipping my tongue into her as she climaxed again. She looked at me knowingly. I looked up at her from between her legs with hot hollow eyes.

“Can I have you?” I said, kissing her inner thigh. “let me make love to you, please.” I whispered as my thumbs spread her wide to give my tongue better access. “I need to feel you stretched around me,” I said gripping her ass and pulling her sex further into my mouth. I had never been bold enough to vocalize like that before. This time, begging for what I wanted felt like life and death.

I lost track of how long I had been devouring her. Her body became my source of life. I loved the taste of her ecstasy. She whimpered her consent for me to take her fully, running her hands through my hair. I was so ready to take her and she was so hot and wet. I pulled her body under me and entered her gently, slowly, feeling every bit of her resistance with control as she rippled with pleasure. Escort Ankara Her eyes darkened and transformed into hollow primal portals. She was no longer seeing me or the room. She was seeing and connecting with the cosmic energy we had created together.

Finally, at last, I felt at home. Her energy rippled around us. Her nails raked my back as I bottomed out, pushing fully into her again and again. It was euphoric. I have never felt any feeling like being fully inside of her. I got the exquisite pleasure of building her need back up with the strokes of my body inside of her. The sounds she made vibrated like a base in my chest. I moved slowly and deeply, rhythmically in sync with her until I felt her energy change. She bent her knees, pushing her hips into me hungrily with every stroke. Her hands gripped my back to pull me to her as I picked up speed. The peak was even more intense than anything we had experienced yet that night. She covered us in intense desire. Her body released and convulsed around me in her biggest orgasm yet. It set me on fire. I felt heat flood through my spine and with her body clenching around me, I finally got the release I was craving.

I collapsed onto her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her neck as she stroked my back. We laid like that, dripping in sweat and other juices, catching our breath for a while. My body buzzed. I blinked my eyes and tried to orient to what planet we were on. We were still on the couch! Eventually, I rolled onto my back and rolled her onto my chest. She straddled my hips with her head on my chest. I still felt the little aftershocks of whatever just happened. I could tell she did too because her breath came out in little whimpers. I grabbed a blanket from the couch and covered us. In minutes she was asleep still laying on my chest. The energy in the room had returned to normal. The energy in my body was completely depleted. The sun was almost up and the full moon was fading. I slept like the dead.

The next morning I woke with a start. She was already up looking bright and sunny. We had made it to bed at some point during the night and I was lying naked under the covers. She sat next to me on the bed and handed me a glass of water and a few little pills. “what is this” I asked. Vitamins, apparently. I suppose I would need them after that night. “Thank you,” she said sweetly. I laughed and rubbed my face in disbelief. There were no words I could find to respond to this goddess of cosmic energy letting me be a part of her process and then thanking me after.

She felt great, refreshed, relieved. I, on the other hand, felt bone tired. She left and I slept most of the day. When I got up I grabbed my calendar and marked the full moon down for the next full year, being sure to clear my schedule for that night and the whole next day each month.

Months later I stopped hearing from her. She got into a rhythm of self-care and needed less and less from me. I was surprised when I saw her sitting alone at a coffee shop with her computer open in front of her the next year. I felt it right away when I walked into the room. I didn’t have to check my phone for the lunar cycle but I did anyway. It was a full moon.

I caught her eye and that pretty much confirmed it for me. She was struggling. I had no choice but to sit down beside her. We still had that magnetism. Hey! I said although I didn’t really have to say anything at all. She looked up at me, frustrated at first, but then sighed and greeted me back. I gently traced a fingertip over her hand. She looked terrified. I smirked. There was less urgency now than there had been the first few times. I took more liberties and decided to tease her a bit more. The fact that it was in public was new. The fact that we had not seen each other in a while was also a little new. This reunion was a happy accident. I was just starting to feel the effects of the energy sharing but I had a little more control over it, even now. I dipped my finger into the whipped cream in her cup and licked it off slowly. She narrowed her eyes, scoffing at me. I could feel her mix of arousal and disapproval, it made me giggle a little.

“So what’s the plan? Want to get out of here.” I said casually stroking the top of her hand. She flipped her palm over to give me more skin access. I covered her palm with mine and she immediately interlocked with me. We both felt the wave of desire grow. She was in it further than I thought. She spoke in a husky tone, low enough for no one to overhear.

“I do need to get out of here, but I don’t think I could make it very far. I’ve been sitting here waiting for this to die down for a minute but I haven’t gotten ahold of it yet.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes and darkness flashed over them. She smirked and whispered, “I have a better idea” and then got up out of her seat.

I watched her walk to the bathroom in disbelief, but I followed shortly after. My heart was in my throat and I have to admit I was a little nervous at first. Doing this in the privacy of my house is one thing, but in a public bathroom is a whole different thing. It is definitely not my style to cause a scene in public, but seeing her there after a few months, feeling the edges of that energy, god I couldn’t say no.

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It was late Wednesday morning and Amber had already completed her daily duties. Other than Cindy, everyone else in the small office was away at a training conference. Cindy had spent a good portion of the morning preparing quarterly reports and was much less chatty than usual. Given the scowl that appeared on her face when her cell phone rang and the subdued hissing that could be heard after she retreated to her desk, Amber suspected something was up with her ex.

To give Cindy some privacy and take the rare opportunity to listen to music, she put her earbuds in, turned on some classic Enigma, and loaded up Excel. She had some ideas for how to improve the team’s data processing and wanted to surprise them when they came back from the conference. As Gregorian chants and breathy French vocals interwove amidst a backdrop of Euro-electronica, the spreadsheet began to fall into place. The sensual nature of the song also got her reminiscing about Katelyn’s visit the night before.

******

“Okay, girl, any ideas on what you’d like to get?” Kat asked as she opened the laptop and slid closer to Amber so they could share the screen. The electronic glow lit her up as she opened a browser and typed in a website. A classy storefront greeted them with white, black, and accents of strong pink. An elegant font proclaimed ‘Aphrodite’s Bow’ across the top while pictures of models posing in various forms of lingerie were displayed below. “This is that new place over on 16th street. It’s really nice.”

Amber sat back on the couch and curled her feet up next to her as she leaned against Kat and looked down at the screen on her friend’s lap. “God, I don’t know. Hmm… I mean, I was thinking of some more panty and bra sets. He liked the ones I had on the other day.”

“Well, that’s a good start. But I was wondering if you wanted to get anything else. Maybe expand your horizons?”

“Maybe,” Amber said hesitantly. “Though I don’t really know where to start. Sorry. I guess I’m too much of a nerd.” A look of disappointment crossed her face. “I’m a lingerie virgin.”

Katelyn looked over, concern in her eyes. “Amber… you’ve always been brainy and I know we often throw around the term ‘nerd’ for fun, but I’m going to pull the Caring Best Friend card and nix the negative self-talk. Just because you haven’t really thought about it for yourself doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. Everybody starts somewhere and you’re starting here.”

Amber looked up from the screen and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, this is supposed to be fun.” She closed her eyes for a second and collected her thoughts. When she opened them, she smiled and explained, “I guess what I’m trying to say is, while I obviously know what lingerie is, I’ve never actually contemplated it that much in terms of purchasing it for myself. I mean, with the dearth of boyfriends, I’ve never really needed to. It’s always just been one of those things that couples like you and Aaron look at. When I’ve gone out with you before, I’ve just been mentally focused on helping you determine what looked good on you.”

“Well, getting something sexy for yourself can be all the need you need, no special ‘other person’ required. But that’s a conversation for another day. Let’s see if we can narrow it down a bit.” Kat turned the computer away from Amber, opened up a new tab, and typed some parameters. When she finished, she turned the screen back so Amber could see. “How about these?” she asked with a devious smile.

The page was filled with women in black leather. A fair number included chains and spiked collars. Riding crops were also a very popular accessory. Amber grimaced. “Yeeeeaaaah,” Amber said drawing the word out. “That’s a hard ‘no’ for me.”

Kat laughed. “I figured. But with all the boundaries you’ve been pushing of late, I thought maybe you’ve completely derailed from the Amber I know. She smiled over at Amber and gave her a nudge with her elbow. “Okay, so no Biker Bitch or Dungeon Dom.” She closed the browser tab.

“I think I’m more of a ‘satin and lace’ kind of girl,” Amber explained with a grin. “More like ‘sex in front of the fireplace’ rather than ‘boot on the neck of my Sub’.”

“There’s the Amber I know.” Kat opened a new tab and began typing as she spoke. “I can picture you in a cabin somewhere, stone fireplace, goin’ to town on a nice blanket on the floor.”

“Yeah, that sounds pretty awesome,” Amber said, glancing over at the gas fireplace in the corner of the room. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as the one in the fantasy. She paused for a moment in reflection. “Oh, and Elise said I could totally pull off ‘Sexy Librarian’,” Amber noted, adding air quotes for emphasis.

Kat paused, her finger stopping on the trackpad, and glanced over again. “Oh?” She looked Amber up and down. “Yeah, she’s right. Definitely put that one on your To-Do list. Though that wouldn’t work for Thursday, what with the hiking and all.” She reverted Ankara escort her gaze back to the computer and began opening links into some new tabs before pausing again and glancing over. “Spencer’s sister said that?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” Katelyn muttered, briefly raising her eyebrows. “Didn’t you just meet her? That seems a bit forward for someone you just met.”

Not as forward as when I kissed her during my emotional meltdown. Amber felt herself blush and cleared her throat. “Oh, uh, well, she is pretty forward, but it wasn’t like we’d just met. It was Sunday night when I went up for dinner. She’d helped me with the swimsuit and we were talking. I was all nervous about the evening and had made a comment about how I wasn’t like her—all confident and sultry. Or something like that… Anyway, that’s when she said I was cute and could nail it as a sexy librarian.”

“Huh.” Kat had a somewhat introspective look on her face as she stared across the room, the laptop momentarily forgotten. “Well, that’s an odd and unexpected feeling,” she murmured to herself.

Amber sat up and twisted slightly so she could look at Kat’s face more easily. “What’s odd? That I was nervous or that she said I was cute?”

Katelyn snapped out of her inward thoughts and looked back at Amber. “Oh! No, no, that’s not what I meant at all! Sorry, I was referring to myself. I was really happy that someone gave you a compliment you deserve and… um… then found it tinged with a hint of jealousy.”

Amber tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowed. “You? Jealous? Of what?”

Kat abashedly glanced away for a moment before she looked back and exhaled through pursed lips. When she spoke, it was rapid as if she wanted to get it out and move on to something else. “Well, I know it’s not right, but I was a bit jealous that someone else was thinking you were sexy too. I know that’s utterly wrong of me and I’m rather disappointed in myself for even thinking it. It just caught me off guard is all.”

Wait, is she jealous that Elise was there to support me that night? It was highly unusual and surprising to hear Kat admit jealousy. She was normally quite confident. Maybe it’s just nerves from the test combined with us not hanging out much recently. “Hey, no worries,” she said, reassuringly while giving Katelyn’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “You’ll always be my Number One Besty. No one’s replacing you. She was just trying to help me feel better in the moment.”

Katelyn cleared her throat, her fist covering her mouth and hiding a flash of embarrassment. When she removed it, she was smiling again. “So aaaanyway…” she strung out the word to change the conversation. “Shall we get back to our research?”

“Sure,” Amber quipped, turning back to the laptop.

Which of these do you like?” Kate turned the screen again and clicked through several tabs, each depicting a different style of lingerie. She sounded back to her normal self. “I want to figure out what kinds of styles we should focus on, not necessarily a specific color or design. That’ll be next.”

Amber took the laptop and perused the pictures, occasionally clicking between tabs. “Hmm, not really into teddies or the bodysuits. Camisoles are nice, of course. And maybe some of the chemises.”

Kat nodded. “Okay, let’s go back to Aphrodite’s Bow.” Now that Amber had the laptop, Kat leaned her head closer to Amber’s to better see the screen. Amber could feel the movement of Kat’s breath against her neck. It tickled.

Amber switched back to the storefront and clicked on some filter options. “Ooh, that’s cute,” she said pointing to a burgundy camisole with ribbon weaving back and forth up the front to end in a petite bow.

“Yeah, it is. And I have this one here,” Kat chimed in, pointing to another. “It’s quite comfortable.”

The two women began looking through the variety of clothing and talking about various pieces. Occasionally, Kat would make a suggestion, sometimes in seriousness, other times just for fun. As they progressed, several items were placed in the shopping cart as a holding option. Just as Amber was about to click on the cart icon for a final review of her choices, Kat interjected. “Hold on. Can I see the laptop?”

“Sure.” Amber passed it back over, her curiosity piqued.

“So, before we go into the final choices, let me make one more suggestion,” Kat said, her eyes on the screen as she typed. “Don’t peek.”

Amber turned her head away and looked across the room. “Now you’ve got me wondering. You aren’t looking up more hardcore stuff are you?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Not vinyl bodysuits or maybe furries?”

“Ha!” Katelyn responded. “No, this one’s serious. I think this would be a good option for you. Hold on, I’m trying to get some quality results… Ahh, here we go. You can look now. What do you think of these?”

Amber turned back to her friend and looked at the screen. The search results filled the screen Ankara escort bayan with women wearing bustiers and corsets. Amber flashed back to the memory of Elise coming down the stairs the first afternoon she’d met her. Her heart gave a slight twinge. “Yeah, some of these are really great. I like these here,” she said, pointing to some elegant black and white artistic pictures.

“You want to look for one?” Kat asked hopefully, the cursor hovering over one of the links.

Amber thought about it a bit. “Hmm, well, maybe someday. But not right now. I think that might be a bit much for me at the moment.”

“Oh. Okay.” Kat sounded a bit crestfallen.

Amber looked up at her friend and saw the expression. “But I’ll tell you what, let me build up my confidence a bit and we can look for one soon. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Kat said, her disappointment rising back into a smile. Just as she switched the tab back to Aphrodite’s Bow, something caught Amber’s eye.

“Hold on, go back.”

“Change your mind?” Katelyn returned to the search window.

“Yeah. I mean, no. I mean… I thought I saw…” Sure enough, about three-quarters of the way down the page of search result images, a familiar sapphire eye gazed out from the screen. “Wow, what are the odds of that!”

Kat tilted her head with a raised eyebrow. “Of… what?”

Amber pointed to the stamp-sized picture. “I think that’s Elise.”

Kat dropped her gaze back to the screen and clicked on the picture to bring up the source. A photo spread from a cosplay site filled the screen. The high-definition image depicted Elise casually laid back against a scarlet Victorian divan. One shapely leg, ringed by a black garter, extended from the high-cut, brown velvet brocade skirt, the knee bent so the leather calf-high boot rested on an adjacent ottoman. The other leg, open just enough to draw the eye inward yet not reveal a hidden treasure, extended from the front of the couch with the boot on the floor. A strapped burgundy corset hugged her torso and enhanced her cleavage while a black choker necklace with a gear motif beckoned the observer to steal a glance downward.

White linen sleeves ended at the top of the corset leaving the shoulders bare. One arm lay along the back of the couch with the wrist resting on her upward knee, while the other hung lazily over the front corner, a pair of brass binoculars dangling by their strap from one finger. A brushed leather top hat banded in matching burgundy capped the ensemble, sitting slightly askew the waterfall of dark auburn hair cascading over the side of her head and partially covering the left side of her face. Her left eye was partially obscured amidst the tresses, but the sapphire blue of her uncovered right eye stared directly at the camera while a sly smirk played across her burgundy lips. The entire pose was utterly nonchalant and yet there was no question about who was in complete control.

Kat let out a low whistle. “Shit! That’s Spencer’s sister?”

“Yeah. She’d mentioned she’d done some cosplay work. Guess we found some.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” Kat growled while staring at the screen, her eyes flickering around the image and taking in all the details.

Amber chuckled. “Yeah. I was kind of intimidated by her at first. Well, okay, I still am a bit, but she’s really cool and friendly. Hopefully, you’ll get to meet her one of these days; I think you’d really hit it off. Let’s look at some of the other pictures.”

They began clicking on other photos in the spread. They all depicted Elise in various poses in the same clothing. The majority were in the same room, but some were outside near an ornate fountain. Kat opened some of the other albums, but they depicted different models.

“Well that was cool,” Amber said after they had spent some time perusing the photos. “Bookmark that site. I’ll have to ask her about that.”

Kat clicked on the keyboard. “Yeah, I’d like to hear about that too. I love that clothing. It’s so high-class and sexy at the same time.”

“I know, right?” Amber replied. “She went to a steampunk-themed party the other night. She was dressed all in blue. Maybe we could ask her if there’s another one and all go sometime.”

Kat turned her head with a surprised look on her face. “Is this the same woman I had to practically beg to go to Steve’s party the other night? And five minutes ago said that a bustier might be too much?”

Amber shrugged. “Okay, yes, I never said I always made sense. But after looking at that… I don’t know. It could be a lot of fun if we all went as a group. I’m guessing we wouldn’t have to worry about drunken chicks Jell-o fighting in the kitchen. Plus, it would be fun to all go together and look at clothes. I bet she’d be good at it.”

Kat nodded. “Yeah, let me know what you find out. I’d be interested in that. And speaking of shopping…” She switched the window back to Escort Ankara Aphrodite’s Bow and the two women began discussing each item in the cart, slowly narrowing it down to a handful of choices before Amber entered her credit card information. They decided she would go over to Kat’s house for dinner the next night before heading out to pick everything up from the boutique.

******

Amber paused her music and popped off her earbuds as she arched her back into a long stretch and quickly blinked her eyes. Rolling her shoulders to try and reduce some of the stiffness, she contemplated the work she’d done. She’d made good progress, but she also wanted some of the older data that wasn’t on the network drive just to make sure her calculations were still accurate. But that means pulling files out of the back room. Ugh… and entering it all by hand! God, what a slog that will be!

She couldn’t hear Cindy’s harsh whispering anymore and glanced around the corner. She wasn’t at her desk, so Amber assumed she was in the bathroom. As Amber made her way back to the file room, she contemplated the idea of scanning the files in, converting them to readable text, and then writing some sort of script to pull the data she needed and populate a text file for an easy copy/paste into the spreadsheet. She hit a roadblock when she realized she wasn’t entirely sure how to write the script. I wonder if Spencer would know.

Halfway through writing up a lengthy text explaining what she wanted to do, she started chuckling. Wow! Talk about massively overthinking the problem. By the time I figure all of this out, I could have entered everything manually. Twice over. With a sigh, she deleted the tome and replaced it with something much simpler.

AL: Hey! Just thinking of you. Excited about Thursday.

She waited a moment, but when he didn’t reply, she put her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. She glanced around the filing cabinets, her shoulders slumping. “Well, no time like the present,” she lamented to the empty room and began the process of pulling out various manilla folders. With the privacy of the enclosing walls and the monotonous nature of the work, it didn’t take long for her mind to start wandering again.

******

After Kat had left and Amber was getting ready for bed, she thought about her purchases. She had been shocked at the final price tag and they’d had to move a few to the wishlist just to get it down to a reasonable total. But other than that, she was excited to try something new. She also discovered that the thought of Spencer seeing them on her had excited her more than she’d expected. Even more pleasant was the fact that the nervousness she’d felt Sunday night when contemplating swimming with him was gone. Well, that’s progress!

As she lay her head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what item Spencer would like the best, the soft sheets pressed against her skin. It wasn’t long before she started to feel a familiar tingling between her legs. Normally, she might have just tried to push it out of her mind and fall asleep, but tonight, she didn’t have any hesitation. Fuck it! I just want to feel good. She sat up and peeled her tank top off her shoulders, tossing it aside. She then reached down and slid her panties off and tossed them in the same general direction. Fully nude, she slid back into the sheets’ embrace, sighing at the sensation.

Restraining the urge to drop her fingers to her clit, she instead closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of the linens against her bare skin. They were warm where she lay, but as she slowly moved her legs around, the coolness of other areas of the bed awakened her nerves. She slowly flexed one leg and then the other, the fabric’s gentle shifts softly caressing her.

She slowly slid her hands under the sheets, palm up, the threads pressing against the pads of her hands with increasing tension. As the sheets and blanket tented, the edge near her chest receded down to the top of her breasts. When she dropped her hands back down to her hips, the sheets fell back against her body and warm air escaped against her chin, carrying with it an unmistakable odor of sex. She let out a small moan when she realized what it was.

Her hands rubbed against her bare hips, up her waist, and across her belly before crossing and dropping down on the opposite sides. She held her thighs together tightly as she gently flexed each leg, feeling the muscles tense between her fingertips. The pressure in her groin sent an electric wave coursing through her abdomen. There’s no one else in the house; let it all out. She sucked in her lower lip and let out a louder moan.

Her forearms began to uncross, her fingers splayed along her quads as they returned to their proper sides. But as they reached the inner edges of her legs, she brought them up vertically along her thighs. As they passed over her mons, she let out a small sigh. They desperately wanted to linger, but instead, she kept her hands moving up together, her fingers trailing up across her abdomen, up her sternum, until they parted and caressed her nipples. The flexing of the sheets had made them firm and she decided to enjoy the detour.

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It Doesn’t End There Pt. 07

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This story is complete fiction. All characters portrayed as engaged in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age or older.

The previous chapter concluded:

By the time the sun was going down and the Festival was drawing to a close Royce, Rags, Marlene and Phil were ready to fuck. They had been stimulating their partner all afternoon visually, by touching one another and holding each other close, by talking about what they wanted to do in the motel and by their public displays of affection.

Phil had made reservations for the room, so there was no difficulty getting in. Both couples were so hot that once they picked a bed each couple basically ignored the other couple, got naked, and fucked each other’s brains out, getting the first orgasm out of the way. Then they took a more planned approach to the night.

The story continues:

All four put on micro bikinis and went down to the pool. It was Rags who said, “One of the guys at the front desk was cute and was obviously interested in us girls. I think Marlene and I ought to stop at the front desk, take off our cover-ups and ask the desk clerk whether it is okay for us to wear these tiny swimsuits in the pool.”

“Sounds hot,” said Phil, so that is what they did.

Except, when they got there, Royce, who had not been involved in the check-in process immediately recognized the clerk. “Jake,” he said, “what are you doing here?”

“Working,” Jake replied. “I need to work this job until I get a better one or I finish school.”

Royce turned to the rest of the group and introduced Jake to them, telling them that he knew Jake from the University. Jake was a student there and was a member of a fraternity. Royce had been a member of a different chapter of this same fraternity when he was going to school. It was a fraternity made up of students going into various health care professions. Royce gave some support to the fraternity and was an unofficial mentor to a number of students including Jake.

After that introduction and explanation, Rags walked up to the counter, rested her giant boobs in front of Jake, looked him in the eye and said, “About using the pool: Is it acceptable for Marlene and I to wear these micro bikinis in the pool?” After asking the question she stepped back from the counter so that Jake could see her from head to toe, and slowly turned around so that Jake could take in the whole package. Marlene quickly caught on and turned around displaying herself to Jake as well.

Jake stammered a bit and said that if someone complained he might have to ask them to change into something a little less revealing, but for right now no one else was in the pool and they should make themselves at home.

Then Rags asked him what time he got off of work. When he replied that he worked until midnight, Rags said, “You know, all work and no play makes for a dull life.” She gave him a wink and the group of four proceeded to the pool. They played in and around the pool, teasing one another with their scantily clad bodies. As they were messing around Royce asked Rags what the, “All work and no play . . . ,” remark was all about.

Rags replied, “I was just thinking ahead. If you know him well enough that you think he’s a decent guy and responsible, later on tonight when you want to make me air tight, we’re going to need a third cock. He looked like it might be easy to talk him into it.”

They didn’t play around too long before going back to the room. Once they got back to the room, one couple would fuck while the other would sit on a two-seat couch and watch them as though they were watching a live porn show. Who would go first was decided by a coin toss. Rags and Royce went first. Their bed was well lit. The couch was moved into the shadows.

Royce and Rags began with fast dancing as they stripped naked (Rags kept on her heels, however). Then they slow danced, feeling one another up. From there they moved to the bed and fucked, oblivious to the other couple in the room. They fucked for a good hour, Rags coming repeatedly, and Royce coming once and then being brought back to life by Rags’ oral skills to continue fucking her until he shot his second load in her pussy (his third cum of the night).

They all took a bit of a break and had a little liquid refreshment. They talked a little bit about Jake. Royce had worked with him a little bit and thought he was a straight shooter. He and Rags put on their bikinis and cover-ups and went down to the front desk to talk to him.

Rags began. “As you have probably guessed, we’re here to have a little fun between consenting adults tonight. As consenting adults having fun, we are clean of any STD’s. We were wondering whether you would care to join us in having fun when you get off of work.

“If you do, we will expect you to be clean or else to have and use protection. Figuring you are a fellow medical professional, I trust that I don’t have to spell out for you what that means. We will trust you to have and use good judgment.”

“If you choose to come up to the room, you’ll find the door open. Just come in. Ankara escort Use the shower. You’ll find a tiny men’s swimsuit on the counter. Put it on. It could be that you will walk in while Phil and Marlene are fucking and Royce and I are sitting on the sofa watching them. There will be a chair by the sofa. Come and sit on the chair and enjoy the live sex show with us until it’s over,” said Rags. “Then we’ll take a break and talk about how you three guys will go about making me air tight. When you’re done with me, you may get to do Marlene as well. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect,” answered Jake.

Rags and Royce returned to the room. They moved the sofa and chair so that it would now be in a darkened corner of the room and turned on the lights illuminating Phil and Marlene’s bed. When they entered the room, Marlene was in the clothing she had worn to the Italian Festival. She turned some music on and now it became clear that she was going to do an exotic strip dance. When she was naked except for footwear, she did a lap dance for Royce, then one for Rags, and finally one for Phil.

At the end of the lap dance Phil picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he inserted his cock in her. He walked around with her like that gently bouncing her on his cock as they kissed one another. Eventually he put her down on the bed. They started making love. While Royce’s time with Rags might have been considered as aggressive, masculine, hard driving fucking, what Phil and Marlene did was more tender and sensual but equally as hot in its own way.

For something like twenty years Phil and Rags had studied videos and books on sexual techniques. And Phil was a sensitive lover. So when Marlene was at the point where she was about ready to tire of one position or technique Phil would move them to something new.

Once Marlene achieved her first climax she continued to ride wave after wave. Phil had tremendous control and would bring himself almost to the point of climax and then just pull back a little so that he did not climax until Marlene was begging him to cum in her.

He filled her with his cum, and then relaxed with her until he came out. He moved down to her and started lapping at her pussy, making her all hot again. Then she cleaned off his cock, looked up into his eyes and said, “Fuck me up my shitter!”

She had prepared herself for this, and had so far fucked the night away with a butt plug in her ass to help keep her somewhat dilated for this. She got on her hands and knees and told Phil to pull the butt plug out. He did, then he lubed up her ass and lubed his cock and gently inserted himself into her. But this would not be so soft and tender. “Fuck me harder!” she demanded, and continued to do so until he was pounding her. Then she flipped over onto her back with her hips on the edge of the bed and had him stand on the floor with his cock in her ass and continue to fuck her. Finally he moved her up onto the bed, threw her legs back over to her shoulders and entered her ass from on top driving as deep as he could go. She convulsed in an intense squirting orgasm and he filled her with his next load of spunk.

Jake had entered the room about the time that Marlene had said, “Fuck me up my shitter!” He wasted little time taking his shower and putting on the swimsuit and saw about the last five minutes of the action between Phil and Marlene.

Phil and Marlene went to take a shower and Rags, Royce and Jake raided the refrigerator for drinks. Phil, Marlene, Royce and Rags had talked about what Rags had in mind about Jake joining them when they had had their last break. So they all knew what was coming.

Rags and Marlene would have a hot lesbian make-out session, getting them both hot and getting the men hot as well just by watching them. They would end the session getting Rags’ ass lubed up. Royce would get on his back and lube up his cock. Rags would get on top of him reverse cowgirl and insert his cock up her ass. He would fuck her ass for a while. Marlene would get Jake ready to enter Rags’ pussy by giving him a blow job. Then Jake would start fucking Rags’ pussy. That way she had a big black strange cock in each of her married holes.

Finally, she would turn her head to one side and Phil would feed her his cock. He would be kneeling with his knees off to the sides, and then Marlene would stand by him so that her pussy was in his face and he would eat her out while Rags was being made air tight. It took a while for Jake and Royce to establish a workable rhythm, but once they did Rags got into it and climaxed on the two cocks. Jake exploded in her pussy. Royce thought that he would probably be drained, but the sensation of Rags’ anal sphincter clamping down on his cock brought him to climax one more time.

Now it was just up to Marlene whether she wanted to try being air tight or not. She decided to go for it. Royce washed himself off especially well and the other guys washed carefully as well. She wanted Jake to be on his back. She mounted him cowgirl style, then leaned forward Ankara escort bayan and let him fuck her. This was the first time he had felt massive tits against his bare chest and he almost came experiencing that sensation. Then she wanted Phil in her ass. Royce put a condom over his cock before he put it in her mouth, and Rags stood before him as he licked her pussy.

“Did you ever think you’d be such a dirty whore?” asked Rags.

The question startled Marlene and the mental image of her being such a dirty whore brought about a climax. Her cunt clamping down on Jake and her asshole clamping down on Phil caused them to cum and shortly thereafter everybody was done for the moment. The two couples would need to regroup before they engaged in any more sex for a while.

The two gals offered to accompany Jake in the shower, “. . . to thank him for being such a good sport.” When they got done, both Phil and Royce took showers, too, and then went to bed with their partner for the evening. Before Jake left, Rags had gotten contact information from him. He was another very likely candidate to be a friend with benefits.

About 3 AM Phil and Marlene were awakened by Royce and Rags going at it. Just watching them for a few minutes got them excited and they started to fuck, too. When both partners were done, Royce suggested that they switch partners and fuck their partner with the other man’s spunk in them. About 6 AM Rags woke up Phil and they decided that they’d like to go back to their lover. No sooner had they decided this than Royce woke up and when Rags told him what she wanted to do, Royce was all for it. Phil got out of the bed and let Royce get in so that he and Rags could fuck. Phil got in bed with Marlene and tried to be gentle, without waking her. But she grabbed him by the hand and said, “Come piss with me.”

They walked into the shower, and once the temperature was adjusted, while the shower was splashing on them Marlene held her cunt lips apart, thrust her hips forward and started pissing on Phil’s legs. Phil got the idea, but he did her one better. He waited until she was done, then put her hand on his cock and said, “You aim.” She grabbed his cock and aimed at her pussy, then her tits. She turned around and aimed him at her ass. All the time she was giggling like a naughty school girl.

They washed up and went back to bed. Phil lubed his cock, figuring that Marlene’s pussy had been well used and could use a little help to keep her comfortable. After they fucked they went to sleep and didn’t wake up until about 9 AM. They fucked one more time. This time they set a timer. They fucked their lover for ten minutes. Then they changed partners and fucked for another ten minutes, then changed back to their lover and fucked until they were done. They cleaned up. The men wore dress shirts and ties and dress pants. The women wore skin tight mini dresses — like you would see a porn actress wearing in a scene where she is a secretary at an office.

They went to a restaurant and had brunch. They tried to be very conspicuous as they entered: Phil with Marlene, Royce with Rags. After eating they were very conspicuous about leaving: Royce and Marlene, Phil and Rags.

Now at this point in their marriage, if the objective of Phil and Rags had been to cultivate a few people with whom they could have some adult fun and in so doing, spice up their marriage, they had those people. There were Glen and Mel, Jeff, Royce, and now, Jake with whom Rags would play. And in addition to Glen and Mel, Phil had Becks, Colleen, Lori and Marlene. Phil and Rags talked about it that Sunday and realized that they had to use these friendships or friendships with benefits carefully and not too frequently. Using a friend with benefits they likened to going to an amusement park. Every once in a while it was fun. But to the people who go there everyday it is just a job — the excitement wears off. Even riding a roller coaster every day would become less exciting over time.

But they had plenty of people they could turn to to spice up their marriage and at the same time give pleasure to the person they were with. They were feeling comfortable and content in their relationship to one another and in the friends with benefits relationships they had cultivated.

And then came the phone call. It was about 5 in the afternoon. Rags had been up for almost an hour. “Hello? Rags? This is Pat — Pat Williams.”

R: “What a pleasant surprise. It’s nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?”

P: “This is a little awkward; I don’t know how to put it.”

R: “You’re talking to a friend. There’s no need to feel uncomfortable. Just spill it.”

P: “Well, we saw you on Saturday — Matt and I — we saw you on Saturday and you were with other people except it looked like you were more with them than you were with one another and it was shocking — you know — we had never seen you like that.

“And then there was the way you were dressed — and the other girl, too. It sure looked like before the night was out you and Escort Ankara that guy and Phil and that girl would — you know — be getting it on together?

“And the way Phil talked, that is exactly what was going to happen, but you had planned it that way as a way to spice up your marriage. I never thought — we never thought – your marriage needed spicing up. But then to do it by having friends with benefits — it just kind of blew us away.”

R: “I’m sorry, I really am. But on the other hand Phil and I had to start pretty much on our own: independent and in some cases in defiance of what others thought about us. So we live life doing our own thing and letting the chips fall where they may. If you feel uncomfortable around us, we’ll try our hardest to keep the few unconventional things we do out of your sight and out of your hearing so that you don’t have to deal with what is essentially our problem. If that’s not good enough, you’ll have to tell me a little more specifically what is bothering you and we will do our best to work out something satisfactory for all of us.”

P: “What you just said would be good enough if this were still Sunday. But it’s Tuesday and Matt and I have gone far beyond that. As Matt and I talked about you two and what you were doing we realized that we never had spice in our marriage to begin with.

“You see, our marriage was one of convenience. Matt was totally engrossed in setting up and succeeding in his business. He needed a wife to assist in the social aspects of making his business successful. He did not want a family and did not really even want somebody to come home to.

“I, on the other hand, had experienced from an early age on, aggressive behavior of men toward me just because I was attractive. And that is putting it mildly. I should call it by its right name. It was criminally aggressive sexual behavior already when I was a minor. I told no one because those who abused me were mostly close family friends or even relatives and blamed me for being so well developed and beautiful for a girl my age that they just couldn’t help themselves. It was all my fault.. I learned to protect myself by becoming an ice queen. I only let that guard down when I was called upon to be the hostess with the mostest. Then I was role playing and I kept myself safely in public view at all times. The rest of the time I was the ice queen — with a few exceptions. Two of those most important exceptions were you and Phil.

“You seemed to have a comfort with your sexuality and with your sexual relationship with Phil that I wished I had with my husband. And Phil always treated me with respect. In fact the first time we danced it seemed as though he was afraid of me. He was one of the few men that I eventually came to wish that he would act a little more inappropriately with me — just a little bit.”

R: “I don’t quite know what to say. You are saying that you have talked this over with Matt, too? What are his feelings?”

P: “He is very much on the same page as I am. He has always been envious of Phil and the apparently sexual relationship he has with you. We are at a point in our marriage where we would like to have a sexual relationship with one another, but seem to be stuck in the rather platonic relationship we have developed over the years. And stuck may even be an understatement. Matt admitted yesterday that there have been times when he wished he found me to be as sexually exciting as he finds you. After seeing you at the Festival he was more turned on than he has ever been in his life. These are his words: ‘Rags was looking and acting like pure sex.'”

R: “I still don’t know what to say. Phil and I were pretty content with one another for about our first fifteen years before it seemed as though our relationship was getting stale and we wanted to do something about it. I will admit that interacting with other consenting adults has helped to spice things up for us. What did you have in mind.?”

P: “We were hoping that the next time you have a free weekend you and Phil would spend it with Matt and me up at our cabin on the lake. Then, over the weekend, we hoped that you and Phil would be sexy for us and with us and kind of mentor us into a sexual relationship. I’m hoping that you will show me that a girl can be sexy and not afraid. I’m hoping that you will be sexy in front of Matt and teach me to be sexy in front of Matt for the express purpose of turning him on and making him horny. We’re not saying that we have to become friends with benefits to do this, but if you think it would help we are ready to have you fuck Matt and will let Phil fuck me to give us a taste of what we have been missing all our years of marriage, and let us know that we are capable of having that enjoyment.”

R: “Wow! This is heavy. I never would have expected it in a million years. I’ll have to talk to Phil about this. The big difficulty for me is that I know my schedule for the rest of the summer and I have some Saturdays off and I have some Sundays off, but I do not have an entire weekend off all summer. I know Phil has some vacation days he can still take and I think a couple of personal days as well. Could Matt take off a Friday so we could make it a Friday and Saturday rather than a Saturday and Sunday? That would leave us two good days to go clubbing if we wanted to. Sundays are often a dud for going to a dance club.”

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The Parting

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Intro by Dom.

We were both 20 and about to break up.

We had met at college, and became an item almost immediately.

We got engaged, despite her oppressive parents…parents she hated, and who had left her upbringing to her grandparents for most of her life.

My parents had gotten divorced recently, and my dad got an opportunity to move to a different country, not too far from home, but far enough to start afresh.

We chose to go with him, after convincing my girlfriend that this was the chance to escape her parents and their destructive behaviour. My dad was happy for her to come along and share our new home, and our new adventure.

It had lasted only 6 months or so. Each day she appeared more sullen, more depressed. It didn’t help that I found work that kept me away most of the week. Leaving her with my dad as company. But he was not her family and she felt increasingly isolated and alone, she told me finally.

We argued. She told me she wanted to go back home and begged me to come back with her. She didn’t miss her parents, but she did miss and worry about her grandad she said. Homesickness had struck her bad.

I was too blinkered to want to understand what she was going through. I could not relate to why she wanted to go back, to waste an opportunity to create a life together in a new place, away from all that she had tried to escape from for years. I resented her wanting to go home. It felt like a snub. A kick in the balls. But she was adamant that she was going back home, with or without me – even though she didn’t want us to split up. She pleaded with me to go with her, but I acted like a real prick, and was cold towards her, told her to go. Told her it was over, and that I could not understand why she would chose to leave me and give up on everything that lay in front of us.

And here we were. The last night together before she was due to leave early the next morning for the journey home.

My dad had gone to bed early. I assumed he was trying to avoid the acrimonious atmosphere of our untangling relationship, and the raw emotion of that last night. He had tried to intervene on her behalf. It seemed she had been talking to him about it while I was away. He assured me it was OK for me to go back with her, that my future was with her not him, but I was stubborn, and resented him taking her side. God I could be self destructive.

There had been tears, and continuous pleading. At one point she said she had changed her mind and would stay, but for whatever reason I belligerently told her to go, she had made her decision, the damage had been done and could not be fixed. I will never understand why I said that. Why I acted that way. The best I could do years later was decide that I wanted to hurt her, because she had hurt me by wanting to leave, by rejecting our future together. Because I was immature.

I don’t know how it happened. But as the night wore on, and we talked; the small bedroom charged with emotion, the conversation took a strange turn. I can’t describe in a single word how I felt; it was a cocktail of resigned, fatalistic, curious, angry, heartbroken and oddly, extremely horny – and it was this last emotion that ruled my actions and my words.

As we would cease to be a couple in less than 12 hours, I asked her all sorts of strange questions, like I wanted to feel more pain, like I was willing her to give me a reason to hate her even more, so it would somehow help deal with the heartbreak. I wanted her to be the undisputed villain of the piece, so I could say “it was her not me” to those that asked.

“Did you ever cheat on me….did you ever play away.”

“What?”

“You heard…you might as well tell me now anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it.”

She glared at me. Fury on her face.

“No…no I didn’t.”

“Really…did you ever want to. Did you have the opportunity? Is there someone you wondered about, fantasised about and thought, what if?”

The more I spoke, the more I discovered that I wanted her to confess to some sort of infidelity, it just got to me, that thought of her with someone else, or an admission she craved someone else.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you ask that?”

I reached for her, and yanked her to me and kissed her hard…she resisted at first. Confused.

“What are you up to. You don’t get to do that anymore.”

I moved forward, pushing her backwards with my body weight, until she could do nothing but fall back on to the bed.

I lay on top of her, and she struggled. I kissed her again.

“I want to fuck you. One last time. One more night to remember you.”

I was lay between her legs now, my erect cock pressed in to her pubes through her little satin shorts from within my own sports shorts.

“I don’t know why, but I feel so fucking horny right now. I have to fuck you.”

My hand slid under her satin vest top and gripped one of her breasts.

“Please…one last time. I need something…anything. A goodbye.”

I could see the pain and sadness in Ankara escort her eyes, and perhaps pity. She made a decision and kissed me back letting me know it was ok.

The hand that had groped her breast, slid down to her shorts, and up inside them from one of the leg openings, and fingers touched soft downy hairs on her pussy.

She sighed as my fingers parted her and probed her labia and clit; getting increasingly lubricated as her arousal grew and my fingers sank deeper, then slid back and forth rhythmically.

“I’m going to miss this. You always were a great fuck.”

She didn’t answer.

I paused for a moment to strip off my shorts and t-shirt, my swollen cock felt harder than it ever had due to the emotionally charged circumstances. It felt somehow wrong that I was about take her for the last time. Almost taboo. I felt heady with power, with dark thoughts surging through my mind. I wanted to use her, do and say things I had never dared to before, I wanted to make it count, get it all out there and leave nothing to regret.

I yanked her shorts down, almost tearing them from her, and then lifted her vest top over her head. She lay there naked. Expectant. And I thought a little bit uncertain of why she was allowing this to happen.

My head went between her legs and my tongue lapped up her sexual liqueur from her warm, pink, fleshy, pussy lips. I heard her groan. Her pussy smelled of sweet, sexual arousal, and the heat of her exposed skin washed over the tip of my tongue. She had a beautiful, tight cunt.

My fingers entered her again, as I continued to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. I frigged her cunt fast, and hard, almost cruelly. Within seconds she began to gush, juices squirting on my hand and on to the bed. She was trying hard not to yell out, or make too much noise to alert my dad of what was going on. Something she always had to do when we were fucking under the same roof.

I stopped abruptly, turned her over on to her side and spooned her. My cock slipped inside her clenched, sodden hole and despite the increasing urge to pound her hard, I slid my full length in and out slowly, but firmly. My left hand reached for her tits and her nipples.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I said as I slowly increased my speed, and in doing so heard her soft groans go up a pitch in tone, despite them being stifled.

“So, have you ever wanted to fuck someone else, but didn’t, or have you ever fantasised about another guy, but wasn’t brave enough to go through with it?”

Breathily she said. “Why, why do you need to know.”

“Well, if I’m honest…I mean I can confess now can’t I? My favourite fantasy is me watching you fuck another guy…it drives me crazy, watching him pleasure you, watching you respond to his touch and his massive cock…seeing you give yourself to him, wanting more, needing to be consumed by him, craving him.”

“Oh my god…”

She said it in a tone and in a way that left me in no doubt I had touched a nerve somehow, like I knew she had such thoughts and I had caught her out. It was as if she was imagining the scenes I spoke of in her head; and perhaps she was I concluded.

“Are you thinking of him now, are you thinking of what it would be like to be used by him? Well perhaps you might get your chance now.”

I slowed down, but I didn’t want to. I was desperate to fuck her deep, hard and fast…to slam in to her and spill my salty batter in her cunt, to leave my mark on her one last time. But, I wanted to keep probing verbally more, to keep her talking, I was more desperate to hear a confession, intrigued to hear what, or who, she fantasised about.

I withdrew, turned her on her back and re-entered her missionary style, looking in to her eyes. I stooped my head and kissed her tenderly; a kiss that belied our imminent parting, as my hips slowly ground my cock in her soaking wet pussy.

“Will you fuck him now that you can.” I whispered between kisses. “Will you make your fantasy a reality when you see him?”

For a moment there was silence. Then she spoke.

“No, no…I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t despite you being able too?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not…who is he.”

She shook her head, freeing herself of my increasingly fervent kisses.

“Tell me…”

I felt my anger growing, I wanted to know who she thought of, but couldn’t have.

“Just fucking tell me who he is.”

“No.”

The frustration inside me reached boiling point. I withdrew and turned her over again, this time she was flat on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow.

I changed tack a little, as I took her again from behind; my body pressing down on her, pinning her to the mattress.

“Do you play with yourself when you think of him, about him fucking you…do you finger your pussy, do you cum imaging his cock ploughing you…do you picture yourself playing with his rod, sucking it, caressing it…worshipping it?

I heard her moan, my words triggering more flashes of her phantom lover in her tortured mind…and Ankara escort bayan I knew her heightened arousal had more to do with my words and the images they conjured, rather than me fucking her.

“Do you…do you cum when you fantasise about being with him…about spending the night with him and screwing him?”

“Yes….oh fuck, yes…ok, happy now…yes I finger myself, yes I use a toy on myself and imagine its his cock, yes I think of spending the night with him and doing whatever he wants. And yes I cum when I think of him taking me.”

I didn’t even know she had a sex toy.

“I wish I had known this before…it would have been fantastic to watch you play with yourself, and tell me what you imagined he was doing to you. Or better still, watch you fuck him for real.”

She gave a strangled laugh. Almost manic.

“What? What is it.”

“I don’t think you would.” She practically guffawed.

“Why?”

Her head shook in the pillow, indicating she would not tell me.

I readjusted, and yanked her hips up off the bed roughly, so she was on her knees, then rammed in my cock.

I gripped her neck in one hand and squeezed, as I hammered her from behind, making her whine.

“Tell me….tell me who he is.” No reply.

My thumb went to her anus, and the tip was forced inside. She winced.

“Stop….stop now…you don’t do that. Not now, you have no right.”

“Tell me and I’ll stop.” I spat.

My thumb sank past the knuckle just as she blurted out..”Your dad…I fantasise about your dad. Now stop you fucking bastard. There…now you know, and I bet you wish you didn’t.”

I was shocked. It wasn’t the answer I expected. And I understood now why she couldn’t, or hadn’t taken it further. Couldn’t now because she would be gone tomorrow, and hadn’t I assumed, because of me.

To my surprise however, the thought of her riding my dads cock proved to be a massive turn on. I pictured her young supple, slender, hot body being serviced by the older, mature and experienced man who was my father – and became consumed with a lustful, powerful urge to witness it for real. Self destruct mode was now in full flow.

Since my mum and dad split, I know he’s had his fair share of pussy, and some of it much younger than him. Not jailbait, but 20s to his almost 40. To be honest, women had always found him attractive, something my mum sort of had to put up with. But in the end it was her who had been caught cheating, of having an affair with a friend of the family. I would never know if my old man had played away and taken advantage of the female attention he attracted and whether my mum acted as some sort of revenge, or if she got fed up of competing. Her lover was certainly not as appealing as my dad.

He had a look of Sean Connery. Same build and physique, same rugged, handsome looks, same colouring, slightly balding but it suiting him, and very hairy chest, legs, arms, and moustache, a sign of virility its said. And I know he his hung. Much bigger than his offspring. Something I did not inherit.

I came inside her, as thoughts of her in bed with my dad swirled around my head like an intoxicating smog.

I wasn’t done though. I couldn’t leave it there. I needed to keep her aroused now I had shot my load.

Quickly, I rolled her over on to her back again, and lay beside her, looking at her in shock. My fingers found her cum soaked labia and spread them, seeking out her little bud. Once located, I began to tease it, to keep her on the path to her own release…and hopefully more confessions.

Before she got the chance to speak first, I pressed on. My need to hear her answers urgent.

“Why him.”

“Really. You want to know…does what I just said not make you furious. Does it not make you hate me, despise me, or make you feel sick?”

“Actually, I thinks its hot. It turns me on.”

She stared in disbelief. My probing fingers forgotten for an instant.

“OK, seeing as you’re so interested, and seeing as you know now, and I wont see you after tonight, then I will tell you.”

“He is a good looking guy. He is mature. He is funny. He let me come along with you, to live with you, and the more time I spent with him when you were away, the more we got on. He consoled me when I was upset, he cared when you didn’t, or weren’t there. We got friendly, and even did a bit of harmless flirting, some teasing. You know, ribbing him about being a good looking guy, and saying he should get himself out there, and jokingly – at first anyhow – that if I wasn’t spoken for, I might have gone for the older guy. Just harmless stuff.”

“But as time went on, and I grew more lonely, and he hugged me to make me feel better, to feel safe, eventually I realised I was attracted to him. When there was just us in the house, I began to catch him looking at me also out of the corner of my eye, sort of deep in thought, and I suspected he wanted me too. When we watched TV together, and a sex scene came on, there seemed to be this tension hung in the air, an elephant in the room. Escort Ankara It was obvious he was undressing me with his eyes…wondering.”

“When we passed each other, or came close to each other after that, there was an electricity…a feeling, and it grew to almost danger point. To where something had to give. I began to wonder if he would act on it, try it on, or make a pass at me. But he didn’t. I thought about making the first move, but told myself it was wrong, that I couldn’t do that to you. I expect he thought the same, which is why he never tried anything. But I could tell I was in his head, I could tell he thought about me…and he was in mine. It was almost unbearable. I began to wonder what I would do he if did make a move, and what it would be like to spend the night in his bed, for him to fuck me all night. I wondered if it would be better, or different from you.”

“Oh. God….Jesus…mmm…don’t stop. I need to cum…ooh fuck yes.” She interjected before I continuing with the grilling.

“So what if he had. What if for example, he walked in on you after you had showered, or while you were in the shower…what if had come to your room in the night when I was away, and got in beside you. What if he reached out and pulled you to him and forced a kiss on you…what if during one of those sex scenes on TV, he ran his hand up your leg, under your clothing and began to stroke your pussy? I mean there are a thousand ways it could have happened. Would you have responded? Would you have given yourself to him if he tried…would you have taken his big fat, swollen cock (she groaned aloud at this) in your hand, in your mouth…in your hungry aching cunt?”

Despite herself, she yelled out as her orgasm exploded and tore through her body, as it spasmed and writhed in her release…”yes…oh my god yes…yes…I would…oh fuck..oh fuck me, yes.”

As the waves subsided I said. “Is that the real reason you are leaving, to get away from him, to avoid something happening between you?”

“It’s more like the reason I can’t stay anymore…I wanted to go before the attraction grew, before I thought of him that way. I am homesick, and the attraction began from him comforting me, caring for me, making me notice him as a man in his own right, and not just as my boyfriends dad. Now I think its fair to say, that he is probably another reason I can’t stay.”

I swallowed hard, barely believing what I was about to suggest.

“So why don’t you?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you go and seduce him…why not scratch that itch. As you said, you’ll be gone tomorrow, so why not go for it. What does it matter now?

“Are you for real…I mean, I thought you were heartbroken, I thought doing that would tear you apart, that it would drive a wedge between you and your dad, if we did something unspeakable, that me and your dad would be hated. I didn’t, don’t, want to be responsible for that, and I suspect your dad doesn’t either. I mean come on, would you really be OK with me wandering over there and fucking your dad all night…I don’t think so. I mean sure it sounds hot in your head, right here, right now, its giving you a hard on, and yes I suppose the circumstances mean it doesn’t matter as much anymore, but later, when I am gone, you have to live with your dad. Could you do that after seeing me with him?”

I processed what she said, and dwelled on it for a brief moment, but my cock was ruling my head and my heart and the only inane response I had was. “You know he’s hung right?”

She was taken aback. Bewildered by my comment.

“Erm…well yes, I do. Its not like that before you get the wrong idea. I was in the garden picking up some litter that had blown in and I just glanced up and saw him in his room in front of the mirror after he showered. (The house is a large bungalow on a hill). I don’t think he knew I was there, maybe he did thinking about it now, but I could see him…it…in the mirror. And….”

She cut herself off.

“Go on.”

“Well, oh shit…well he began to stroke it, to play with himself and I saw it grow..it was…well it made me shiver.”

(What she didn’t confess however, was that since that incident, she had also felt it pressed against her, as his dad held her as she sobbed, comforting her. And that his dad had known she could feel it, and was probably hoping she would respond to it, and make the first move. She almost had, especially when he pulled her tight, crushing the outline of his thick, long shaft in to her pubis and abdomen. It was the night both of them had come closest to giving in to their desires. She did not know how, but in the end she freed herself of his grasp, giving him a baleful look that hopefully conveyed to him “I want to so much, but we just can’t”.)

I reached for her tits, which had grown hard and swollen at the memory, her nipples stood to attention.

“You know you’ll regret it if you don’t…and you know he wants you too. Go on, I want you to, I want to hear you respond to his big cock, I want to see him take you and school you. I want to see you suck my old mans hard cock…you know you want to go to him…do it. There is nothing stopping you, but yourself. I’ll be OK…We’ll be OK…I want to see you with him. There will be no recriminations. Promise.”

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Kocama eski sevgilimin şehirde olduğunu ve bize uğrayacağını söyledim. Akşam eski sevgilim geldiğinde ise kocam horul horul uyuyordu. Yemekteki içeceklerle birlikte ona verdiğim haplar işlerini yapmışlardı. Escort Anadolu Yakası Eski sevgilim onun uyuduğu koltuğun yan tarafında beni sevip okşamayı bitirdiğinde ve sikini amıma sokmaya hazırlandığında ise kısa bir mola verdim. Kocamı tokatlayarak uyandırdım. Bilgisayarını da açmıştım ve siktiği kadınları dosyaladığı bölüme gelmiştim. Güçlükle uyanan kocama ‘eşini aldatacaksan gözünün önünde yapma mertliğini göster, saklama’ dedikten sonra eski sevgilimin oturduğu koltuğa gittim ve onun yarağının üzerine çıktım. Üzerinde hoplamaya başladığımda ise kocamı daha çok çıldırtmak için sesli çığlıklar atmaya başladım. Sonuçta eski sevgilim kocamın gözü önünde, oldukça hareketli ve gürültülü biçimde beni sikmiş oldu. Sonrasında kocam bu olayı ve kendi videolarını eskiden yaşanmış seks hikâyeleri olarak kabul edip yola devam etmemizi önerdi. Kabul ettim ama her ihtimale karşı eski sevgilimle görüşmeyi de sürdürüyorum.

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I was home alone and bored, so I turned on my laptop. I went on to Lush, to read a few stories to get me in the mood but the battery was low and I had left the charger up stairs. Running up the stairs and I went into my bedroom. I soon realized that I would have to come up here soon anyway, so I sat on the bed and started reading. I went on my favorite section; Lesbian. I came across a story that took my interest and read. It wasn’t long before Kurtköy Escort I my hand found its way in my jeans. Taking off the belt, I unbuttoned and let them fall. I left my thong on; my favorite red one. Laying on the bed, I continued to read and rub my pussy sending tingles of pleasure through my body, but it wasn’t enough. I got up and open my bottom draw and pulled out my vibrator, it was small but powerful.Climbing Kurtköy Escort Bayan back on the bed, I turned on the vibrator on. I glided it over my clit and circled it. My moans of pleasure echoed in the empty house. I forgot about the story and closed my eyes and fantasied.I took my thong off, and placed it at the side of me, and continued. I could feel the pleasure building, but yet it wasn’t enough! Escort Kadıköy I got up and searched my bottom draw; the place where I keep all my toys. Something caught my eye, and made me wet just looking at it. It was a bright pink dildo about 8 inches long. I picked it up and made my way to my bed.I removed the quilt and sat down I continued with the vibrator and turned the power up. This drove me crazy. I began to suck on the dildo, then placed it at the entrance on my pussy. I teased myself as I put about 1 inch of it in then I took it back out and sucked on it. I liked the taste of my own pussy juice. I couldn’t take it no more and thrusted all 8 inches in. I arched my back in pleasure, then began to slowly fuck myself with it.

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Max and I were enjoying our staycation. Going away on vacation would have been nice, but having my whole apartment to ourselves was really just as good. We were only a couple of days into it and had settled into a comfortable routine. Tonight we made dinner together. Just something as simple as cooking, talking, and laughing made the night fly by.”What now?” I asked.”I think we go straight to bed baby,” Max said with a smirk, taking my hand and walking to my bedroom.”Am I being punished by having to go to bed right after dinner?” I asked, laughing.”No but that can be arranged,” he said playfully, swatting my ass.Once inside my bedroom, I asked, “What should I wear to bed?” So far we İstanbul Escort had just torn each other’s clothes off before bed and ended up sleeping naked after ravaging each other. But now we were calmly going to bed like I imagined couples who lived together did, so I didn’t really know what I should put on. I didn’t own any sexy lingerie, and when I stayed at his place I usually slept naked or in his T-shirt. Now I was home and had lots of options, so I wanted to know what he liked.”Whatever you normally wear to bed,” he responded. I pulled out a sleep tank top and shorts. Were we just going to go to bed or have sex? I had no idea but I didn’t really İstanbul Escort Bayan care; I was just happy to be spending this whole week with him.Max stripped down to his boxer briefs and we climbed into my bed together. We just lay there tangled up with each other talking, while our fingers danced lightly over each other just reveling in our closeness. I figured we’d talk until we both fell asleep but before I knew it, his cock was getting hard.”Oh wow, baby, you’re ready?” I asked with a giggle.”Always with you,” he said, kissing me.”We weren’t even talking about anything sexual!” I said.”Doesn’t matter,” he said, “You make me hot. Your Escort İstanbul eyes, your voice, the way you smell. Everything.” That was so sweet. Was he falling for me as hard as I was falling for him? I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt this way about a man, but here I was absolutely taken by Max.”Awww,” I said, kissing him and reaching over to his growing cock in his boxers. “Which way?” I asked hoping he’d know by how much I wanted to please him just how deeply I felt about him.”This,” he said, getting up and flipping me on my stomach and pulling my hips up so I was on all fours. Doggie style! Nice! I knew how much guys liked that position but I never had an orgasm that way.”Come here,” Max said as he pulled me back into his cock.”Mmmmm,” I said, liking how he filled me up differently in this position.”This feels good,” he said, pumping in and out slowly. Then he leaned his body over my back to reach his hand around. “This feels good too!” he said, gliding his finger over my clit.

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