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Morning pulled me from my sleep. Leaving me confused. At first I had no idea where I was or what was going on. By the time I worked out that I was lying on my side in a bed; I also realised that someone was lying behind me with their arm over my hip with their hand clumsily fumbling in my pants. It was this pulling at my cock that had yanked me out of my sleep.

Through the drunken haze I realised that I had an almighty morning hard on. Yet in front of me, lying on their side, was somebody else. Somebody I was spooning. Somebody who was wearing a white bra. Somebody who I had placed my hand on their hip and I had placed my fingers tips underneath the tops of their knickers. Not exactly sexual but certainly intimate. This somebody was not my girlfriend. I guiltily pulled my hand free of their underwear, trying hard not to wake them.

I began to recall falling into bed with my girlfriend, Lucy, and her best friend, Clare, all of us in our underwear. It was Clare who was lying in front of me. It was Clare’s knickers I had slipped my fingers into. It was Clare who I was spooning. Therefore it was Lucy who was fumbling with my cock.

I had the hard on of all hard ons.

I rolled over and looked into my girlfriends lust filled eyes. Before I could whisper, “Morning baby!” she had my pants down, freeing my cock. Both her hands gripped it and started pumping.

“Calm down! You will wake Clare!” I whispered.

“But I am so horny and you are so hard! Did you enjoy seeing Clare in her undies? She has fantastic tits hasn’t she?”

Now, I did not know how to answer. Seeing my girlfriend’s best friend in her underwear was fantastic; but, did my girlfriend really want me to say this?. So I let out a questioning, “Huh!”

“I bet you wanted to see her naked?”

Again I looked into her eyes as she pulled at my cock and muttered, “Huh!”

“Did you want to fuck her?”

Now I really felt in a dangerous no win place so I quickly Escort Sincan squawked, “Huh.” My girlfriend asking these questions was a real turn on; but as my girlfriend had passed out I wondered if she remembered last night.

“Do you remember much of last night?” I casually asked.

“What like us getting drunk?”

“Huh!”

“Like us getting into bed?”

“Huh!”

“In our undies?”

“Huh!”

“You getting a massive hard on seeing Clare strip off?”

I thought I had got away with that – but still I answered – “Huh!”

“Me playing with your cock and Clare watching?”

“Huh!”

“Making you get ridiculously hard!”

“Huh!”

I was not far off cumming. I could feel it building up. My girlfriend wanking me after being frustratingly turned on last night, waking up and seeing Clare in underwear infront of me, the thought of Lucy playing with me with Clare lying next to us and the thought that Clare might wake up and watch us was all just too much and I was close to the point of no return.

“Do I remember saying she could play with you?”

“Huh!”

“Ohhh, that is a give-away. As I said that your cock twitched, big boy!”

“Sorry … do you mind?”

“No… it was just touching …wasn’t it?”

“Uhh huh!”

“Did she put her hand in your pants?”

“Huh!”

I slipped my hand into the front of her knickers. Her passion forced her hips towards my fingers and she moved her legs to help me get access. She was really turned on. Her juices covered my fingers. As her lips parted I grazed her clit. It was really aroused, and she shuddered at the slightest touch.

“Did she make you cum?”

“No!” my voice was turning to a squeak.

“No wonder you are so tuned on.”

“Did you touch her?”

Now I was really in trouble. So pushed my middle finger into her and said, “Not like this.” Curling my finer back on itself I could feel her bumpy g-spot. She virtually Sincan Escort panted at my touch.

“I want you in me!” Lucie panted.

“We can’t not with Clare next to us – we will wake her!

“If we wake her she can tell us to stop! Or she can watch! But I need your cock in me now!”

I took my hands out of Lucy’s knickers and rolled ontop of Lucy and over onto the other side, so we could spoon and see Clare at the same time. Pushing her knickers aside Lucy pulled her legs up to her chest. My cock could not have slid in more easily. But as it did I looked at Clare. I was sure she moved. I was afraid she might awake. I was afraid she would not wake

Lucy twitched. Lucy groaned. She was close to cumming. I pumped into Lucy so slow, so carefully, so as not to wake Clare. The previous evening and this morning activites meant I was already close to cumming too. I had my hard cock in my girlfriends dripping cunt, she was touching her clit with fingers touching the base of my cock, and I was about to cum with her best friend right next to us.

I saw a movement from Clare. I was sure Clare was about to look at my hard cock covered in my girlfriend’s juices as it slid in out of her cunt. I pulled the duvet down just to make sure she could see if she opened her eyes. I was so turned on. Then I felt my girlfriend bits tighten around my cock as she convulsed into an orgasm, it sent me over the edge. As she clenched I shot streams of cum into her.

I pulled out. Rolled over her and I rolled back into the middle and looked at the non-moving back of Clare. As I wearily put my hands out to my side my little finger glanced off the back of Clare’s lacy illicit knickers.

My girlfriend tuned to me and said, “That was wild. I was so turned on. You were so turned on.”

I smiled to myself, and ungentlemanly, fell fast asleep.

I woke to being bounced about. I opened my eye and saw Clare looking at me. I smiled, she smiled Sincan Escort Bayan back. I turned to look at Lucy. Lucy smiled too. I was the last to wake.

“Morning big boy, “said Lucy did we have fun last night.

I suddenly remembered out morning fuck. Putting my hands by my pants I realised that my cock was out of my pants. I had no idea what I was dreaming or whether it was being in bed with two women but I was hard.

“I was just saying to Clare that it was fun sleeping in here last night. So she said we should sleep here all weekend. Is that ok with you?”

“Do I get to sleep in the middle?” I asked.

“If you want, big boy!” Lucy replied.

“Great. I’ll go and get the cases then from the other room.”

“in that case I am going for a shower,” Clare said. “Lucy would mind making us all a coffee please?”

Suddenly, we were all out of bed. Standing there in our undies. I had a hard on but felt less embarrassed after last night. Lucy dived downstairs to get the coffees and I got the bags. As I went passed the bathroom I could hear the shower running. I imagined Clare naked in the shower. I got back into bed and Lucy came back with the coffees. We were busy finishing our cups when Clare came back in wrapped in a huge towel.

“I’m next,” squeaked Lucy and off she dashed.

I was alone with a naked Clare. Well a naked Clare wrapped in a towel. She drank her coffee and we made small talk. I wanted to see her naked. My mind was urging her to take the towel off. Then I wondered if she was stalling so I said, “Do you want me to leave while you get dressed?” I really wanted to her to say no!

“You know it is a bit odd. But after last nights fun and games and with us sharing abed all weekend you might as well stay.”

She put her hand into her underwear drawer and said, “What knickers should I wear?”

She held up an opaque thong and some see-through big knickers. I wanted to see her in her see-through knickers but they were unflattering so I said the thong. Then with her towel still around her she pulled up the knickers. Then with her back to me she put on the matching bra. She looked amazing; but was I ever going to see her naked?

To be continued …

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I’d like to thank my readers for their patience as I work on sequels to my chapter stories. Until then, here is a little something I hope you enjoy. I’m not usually a fan of switching perspectives, but I felt it worked well in this case. Thank you, and as always, feedback is appreciated.

Miranda

I can’t believe it. My mother can be so infuriating… just so embarrassing. It’s like she lives her life just to torment me.

Here’s what happened: We were out having a cup of coffee after going shopping at the local mall. I was home from college on Christmas break, and everything was packed. But we were lucky enough that just as we got our lattes a table opened up and we quickly grabbed it. A four seat table and there were just the two of us and our bags, so we piled our coats and purchases into one of the chairs, happy to be able to sit down.

It’s not that I don’t like my mother, of course. I like her a lot actually. She’s always been supportive of me when I needed support. Also, I have her to thank for my good looks. We’re both medium height with a slightly curvy build. My C cup breasts and slimmer waist slide fairly well into a size 6 dress. Her breasts and ass are a bit larger than mine, but I’m only 19. When I’m 43 I hope to look as good as she does.

My dark curly hair and blue eyes are hers as well, but I wear my hair longer, usually pulled back into a loose pony. At a quick glance one might think we were sisters.

As we sat in the shop, I looked up and saw my former high school English teacher at the counter collecting his cup of coffee. Mr. Applegate. He didn’t notice me, and I wasn’t about to flag him down. I didn’t do particularly well in English. Reading books takes way too much time, and in high school I had much more important things to do, like go to parties and chase after boys.

Ok, I know, that sounds shallow, but I was 17. Isn’t everyone shallow at 17? I’m better now that I’m in college.

Anyway, Mr. Applegate collected his cup and turned toward the packed coffee shop looking for a table of his own and not finding one.

My mother looked up from her phone and saw me staring toward the counter.

“He’s a bit old for you, isn’t he?” she said seeing my former teacher standing there but not knowing who he was, “He is attractive though.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “God, mom, he was my English teacher my senior year, Mr. Applegate.”

Hearing his name he cast a glance in our direction. He was attractive, if a bit older, maybe my Dad’s age, mid forties. Dark hair speckled with a bit a grey, deep brown eyes behind dark rimmed glasses that just said “intelligence.”

I met those eyes and blushed in spite of myself. I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong, but of course I knew that wasn’t the case.

For his part, he looked a bit confused as he smiled back at me and gave me a little nod. Suddenly recognition dawned on him and his face relaxed a bit as he confidently made his way toward our table.

I had just enough time to whisper to my mom, “Don’t embarrass me,” before he stood next to our table saying hello.

“Miranda, right?” he asked motioning toward me, “Third period, two years ago. You sat on the far right of the class.”

“That’s right,” I said a bit shyly, “But I sat on the left.”

“Your left,” he chuckled, “my right. Everything looks different when you’re in front of the room,” he paused a moment before adding, “and things also look a bit different when you’re not in front of the room.”

He seemed to stare right through me, with a bit of a smirk on his face. The attention made me a bit uncomfortable, but also warm. He was clearly flirting with me, and what more of a sign of adulthood could I ask for than having a former teacher suddenly look at me in that way? Or was I imagining it? Had my mom put ideas in my head?

I glanced at my mom and that forced him to do the same. “This is my mom,” I said. She extended her hand and he took it, introducing himself.

“I’d like to say I’ve heard a lot about you,” my mom said, “but Miranda never talks much about school even now. You know how teens are.”

“Indeed I do,” he responded, “all too well. Don’t worry though, she’ll no doubt grow out of it as she matures.”

I suddenly felt so small as they talked about me as a child. Clearly his “flirtation” was all in my head. I’m mature enough to be on my own at college. I am 19, after all. I wanted to crawl under the table until he left. Instead, I heard mom say, “You’re welcome to take a seat at our table.”

“Normally I would never intrude,” he responded looking around at the crowded coffee shop, “but circumstances are that I have little choice. Thank you.”

He moved to the chair next to me, which contained some of our shopping bags, which I now had to move out of his way. On top of the pile was the iconic pink bag of Victoria’s secret, and as I reached for it, his eyes landed on it. He glanced up at me with that smirk that I’d come to dislike.

“Been doing some shopping, I see.” There it was again. Escort Ankara Was he teasing me? Was that an innocent comment about he sheer amount of bags we had, or was it specifically a knowing glance that said he wanted to know what I might have been buying at the lingerie store?

My mom spoke, oblivious to the possible implications, “Christmas is coming, you know? Can’t have Christmas without rampant consumerism.”

He laughed as he took a seat next to me. He motioned to the Victoria’s Secret bag confirming to me his interest as he said to my mom, “Is lingerie high on Santa’s list this year?”

She laughed and gave a bit of a blush herself, “Well, we girls did deserve to buy ourselves a little something after being so generous.” Oh my god, my mom was now flirting with him. What was she doing? She was married, after all. “Besides,” she continued, “Is lingerie ever for the woman who wears it?”

He shook his head and gave a non committal shrug, “I suppose you’re right about that.”

“After all, Miranda may still technically be a teen,” my Mom said matter of factly, “but I can’t very well expect her to dress like a child now that she’s in college, can I? If she wants sexy lingerie, I can at least make sure she has good taste.” I must have been bright red with embarrassment as I gave my mom the dirtiest look I can muster.

She looked at me and shook her head dismissively, “Relax, Miranda, Mr. Applegate knows that women wear lingerie. It’s not like you’re a kid anymore.”

I felt like dying.

For his part Mr. Applegate just sipped his coffee, letting the scene unfold in front of him. He glanced over at me, and offered a soft smile, obviously sensing my discomfort. “So Miranda,” he changed the subject, “How is college going? Enjoying your classes?”

I nodded silently, still too mortified to actually say anything. And then, without warning, I felt his hand pat my knee under the table and give it a little squeeze before removing it.

It was a comforting gesture, or it seemed like it; a kindness in the face of the mortifying comments my mom was making. On the heels of a conversation about my underwear choices, however, I wasn’t sure. Maybe he was taking liberties with me. But then, why not make a clearer move? Besides, what was he going to do? Feel me up under the table? In public? In front of my mom? The gesture drew me out of the hole of embarrassment I had fallen into even if I didn’t quite understand it.

“Have you chosen a major yet?” He continued his line of questioning, putting us back on a more teacher-student setting.

“Actually,” I answered, hoping to impress him, “I was thinking of creative writing.”

His eyes lit up. “Well, well, I didn’t know you were a writer.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted, “but I took a class as part of my gen ed requirements and really enjoyed it.”

This was news to my mother, too, who raised an eyebrow and said, “Great, you’ll be living with your dad and I for another ten years.”

I scowled and was about to say something, but suddenly there was his hand again. This time resting on my knee and making a small rubbing motion with his fingertips. I should have said something, or at least removed it. It seemed so… inappropriate.

But I didn’t. I liked it actually. It was comforting and exciting all at the same time. This older authority figure had taken my side, but was also touching me in front of my mom without her knowing. Sure it was only my knee, but still. It was like, our little, adult secret.

As these thoughts swirled in my head, Mr. Applegate spoke, “Actually the ability to read and write is highly prized in the job search. English majors do fairly well on the job market if they prepare themselves for it by taking advantage of their school’s career services center.”

That was exactly what my adviser told me! So I chimed in, “Yes, and I’ve already seen about applying for summer internships this year.”

“See,” Mr. Applegate said to my mom, “You have nothing to worry about. You’ve raised a fine young woman with a bright future.”

Of course his hand was still resting on my knee. Did it slide higher on my thigh, or was that just my imagination?

Mom, no doubt feeling a bit chastised with Mr. Applegate’s defense of me, decided to change the subject back to something she knew well.

“I see you haven’t been shopping today,” she said raising herself up and noticing his absence of bags. At that he quickly removed his hand signaling that he knew my mother would not think his touching was so innocent.

He laughed softly, “The holidays are pretty quiet for me. I’ll see some friends on Christmas Eve, but otherwise, I prefer to spend the time reading. I don’t get a lot of chances during the school year with the workload they put on us these days.”

“You’re not married? No kids?” my mom asked intrusively. I could see him tense at the personal nature of the question.

It was my chance to turn the tables a bit, and I placed my hand on his knee, and gave it a little pat. I was so nervous, practically Ankara Escort trembling, my heart pounding. But at the same time I couldn’t believe how forward I was being! Was I signaling a desire to go further than simple comforting touches? Did I even want that? A part of me did, but maybe just to spite my mom. He was attractive though.

I let my hand rest on his knee as he spoke, “I was divorced a few years ago,” he said evenly, “And we never had kids.”

“Mom,” I said, “Why don’t we invite Mr. Applegate over for dinner? He seems like he could use a night out.” I smiled at him as he looked at me, genuinely surprised by my suggestion. “Besides, I could show him some of my writing and get some feedback from him. That is,” I gave his knee a squeeze, tilted my head, and smiled, “if you wouldn’t mind.”

He smirked again, but only for a moment, before turning to my mom and saying, “Well, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Mom gave me a puzzled look and then relaxed. “Not a problem at all. Why don’t you come tonight? I’ll text you the directions.”

All the plans were set, and we were on our way home. My mind was spinning with possibilities. My high school English teacher had seemed clearly interested in me and was now coming to my house for dinner. God, was this becoming a thing? I guess it could be if I wanted it. Or, I don’t know.

Suddenly I was so embarrassed for having touched his knee under the table. What if he really had meant his gesture innocently, and I reciprocated by coming onto him like some silly college girl with daddy issues? And now he’s coming to dinner!

When we got home I went to my room, closed the door, and laid back on my bed, staring at the ceiling reliving the moments at the coffee shop over and over. But as I did, as I thought through the possibilities, wondered at his intentions and my own, I noticed that more than embarrassed, I felt increasingly turned on.

I let my mind drift back to his hand on my knee, imagined it running up my thigh. As I did I traced my thigh myself with my own hand. I thought back to being in his class, how he would clean his glasses with a lens cloth while making small talk with the more engaged students in the front center.

I imagined his eyes falling on me. I imagined him staring at my legs as I wore my field hockey uniform with its pleated skirt above my knee.

As I fantasized in my bed, I licked my lips and undid the button on my jeans, sliding my slim hand inside.

Back in my imagination, he asked me to stay after class. He chastised me for teasing him during his lecture, for making him lose his place. I professed innocence, but he took my shoulders and turned me around, bending me over his desk.

Back in my room, my fingers had slid over my bare mound and found my very wet slit. I pushed my hips up into them as much as I pushed my fingers down. I bit my lip as my breathing increased in an effort to keep myself quiet.

I imagined Mr. Applegate flipping my skirt onto my back, taking hold of my panties and pulling them down, but only half way, only to my knees, trapping my legs and exposing my ass to him. I pleaded with him, “Mr. Applegate, this is wrong. You can’t do this!”

Oh God, why does imagining myself begging him to stop make me so wet?

I imagined him taking hold of my hips and sliding into me just as I sank my middle finger deep inside me. He’d press so hard, so deep. Stretch me so perfectly, and I’d be so wet, he’d take me easily.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered into the emptiness of my room as I quickened the pace of my finger. I ground against my own palm as I finger fucked myself thinking of my former teacher. I was getting so close.

The images began to flicker, the narrative become lost in my need. The scene bounced from him fucking me in his classroom, to the memory of his hand on my knee, to the thought of cumming in the coffee shop in front of my mother. It was a menagerie of sexual thoughts and feelings, all helping get oh so close to release.

And then I heard the door handle click. My eyes shot open and I ripped my hand from my pants just as my mother poked her head in the room.

“Taking a nap?” she whispered, seeing my half lidded eyes look in her direction. I just nodded, unable to speak without giving away my breathlessness. “Well,” she continued, “don’t rest too long, Mr. Applegate will be coming soon.”

I nodded, and she exited my room. I let out a big sigh and briefly considered going back to what I was doing, but the moment was lost, and it would take a bit of time to get back there. Instead I needed to get ready. I wasn’t sure what would happen, but I knew I wanted him to look at me and wanted something to happen.

Mr. Applegate

I debated about whether or not to cancel. It was a very kind offer of Miranda and her mother to have me over for dinner, but really I don’t know what I was thinking when I accepted. Actually, that’s not true at all. I know exactly what I was thinking and it had everything to do with my hand on Miranda’s firm young thigh, Ankara Escort Bayan and her petite hand on mine.

It had, admittedly been quite a while since I had sex, but still, a student? Well, former student anyway. The first time I placed my hand on her knee, it had been a natural response to her mother’s attempts to embarrass her, a sign of sympathy. But once I touched her leg, encased as it was in the soft cotton of tights, the same kind of tights I see students wear daily. Showing off firm legs and tight asses and driving not only boys their own age wild, I just wanted to push it a little.

And then she responded in kind. Was she hitting on me, or merely trying to offer a return bit of comfort in a difficult moment? It was precisely the kind of thing young people do. Trying out the moves of adults, trying them on, not fully aware of all of their implications.

Or maybe she was aware. Inviting me to dinner had been her idea after all. I don’t know. Every bit of my 47 years was telling me that I was been foolish to even entertain the thought, but still I dressed for an evening out. I even shaved for the second time that day, in order to look as presentable as possible.

Even at 47 years, I had stayed in pretty good shape. I didn’t have my high school physique, of course, but a flat belly, and just enough age to make me look distinguished without making me look ancient. But who knows what young eyes see?

Of course, her mom had definitely been flirting with me, and she was an attractive woman in her own right. A kind of older version of Miranda, more confident, with fuller hips and breasts. I briefly entertained the thought of her, but she was married, and everything I knew said her husband would be at dinner.

My God, what’s wrong with me? It must have been a while, my thoughts were bouncing back and forth between mother and daughter uncontrollably like I was an oversexed adolescent. It was all foolish anyway. The only thing I was getting that evening was dinner. I told myself to stop imagining things or I’d make a fool of myself. I thought again about canceling.

When I arrived at the door, I was greeted by Miranda’s mother, who insisted on giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek in what I had known as a very European thing to do.

“So glad you could come,” she smiled as she took my coat. “Miranda is still upstairs, you know college girls, no doubt, always taking forever in front of a mirror.”

I smiled awkwardly. Suddenly I felt like I was Miranda’s prom date. I tried to shake the feeling from my head as I followed her mom into the house to the den where a man about my age was sitting reading news stories on a tablet. Miranda’s mother introduced me to Miranda’s father.

He stood and extended his hand, “So you’re Mr. Applegate, Miranda’s high school,” he paused, “history teacher?”

“English, actually,” I replied shaking his hand. His hair was a little thinner than mine, and his belly a bit rounder, but all in all I was struck by how similar in age we were. I never really thought about how students must see me, but it struck me that I was old enough to be Miranda’s father. Of course I knew this, but having seen her father the fact hit home like cold water in the face. What was I doing here?

“I’m not much of a reader, actually,” he said a bit smugly, like he was proud of the fact, “But I can see why some people might enjoy it.”

I was struck a little dumb, trying to find a reply that remained polite but also expressed how ill considered his opinion was, but looking past me he blurted out, “There she is… about time.”

I turned to see Miranda descending the stairway, and for the second time in a few seconds was left speechless.

She wore a blue dress that flared into blue and black pleats with a hemline just above her knee and black tights. He dark hair fell loose to her shoulders in slight ringlets of curls.

She smiled when she saw me, but not a warm welcoming smile, a mischievous smile which said she knew what I was thinking.

Of course she knew. I did a terrible job of hiding my reaction as I stood staring at her slack jawed. Her father was behind me, luckily, so he would have to guess my thoughts without the benefit of my expression, but I suspect, being a warm blooded male, he knew very well my reaction.

“A bit overdone for dinner at home, don’t you think?” he grumbled to his daughter.

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head in the most charming way. “Dad, we have company. It seems only polite to put some effort in on his behalf.” She walked up to me and took the lapels of my sports coat into her hands, “Besides, I knew Mr. Applegate would dress for us.”

I stepped back a bit uncomfortable at her sudden forwardness in front of her father. Smiling awkwardly I turned to her father and said, “So, what kind of work do you do?”

He eyed me a bit suspiciously, but seemed to relax when he saw me backing away from Miranda. “I’m a loan officer at a bank.”

I nodded as if that meant something. As is often the case I had nothing more to add. He didn’t read, and I didn’t care the least bit about finance. I glanced around the room looking for something to talk about, something to occupy my attention other than Miranda’s hemline, which I fear my eyes were darting toward far too often.

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Thanks to papaya_lynne for editing and help with the story.

5. The Challenge

Kelly knew she was being watched when she pulled into work. She retrieved her purse, her lunch, and her water bottle from the Explorer, closed the door, and started down the sidewalk to the front door of the building. She was half way to the building when the lights on a Honda Accord flashed when she stepped in front of it. She stopped, turned, and looked at the building. She heard someone knocking on glass and watched her reflection shake in the fifth window on the ground floor. ‘So that’s where he sits.’ She turned and continued into the building.

Bob knew from the smirk Kelly had flashed at his office that she was in the mood to play. He completed his morning routine and headed for the john. Kelly was standing in the lobby of the building talking with a male coworker.

“What are you looking at, you big geek?” Her smile indicated that this was her idea of ‘playful banter’.

“You know,” Bob said as he smiled and walked around her into the restroom, “you keep parking your broom in the handicapped spot, you’re going to get a ticket.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped in mock surprise. The smile in her eyes assured Bob that he had not pushed her too far.

Kelly pushed the door open and walked out into the sweltering heat of the day. She looked up and saw Bob sitting on the hood of his Honda. “Can I carry your books, little girl?”

Kelly stopped in front of him. “What makes you think I want you to?”

Bob stood up and held out his hand. “Because you didn’t say ‘no’ immediately.”

Kelly handed him her lunch bag and started looking for her keys as she headed for her car. “You’re pretty confident. You better be sure your ass can cash the checks your mouth is writing.”

Bob fell into step right beside Kelly. “Oh, I got all kind o’ skills that you ain’t seen yet.”

Kelly unlocked her door and got in. “Oh fuck you.”

“Your place is closest.” Kelly turned and saw the challenge in Bob’s eyes. He handed the lunch bag to her through the open door.

“Prove it.” Bob sprinted to his car as Kelly barked her tires leaving the parking lot. Ten minutes later, he was sprinting up the walkway to her apartment. The door had been left open. He walked in and slammed the door behind him. Kelly was again standing in the middle of her living room. “Let’s see what you got, looser!”

“Take your clothes off.” He grabbed his button-down oxford at the center of his chest and, with one yank, sent buttons flying all over Kelly’s apartment. “NOW!”

Kelly started removing her clothes quickly. “Oh. The big, strong man is gonna rip my clothes off.” They were both naked quickly. Bob advanced on Kelly like he was hunting her. She backed against the wall, but the challenge on her face never wavered. “You gonna give me your best shot?”

Bob reached down and grabbed her left leg at the knee and picked her leg up. Kelly gave a little yelp as she reflexively reached out to his shoulders for balance. “Are you excited?” Bob’s left hand went straight to her sex. “Let’s see if you’re ready. Oh, you’re nice and wet, aren’t you.”

Kelly snaked a hand down and grabbed Bob’s cock. “Is that all you got for me?” She stroked it softly. “You better bring your ‘A’ game today, buddy.”

Bob slipped Kelly’s knee up to his elbow and reached down to get her other leg. He hoisted her up off the floor and slid her down on his cock. With three strokes, he was completely buried inside her. Bob pinned her to the wall and began to pound her with all his might. Kelly started back with the verbal abuse through clenched teeth. “Give it to me! Give me that cock! You got nothin’!” Bob thrust into her relentlessly. He was able to stave off his impending orgasm by trying to knock her pictures off the wall. Bob fell into a rhythm as their bodies slammed together. “Is that all you got? Is that all you gah…ahh…AHH…AHH!” Kelly’s nails sought blood as they dug into Bob’s back. The added stimulation sent him over the edge as well. Bob grunted repeatedly as he filled her with his cum.

Bob released Kelly’s right leg. His legs were shaking as he disengaged from her. He eased down on the floor, gulping air. Kelly sank to the floor and nuzzled Bob’s neck. Bob finally managed, “How’s…that?”

“Damn.”

“Thank you. You’re…amazing.” They sat on the floor naked, trying to get their breathing back to normal. The silence was comfortable, not needing to be broken. Bob only spoke when the afterglow faded away. “I’d like to upgrade our relationship…if that’s ok.”

Kelly pulled back and looked at Bob’s face. “What do you want to upgrade to?”

“Friends…with benefits…if that’s ok?”

“You mean ‘fuck-buddies’?” Bob was surprised at Kelly’s frank language and the smile that crossed her face.

“I wouldn’t have put it quite that xnxx way, but yes…essentially.” Bob’s face reddened.

“You’re determined to take this slowly, aren’t you?”

Bob rested his forehead against hers. “Yes, I am. I don’t want to rush into anything, and I don’t think you do either.”

Kelly sighed, “You’re right. You’re right.”

Bob stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “If you want to change our relationship to something else, or leave it the way it is, just tell me, and I’ll consider it.”

Kelly shook her head and pulled back to look at him. Damn, why does he have to do that so well? “No. You’re right. I just…I just feel like such a slut! I can’t seem to keep my fucking hands off you!”

Bob smiled. “You’re not a slut. You’re just a kid with a new toy. Come on. It’s 6:00. Let’s go find something to eat.”

They rose up off the floor and began searching for their clothes. Kelly did a quick mental check of what she had in the kitchen, and came up with a few things for one person, but nothing for two. “Uh, do you want to go out?”

“No, I can’t.” Bob was pulling his legs into his button-fly jeans. “I’m tapped out till payday. Two VERY nice meals will do that to you.”

“Oh, great. Now I feel like shit, eating you out of house and home.”

Bob walked over and put on his oxford, looking for the non-existent buttons. “Relax, Sweetheart. It was a bargain at twice the price.”

“Fine. We’re going out. My treat.” Bob had a hard time arguing with her because she was already out the door headed for her car.

6.Friends in need

Kelly pulled into the apartment complex and navigated her way to the front of Jane’s apartment. As soon as she killed the engine, Jane came running out the door. “Hi Kelly!” At least they would get an early start. They jumped back into Kelly’s car and headed out to the rental place.

“How big a truck did you reserve?” Kelly asked as they pulled out of the complex.

“It’s a 16-foot truck.” Jane was dreading the interrogation, but Kelly had agreed to help her move.

“Did you get boxes?”

Jane answered quickly. “I got the clerk at the liquor store to help me load them. We have plenty of boxes.”

“Great.” Maybe this was going to turn out better than expected. “How many people are coming to help?”

Jane balled up into a defensive crouch, and her voice got high and soft. “None?”

“WHAT!” Just as a ray of hope broke through the clouds… “You didn’t get ANYONE ELSE to help us?”

“Everybody at the office either had something else to do, or backed out yesterday.” She was glad she didn’t tell Kelly until right now; otherwise Kelly would have flown around the office browbeating people into helping her.

“You and I cannot move you out of that apartment by ourselves!” Kelly’s face was flushed, and that little vein in her neck started popping out. Jane was content to sit quietly in the passenger seat and let Kelly fume. Jane learned some new words during the remainder of the trip to the rental place, but she was sure that her mother would not be proud of her new vocabulary.

Kelly stopped Jane half way to the rental counter. “I have an idea. It’s a long shot, but if I get ANY shit from you, I’ll walk right now, and take any chance of help with me. Understand?” Jane just nodded her head. Kelly pulled out her cell phone and dialed while Jane filled out paperwork for the truck.

“Hello.” The voice sounded groggy, but she recognized it as Bob’s.

“Hi Bob. It’s Kelly.”

“Hi. How are you?”

“Fine.” Kelly hesitated. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

“Not really. I was going to do some light yardwork, then some light housework, then some Lite beer work.” Bob sensed the train coming toward him. Kelly didn’t sound cheerful. “Why?”

“I need a favor.” Kelly quickly explained her situation.

“…and so now you’re down to the bottom of the barrel,” Bob stated matter-of-factly.

“Please.”

It only took Bob a few seconds to realize that he didn’t really have a choice. “DAMN IT! You’re gonna owe me bigtime.” Bob moved through his house to the computer.

“You are a lifesaver.” Kelly was sure she knew what was going to be required in payment, and that wasn’t entirely bad.

“No. I’m a complete sucker for a damsel in distress. What’s her address?”

Kelly read Jane’s address off the rental form. “Let me tell you how to get there.”

“No need.” Kelly heard keystrokes in the background. “Ok. I’ll throw on some clothes and meet you in about thirty minutes.”

Kelly hung up the cell phone and went to her car to wait for Jane to drive the rental truck to the apartment. They had pulled into the complex and parked when Kelly saw the familiar grey Honda Accord pull into the guest spot a few yards away.

Kelly gathered them both in front of the apartment and made brazzers introductions. “Jane, this is Bob, our resident knight in shining armor. Bob, this is my helpless and hapless friend, Jane.”

“The armor’s at the dry cleaners.” Bob managed to keep his face completely sober.

Jane reached out and shook Bob’s hand with feeling. “I really appreciate you helping us out today.”

Bob turned to the complex, eager to get moving. “I remember you from Winston’s Grill. Tell me, why is it that pretty girls always end up with pretty friends?” Kelly punched him in the arm a little harder than ‘playful’.

They opened the door to Jane’s apartment. Kelly began to feel her stomach tense up. She saw the liquor boxes stacked inside one another by the back door, but otherwise, the place was in perfect order. “Jane, are those all the boxes you have?”

“Yes. That’s plenty for all my stuff.”

Kelly nearly turned purple. “YOU HAVEN”T PACKED YET!?!?” Jane flinched like Kelly hit her. Bob collapsed into the easy chair, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, which only made Kelly angrier. Kelly was having a hard time organizing her thoughts so she could give Jane the verbal beating she so richly deserved.

“Wait, wait.” Bob had gathered himself enough to intervene. “We need the truck backed up to the front door. Jane, take some boxes upstairs and start dumping your stuff in them as fast as you can. You’ve lost the luxury of packing. Kelly, you might as well start in the kitchen. I’ll go move the truck.” Bob started out the door, giggling like an idiot as he went. He reflected that putting Kelly with the sharp objects and the breakable things might have been a mistake. Jane was presented an opportunity to get away from Kelly, and she beat a hasty retreat.

As Kelly clanked and rattled and crashed around the kitchen, she would look up every time Bob came through the door. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry. He moved deliberately and purposefully, but not quickly. When he had moved everything he could handle by himself, he asked for Jane’s help. All three of them had to pitch in to move the sofa. Lunch, which was the normal moving fare of delivered pizza and beer, was quiet. Bob was tired, Kelly was angry, and Jane was scared.

When they broke from lunch, Bob followed Kelly into the kitchen. “She didn’t ‘not pack’ at you. She made a mistake, and now you are really scaring your friend. Take it easy. Slow down, or you’re going to ware yourself out.”

“How can you laugh about this?”

Bob pinned her to the counter, wrapped an arm around her waist, and copped a feel of her ass while he nibbled at her neck. “We’re all going to laugh about this later. I’m going to laugh about it now.” As he disengaged from Kelly, he popped her on the ass with a loud smack. Bob’s smile was infuriating as he walked out the door, never slacking in his gate. Bob made it a point to be very annoying to Kelly during the afternoon. Every time he walked back in the apartment, he snuck into the kitchen to nibble a neck, or smack a butt cheek, or tickle a rib, or cop a feel. It quickly became dangerous for Bob to go in the kitchen, because Kelly would swing the nearest pot, pan, or utensil at him whenever he got near her. She worked very hard to stay angry between fits of the giggles.

Dinner time rolled around and the last of the pizza and beer were consumed. Jane was too tired to be scared any more, and Kelly was too tired to be angry. At eight o’ clock they put the last of Jane’s things in the truck. Jane put her hands on her hips and stretched her back. “Ohhh! I need a shower. OH FUCK!”

“What?” Everyone was too worn out to react quickly. Kelly was dead on her feet.

“I packed all my stuff. I don’t have any clothes, or toiletries, or anything.” Jane looked like she was about to cry.

“Get in your car and follow me.” Bob was already moving Kelly to the truck. Bob backed the moving van into his driveway, leaving only about a foot between it and his one car garage. He led Kelly and Jane into his house, eased Kelly onto his sofa, and headed down the hall. Jane just stood in the living room, numb.

Bob returned with a towel, a pair of boxers, and a tee shirt. “The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Bring me your clothes and I’ll wash them.” Jane came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later to find Kelly asleep with her head on a pillow in Bob’s lap. Bob’s breathing was slow and steady, but his head snapped up when he heard Jane approaching. “Do you need anything else?” Jane shook her head. “The guest room is the first one on the left. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bob. I can’t thank you enough for all your help.” Bob simply nodded as he pulled Kelly up off the sofa and lead her to the master bedroom. When he got Kelly to the bathroom, he removed his own clothes, and then hers. The hot water energized Kelly enough to get sikiş izle herself washed. After she had dried, Bob led her to the bed and put her in it naked. He slipped on a robe and gathered their clothes, starting one big load of laundry. Kelly was already snoring lightly as he slipped under the covers.

Kelly opened her eyes and tried to make sense of where she was. She blinked her eyes as memories of the previous day made her realize that she was in Bob’s bed. Bob. She rolled over and found Bob’s green eyes staring at her.

“Good morning.” Kelly stretched as far as she could and let go a yawn.

“Good morning. You were out like a light last night.”

“I was very tired.” Kelly blinked her eyes hard a few times, as if to make sure they still operated correctly. When she looked at Bob again, he looked troubled. “What’s wrong?”

“You.” Bob reached over and very carefully moved Kelly’s blond hair out of her face. “It would be very easy to just fall in love with you and take care of you.” Bob continued to play with Kelly’s hair.

“I don’t need ‘taking care of’,” Kelly said, a little less defiantly than she meant.

“You don’t need ‘taking care of’ very often, but you needed it last night.”

“You could fall in love with Jane. She needs ‘taking care of’.”

Bob chuckled. “Jane needs ‘taking care of’ all the time. That would get old fast.”

Kelly rolled toward Bob and kissed him softly. When Bob returned her kiss, she pulled the rumpled covers from between them, allowing their naked bodies to press together. Bob’s hands roamed over the perfect skin of her back until she pushed his shoulder, urging him onto his back. Kelly broke the kiss and began exploring down Bob’s chest with her hands and tongue. She felt Bob tense each time her tongue touched his chest, which she couldn’t quite understand. When Kelly’s tongue found his nipple, Bob yelped and roughly grabbed Kelly’s head. “Tickelish?”

“Very.”

“I’m sorry. Well…not really.” Her grin didn’t reassure Bob at all. “I’ll try to be good.” Bob released her head slowly and she resumed her explorations, only now she kissed instead of licked. As she neared his navel, she turned her attentions to his hardening cock. She wrapped her hand around it and brought it away from his body, licking it like an ice cream cone. Bob’s eyes closed as he concentrated completely on Kelly’s efforts. She placed the tip of his cock in her mouth and worked her tongue on the tender underside of the cap. Bob tried to stop breathing, and was only successful for about 20 seconds at a time. He gulped at the air when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. Kelly bobbed her head three times on his dick and then let it slip out of her mouth. She began to crawl up Bob’s body, making sure to slide his dick between her tits. She reached down and placed the head of his cock at her entrance and lowered herself down in one slow, smooth stroke. Bob’s moan caught in his throat, making it almost sound like he was choking. Kelly began rocking her hips back and forth slowly. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on metering her pace. Bob let his hands explore, rubbing her back, kneading her ass cheeks, and finally settling on her nipples, rolling them just a little in his fingers. Kelly didn’t last long under these conditions, and Bob reveled only for a moment in the excruciating pleasure that twisted her face as her orgasm shook her. Bob quickly exploded himself, and the sound of their breathing rasped in their throats as they struggled to recover. Bob pulled Kelly to him, and she relaxed her arms, allowing herself to be held.

“Thank you for helping us.” Kelly pulled her head back and looked into Bob’s eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Calm had returned to Bob’s face.

“Would you like to upgrade our relationship a bit?”

Bob furrowed his brow. “I think I’d like to leave it just like it is right now, if that’s OK?”

“That’s fine.” She started brushing his hair with her fingers. “Do I still scare you?” Kelly sounded like she was looking for facts.

“Yes, but not as much as when we woke up.”

“Good.” Kelly rolled off Bob and made her way to the bathroom. “We’ve still got a lot to do today.” When she came out of the bathroom, Bob handed her a pair of boxers and a tee shirt, and took his turn at the facilities. After putting on some clothes himself, they went to the kitchen in search of food. They found Jane sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice.

“I would have fixed breakfast, but I don’t know what you have, or what you like.” Bob pulled eggs and bread and milk and bacon and pans out, and asked Jane and Kelly to start breakfast. He stepped out of the room and returned after the dryer had started. With a good breakfast out of the way, Bob retrieved the cleaned and dried clothes. The three were on their way in twenty minutes time and spent most of the day unloading the moving truck into Jane’s new apartment. Jane was left with rooms full of boxes. Bob was left with dozens of sore muscles. Kelly vowed she would never help Jane move again.

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That first night is mostly crystal clear to me, even now, and sure it was intense enough to remain in anyone’s mind for a long, long time, but it has probably been imprinted so deeply because firstly I spent so long replaying what had happened in an effort to work out what had changed me, and secondly because Mikey and me mentally relived certain moments a hundred times during the weeks that followed pretty much every time we had sex. Together or alone, come to that.

On the surface there was obviously no question about whether I could still be called in any way prudish, but this is where it got weird for me. Fundamentally, my day-to-day values hadn’t changed at all – I still kept myself covered as I went about my work and my shopping and my nights out with Mikey or my girlfriends, and didn’t have any urge to show off at all. But…

But there was an urge to get wild again, to explore the new sensations that the Jess from that night with Lucas had tasted. It’s real hard to explain, even now, but it was like I had discovered an alternate ego, a hidden identity. Jessica Julie Jameson had found out that she was also Batgirl – or rather, Sexgirl.

That’s another thing, you see? At first I would have used a name like ‘Slutgirl’ or ‘Tartgirl’ but after a period when I had started to think of myself as a covert slut, I realised that nothing had fundamentally changed – that I was still the same old Jess – but that I was simply tapping in to a highly sexual part of me. Mikey referred to it as tapping in to the male part of me – one memorable comment he made was that it was “good to see you getting in touch with your masculine side”.

Like all good scientific approaches, experimentation was the key to understanding what was going on. I kept thinking about what had happened that night when Lucas had visited, and, when I’d stopped humping my hand or my boyfriend, I realised that there was a particular trigger, a threshold which, once crossed, opened up a whole new side of me. Or my puss, anyway.

I had let the little dress edge down my breasts and that had stirred excitement within me, but the big step – the difference between day and night, even – was the transition from a lot of cleavage to bared nipples. Once Lucas’s eyes had taken in the rigid pink buds – once my entire breasts were exposed – everything changed. Jess became Sexgirl and my inhibitions disappeared. Even my breasts changed, becoming ‘tits’. A door opened to my innermost desires and yet… and yet, my love for Mikey was heightened as well, and it was as much him I wanted to please in that state as it was me.

Not only that, but I knew without any shadow of doubt that I couldn’t make that transformation without him.

In a very real way, it was this last fact that I knew without any deep thought, and that was the starting point for all of my introspective naval-gazing. And my naval-exposing. The experimentation itself began just a week after the night with Lucas.

Mikey had prescribed a weekend in Brighton of all places, somewhere neither of us were known, and somewhere that was renowned for the wildness of some of its clubs and their patrons. Bless my lovely man, because even at the hotel before we went out that evening he was still trying to ensure that I wasn’t bout to embark on anything that was outside of my comfort zone.

“You’re really, really sure about this, princess?”

I adjusted the top of my new summery dress, ensuring that the neckline was sufficiently low to make me wonder how I’d even step up a kerb without my boobs falling out of it. “For the last time, Mikey, yes!” A laugh was added to make sure he knew I was taking his concern as affection rather than a nuisance.

“Well… good. And you do know that I would love you just as much if everything went back the way it always was before…”

“Before that night with Lucas, you mean? And yes, I do. Just as long as you know that I genuinely don’t want it to go back that way, that I need you to tell me honestly if I go too far the other way, and that your erection is ruining the cut of your new chinos.”

“I guess a hard dick never lies, huh, princess?”

I laughed, a shivery sense of delight and something close to power washing through me. I allowed my features to settle into a more serious look, “Mikey, I want to find out if that night was a one-off, and… I just know, deep down, that I want to experience that feeling of wildness at least one more time. Tonight’s the night,” I reached down to his bulge and cupped it in one trembling hand, “and I guess I don’t need to add ‘if you’re sure yourself’ to that?”

“Oh princess, as long as you don’t think this is all I want from you now that we had that one-“

I squeezed a little and laughed “Shut it, buster. I may look all eager and ready for this, but my nerves are ragged and I don’t need any more pressure.”

“Oh, princess! I didn’t mean-“

I gave another laugh and squeeze, “Joke!” My breathing was coming faster as the enormity of the night ahead began to make itself known to me, “But I think a pre-club fuck might porno izle do us both good.”

Mikey’s eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in delight, “You know, princess? I think you’re right.”

He gave me a light shove, sending me giggling onto the surface of the bed. His hands pushed the bottom of my dress up my thighs in a – so to speak – flash, before he let out a whistle. “Nice knickers, if something so small can be referred to that way.”

I lifted my head and made a show of looking down at the tiny white, silky thongs, “Do you approve of my other item of clothing then?”

Mikey nodded as he undid his chinos, “The dress is good, the thong even gooder.”

“Is my poor baby getting his words all wrong in his excitement?”

Mikey stepped out of his chinos and boxers, his engorged cock pointing to heaven (in more ways than one). “Can you me blame, Jess?”

His hands ripped the tiny knickers down my legs and he was inside me inside a second, a litany of ‘I can’t believe you’re so sexy, so wild’ stirring my already racing blood.

“Oh, buster,” I managed, “I love it when we make love, but sometimes all I need is a good fuck!”

As I said it, Mikey thrust hard enough to make me squeal like the stuck pig I gloriously felt like I truly was, and somehow I managed to add, “Now show me what you want someone else to see!”

My guy’s animal-like thrusts took on a new urgency as he grabbed the front of the dress and pulled it down, exposing my breasts – my tits – and he leaned back until only his cock obscured any part of me at all. “All of you, princess,” he gasped.

“Oh, buster, you got it. Anything you say, anything you want…” In that instant, any last vestiges of resistance or embarrassment washed away, and I meant those words with every fibre of my being. I felt empowered beyond anything I’d ever experienced before – and hornier. Way, way, way hornier. The whole paradox of giving Mikey – and some other guy – anything they wanted, was what I wanted. And the realisation took me by surprise and by storm. “Oh my fucking… Oh Mikey!”

“Princess?”

“Fill me, Mikey! Buster, do me now!”

The hour-to-orgasm queen was turning into a one-minute man, apparently, but the well-versed, ever-ready to please Mikey was more than flexible enough to give me exactly what I wanted, “Oh, princess, you mean you want me to fill you, huh? Fill you now?”

“Just. Fucking. Do. It.” I was thrusting hard, panting harder.

“You want the first cock in you tonight… to explode now?”

“Oh you.. yes!”

“Fuck, Jess I was going to hold on for… oh my god! I can’t… Jess! Princess!”

Mikey exploded inside me, and at the first sensation of his cum touching so deeply I let out a howl of delight. Mikey thrust deep – deeper – and my howl spiralled.

“Oh princess, yes! Wake up the whole fucking town!”

At his words, as my climax shook me, the very last barrier evaporated and I let every repressed, hidden, tied emotion free in a high-pitched, high-volume wail, “Mikey!”

My brain took a break.

Three or four minutes must have passed before any semblance of reality returned to me – or Mikey, for that matter – and even then it would have been longer were it not for a knock at the door of the room.

Mikey grinned and freed himself from my limp grip, “I wonder what they want? Some noise complaint would be my guess.” He walked to the door, hoisting his chinos and paused, glancing back, “You might – note the word ‘might’ – want to cover up a bit.”

He nodded at my dress which was bunched around my waist, my breasts and pussy exposed. I sat up, “True, I might.” The bottom of the dress fell across my thighs, the top simply slipping lower. I shrugged.

Mikey rolled his eyes and grinned wider, reaching for the doorknob, “Ready?”

“Oh yeah,” I returned his grin. Sexgirl was now in residence.

The door swung open to reveal a young guy wearing a black leather waistcoat, tight black leather jeans, and a lot of silver jewellery. He glanced past Mikey and gave me a small nod before returning his attention to my boyfriend – or more to the point to my shock. The cause was soon explained.

“So sorry to disturb you young lovebirds,” he began in an accent that could only ever be described as ‘camp’, “but do you think you could keep the top notes down by a couple of decibels, lovey?”

“Sure thing,” Mikey assured him, stepping back, “I think we’re done for a while now anyway.”

“Sounds like you’re done for a week, but good luck to you.” The guy smiled at Mikey and glanced back to me, “Nice tits, darling, but I don’t suppose you have a cock under that frock, do you?”

“Thanks and sorry,” I laughed, not sure whether to be flattered by a gay guy admiring my boobs, shocked that I was sitting there exposed to anyone, or disappointed that the effect was not more telling.

“Oh well, perhaps I’ll get lucky later at ‘Thais are Us’,” The guy gave my boobs an appraising look which was oddly asexual, and then smiled at Mikey in way that positively dripped desire, “If you porno think you might like to join me, you’d be more than welcome.”

“I think,’ Mikey assured him, “that we’ll give it a miss tonight, but you never know.”

The guy sighed, nodded and left, Mikey closing the door before a fit of giggles took me.

My guy crossed to me and helped me to my feet, pulling my dress up, “‘Nice tits, darling’,” he mimicked.

“Well at least they got you all horny.”

“True. Now let’s see if we can find another guy to agree with that opinion. If you’re still sure, I mean, I wouldn’t-“

“Shut it, buster! My only doubt is whether you’re ready for it.”

“Oh, I am princess.”

“Or whether you’d rather pop along to Thais are Us-“

The sharp smack on my butt had me giggling again, and also had me lodging another idea I’d just had in the suddenly exposed recesses of Sexgirl’s filing system. Under ‘s’ for ‘spanking’. With a delicious, albeit unexpected shiver, I grabbed Mikey’s hand, “Let’s go buster.”

He nodded to my white thong, hanging silkily from one of the handles of the chest of drawers, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I giggled again and grabbed them hopping ungainly from foot to foot as I pulled them on, “Maybe next time I’ll leave them behind, but I’m starting slow for now.”

“This is slow?”

“Complaining?”

“Oh, princess,” Mikey laughed, “I have no complaints at all.”

It had been a warm evening and the temperature hadn’t dropped as full night crept across the sky. Even with my skimpy dress on, I was more than comfortable sitting outside sipping at an icy drink, soaking up the admiring glances.

It was those looks as much as anything else that had both Mikey and me more or less wired by the time we chose a club and slipped inside.

The music was loud but not painfully so, and the atmosphere was just right for us – laughter everywhere, with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. People went there to meet other people and to have fun, and if that didn’t match mine and Mikey’s aims, I don’t know what would.

I wasn’t drinking much, being high enough already as it was, and wanting to make sure that nothing diluted my experiences that night in any way. Mikey, too, was being circumspect when it come to his own intake, but was soon being more generous with other people.

After an hour or so of sipping at drinks between brief tours of the club’s dance floor, Mikey and me managed to get Nick talking to us in a relative quiet corner of the bar. At Mikey’s insistence I had pointed out a handful of guys that met my ‘Depp’ criteria – fit-looking, slender, young, fanciable (and please note I didn’t mention ‘with a nice butt’, but only because that’s a given, okay?). Nick was one of the ones I had pointed out a few minutes before, and he turned out to be a great choice. He certainly fit all of the characteristics I had outlined, but was, by way of a bonus, engaging to talk to, obviously a visitor to Brighton looking for a nice time, and very, very clearly impressed with my looks. He was maybe a year or three younger than us, and no pale band of skin on his left hand fingers suggested that he was either unmarried or at least never wore a ring.

It was approaching midnight when I returned from an interminable wait at the ladies to find Mikey and Nick laughing uproariously, looking like nothing more than old, old friends, out for a good night.

“Hey guys, sorry I was so long, but it looks like you’re having enough fun without me anyway,” I grinned mainly for Mikey’s benefit.

“Hardly,” he grinned back, “We were just saying how cute you were compared to the other girls in here, and how lucky we were to be in your company.”

“Oh, really?” I turned to face Nick, “You were taking a chance calling my boyfriend’s girl cute.”

He shrugged, “Hardly much of a chance. He seems like a nice guy, and certainly smart enough to know how cute his girlfriend is and how much any red-blooded male would agree with him.” His earnest gaze was fixed on my eyes, even when he mentioned ‘cute’ – so he just scored a dozen brownie points.

“Nice answer, and thanks.”

Mikey put his arm along my shoulders, “Not wrong, princess. Nor were you, Nick. I am officially the luckiest guy alive to have such a cute and sexy girlfriend.”

“I never mentioned sexy,” Nick smiled, “But you’re right…”

It was a tester if ever I’d heard one, “Thanks again,” I said with a half smile.

Mikey’s hand gripped my shoulder more tightly as the atmosphere began to crackle with hints of what I might be feeling, “Yep, you’re not wrong there, er, Nick, but I guess I thought that was a given even if Jess doesn’t display everything very openly. Her sexiness, I mean.”

Nick laughed, ‘If you say so.”

This time he did risk a glance at the top of my dress and I threw him an immediate lifeline, “This is as sexy as I get when it comes to dressing, but dressing is not all that makes up a woman.”

Mikey pressed up against my side and my heart lurched as I felt his erection pressing against me through rokettube his chinos and my dress, “Is it me,” he said, “or is it extremely hot in here?”

“Suddenly I think it is,” Nick said, “They have a roof garden though, if you don’t mind paying.”

“Shall we, Jess?”

“Sounds good to me – do we need to get a drink to take with us?”

Nick shook his head, “There’s not many go up there but there’s a small bar, and the music is audible even if it’s not very loud.”

“Sounds perfect…” Mikey and me said it in unison and laughed.

When Nick had said that not many go up there, he hadn’t been exaggerating. The twenty pound entry fee probably kept a few at bay, and the drinks were twice the price – but for us it was perfect. There were only ten others dotted around the rooftop garden (as far as I could see) and by the time we had bought three bottles of some vodka-based stuff and retreated to a small table amid the shrubbery, we couldn’t even see anyone else.

“This is nice,” I said to the guys, sipping my ice-cold drink.

“Perfect for you, I would have thought, princess… And an extra twenty pounds means that this table and the little patch of surrounding garden is ours and ours alone for a while, Perfect for a night when you’re…”

Mikey was starting into one of our rehearsed scenarios, and my heart-rate started to accelerate. “That was a one-off,” I admonished, laughing all the same.

“Sounds intriguing,” Nick said.

Mikey nodded, “That’s certainly one way of describing it.” He laughed and squirmed as I pretended to try putting my hand across his mouth, “I think the term ‘sexy’ suits it better though, What was it, princess? Something to do with ‘nature and the natural order’?”

“Shut it, buster!” I pretended to be alarmed, but laughing.

“Do tell,” Nick grinned.

“I remember Jess saying something about the triumph of man, re-establishing nature in an alien environment, before telling me that it gave her the urge to get back to nature…” he dodged my hands again, “And that was just an ordinary ornamental garden, so what effect a garden on a roof will have-” “Mikey! You’ll give Mike a really bad impression of me!”

“I think,” Nick assured me, “That the word you’re looking for is ‘good’, not ‘bad’. ‘Great’, even.”

Mikey sat me back down and grinned, “It was a one-off thing anyway,” he said, “She’s too uptight for that sort of thing without a few-“

“Don’t you dare start that again!” I laughed, but there was an element of seriousness about it – the ‘she’s a prude, really’ ploy from that night with Lucas was not what I wanted to re-visit or experiment with again.

“Sorry, princess,” Mikey picked up my look and his eyes glowed in the dim light, “But you have to agree that you keep things pretty private like that.”

I shrugged, “Maybe it’s the company.”

Nick was watching us as if he was at a tennis match. And had gambled his house on the result.

Mikey looked deep into my eyes, “I know you always say that getting back to nature would only ever be possible if the right people-“

“Person.”

“The right person was present. But I always thought that was one of your jokes.”

I sat back, “Sure you don’t mean one of my ‘teases’?”

Mikey feigned offence, “Hey, princess, that’s not fair. I have never accused you of teasing!”

“Maybe, buster, that’s because it’s you who is secretly the prude, not wanting me to do anything that might upset you.” I didn’t look in Nick’s direction, but I could almost sense his eyeballs straining against the ends of their optic nerves.

“No way, princess. Like I said to Nick earlier, I think your sexiness I obvious, but if you ever wanted to prove the point, so to speak, I’d be an ever more proud man.”

I looked down at Mikey’s lap, “Hard to believe you could get more proud than that.”

“Like I said,” he shrugged, “You’re so sexy.”

“But you wouldn’t object if I proved that point to another guy?”

“Oh… no.”

I think if I’d picked up my drink just then, steam would have poured off it. I turned to Nick whose jaw was hanging slack, “I wasn’t joking about the effect that nature in an unreal setting can have on me. Nor about others. Are you easily offended, Nick?”

He glanced behind me at Mikey and could barely cover a gasp when he must have received some sort of signal from my boyfriend, “Um… n-n-no, Jess. I’m not easily offended at all…”

“That really is a relief,” said, controlling a tremble in my vocal chords, “Only…. This garden really is having that strange effect on me… and I don’t think I can control it for much longer.”

“Then…” Nick took a deep breath, “Don’t try.”

I gave a single nod and turned to face Mikey, “Got it, buster? Free will, and the real me.”

He nodded and mouthed his reply inaudibly. I love you.

I turned back to Nick and stood. With only the slightest of pauses I reached behind my neck and undid the ties of the dress. I glanced around. I could see over the tops of the shrubbery, but unless anyone was looking my way at that precise moment, no one would see what I was doing. Luckily for me, two guys by the edge of the roof, a fair distance away, were staring. I turned back to Nick and let the dress go, my blood pounding in my ears.

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The weekend after I had my experience with Barb I had to attend an engineering program seminar, but two weeks after I was back to see Abby. Friday was a low keyed pizza dinner in front of the TV night for all four of us. On Saturday night, Abby and I went to a party thrown by a friend of hers. We stayed out too late and probably had too much to drink, the result being the we didn’t have sex that night, but deferred until Sunday morning. When the sun came streaming through the bedroom window, we both stirred, I rolled over and fondled her breasts and shortly thereafter she reached for my manhood, which by that point was in its morning woody state.

“I want to do it, but let me go pee first,” she said. Abby was back in no time and peeled off the oversized tee shirt that she was using for a nightie. I slipped off the briefs that I had been sleeping in and laying on my back my manhood standing straight up. Abby straddled me and in no time had slipped me inside. No matter what position we use, she is one terrific fuck and this occasion was no exception my having deposited my seed inside Abby’s vagina. A few moments later what goes up must come down and cum began draining from her.

“I think you are going to need to get cleaned up because otherwise you’ll be leaking for some time,” I told her.

“Yeah, I’ll go shower, but tell you what, why don’t you go downstairs and start to make breakfast for everyone. I know how much you like cooking on Sunday mornings.”

“Deal,” I said pulling my briefs back on and finding a clean tee shirt and my jeans. I was the first to get downstairs and the first task was to make some coffee. After turning on the coffeemaker my attention turned to what to cook for breakfast. Checking the fridge, I saw that we had eggs, a package of sausage, and bread for toast. The perfect feast.

I had no sooner put the sausage on to cook when Carla came into the kitchen. She was dressed in a red nightshirt whose material wasn’t so thick as to not reveal her ample D cup tits that wobbled nicely with each step that she took. A petite girl for sure, but Carla’s tits were her outstanding attribute. Abby had told me that they were not enhanced, but totally natural, which makes them all the more impressive.

A few minutes later Barb came in. I had to do a doubletake because she was wearing a sheer white knee length nightgown. She was arap porno not particularly well-endowed, but the nightgown allowed for her cute little pointy nipples to show nicely. Checking Barb out there was also no panty line showing, but I thought I could detect the shadow of her perfectly trimmed strawberry blonde bush. Having had first hand experience with that bush two weeks prior, my manhood twitched more than once.

“OK, guys, Abby is in the shower and will hopefully be down soon. Sausage is cooking and I’ll make eggs to order. So how do you like your eggs?” I asked.

“I’ll have mine scrambled,” replied Carla.

“I prefer mine unfertilized,” quipped Barb at which point Carla nearly choked on a mouthful of coffee.

After cooking the eggs I plated each girl’s order and added a link of sausage. “Isn’t this sausage kind of short?” teased Barb.

Now it was my turn to nearly choke on my coffee, but I didn’t dare comment.

Clearly, Barb had gone through a metamorphosis since the day that she walked in on Abby and me having oral sex in the living room. At first it was her deciding to start douching, followed by approaching me about demonstrating oral on her, then this morning’s revealing nightie, and now these comments. It certainly was not the quiet and reserved Barb that I first met in September.

Moments later Abby joined us, I served breakfast, and the conversation was lighthearted. We all had homework to attend to and that occupied the afternoon. Monday morning I had to shower and leave by 10:00 in order to get to my campus by noon. Carla and Abby both had an 8:00 o’clock class and had already left.

I got up and went to the bathroom where I ran the shower and got in. Having no sooner lathered up when there came a knock on the door.

“Wes, can I come in? I have to pee really bad.”

“OK, but I’m in the shower,” I replied.

Barb came in, went to the toilet, and peed. Such events were common when living with three women and I didn’t think another thing about it. But the next thing I knew Barb, now naked, got into the shower with me.

“Hi!” she said. “Need your back washed?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Well, it looks like some other parts need attention, too,” she said looking at my penis. “We cannot keep that too clean because you never know when it might have to be used.”

I bedava porno looked at the water hitting her shoulders and then running down her chest, the direction of the rivulets having to bypass her modest tits. Barb used the bar of soap to make a lather and then cleaned my male equipment. Her gentle touch was sensuous and my manhood sprang to attention.

“Now look what you have done,” I said to her.

Then I made a lather and washed her pussy. “You have parts that need to be kept clean, too.”

“I know and I do,” she responded. “I try hard to keep my parts nice and clean inside and out. They will always be fresh smelling and good tasting, too.”

Barb then dropped to her knees. The shower stream was at my back and kept Barb from drowning as she kissed my member, which responded promptly with a hard erection. Barb locked her lips around it and teased its tip with her tongue. It felt great to have her warm moist lips around my penis, perhaps not as awesome as me being in her vagina, but great just the same.

“Keep doing that!” I begged of her. In response Barb began sucking on my penis and I thought I would lose my mind. When she sucked harder I warned her, “Another minute of that and I’m probably going to cum in your mouth.”

Barb removed her lips just long enough to say, “That’s OK, I can’t wait to taste your cum. I bet it is simply delicious.” And at that she went back to sucking on me even harder.

Moments later Barb’s wish had come true and I deposited a load in her mouth. She released her mouth from me, licked her lips, and swallowed. “Oh, my God, but that is good!” she exclaimed.

“This is unreal, but still a great way to start a Monday,” I thought to myself.

“I just hope my pussy juice was as good for you as that cum was for me.”

“Don’t worry, your pussy was delicious,” I said recalling the afternoon that I ate her out. “It was nice and clean and just plain tasty,” I assured her.

“With a pussy and a penis that are both that clean can mean only one thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“That we still need to fuck this morning, of course.”

I turned off the water and we both stepped out of the shower. I handed Barb a towel and grabbed one for myself. After drying ourselves off, I asked her, “My place or yours?”

“We better do it in cüce porno my room just in case we make a mess.”

“I hope we don’t make a mess. Besides I don’t have any more rubbers.”

“Don’t worry. I bought a box of a dozen last week. I wanted to buy the extra extra large ones, but learned that they didn’t have your size,” she giggled.

“I think I can make them fit.”

“Well, I did buy the extra thin, lubricated ones. I hope your load isn’t so large that they can’t hold it.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” I said taking Barb by the hand heading towards her bedroom. We were both still naked.

When we got there Barb retrieved the box of rubbers from her nightstand. “Here you go. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

I took one from the box, tore open the wrapper, and unrolled it on my penis.

“Are you ready?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been ready since the moment I stepped into the shower with you. So just put it in,” she admonished as she stood by the side of the bed and bent over with her elbows on the mattress.

Rear entry style meant that I was deep inside. Having just been given oral it took a little longer before I was able to cum again. It wasn’t a huge load, but Barb seemed satisfied. When we were done I withdrew from her and peeled off the rubber being certain to wrap it in a tissue so I could dispose of it outside of the apartment lest it be discovered.

“I hate to tell you this, but you’re not done yet,” said Barb.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You have to go down on me before you leave. It will allow me to have fond memories all week,” she replied turning around, sitting on the bed, scooting her butt over to the edge.

I began by licking her pussy which was still incredibly wet from having just been fucked. It didn’t take much for her to have yet another two orgasms. Afterwards we both got dressed.

I had to really hustle to get myself on the road so I wouldn’t be late for my class. As I drove my mind reflected on the weekend. I had gotten laid three times, had my cock sucked a couple of times and eaten some pussy. I’m going to need a week away from these two women just to prepare for next weekend. My biggest problem, however, is going to be how Barb behaves in front of her roommates neither of whom are dummies and will start to wonder why her sudden change.

“It’s going to be a problem for sure,” I said to myself.

Then an awful thought crossed my mind, “What if Carla should want me to satisfy her, too? Three women would be unreal!” Then came the thoughts of Carla and her delightfully cute D cup tits. My manhood started twitching yet again.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is a sequel to “Sara’s First Pussy”. That story, while a work of fiction, was largely based upon actual events. This sequel is mostly fiction based upon the yet unfulfilled fantasies of some of the people involved.

I have tried to make this a standalone story not dependent upon reading the original. However, reading the original will provide a more complete understanding of the characters and the events leading up to this story. I am providing a synopsis of the original story for those that want to skip it and jump into this story.

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+++ SYNOPSIS OF “Sara’s First Pussy” +++

Sara, a 35 year old busty redhead, had lived a safe, predictable life. She and her husband John had been married for 15 years and had what she considered a very good, occasionally great, sex life.

Her life began to change when one day, while looking to add some safe spice to her sex life, she discovered the Literotica web site. Initially she just read the erotic stories to enhance her masturbation experiences. Sara was surprised that reading a lesbian sex scene made her especially aroused. She had never before considered having sex with another female. Then she discovered the Lit forums, began to make some posts, made some friends, and eventually even posted some selfie pics in the Amateur Pic Feedback forum. Her husband, John, supported her participation as a safe way to explore her sexuality.

Sara developed an on-line friendship with Karla, an experienced member of the Literotica forums. Karla teased Sara about the two of them getting together for sexual play, but Sara didn’t want to cheat on her husband. However Sara told John about Karla’s sexual overtures and John suggested that Sara should consider having a same-sex experience. He specifically gave her his blessing to do so. Sara began to consider the possibilities and a desire to experience another female sexually began to grow within her. The weeks passed into months which passed into three years. While Sara’s desire for a sexual encounter with another woman increased, what also increased was her certainty that such an encounter would never happen.

Her life took another turn when she met their new neighbor, Marlene. Initially Sara and Marlene were just exercise partners, walking a few miles each weekday morning together. Then, in a happenstance way, Sara learned from John that his co-worker Mark was dating Marlene and Mark was freely telling his co-workers about his sexual exploits with Marlene. When Sara confronted Marlene with this information, she not only learned that the rumors were true, they also discovered that they both had Hitachi Wands which they loved to use, and that they both enjoyed squirting as a powerful sexual experience.

These discoveries, along with John’s continued support and blessing for Sara to expand her sexual experiences, led initially to Sara having a masturbation play date with Marlene. That encounter soon led to a full girl/girl sexual encounter, fulfilling her desires she never thought she would satisfy, including a couple of sexual firsts for Sara – eating another woman’s pussy, and having her own pussy eaten by another female.

+++ A FEW WEEKS LATER +++

Since their initial encounters, Sara and Marlene continued to meet for their Play Dates, but these became less frequent as the novelty wore off. They continued their weekday morning walks together and they enjoyed being neighbors and friends.

What did continue were Karla’s text messages to Sara about them getting together sometime.

KARLA: “I know I wasn’t your first, but maybe I will get my chance?”

SARA: “Are you mad that I didn’t wait for you to be my first?”

KARLA: “A bit disappointed, but I didn’t really make myself available.”

SARA: “You still live far away.”

KARLA: “I’m working on that.”

Sara wasn’t sure what Karla meant by that last message. Was it more of her teasing? Or did she have something in the works?

Over the past three years, Karla and Sara had become very good friends. Before her experiences with Marlene, some part of Sara had thought that if she ever had sex with another woman, Karla was likely to be that one. It hadn’t worked out that way, but Sara still had a desire to be with Karla, if it could be arranged.

Fate again made events happen for Sara.

KARLA: “You won’t guess.”

SARA: “What?????”

KARLA: “I’m coming to your city on a business trip. Would love to see you that weekend.”

Sara could hardly believe the words on her cell screen. She might actually meet Karla and who knows what may happen. Sara felt that tingle in her pussy. She knew she wanted to make things happen with Karla.

SARA: “When?”

KARLA: “I’ll be there two weeks from today, Wed-Fri. Want to see you over the weekend.”

SARA: “OMG, I’m tingling”

KARLA: “Hand in panties. Finger in pussy. So wet for you.”

SARA: “Oh you naughty girl. I do want you.”

KARLA: “I’ll take that as a Yes”

SARA: “YES. I’ll talk with John porno indir and get back to you.”

KARLA: “Convince him.”

Sara knew it wouldn’t take much to convince John. She just needed to work out with him how it could happen. Did she want to be alone with Karla? Maybe at her hotel? Or could she invite Karla to stay at their home over the weekend? Would John be involved somehow?

Over time Sara had developed a few fantasies of her own. One that kept appearing in her dreams had her kneeling between Karla’s open legs, eating her pussy, while her husband John fucked her from behind. She just thought it would be so incredibly erotic to be taken like that while she ate a pussy herself. She had discussed this fantasy with John, and he agreed that would be so hot. They knew this would not happen with Marlene as the other woman, as neither Marlene, nor Mark would allow any male to be present while Sara and Marlene played. But maybe Karla would be a different story.

That night Sara snuggled up to John in bed and began stroking his cock as she spoke.

“Karla gave me a surprise today.” she told her husband.

John’s erection was growing quickly. He was interested in Karla’s surprise, but was more intent on having sex with his wife. “What sort of surprise?” he asked hurriedly.

“She’ll be here on business in two weeks, and wants to see me that weekend.” Sara replied just before leaning over and licking the head of John’s cock.

John moaned at the touch of her tongue. “Hmmmmm. Feels so good.” he said. “Just you, or maybe. . . Us?”

“I’d like to play with her one-on-one some, if I may. But you know I also have a 3-some fantasy involving both of you with me.”

Knowing that her vagina was already wet and lubricated, she pulled her mouth off his cock, raised up on her knees, swung a leg over his body, and then lowered herself down upon his rigid member.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “That feels so good. I know you are trying to get me to say ‘Yes’ to something, aren’t you?”

Sara began riding his cock slowly as she stared into his eyes. “Is it working?” she asked in reply.

“How can I say ‘Yes’ when you haven’t yet asked for anything?” John was being coy, trying to get Sara to be more specific about her sexual plans.

“Can I invite Karla to spend the weekend with us? Friday and Saturday nights?” Sara continued to ride his cock and she leaned into him and gave him a passionate kiss.

At this point the conversation about Karla stopped. Both were focused on enjoying raw, passionate sex with each other. The conversation about Karla could wait until later.

John placed his hands on Sara’s hips and pulled her down onto his cock more forcefully with each thrust. After a while, she sat up, changing the points of contact of his cock inside her vagina. He moved his hands to her large breasts and began groping them, the way he knew she liked.

The sex was hot. They were physical. And they both loved each other so much. Their orgasms were fantastic.

After they both were sexually satiated, they lay cuddling each other and kissing gently. Sara ran a fingernail lightly over his chest. “You didn’t answer my question.” she said in softly.

“Fuck yeah. She can come.” he replied, although they both knew he wouldn’t say ‘no’ to her. “But what about the kids?”

“The boys will be at summer camp that weekend.” Sara replied. “And you know the girls want to spend some time at your parents’ place this summer. We could send them over there for a long weekend.”

“So just you and me with Karla?” He asked with a sly smile on his lips. “Any rules or limits?”

“I want this to be focused on Karla and me. The two of us having sex. Maybe you will take pictures and some video of us, if she is willing to have you with us.” Sara was trying to consider what they wanted to do together, not fully knowing what Karla wanted to do, or not do.

“And what about your 3-some fantasy? Might we try that?” John asked, hoping she would say ‘yes’.

“I want to, but I’ll have to ask her if she is comfortable with that.” Sara replied, attempting to think off the top of her head.

Their conversation stopped while it was obvious that Sara was thinking through the possibilities that they might encounter together.

“John, this is going to sound very selfish. I want to have sex with Karla, and with both of you. But I don’t think I can handle you having sex with her. I know that sounds weird. Why me and not you? Just the way I feel. Maybe I need to rethink all of this.” Sara stopped rambling and hugged her husband.

“So nothing sexual between Karla and me?” he asked in a rhetorical manner. “I think I understand your position. And I think we need to take this one small step at a time and see what each of us is comfortable doing. I know this is primarily about you and Karla.”

They held each other tight and kissed some more. Then they fell asleep and both slept well that night.

The next day Sara sent a text message rokettube to Karla.

SARA: “Spoke with John. You are invited to spend Fri/Sat nights at our home. :)”

KARLA: “I accept!”

SARA: “The kids will be away for the weekend. Just the three of us. You OK with John being there?”

KARLA: “I’m OK with that. Hubby has given me limits.”

SARA: “Hubby? You’re married? I didn’t know.”

KARLA: “You never asked. :)”

SARA: “I think we need to discuss limits and boundaries.”

KARLA: “The three of us can talk when I arrive.”

SARA: “Don’t you think we need to discuss in advance? So you know you want to come?”

KARLA: “I’m cumming regardless of the limits. We can discuss when I arrive.”

And with that Sara’s next sexual adventure was scheduled. Over the next several days Sara and Karla exchange information about the details of time and location. As Karla intended to have a rental car that week, she would drive over to Sara and John’s house when she was finished with her business on Friday afternoon. Sara’s boys were at camp and Sara would have taken their daughters to their grandparent’s place for the weekend. All was set and Sara was so excited. Her long-held desire to have sex with another woman would be happening again. And maybe even more.

+++ FRIDAY OF THE FOLLOWING WEEK +++

John and Sara both took the day off from work that Friday. Besides getting the house prepared for their special guest, they wanted to spend some time alone discussing limits concerning their play with Karla, still not knowing exactly what activities they may engage in. They agreed on several items that they would discuss with Karla when she arrived.

Their plans for Karla’s visit would start with them all gathered in the family room and getting to know each other. Drinks would be offered before, during and after dinner. What happened after all that would be for the three to decide.

Sara was wearing one of her breezy summer dresses with sandals. Underneath she wore a new set of matching light blue, satin bra and thong panties. John wore a short sleeve summer shirt with khaki slacks.

Just after 4:00 they heard a car door shut in their driveway. Within moments their doorbell rang, and they knew that Karla had arrive. Sara could feel a tingle of sexual anticipation begin in her pussy. And she loved it.

Opening the door, she finally met, face to face, her on-line friend. They immediately hugged in a tight embrace.

“We finally meet.” said Sara. “Please come in. Let me introduce you. Karla, this is John. John, this is Karla.”

John also got a big hug from Karla. “Thanks for welcoming me into your home.” she said.

Karla was dressed casually in a white, sleeveless top, navy shorts and sandals. She was about the same height as Sara, had long dark hair and incredible blue eyes. She was much thinner than Sara, and appeared to have B-cup breasts. She realized that her attire didn’t appear very business-like. “I managed to change into something more casual before heading out here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“That is wonderful. I expect we will be very casual all weekend.” Sara said as she imagined that they might actually have far less clothing on for many activities.

“Do you have any luggage? May I help bring in anything?” asked John.

“I just have a bag in the trunk of the car. That would be nice if you brought that in.” Karla replied to John as she handed him her car keys.

Sara led Karla into the kitchen and asked “Care for something to drink? We have water, beer, and wine.”

“A glass of water would be fine. Maybe some white wine later.” Karla replied.

Sara poured two glasses of water, one for Karla and one for herself. They then went into the family room and took a seat.

After John had brought in Karla’s bag, he rejoined the ladies. “Your suitcase is in your room, first on the left at the top of the stairs.”

“Thank you.” Replied Karla with a smile and a wink. “Maybe for that you’ll get a special treat later.”

That last piece made both Sara and John tingle a bit.

Sara started a new discussion, “Maybe it’s time to discuss our limits for this weekend.” Both Karla and John nodded at her, so she continued. “Karla, as you know from our chats, John and I are not swingers. We’ve never swapped or done anything like that. He supported my desires to experience sex with another woman. I am looking forward to you and me having some special fun together.”

“That’s why I’m here.” interrupted Karla. They all chuckled as that broke the ice a bit.

Sara continued to look at Karla while she was speaking. “I don’t know if you intended for it to be just the two of us, or whether John could be there with us. Maybe just to watch and take some pics and videos. Are you OK with John joining us to do that?”

“Oh honey yes! Of course John can be with us. I want him with us.” Karla sat up and appeared energized by the discussion. “I get a big thrill by having someone watch me seks filmi as I have sex. And taking pictures and video would be even hotter. Steve, my husband, would love the pics and vids. And it is fine with me if John wants to play with us.”

Sara was shocked by Karla enthusiasm and openness. “I thought you said that hubby gave you limits?”

“Steve and I have basically the same limits. He cannot put his dick into another woman’s pussy or ass. And I cannot have another man’s cock in my pussy or ass. Everything else is in play.” Karla was casually and frankly explaining her limits. She looked at Sara and added. “You and I can do anything your heart desires. If you have a cock, you know a strap-on or a dildo, you can fuck me silly with that. And if John wants to eat my pussy or have me suck his cock, that’s all fine by me.”

Sara was both excited and concerned. She could detect similar mixed feelings in John’s expressions.

“Oh wow.” Sara paused as she took a deep breath. “You and hubby really are quite open about things, aren’t you?” Sara’s question was rhetorical. “I don’t think that John and I are quite ready for all that right now, if ever.”

John could tell that Sara was a bit intimidated by Karla’s forwardness. So he picked up and continued the discussion. “Karla, we are both excited by your. . . your eagerness to play with us. But we’re not comfortable with diving into the deep end of the pool, so to speak. Sara and I have discussed this quite a bit and we feel this weekend is primarily about the two of you playing together. I will be there some to watch and take pics. At this point, she is not comfortable with any sexual contact between you and me. No intercourse, no oral, not even any touching that could be considered sexual. I want this experience for her, so I am willing to abide by her limits. We hope you’re not too disappointed.”

Karla appeared to be a bit deflated, but quickly perked up. She took Sara’s hands into her own and said, “I came to have sex with my best on-line friend, and I intend to enjoy doing that.” Then she added, “I hope that your rules may be flexible, should we together decide we want to go further.”

Sara could feel the tingle in her pussy intensify. Likely her panties were becoming damp. She wasn’t ready to rush into bed with Karla as she knew there would be plenty of time this weekend for that. And she knew that she and John had discussed having flexibility in their limits. They would be prepared to adjust things as the deemed appropriate.

“How about we have some wine and prepare dinner?” Sara announced more as a statement and not a question as she rose from her seat on the sofa.

“Great idea.” replied Karla as she followed Sara into the kitchen. John was close behind.

After each was poured a glass of white wine, they raised their glasses.

“A toast to friends.” said John as they clinked glasses.

“Friends AND Lovers!” Karla corrected him. They all chuckled and drank some wine.

Dinner was kept fairy simple, spaghetti with meat sauce, a tossed salad of spring greens, garlic bread, and more wine. While dining, they talked like long time friends. All topics, including sex, were raised and they learned quite a bit about each other. John and Sara were surprised to hear about the various sex parties Karla had attended, sometimes with her husband Steve, and sometimes without him. And they learned about Karla’s experiences with BDSM. Karla urged Sara and John to try that sometime. Karla particularly loved to be bound to a bed spread-eagle, blindfolded, and used by her husband in whatever way he wanted. Forced orgasms, as Steve used her Hitachi wand on her, was one of her favorites.

“I don’t think we will be doing that tonight.” replied Sara.

“Not tonight? So maybe tomorrow?” Karla slipped that in, aware that Sara probably didn’t intend to leave the door open for tomorrow. Again they all laughed and drank more wine.

After dinner John said he would clear the table and wash the dishes. Sara and Karla refilled their wine glasses and returned to the family room, sitting together on the sofa. Initially the ladies were just talking. Soon they were touching each other, caressing arms and legs. Then they kissed and things began to heat up. When John came to the family room to join the conversation, he found Sara and Karla kissing while fondling each other’s breasts.

“Shall we go up to the bedroom?” Sara asked Karla.

Karla just nodded her agreement to Sara.

“Do you want to start alone, just the two of us? Or can John come along to watch?” Sara asked Karla as they both stood up from the sofa.

“I really do love having an audience. He can come watch, and take pics.” Karla responded. “But I need a few moments in my room. I’ll join you in a few.”

Karla stepped into the guest room while Sara and John went into their bedroom. Sara pulled down the covers and top sheet. The bed had previously been made with a waterproof liner over the mattress, and Sara decided to leave the fitted sheet on top. She reckoned it would have to be replaced later in the night.

Sara removed her dress and sandals, leaving her in only her thong and bra. She lay on the bed in a sexy pose and John took the opportunity to snap some pics on his cell phone.

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Major Johnson woke up and stretched and looked around the bedroom. It was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He was up at the cabin, when he claimed to be on an inspection trip. It was all part of his elaborate plan to surprise Jennifer with a weekend away to celebrate their first anniversary. She knew that they were going to the SA Arts Gala but she did not know that they would be spending the weekend away. Jennifer’s mother was in on the ruse by sending emails asking for anniversary details. She did this at Chip’s request. This was beginning to wear on his wife, but he thought that she would enjoy the surprise. But he was bracing for the inevitable backlash if his plan failed.

He would show up Friday in a chauffeured limo and it would take them to the SA Arts foundation Gala. The Gala was at the Rio Rancho resort and they would spend the rest of the weekend together. He had thought to use the cabin but Jennifer needed to be catered to for the weekend. The cost would be the same if he had hired people to work at the cabin. He had a few more details to work out and then the plan would be put in motion.

He sent Jennifer a text “still on schedule will be home today in plenty of time.” He sent a photo of a formation of cadets to add to the subterfuge. I just hope that I don’t get attacked in the back of the limo. He looked over bags from the department store and started to pack the suitcase that he brought. The bags contained a set of clothes for Jennifer and him. It included a new pair of running shoes that he noticed that she had been admiring. There was also a very revealing swimsuit. He remembered the looks that he got from the sales help at the store. Chip reveled in the planning and the execution of his scheme.

On the JBSA shooting range

Jennifer listened patiently to the instructor and followed her instructions. “Ma’am take aim and squeeze the trigger once.”

The gun fired, she was not unfamiliar with shooting guns but the recoil did surprise her a little. “Again ma’am,” said the Sargent.

The gun fired again. The instructor had only put two rounds in the gun and Jennifer put the gun on the counter. The Sargent hit a switch to bring the target to them so they could see the results.

“Not bad Major Connolly you’re in the center, your target is stopped,” said the Sargent.

“You mean the target is dead, Sargent,” replied Jennifer.

“Yes Ma’am,” said the Sargent.

The instructor placed tape on the two holes and hit the button to send the target back to is position and took the pistol and pulled the empty ammo clip out and replaced it with a full clip of fifteen rounds. She handed the weapon to Jennifer and again directed her to make the weapon ready to fire; then to take the shooting position and when ready, fire and continue firing until the pistol was empty.

Jennifer steadied the gun on the target and began to squeeze the trigger and repeated until the gun was empty. The Sargent hit the button and the target moved toward them and the two women looked at the results. “Major your kind of all over the map, you need to steady your aim between shots, but if the guy is coming at you he is not feeling well right now. A little more practice and you should get all your shots in the center of the target,” said the Sargent.

“I will get a picture of my husband that will make me concentrate better,” said Jennifer.

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“It is a joke Sargent.”

Jennifer shot three more clips concentrating on aiming between the shots. The third target showed real improvement with all the shots generally in the center of the target. “Well Sargent I think I have had my fun for the day; do you need me to help clean up?”

“I will take care of it ma’am thank you for offering,” said the Sargent.

Jennifer walked out of the range leaving the pistol on the counter so the Sargent could check it in to the armory.

Her phone started to buzz; she picked it up and read the text there were two messages one from Chip saying that he would be on time and another from Corporal Grace stating that she would arrive at the Major’s home at 15:30.

Jennifer heard that one of the clerks in her office was a licensed cosmetician and for a small fee she agreed to come over to help Jennifer get dressed for the gala. Even though she arranged to take the day off she went by the office to see if things were going well. She was in her office checking email when Colonel Barns’ assistant called and asked her to meet with the Colonel. Jennifer came over to the Colonel’s office and was shown in.

“Sit down Major, I thought you were taking off today?”

“Yes ma’am but I took a lesson at the shooting range and I thought I would come in and check up on my email and make sure there wasn’t some crises in the office. I was about to leave when you wanted to meet with me,” responded Jennifer.

“So you have met with Capt. Brice and the staff, and your comfortable with the new duties,” asked the Colonel.

“I studied the cases 1080 porno on Sunday and met with Capt. Brice and the staff Monday,” said Jennifer.

“Good, I really hope that you can light a fire under that group I want some of those cases cleared and off our books. Don’t do anything unethical but get some of those old cases brought to an end Major.”

Jennifer was taken aback by the Colonel’s comments and told her that she would put the spurs to her group to clear the older cases. Jennifer stood and walked out of the office. She went back her office and started going through the cases and noticed that that there were a group of cases that were two years old that showed no progress. She sent out a meeting invitation to her staff and told them to be prepared to discuss cases that are older than one year.

She left the office and headed home to wait for Corporal Grace. On the way home she got madder and madder that Chip was out of town. She did receive the text saying that he would be home in time, but she resolved to give him a piece of her mind over the incident.

The Corporal was waiting for her when she entered the townhouse project and she parked her car in the garage and opened the front door for the Corporal who came in with two cases of equipment and supplies. The two women went upstairs and Jennifer took her uniform off and took a shower. Corporal Grace started to layout her tools and supplies, in the bedroom and brought a chair from the dinning area for Jennifer to sit on.

Jennifer’s dress was in a plastic clothes carrier that was lying on the bed. Next to the dress was a shoebox with some new shoes. They were beautiful but even Jennifer could not under stand the $350.00 price, but they looked so good with the dress.

Jennifer emerged from the bathroom dressed in a bathrobe in her right hand was her phone. The Corporal went in to the bathroom and brought several towels and used them to cover the chair. “Have a seat Major.”

Jennifer sat down and the corporal began to comb out her hair. Jennifer kept her hair short barely touching her shoulders. The Corporal trimmed Jennifer’s hair here and there. She referred to a magazine showing a series of high fashion styles and had selected one that fit Jennifer’s hair length and head shape. She spent a great amount of time shaping Jennifer’s hair. She applied styling gel and hairspray to get Jennifer’s hair to do what she wanted.

The corporal stepped back and using her cell phone camera she took a picture of Jennifer from behind and two profiles one from each side to allow Jennifer to see the hairstyle. Jennifer gave her approval.

The Corporal came around and helped Jennifer out of the robe. This would allow her to apply the makeup all the way to Jennifer’s breasts. She applied a moisturizer, followed by foundation. After waiting a few minutes for the foundation to set she started on the cheeks and eyes. She inspected the Corporal’s work and started to wonder if it was her looking back at her in the mirror. Jennifer walked over to the dresser and took the small bottle of a special perfume and using stopper as an applicator and put the scent behind her ears and on her wrists.

The Corporal took the dress out of the carrier. It was a long black dress with a scoop neck and a beaded bodice that ended at her breasts. Jennifer got a pair of hose out of the drawer and let the Corporal help her put them on followed by underwear and finally the dress. The dress had a slight homage to 1920’s flapper chic. Next to the dress was a box that contained a headpiece and a string of fake pearls. Also in the box was a pair of emerald earrings that her father had given to her mother. The Corporal assisted Jennifer in applying the headpiece and draped the pearls around her neck. Jennifer went to the mirror and put the earrings on and checked the look. Searching in her jewelry box she found one of her Oak Leaves and pinned it to the dress.

At about the same time Jennifer was getting dressed, Major Johnson was checking them in to the Rio Rancho resort. He went to the room and after he showered he put on the formal Uniform. He waited in the lobby for the limo to arrive to take him back to the townhouse to pick up Jennifer. A bronze 1962 Lincoln Continental with rear suicide doors pulled up and the driver got out and held the door for the Major. He got in and the driver took off for the townhouse. Major Johnson pulled his phone out and texted Jennifer “About a half hour away from home see you soon.”

Chip used the ride home to contemplate Jennifer’s reaction to the surprise. She has stated over and over that she hated surprises. Major Johnson was an incurable romantic. He fell in love with Jennifer Connolly from the first time they were together. So Chip was ready for whatever awaited him. In his hand was a box with two pearl earrings and a long string of grey pearls. He hopped that the present would buffer her feelings of abandonment.

Corporal Grace gathered all of the soiled linens 2 k porno and put them in the laundry room. She got the vacuum and vacuumed the bedroom. Jennifer went to her purse and pulled a one hundred dollar bill and handed it to the corporal. “Thank you, you did a great job,” said Jennifer

When they pulled into the development there was a car parked in front of their town home. The limo pulled up behind the parked car. Chip got out and approached the front door. Just as he was to open the door it opened and he came face to face with Corporal Grace. The Corporal snapped to attention was about to drop her cases to salute when the Major told her to be at ease. Grace excused herself and walked out to her car and left.

“Major Connolly I have returned just like I said.”

“You can use the Office to dress, Chip.”

“I am already dressed Jennifer, I have a limo outside waiting for us, are you ready?” asked Chip.

He heard the door open and waited for her to come down the stairs. He first saw her legs and then the rest of his wife. He was stunned by how beautiful she looked. The dress was perfect.

“You will outshine all the other women at the gala Jennifer,” said Chip.

Chip approached the stair and took her hand and guided her to the main floor.

“As much as I would love to kiss you it will ruin my makeup, but after I kiss you I would box your ears,” she responded.

“Major Connolly I will explain everything in the car; here is my first peace offering,”

Chip pulled a small box from his inside coat pocket and handed it Jennifer. She opened the box and found a sixteen-inch string of four millimeter grey pearls with matching earrings. She put the box down on a table and turned around and chip assisted in removing the fake pearls and fastening the new set.

“I’s going to keep the emerald earrings on, but I will use those some other time. Thank you, darling. But I am still trying to decide if you are still in the doghouse, for leaving me adrift,” said Jennifer as she admired the new necklace in the mirror.

Chip held the door for her and she stepped outside. The driver was standing next to the car holding the door. Chip assisted Jennifer into the car and when they were set he closed the door and in the dark cabin Chip lightly kissed his wife. There was a small box on the floor between them and Chip opened the box and pulled a half bottle of champagne. He quickly opened the wine and handed a glass to Jennifer and divided the wine between her glass and his.

“Major Jennifer Connolly-Johnson would you do me the honor of being my wife for another year, Happy Anniversary darling,” said Chip.

For once Jennifer did not have a snappy retort; she looked at the lines of bubbles rising from the bottom of the glass. The major sat back in the seat feeling that he had just made the third out with the bases loaded.

“Chip, this is the most romantic I have felt in a while. If you can put up with the bitch when she comes out of the shadows I think that we will have the basis for a good marriage.”

Jennifer moved her free hand down to Chip’s crotch and patted the area around his cock. “Just checking to see if it is still interested,” said Jennifer.

In the traffic it took almost an hour to get from their townhouse to the Rio Rancho resort. Jennifer looked around the car and pecked Chip on the cheek. “I love the ride in this car, darling. It is very romantic,” said Jennifer.

The car pulled into the entrance and the doors opened and Chip assisted Jennifer out of the car. They walked into the hotel and followed the lines to the registration table. There were several photographers snapping candid photos of the participants. Since Chip registered earlier they bypassed the line and went into the reception.

In the reception room there were five bars dispensing various brands of Gin, Vodka and sparkling wine. Chip and Jennifer walked up to a bar and were served two martinis. “I will need you to control my intake darling,” said Jennifer.

“I only have a few tickets so we are covered,” replied Chip.

More people filtered into the reception and since San Antonio is heavily military there were several people like chip in formal uniform. Jennifer was drawn to two women in formal uniforms. The turned around and Jennifer recognized her former boss in the intelligence group and her current boss in the Jag Office. The two women walked arm in arm toward Jennifer and Chip, who braced to attention in the presence of the two superior officers.

“Relax Major we are off duty, you must be Major Johnson that my new star goes on about all the time,” said Colonel Barns.

“Jennifer you look fabulous in that dress,” said Colonel Darr.

The two Colonels leaned in and kissed each other and moved off to sample another drink.

“Now I have seen everything. I think I need another drink,” said Jennifer.

Chip restrained her and they walked around the assembled collection of paintings that were up 3 k porno for auction. They paused in front of one canvas that showed bodies intertwined. “Someone has an erotic mind,” said Chip.

“You mean dirty mind, darling,” said Jennifer.

A waiter came by and they each picked up a glass of sparkling wine. They each finished the glass and found another waiter and retrieved two more drinks. “We are being driven home, darling?” asked Jennifer.

“No we are walking to our suite, we are spending the weekend,” replied the Major as he picked up a hors d’oeuvres from a waiter passing by.

Chip leaned into his wife and whispered; “I want to make love to you over and over and over again, darling. When this weekend is over my cock is going to be a shriveled mess.”

“Promise!” was Jennifer’s only response.

They looked at each other and kissed. The two Colonels walked up to them again and asked if Jennifer could be spared a few moments. “You all out rank me,” said Chip.

The three women walked over to a corner-leaving Chip by himself. He continued to walk around the art and sampled more of the sparkling wine. Chip looked around and didn’t see Jennifer or the Colonels. The trio had taken refuge in the lady’s lounge.

“In case you haven’t noticed Jaclyn and I are deeply in love, our previous marriages fell apart and we found each other I was wondering if you would be my best woman at our upcoming marriage?” said Colonel Darr.

“Major Connolly, I have been following your path through the Army and when you first came to JBSA I was shocked that you went into the intelligence group. In fact I had to give Denise several draft choices when you went to work for me. We both expect great things from you,” said Colonel Barns.

“Thank you for the complements and yes I will act as your best Lady,” said Jennifer.

The two colonels embraced and kissed a long slow kiss, and then they kissed Jennifer.

“Chip will be jealous, I told him that he could not kiss me because of my makeup,” said Jennifer.

Jennifer was carrying a gold colored clutch purse that suddenly vibrated. She opened her purse and pickup her phone Office was displaying on the screen. She touched answer and brought the phone to her ear. “Major Connolly it is Capt. Albright the MPs were called to base housing and found a woman that was beaten up. They arrested the man she was with.”

“Albright I am out of town at a conference with Colonel Barns I can’t get back, can you get someone to interview the victim and the accused?” said Jennifer.

“Ma’am Capt. Brice use to do all of the interview on incidents like this,” said Albright.

“Capt. Albright I looked at your record you graduated from a good Law school I think that you can interview the victim or the accused. Make some calls and find someone to help you with the interviews. In case you haven’t figured it out I am not Capt. Brice. I trust my people. I will read the report on Monday.” Jennifer touched the “Hang-up icon” to end the conversation.

“MP’s were called to base housing it looks like we have a new case of domestic abuse,” said Jennifer to the Colonels.

“I overheard the conversation, I think that I have the right person leading that group. Brice could not delegate to those working for him. Major Connolly you need to find that lovely husband of yours,” said Colonel Barns.

The three women exited the ladies lounge and Jennifer went to look for Chip. She found him at one of the bars and allowed him to get her a martini. “Did you solve the problems of the world?” asked Chip.

“No they asked me to be Colonel Darr’s best lady when the two Colonels get married. My mind is exploding right now,” said Jennifer.

The organizers announced that dinner was served and the crowd made its way into the dinning room. Chip found the table that he and Jennifer were assigned. A waiter held Jennifer’s chair as she sat down. On the table were two glasses one of white one of red wine, a salad of mixed greens. The centerpiece on the table was three miniature paintings by the artists that were on display in the reception room.

“I noticed an oak leaf on your dress is that the rank of your husband?” ask a somewhat older woman next to her.

“Yes ma’am this is my husband, but I am also a Major in the Army JAG Corp,” responded Jennifer.

“It is nice to meet you Major, I’m Doris Peterson, I am a partner in Peterson and Harget, Is your husband an attorney also?”

“No ma’am he helps train young men and women to be come warriors,” replied Jennifer.

Peterson reached for her purse and pulled out a business card and handed it to Jennifer. “My firm does some defense work with members of the military. You and I should have lunch sometime if you don’t mind meeting with the enemy.”

“It would be a pleasure, ma’am,” said Jennifer. She slipped the card into her purse making a mental note to ask Colonel Barnes if she knows Doris Peterson.

Jennifer finished all of the salad that she could stand and dropped both hands to her lap. Accept her left hand decided to play with Chip’s crotch and she leaned over and whispered some of the things that she was prepared to do when they got in their suite. Chip leaned over and kissed his wife. “Happy Anniversary, darling.”

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Jaquie is a fairly ordinary looking woman a reasonable figure in a bed sitter I would have called him a friend, not a “boyfriend” although I wouldn’t have refused him. Joe lived not far from my parents, a bit older than me and a bit of a “square” but he was alright.

It became quite a regular event for me to get a lift from him when I wanted to visit my parents. He would collect me from my flat and drop me at my parent’s door. That saved me the cost and annoyance of public transport.

We became quite good friends and our conversations were quite saucy at times, but he was a real gentleman. Of course he knew of my reputation and he knew I was supposed to have loose elastic in my knickers, and had he tried I would have welcomed him into my bed, but he made no attempt.

Things changed in a way I could never have guessed one summer Thursday afternoon.

Wednesday, I was busy at work when Joe passed my position.

“Joe, Ok for a lift home on Friday?” I asked.

Joe stopped.

“‘fraid not, I am away on Thursday, and not back for a few days. A problem at the dentists. You know you are always welcome otherwise.”

“Ok,” I whispered, “how about Thursday?”

“No problem, provided you don’t mind the wait at the dentists. I am working Thursday morning, so I would collect you about one ish.”

“Fine! See you then.”

That, in a nutshell was the start of it.

Thursday, about one ish, I had skipped work, phoned in with the usual “women’s problems”, hoping to be Ok by Monday.

Imagine the situation, one ish, two ish, three, and still no sign of Joe. About three thirty there was an urgent rapping at my flat door accompanied by a similar urgent ringing of the door bell.

As I opened the door, Joe pushed past me into the flat.

“Where’s the toilet?…Quick!”

“Round to the right!”

Joe ran in unzipping his trousers as he went. I followed on.

“What happened?”

He hadn’t closed the door, and I stood behind him as he pissed noisily into the pan. As his flow was subsiding I stepped up behind him, reached round and took his dick in my hand directing the flow as it died.

Joe did not pull away.

“Bloody traffic!” he exclaimed, “I left work just before one, and have been stuck in the traffic since… Some sort of protest and an accident…My dentist’s appointment is well missed, and by heck I needed that piss.”

That was the most coarse I had ever heard from Joe, I was to hear more before the weekend was over. As he ceased to piss his dick started to thicken.

“You know what Joe, I have been dying to get my hands on your dick virtually ever since I started to travel with you. I have damned near wet my knickers often in your car just longing for it.”

His dick by now was like a bar of steel.

“Well, now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?”

“All I can think is how I want to ride it! You know, get it up me.”

What followed was crude in the extreme, Joe turned to face me, I grabbed hold of his cock again, he pushed me against the bathroom wall, shoved his hand up my skirt, raising it then tugged my knickers aside, poked his fingers in my hole then pulled them out… wet.

I just roughly aimed his dick at the area and hoped for the best. I was wet enough for it to just slide full length into me and we just fucked. I got my legs up and locked them behind his back as he hammered my pussy, I creamed in one continuous orgasm from the time he hit bottom until well after he spunked me. When he subsided and dropped out of me I said.

“I suppose you want a drink or something.”

“That would be nice.”

I staggered sarışın porno towards the kitchen, my knees wobbling as I held furniture and door frames to steady myself.

“Shiiit.” I thought, “why didn’t you go for it sooner you stupid bitch, It’s better than anything you have had since you popped your bubble.”

Holding firmly to the kitchen work surfaces; my legs had gone, I made black coffee. It had to be black, two reasons, I was broke, the main reason I wanted to go to my parent’s, and payday wasn’t until Monday. I’ll tell you, I had to take the coffee into the lounge one cup at a time, I had to have one hand free to steady myself, I had been very well fucked and my legs were as weak as water.

“Black Coffee? Is that the best you can do?” Joe was clearly unimpressed.

“Sorry, I’ve got no milk. I ran out of both milk and funds yesterday hence I was going home to my mum’s.”

“I’ll go to the corner shop” Joe volunteered

He took very few minutes to return with milk, and I used the time he was away to try to compose myself. I couldn’t get away from the sensation I had of the hole in my body that had been vacated by his cock.

It still felt stretched but at this time not filled. The orgasms had died away when he dropped out of me but I felt absolutely shagged and at the same time both elated and hungry for more, more of that steel hard vigorous rampant cock.

“Milk!…you want some in your coffee?” Joe was back and after adding milk to both coffees he resettled himself in my favourite easy chair.

“What’s this broke business?” Joe asked.

“Just that, I had a bit of a spend at the sales and I haven’t enough to get through till payday so I decided I live on my mum for the last few days.”

“Is that the only reason to go?”

“I suppose.”

“I am going to the coast for the evening. Got nothing much to do until work on Monday. Would you like to come with me?”

“Would you drop me at mum’s after?”

“Not necessarily.”

” I might go to Tesco’s and buy groceries, bring you back here, and spend the weekend fucking you.”

To say I was shocked by Joe’s directness would be an understatement. No more I suppose than I deserved based upon my interference of him less than an hour ago.

“Well, What do you say? Yes or no?”

It wasn’t long before we were sitting in his car heading for Brean Down, some of you will know it, not far from Weston Super Mare, I had just about made time to change out of my spunk soaked knickers and give my pussy a wash before slipping into fresh silky Frenchies.

Having parked the car we started up to the top of the Down, there were a few stiles to cross on the way, and under the guise of giving me assistance over them Joe’s hand went up under my skirt, I just wriggled my arse.

At the second stile the same happened again, but this time his hand went up the leg of my Frenchies. I was just at that time glad that his other hand was carrying a blanket. The two fingers he got into my pussy did not help me to get over the stile.

Anyway, we got to the top, and had a bit of a wander round, it was dusk, and there was no one else about as we laid out the blanket and sat down to look out over Weston.

I stroked Joe’s leg, leaned over and kissed him, all a bit soppy really, but he responded and stuck his tongue into my mouth, when I returned the compliment, his hand went to my tits and he gave me a good fondling.

The crunch came when he rubbed his thumb across my nipple, I couldn’t avoid moaning with the thrill of it. I had been tit squeezed before, but I had never been fondled so tenderly sex hikayeleri and so effectively.

Joe crawled round behind me as I sat there, put his arms around me and continued to fondle my tits. I am not joking girls when I tell you, my pussy ached for his cock, which I could feel rigid against the small of my back. I was moaning my needs, mentally begging him to shaft me.

“What’s that down there,” he whispered in my ear.

“Where?”

“Down there… Kneel up.”

I did so. I just knew it was going to happen. The scene was being played out but I had no idea what the script was to be.

“I can’t see anything.”

“You are in the wrong position, kneel forward on your arms.”

I did, acutely aware that my arse was high in the air and Joe was kneeling behind me. I heard a zip, and I felt a cool chill as my skirt was raised above my nether regions.

“I still can’t see what you are looking at.”

He leaned over my back, I could feel his rampant cock nestling between my cheeks. As Joe indicated a point in the distance I put one hand back between my legs, cupped his tight ball bag then with the tip of his cock eased my gusset to the side and made sure that his cock was aimed truly. He thrust forward and measured his length within me.

I just moaned and pushed back into him, I will say this girls, the earth didn’t move but the lights of Weston Super mare certainly bounced with every thrust of that cock and I enjoyed every stroke.

It was so good that I was screaming like a Banshee. So if anyone was in the region of Brean Down that Thursday, July evening in 1980 and were disturbed by my Banshee impression, my apologies, but my needs were being met with a vengeance and the noise had to come out!

All he said as he slackened off and dropped out was,

“I am fucking hungry.”

He rolled onto his side, his wet, dribbling cock lolling against his leg,

Me? I slid forward and lay on my stomach, my legs spread and my pussy gaping. I was hungry too so I needed to compose myself as did Joe, we lay for must have been an hour possibly dozing before Joe decided we should move.

I sat up as he started to pull up his trousers, his cock was stuck to his leg and a snail trail led from the tip across his leg. He winced as he freed his cock then finished dressing.

I was glad that I had stayed where I lay, it gave the juice time to ooze and dry without my thighs sticking together. I decided to remove my silk frenchies which were still damp, so as not to chaffe, I didn’t want to get sore.

By the time we got back down to the car park, I was bursting for a pee. The Ladies toilet was locked and barred,

” Oh…fuck.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I need a pee.”

“Well, go then, what’s stopping you?” we were by the car at the roadside.

“The Ladies is closed.”

“Use the Gents then.”

I hobbled painfully round to the Gents, struggling not to dribble.

“Its locked too.” I wailed.

“Wait till we get into town and find another.”

“Its too urgent.” I was painfully aware of my need. “I must go now.”

“There’s no one about, come over here, do it in the gutter.”

“Now what.”

“Well girl, if you’re that desperate, squat and squirt. Get on with it.”

“Aren’t you going to look away?”

“Why, you have seen me piss.”

I gathered up my coat hem and my skirt, exposing my naked nether regions and let a squirt go. Then stopped.

“So much for desperate.”

I started again, then gushed, the torrent of urine running in the gutter.

“Have you got a tissue?”

Joe produced şişman porno one from his pocket, thrust his hand between my thighs and wiped my dripping pussy as the urine disappeared , turning the dust to almost mud.

We dined on fish and chips in one of Weston’s many restaurants; I won’t let on which one, enough to say I was well groped whilst we ate, discretely of course.

We moved on to Tesco’s on the outskirts of Weston, and here again I have an apology to make, to the elderly gentleman, if he reads this, who turned into the aisle where I had squatted to pick a soft drink from the bottom shelf.

My knees were not together, and I do hope he recovered from his coughing fit. Oooops.

On returning to the car, I removed my coat and as we left the car park I opened my blouse I half turned towards Joe my skirt fell back across my thighs exposing my matted hair, a tissue dampened with some water from a bottle under the seat freshened it up a bit.

I unzipped his trousers and fondled his cock, gradually coaxing life back into it. Down toward Banwell and out toward Chew Magna, once away from the main roads, I crawled over and took his knob into my mouth, licking around the head before attempting to swallow it, sucking and tongueing.

A sharp swerve nearly threw me to the floor of the car, as we slipped from the road to the parking verge at the lake.

“Get out, get out , come round this side.”

We were on the off side so Joe’s side of the vehicle was away from the traffic, not that there was much on this road at night. I went round to him.

“Lean over that fence if I don’t get this juice out by fucking, you will have us in the ditch with your blow job, lift your skirt.”

I did so and he was in me as soon as I reached down to direct his cock. It was as short and sharp as our initial encounter, then his juice and mine mingled as I came with him. We hadn’t even turned the engine off, and were away again as soon as I had licked his cock clean. All the few cars that passed could see was two people looking out over the lake. It was late when we arrived back at my flat, the whole area was in darkness. I grabbed the bags of groceries and headed for the door as Joe secured the car. He came behind me and as I was defenseless with a bag of groceries in each hand he reached round and squeezed my tits. They were still exposed from our journey.

Once inside the flat I just dropped the bags of groceries turned and went straight to the heart of the matter., grabbing his cock, I dragged him to the bedroom, shrugging out of my coat as I did so. Turning my back to the bed, his now rigid cock in my hand I lifted the front of my skirt and fell backwards onto the bed with Joe on top of me, He cock was very quickly in me and I fucked my hips up at him, he rode me thrust for thrust, his hard cock almost leaving me on the downward stroke and hitting my cervix on the upward.

He came, the wads of spunk blasting into me sent me over the top for the first time ever I found myself almost peeing myself with the intensity of the cums. Gradually the blasts of spunk started to fade, and with it the cums I was enjoying.

“I think…” Joe said… “that we need to calm down a bit, maybe have a coffee, and certainly get out of our clothes. I want to see you naked girl.”

“You’ve already seen all my bits.”

“And very very nice bits they are too, but the complete picture dear girl will be a real treat.”

Getting up from the bed he had stepped out of his trousers, his semi flaccid cock hanging from his underpants. He flicked on the light as he headed to the kitchen to make the coffee.

I lay on my back on the bed my legs wantonly splayed , rudely exposing my well used and still hungry pussy, studying the crack in the ceiling, pondering the fact that this was almost the conclusion of the first half day of what promised to be a most enjoyable and hopefully satisfying long weekend.

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July was just the way she loved it, mid nineties, hot and humid. While everyone in town that morning complained of the heat, she reveled in it. She found it sensual and seductive lying naked in the blazing sun, covered in oil and sweat, her tan glistening.

Her beach. She’d found the secluded spot quite by accident. The sand almost a pure white, the water calm as it washed ashore, and completely secluded. Having come here for better than two weeks now she’d never seen any trace of another human being there. After the first week, she’d become secure enough to lie at the edge of the water, naked, to sunbathe.

Stripping her clothes from her sweat soaked body; she walked into the cool lake water, wetting herself, and finally slipped beneath the water, swimming for a bit, before she emerged and slathered herself with oil, enjoying the feel of it against her skin, and the exhilarating smell of coconut. She felt so alive here, naked with nature. Spreading a towel at the edge of the water, she lay down on her back, so that her legs and feet met the cool water as it lapped against the beach. She found the water caressing her soothing, and she closed her eyes, falling asleep.

He’d been watching her for days now.

He figured her to be somewhere in her thirties. Long, thick brown hair, with red highlights that dazzled in the sun. He even had a little bet going with himself that she washed her hair in coconut-scented shampoo. The smell of the coconut oil she rubbed into her body always drifted up to him where he sat hid from her sight. Almost bronze, her tan so deep, he figured she always tanned nude, for there was not a tan line to be seen. She was of average height, and slender, pretty, her mouth moist with a pale pink lipstick. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat and her shaved pussy intrigued him. He’d never been with a woman without a bush.

Since he first spied on her, he knew he would have her. Every minute of his days and nights had been spent plotting or fantasying about her. Damn, just watching or thinking about the woman and he was hard, finding he’d have to take care of himself, or go pump himself into his wife…the frigid princess, he called her. There was nothing soft or sensual about his wife. He couldn’t even remember why he married her.

He looked at the things he’d brought with him and smiled. Shit, he was gonna go seduce the lady with a picnic basket. He’d purchased the most expensive bottle of wine in the liquor store, stopping by the grocery to buy strawberries, apples and even some kiwi, along with various cheeses. Then he’d gone to a department store, bought the wicker basket, two crystal wine glasses, with matching crystal plates and cloth napkins. He hadn’t spent this much time nor put that much thought into anything for years. Forty years old and now his cock was dictating his life. But from the looks of the woman sprawled on the beach before him…he had the distinct feeling he would not be disappointed. Pulling himself up, he grabbed his basket and began working his way to the beach, wondering how he was going to keep his rock hard cock under control for a bit longer.

Setting the basket down as porno izle he reached the beach, he whipped his polo shirt off, kicked off his sandals and walked to his bathing beauty and knelt beside her. Sound asleep, her lips were slightly parted, her breathing easy and he watched for a moment as her breasts gently rose and fell with each breath she took. Her hair fanned against the towel, and he reached over and ran his fingers through the thick waves of softness. His cock throbbed, imprisoned in his tight swim trunks, and he changed positions, allowing himself some relief.

He traced a finger over her forehead and down her face, outlining her lips. He smiled as her warm breath touched his fingers, and the moisture from her lipstick stained his fingertips. She moved slightly at his light touch, a soft sigh escaped her lips, humming against his touch. Beads of sweat swam with the coconut oil that coated her body, and he let his stare rake over every inch of her. He’d never wanted a woman more than he did her.

Before he lost total control, he got up to get the basket, bringing it back just a few feet from his sleeping beauty, and he set about arranging their little “love feast.” Pouring the wine, he sipped the cool sweetness and walked back over to her, and lay down, propping himself up on an elbow and watched her. Several minutes passed by, he was completely mesmerized by her…aching to touch her, taste her…and pour himself into her.

Slowly, he tipped his glass and trickled wine across her breasts, her nipples hardening as it dribbled down and around her firm, full, succulent orbs. She moved again slightly, rolling her head towards him, a smile touching her lips. Again he took his glass, spilling the wine onto her body, watching it run down her flat stomach and pool around her naval before finding its way between her legs. He heard her sharp intake of breath and glanced quickly back at her face. She was still sleeping, but he could see a sexual tension tugging at her.

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Lying back beside her, he saw her legs had parted, giving him access to her golden pussy. The tide was rising, and he watched as the water covered her feet and legs, tickling her almost to her knees. Her body responded to the gentle rush of water and she moved her body, soft moans coming from deep inside of her. He tilted his wine glass, and spilled it against her breasts, and as the wine made its course down her body, he fingers followed it. Her skin was soft, silky underneath his fingers…and his seduction was pulling her from her sleep, slowly. She moved into his hand as it traced the lines the wine had left.

His fingers glided over her golden mound, and rubbed deeper, his fascination growing at the soft skin, and he groaned at the feel of her, the sight of her and her legs moved and she began arching towards the teasing he gave her. Looking up at her, the smile on her face, seeing her breathing grow more rapid as he played, he brushed her lips with his, then began running his tongue over her smile. Kitten moans of pleasure echoed in his ears as she responded to his kisses, parting her lips, and his tongue danced against hers, savoring the mint taste amatör porno of her mouth.

Damn, he didn’t even know her name. He watched as she stirred, as her sleep left her and her eyes slowly opened, squinting in the sun, and she shadowed them with a slender hand.

She woke from a wonderful dream of being seduced, with water and fingers, which seemed to dance on her skin. She could feel her wetness between her legs, and it wasn’t from the water, or from the summer heat that dampened her body. Her nipples were hard and she ached from unspent passion. As her eyes adjusted to the glaring brightness of the day, she felt him…before she saw him. His raw masculinity spoke.

Dark hair, a beard shadowing his handsome chiseled features, his eyes a smoking green. She allowed her gaze to travel to his tanned torso, noted the firmness of his muscles, the dark hair curling on his chest, and she took in the bulge barely hidden behind his swim trunks. He rolled away from her and she admired his legs, the dark hair against his tan, the muscles flexing with his movement.

Before she could move, he’d rolled back to her and brought a plump strawberry to her mouth. Mischief…twinkled with the desire she saw in his eyes, and deciding she was quite safe, not to mention the aching in her for a man, she took the strawberry between her teeth, biting down and letting its juice trickled down her chin. The strawberry was sweet….cool and juicy. It was sensual, and she felt her body flush from the thoughts that came to her.

He fed her strawberries, his eyes seldom leaving hers, except when he would feel her body stir to her own secret thoughts, and he would have to watch…see her trace her breasts with her hand or rub it across her stomach. His gasped when without warning, she had brought her hand to his chest, her long nails teasing his nipples, barely touching, yet his body burned with lust.

Slowly she traveled the length of his torso, her fingertips sailing over his finely detailed muscles, stopping to dip into his naval. He closed his eyes as she explored him, almost holding his breath, sinking into her touch. She played with the waistband around his trunks, her body moving towards him, asking for his caress.

A kiss upon her lips and he dropped his head, circling a hardened nipple, his hand running along the curve of her waist. Slowly, he nibbled and licked, her body arching towards him, begging for more, until he sucked the firm nipple into his mouth. She tasted of wine and coconut, and he sucked the nipple deeper into his mouth, licking harder, his tongue flicking over her nipple, anxious to taste just her skin. His deep moans were muffled as he buried his face in her breasts and his hands stroked her body, pulling her closer.

She watched him as he worshipped first one taut nipple then the next, delighting in how he could come at her gently, then possessed her, sucking harder, his tongue flicking faster against her erect nipples. Her body flamed with desire. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, and trailed them across his back, her nails lightly grazing his hot skin. She drew a long leg up over his anal porno hip and pulled herself tight against him, rubbing against the bulge he still kept hidden.

Sitting with her leg thrown over him, he felt the heat from her pussy as she pushed her mound against him. God, she was wet. Her nails raking across his back, her playing with his hair…teasing his earlobe, the feel of her body crushing against him caused him to tremble. Her body was quivering beneath his hands and mouth.

He slowly stood up, bringing him with her, and carried her to the blanket he’d spread earlier up the beach. Laying her down, he spread her legs, and knelt between the V. Her pussy glistened in the sun, moist from the oil…wet from his play. He smiled at her, and began lightly running his fingers over her inner thighs, let them slide over her bare, tanned mound and then he parted her wet lips and his thumb found her clit. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his back, pulling him to her.

He ran the tip of his tongue along her slit, nibbling at her lips, then sought her clit. Just as he’d done with each nipple he started gently, increasing the pressure, sucking her clit, flicking his tongue against it, harder and harder. Slipping two fingers into her, he quickly found her g-spot and teased her, her hips thrusting her up to meet his advances. He buried his face deeper into her, her smell, her juices covering his face and he drove his fingers deeper inside of her. Faster, harder…knowing she was on the edge, he continued until her body exploded in climax.

With one hand, he stripped the trunks from his body, his cock throbbing as it fell free, and he positioned himself over her. She reached up, running her hand the length of his rod, stroking him. Her finger rubbed against his head, and she looked up at him, as she brought her now wet finger to her mouth, sucking off the precum that she’s wiped from his cock. He wanted her mouth around his dick, and she knew it. She moved from under him, as he rolled on his back, and she went to claim him.

Kneeling over him, she took him in her hand, her fingers enjoying the smooth skin stretched over his hardness. She brushed her tongue along his head, and she smile as his body jerked towards her, and she heard him groan with pleasure. Licking the length of him, circling his cock with her tongue, and then sucking his balls, gently in and out of her mouth, as her hand worked his shaft. His hand caught in her hair, urging her to take him in her mouth.

She looked up at him, smiled at the look on his face, and slowly wrapped her lips around his head, and began sucking him, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. His moans grew loader, and he found her rhythm and thrust his shaft into her hot mouth. Her hands found his balls, massaging them, lightly, then harder…back and forth. Deeper and harder, he fed her his cock. She loved the way he twisted her hair around his fingers, the way he tenderly massaged her neck. She felt him swelling, and she sucked harder, taking him deep in her throat, and he shot his jism into her mouth. She swallowed it all; he tasted so good.

She got up and straddled him, a smile on her face, rubbing her mound deep into him, then reached into the basket and pulled an apple from the basket and took a bite. He smiled, his eyes dancing with laughter and excitement, as she offered him a bite of the fruit…the summer was going to get much hotter…

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It was 11:30 when I woke up. I trudged downstairs for some coffee and was amazed at the silence of the house. I couldn’t even hear a clock ticking. I sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. I was glad I had a savings and even more glad that Kath and Randy had offered their own house for a while.

Still I didn’t want to sit around all day and do nothing. Being an active person who enjoyed their work and lifestyle I’d go stark raving mad just doing nothing. Time to be up and about.

I cleaned up what little there was to clean and jumped in the shower. I was out and dressed in no time and had just finished my make up when there was a knock at the door. As I ran down stairs the phone rang. I opened the door at the same time I said “Hello” into the receiver.

“Delivery for Paradise?” and “Hey you’re finally awake…” at the same time.

“Hold on….did you say Paradise?” I asked.

“No…your awake….” and “Yeah, am I at the right house?”

“No, no, no Kath…hold on there is a delivery guy at the door…”

“Can you tell me where Paradise is?” the young guy at the door asked.

“Right in front of you.” Jimmy answered. I hadn’t seen him come up.

I couldn’t help but smile remembering last night. And he was in uniform again. I couldn’t believe he had this effect on me. “Hiya Jimmy….Hey Kath I am going to have to call you back.”

Just a giggle and a dial tone. “You know Jimmy…my name is not Paradise.”

“Yeah it is after that blow job last night….cause that’s where you put me, in Paradise.” He handed the delivery guy 20 bucks and smiled at him. “Thanks dude.” The delivery guy was staring at me with a look of awe on his face. I couldn’t help but giggle. “UUhhh…don’t you have more deliveries to make?” Jimmy asked him with a smile as he reached over and palmed my left breast.

“Jimmy!” I exclaimed with a smile. “Your too bad.” I reached porno izle for the box the delivery guy was holding as Jimmy tweaked my nipple. “OOOhhhh!”

“Oh my God” the delivery guy whispered as he turned around and walked down the steps.

Jimmy smiled at me and said “Open the box…” as he walked in and shut the door. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Do you now? You think you know me after one blow job huh?” I glanced up at him as I opened the box. I scooped out some of the packing material and dug for what was buried inside. “Oh wow…uuummm…I don’t know what to say Jimmy…” I looked up and he was looking at me with this big streak of mischief in his eyes and a huge grin on his face. The dimple that displayed itself in his left cheek was my undoing and I knew it.

“Read what it does…out loud…” He reached down and rubbed his hand across the front of his pants.

“Ummm…let’s see…” I was going to torture him I decided. “It says right here that it is a remote control vibrating panty….”

“No the other one…” Jimmy smiled as he again ran his hand across his cock.

“Ooohhh…ok…it says it has life like feeling and it’s 10 inches long and 4.5 inches around…with clitoral stimulators…guaranteed to make her moan and sweat…” I smiled over at him. “Sounds like you would like to play.”

“No Paradise….I want to watch you play. Play for me baby….please.” He ground his hips against his hand. “I’m going to watch you and your going to watch me.” He freed his dick and stroked it several times. “Your nipples are hard Eden…I can see them sticking out through your shirt. Free them love…give them what they need. Give me what I need…”

I stood up and removed my clothes and as I was reaching for my panties he said “No leave them on…I’m taking them when I leave.” How could he possibly know how to turn me on like this.

“Yes sir, Officer….” I replied amatör porno as I watched his cock jump at my words. So it’s like that …a fantasy about making it in uniform…I could really help him out!! “What do you need Officer…”

“Lay on the couch and spread your legs…” he replied as he moved closer. “Yes that’s it…turn it on…slowly, make it vibe slowly….” He sat on the coffee table and leaned over me a bit. The feeling of him watching this huge cock like vibrator humming between my legs was very erotic. “Slide it slowly back and forth…yeah baby…show me what feels good to you…show me all the spots that get you.”

I slid the vibrator over my now wet lips. I could feel the moisture through my panties. As the huge vibrator hummed incessantly I moaned and looked at Jimmy. “Uuummm…that’s good….” I said as I slid my other hand into play. My fingers were wet and I realized there was only one other time I had ever been this wet…last night.

“Pull your panties aside and work it into your pussy…slowly…I know it’s big but not as big as I am. Show me you can take it….”

The fake cock was big and I knew it was going to stretch me. I placed the head at my opening, felt myself getting wetter, and pushed until the head was in. “Oh my God Officer…that’s going to be too much for me…” I cooed.

I knew I could take it all as long as I went slow but why not play along.

“Deeper Paradise…” He didn’t take his eyes off of my wet pussy with the vibrator just barley pressing into me.

I pushed again and felt two more inches slide into me. God this was feeling good. I looked at Jimmy and he was looking at me smiling. “Deeper.” he commanded. I pushed again and moaned. “Look at you…so open…take it all.” He was stroking his cock with a steady pressure. “I am going to stretch you more than that.”

“Please…oh God Officer…what should anal porno I do now?” The vibe was buried in me and the clit stimulator was placed just right. I ground my hips against it and moaned louder.

“Turn up the power…here I’ll do it for you.” Jimmy leaned over me and his cock brushed the side of my face. It seemed to take him forever to up the power. I felt the increasing vibe slowly and knew he was watching it slide in and out of me. “So beautiful Paradise…so pink and wet…gush for me girl..”

His hand was back on his cock and he was pumping it into his hand like crazy. It was directly right over my face. I was close and moaning like crazy. “Oh Officer…is this right?….that feels so good but I can’t make myself gush…oh yeah….uuuummmm…”

“Fuck it Eden….it’s me sliding in and out of you…feel my dick stretching your hot pussy?…hold on baby….it’s going to be so good….I want to see you gush Paradise….I know you can…do it for me love….”

I felt the orgasm building. I was lost to the power of it. I looked at Jimmy and he smiled. “Gush….let it go baby….” And I came with a flood of liquid. I trashed and moaned and ground my hips against that huge vibe that was now filling me. “Pull it out…let me see…” Jimmy said. His voice sounded choked.

I pulled the vibe out and felt the liquid explosion gush out of my pussy. “OOOHHH…MY….GOD…JIMMY….” I screamed. He looked at me and came all over my face. “Oh Paradise…I knew you could….that was beautiful…” he fell on top of me and smiled. “You got cum on your lips…”

I licked it away and smiled. This felt so right. No hang ups and no bullshit. No games…just pleasure. This was a guy after my own heart. “Jimmy…I need…”

“Don’t you two ever stop?” Kath asked. We hadn’t even heard her come in.

We jumped and laughed. “What’s the fun in stopping?” Jimmy asked. “Paradise…give them to me….”

As I slid out of my panties and handed them to him I realized they were soaked. “Here Officer…for evidence.” I smiled.

“You learn too fast…call you later baby…” He stood up and put his dick back in his pants. “Be ready…”

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