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CHAPTER EIGHT

“As long as we are telling stories, I think you would enjoy hearing about what happened to me just last semester at the university.”

“I had arranged to meet one of my professors at his home to discuss a paper I was writing. While I never planned anything to happen, I admit I wanted to be appealing to him. I wore a tight pair of white shorts, an open weaved white cotton sweater (without a bra), a pearl necklace and a pair of high-heeled sandals, all of which looked quite good against my deeply tanned body.”

“I showed up at his house at about eight-fifteen in the evening and we sat in his den, talking about English. But being in a non-classroom setting with him made him seem even more attractive to me, so I flirted.”

“He was slow to respond, trying to remain very professional. At around nine-thirty, after one of my stronger flirting glances and smiles, he said, `You know, you are a very good-looking young lady. And if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to do something about it.'” “`Whatever do you mean?’ I protested innocently.”

“He replied with something to the effect that my body was stimulating and my face alluring. I blushed, but I was also pleased, and I felt my nipples suddenly harden. He stared right at my breasts and then stood up, walked around behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. I knew he was looking down at more than my face, and I liked it. I nipples tingled under his stare and I felt them push against my sweater, realizing that he would notice. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I responded with my tongue. Then I felt his fingers on my nipples, lightly rubbing them through my sweater. I cooed and arched my breasts up toward him. It felt divine. I was absolutely turned on by being touched on only my lips and nipples. I wanted him to go on caressing me more and more.”

“At this point he must have sensed how hot I was. He stopped kissing me, reached down and lifted my sweater above my breasts. He was seeing in full light my exposed pink nipples protruding like tiny erections from my bare, white breasts. I was very turned-on. He reached down with his fingers and began rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I felt a flood of warmth between my legs and threw my head back, closing my eyes. My breasts were lifted up as he caressed them, driving me into a frenzy of lust.”

“After this had gone on for a while and I was wild with the tension that had built up between my thighs, he told me to play with myself. I was very embarrassed at the idea of doing it in front of him, but I was so excited that I needed to try to relieve my longing. I reached up under the leg band of my shorts and found my clitoris. He was still rolling my now throbbing nipples, sometimes between his thumb and forefinger, sometimes with a circular motion using the tip of his finger.”

“My shorts were too tight to allow me as much movement as I needed to get off. So I pulled my fingers out from the tight leg band, undid the front of my shorts and thrust my hand inside. I rubbed my wet clit faster and faster while my hips bounced up and down on the chair. Finally my orgasm burst through my being. As I sat there, my body trembling in the aftermath, I looked up at him and smiled.”

“`That was fantastic,’ he said. `After you have collected yourself why don’t we go into the living room.'”

“After I rested for a moment I pulled down my sweater, fastened my shorts and followed him into his living room. When I sat down on the couch I expected him to be all over me, but instead he sat down in a chair that faced the couch. I blushed and looked at him questioningly and he just smiled.”

“Then he said, `Your body is beautiful, and seeing you so turned-on really turned me on.’ I blushed even more and he continued, `What I’d like would be for you to take off you clothes so I can enjoy seeing all of you naked charms.’ After the pleasure he had just given me, it seemed like the least I could do for him.”

“I ankara escort leaned forward to unfasten a sandal, but he said, `No, leave your shoes on. Your beautiful, long legs look so tempting in heels.’ So I stood up and paused for a moment, not sure what to take off first. Then, I guess because he had already seen my breasts, I removed my sweater. As I pulled it over my head, he said, `Very nice.’ I folded my sweater neatly and laid it on the back of the couch. When I stood up straight, I sucked in my tummy. Being aware that this caused my breasts to thrust forward, my pink nipples protruding invitingly.”

“I opened my shorts, peeled them down over my hips and thighs and stepped out of them. I folded them and turned around to put them on top of my sweater. I heard a sudden intake of breath when I bent over slightly. I knew that the back of my panties had slipped into the crack of my ass leaving my cheeks almost completely exposed. I turned back to face him and saw his growing anticipation clearly outlined in his pants. I smiled seductively then pulled my panties down and off, tossing them on my other clothes. I stood there utterly naked except for my pearl necklace and white sandals.”

“`God, you are beautiful,’ he said with sincere appreciation. `Let’s go make some hors d’oeuvres and get a drink.'”

“I was taken back. He, still fully dressed in his jacket, pants and tie, caught my hand and led me into the kitchen. He kept looking admiringly at my breasts, bush, ass and legs, but never once even tried to caress me. He ignored my embarrassment and acted as if the situation was normal.”

“`Here, peel this cucumber and slice it thinly,’ he said. While I did so, he proceeded to de-crust, quarter and spread butter on pieces of bread, all the while glancing at me, occasionally saying things like, `My, you are pretty,’ or `You really have a sexy ass,’ or `Your breasts are so firm and lively.’ Once he said, `Seeing that soft mound of hair atop your shapely thighs is driving me crazy.’ I felt my cheeks reddened with each comment, but they turned me on immensely. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just stood there, being watched and complimented and slicing the cucumber. Then, at his instruction, I put a slice of cucumber on each bread quarter and sprinkled it with lemon juice and pepper. He stood there smiling and watched me. `Take them back into the living room,’ he told me while picking up a bottle of wine and two glasses. I went out ahead of him and I knew he was watching the way I walked so I tried to make my hips sway alluringly.”

“I put the tray of hors d’oeuvres down on the coffee table and thrust my ass back at him. I heard him chuckle and we sat down as before, me on the couch and him in the chair. I kept my legs crossed so that only the top fringe of my bush and my breasts were revealed to him. It was very erotic to sit there in the nude, talking, eating and drinking wine. He asked me about my love life, how much I dated, if I flirted much, how far I usually went and if I enjoyed making love. I answered vaguely and was becoming embarrassed again. He asked me what I liked a lover to do to me. I said that I hadn’t really thought about it much.”

“`Uncross your legs,’ he told me. I did, exposing the damp slit between my legs to his gaze. He stared directly at it, making me tingle. He put down his drink, got up and walked over to me. He kneeled down in front of me and kissed my tummy, then the top of my bush and then moved lower. The sensation was thrilling. I slid down on the sofa, opened my legs wide and thrust my box up to his mouth. Gently, he probed with his tongue, flicking it onto and around my stiff clit, first lightly, then faster and more intensely. I began writhing under his expert ministrations. He grabbed my buttocks with both hands and buried his face in my blonde bush. His tongue was like a continuous lightning bolt, licking my pulsating clitoris then probing deeply into my pussy.”

“I began to cum wildly, vaguely aware of the heightened sensation of his fingers http://www.e06.org/ as they explored my anus. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure became so intense that I tried to get away from his thrilling tongue and probing fingers. But he held me tightly when I squirmed. My orgasm crashed through me, I soared higher than ever before. His tongue stopped it’s maddening lapping of my clit and gradually I returned to my senses, only to have it come blasting back when he renewed his efforts. Again and again he brought me to new peaks of pleasure. He finally stopped, caressed my clit slowly one more time with his talented tongue before kissing me and sitting down next to me. I was shattered, I lay there with my legs spread, gasping.”

“`I want to do something for you.’ I felt marvelous and I wanted him to feel that way also.”

“`You will,’ he said, `but I want you to see that turning someone else on is as sexy as being turned on yourself. Physically, the need is to be stimulated, and it’s great. But emotionally, mentally, the real kick is exciting someone else. Also, while there is physical need for eventual release, the build up, being turned on and waiting, is really the most fun. It takes self-control and the ability to defer physical pleasure to enhance the erotic mental enjoyment. What we have been doing has been fantastically arousing for me.'”

“`Anyway, now I want you to take off your clothes and stop hiding your body from me.'”

“`Okay,’ he said and got up to remove his suit. When at last he dropped his shorts, I saw his big cock.”

“`Mmmmmmm,’ I murmured.”

“He stood before me for a moment, his dick pulsing slightly, and then said, `Let’s have dinner. I’ll stay like this, but I want you to put something on. Sometimes wearing a few clothes is more exciting than wearing nothing at all.'”

“He left and quickly returned with a dress. It was silky, clingy and cobalt blue. It was like a long shirt but only had two buttons at the waist and was cut very provocatively. At the top it was cut low and very wide, revealing my navel and the inner halves of my breasts, with just enough material to cover my nipples. The bottom was split from my waist down. If I stood perfectly straight and still, all of my charms were hidden. But when I walked, my inner thigh, right up to my bush was exposed. If I leaned to one side or the other the top would gap open to reveal an entire breast.”

“Although he had already seen me nude, being dressed like that was even more of a turn-on. I watched his cock twitch with pleasure each time I moved and bared a portion of my anatomy.”

“We went into the kitchen to prepare dinner: a couple of steaks, baked potatoes, corn and a salad. As we cooked, I could not keep my eyes off of his prick. I had never really taken a close look at a nude man before. Whenever my nipples were revealed, his cock pulsed.”

“When he seated me at the dining room table, the split skirt of my dress fell open. His prick jumped against the back of my neck and I reached up to stroke it. He bent over to kiss me warmly and then went to the other side of the table to sit down. While we ate, by candle light, his naked cock and my exposed crotch were hidden by the table. My box got wetter and wetter at the thought of the sensuality of the situation. As often as I could, I leaned forward or to the side so that my erect nipples would flash into view. I always acted like it was an accident, smiled and then recovered myself.”

“After we finished eating we cleared the table and returned to the living room. He sprawled out on the couch and said, `Now you can do some things for me. You know how your sexy body excites me. I want you to dance for me, to do a striptease.'”

“I stammered `I don’t know how,’ blushing fiercely”

“`Improvise,’ he said. `Remember your goal is to excite and tantalize me. It will arouse you and that will excite me even more.'”

“I started to take off the dress when he stopped me. `Oh, no,’ he said, `Not yet. You should be able to go escort ankara a long way with it on.’ I must have looked puzzled. `Look, think of all the ways you can tease me by showing just a little, then a little more. You could drive me wild fully dressed.’ He saw my continued confusion. `Wiggle. Gyrate. Hunch. Hump. Go ahead.'”

“I began to understand and started to undulate before him like a belly-dancer, letting the split in the dress flick open and closed. Soon I really got into it. I wiggled my breasts so they popped out of hiding and I saw his cock throb. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and thrust my pelvis up and down. I was really turned on so I dropped my hands to my pussy and parted the lips, caressing myself. Now his cock was as hard as a rock. I stuck a finger into my wet pussy and slide it in and out, coating it with my juices. Then I raised my wet finger to my mouth and started sucking it like it was a miniature cock.”

“`Now. Now take it off,’ he whispered hoarsely. I stood and did so, slowly and wantonly, all the while running my hands over my body. For a while I just had the top part off, then I let the whole dress fall to the floor.”

“`Stand on the table,’ he said and I did. He looked up at me hungrily. `Turn around, let me see that beautiful ass.’ I did as he asked and wiggled my butt obscenely. `Oh,’ he gasped. `Bend over.’ As I did I knew that my dripping pussy was totally revealed to him.`Oh, you look so good like that, with your firm breasts hanging down and you sweet pussy winking at me between you cheeks. Touch yourself.’ I slipped a finger down and into my wet box as he stared at me. My fingers were rapidly moving in and out when he said, `Come here, knell on the couch.’ At first I didn’t understand, but when I felt his cock pushing against my pussy from behind I was ecstatic. Then he guided his prick slowly into my waiting hot box and pressed his body into mine. Slowly and gently at first, he slid in and out. Gradually he picked up speed, thrusting rapidly and more powerfully. His hands found my breasts and pulled on my hard nipples. I was torn apart by bolts of pure pleasure, more deeply sensual and sexual than I had ever known. I hurtled my hips back at him, meeting each lunging stroke. I wiggled and gasped as my breathing quickened. His pace and ferocity somehow increased again. I felt my climax building as I arched my back up to him. My orgasm coursed through me like rolling thunder. His hot cum filled me and then he collapsed upon me. We lay there exhausted and both totally satisfied.”

“`Let’s take a quick shower and go to bed.’ I nodded my head in approval and let him help me up and lead me into the bath. He adjusted the hot spray until it was as soft as a gentle waterfall before placing me under it. He soaped down my body and then rinsed me clean. With an oversized towel he gently patted my body dry and then carried me to his bed. We sank into it’s softness and I instantly fell into a deep sleep.”

“There was one drowsy, sensuous fuck sometime in the early morning which ended in a sleep-muffled, gentle climax, but otherwise we slept.”

“The next morning I had to leave in a hurry so as not to be late for my first class. He smiled at me and said, `The next man who asks you what you like sexually, you will be able to answer.'”

“I wanted to go back to relive those exciting pleasures with him but I never seemed to be able to get away again, something always came up. At the end of the semester he moved away and there hasn’t been any other man in my life, until I succeeded in seducing you.”

“What ever happened to him?” I asked.

“I heard that he was killed in a terrible car accident about a month after he moved away,” Sam sobbed as she began to cry.

Tears were steaming down her cheeks and I tried to comfort her. “There, there, honey. Don’t cry. Just try to remember the happiness he gave you and know that he has gone on to a better world.”

“I know, David, but I can’t help it. Just hold me and I’ll be alright in a little while.”

“I love you, baby. Let’s go to sleep.”

I turned out the light and hugged her gently until her sobbing gradually faded and was replaced by the deep breathing of sleep. When I was sure she would not wake up I let myself join her in dreams.

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Part 1

On this particular night, Joe awoke to the soft and soothing sounds of rain on his window. He walked over to his kitchen table and found a letter that he hadn’t noticed before. The letter was written in red ink and smelled of jasmine. He slowly opened the letter only to be surprised by the words written:

Joe-
Meet me tomorrow night at the Crystal Goddess Hotel Room 113. The door will be open – I will be waiting for you!

The letter was not signed — only thing he saw — that sent shivers up his spine were the pair of lips that were imprinted at the bottom. Joe was surprised to read the letter. He was curious about finding out who sent it and who would be waiting for him in room 113.

Joe’s day went like a blur; he could only imagine what was in store for him. When it was finally time for him to arrive, he was nervous. He walked into the hotel and went straight to the room — looking around to see if he recognized anyone. He walked up to the door of room 113 and opened it. Once in the room, Joe looked around; the lights were out, but candles illuminated the whole room. He noticed a trail of rose petals to the canopy bed and just as he walked to it, he heard a soft voice: “I am really glad you came — I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
Joe walked over to the bed as if he was in a trance. Again he heard the voice speak to him “Joe please go to the bed and wait for me…I will make all of your fantasies come true tonight.” Joe sat down and waited in anticipation…
And then he saw her…

Part 2

Gabriella nervously waited for Joe to arrive; ankara escort she thought that he might not show up, thinking that someone was playing a practical joke. She could tell by his reaction that he was surprised to see her. It had been a couple of days since they had first met at a party and after a few drinks ended their night in the throes of passion. Gabriella left Joe’s apartment still craving more. Confused about the intensity of her sexual desire for him, Gabriella felt the best way to approach Joe; was to create an erotic fantasy for him.

Gabriella approached Joe — she walked up to him and put her finger over his mouth, motioning him to stay silent. She took his hand and walked him over to the bed and said, “I want you — my body has been crying out for you since we last saw each other. Tonight I want you to make love to me.” She slowly began to kiss him and Joe eagerly responded to her kisses. She wanted to take her time, but she could not control herself, she began to feel soft and warm between her legs. She hungrily kissed Joe, sucking his lips passionately. She caressed his body and brought herself closer to him.

Joe began to kiss Gabriella on her neck— remembering how much she enjoyed this. Gabriella arched her back as she felt herself climax. She began to undress Joe slowly, kissing all of his body as she took his clothes off. She kissed his chest, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his navel. She began unbuttoning his pants but he stopped her. He stood her up and began kissing Gabriella hungrily. Joe began to kiss her neck and slowly ankara escort bayan opened the black robe that she was wearing, exposing her womanly body and her large breasts. All that he was able to do was look at them with hunger and awe. He could sense that Gabriella was waiting for his lips to touch her breasts and he complied. He slowly kissed each breast, taking turns on each one. Gabriella was crying out for him, almost begging him to suck her nipples.
He sucked and nibbled each nipple making Gabriella cry out in pleasure. Gabriella could not control herself any longer; she began to cum just as soon as she felt Joe’s entire mouth on her breasts. She felt herself begin to get weak in the knees. She wanted Joe to stop so she can continue with her seduction. But, she could not speak – all Joe heard were moans of pleasure.

Finally she pulled Joe off of her breasts motioning to lie down on the bed. She slowly began to take his pants off exposing his beautiful cock. She was amazed at the sight of it. She took it in her mouth and began to suck it. It was now Joe’s turn to moan, and it felt like heaven for him. Since their first meeting, Joe wondered about Gabriella’s passionate nature and if he would ever experience it again. From what he was experiencing right now, he knew that he was in for a night. As Gabriella continued to suck him he touched her wet pussy. Not only was she soft and wet, but he could feel her coming as he fingered her clitoris. He wanted her, and nothing would stop him from having her.

Joe pulled Gabriella up, and turned her on her back. escort ankara He took the rest of their clothing off. He pulled her close to him and they continued to kiss. He made her lie down on her back and he pushed her legs apart. He slowly began to kiss her belly button continuing down the path that led to her wet womanhood. He slowly kissed her clitoris, sending electrical shocks throughout Gabriella’s body. His hands grasped at her hips, pulling her further into his face. She felt his tongue everywhere — on her clit – on her inner thigh — inside her.

No longer able to hold her climax, she let herself go, shuddering as each wave took control of her body. He felt the power of his tongue as he sucked and licked Gabriella’s pussy and tasted her cum. This continued for what seemed like hours, each taking turns pleasuring each other’s bodies with their tongues. Joe got on his back, Gabriella climbed on top of him. She took all of Joe’s cock inside of her, filling her up. Joe continued to suck Gabriella’s breasts. With each upward thrust Joe could feel Gabriella’s pussy tightening up; she was close to coming again, with one last thrust he heard Gabriella say “Please don’t stop, and make me cum again…”
Joe flipped her over on her stomach and took her hungrily. His breath was hard and fast on her neck. With one deep thrust he was inside her again, he continued to thrust into her deeper and deeper. His lovemaking had turned into something primal. She met all of his thrusts with cries of pleasure. He could no longer contain himself and just as Gabriella began to cry out, he exploded inside her — filling her up with his cum. They held each other as they came together.

Joe and Gabriella took a shower together, ate dinner, made love all night long. In the morning, as they kissed each other goodbye, they promised to meet every week in room 113.

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Q: What is Rumspringa?

A: Rumspringa means “running around” in the Pennsylvania German dialect. It is the time, beginning at about age 16, when youth socialize with their friends on weekends. Rumspringa ends with marriage. (For those who don’t marry, Rumspringa ends in their mid to late twenties.) This period is an important time when Amish youth need to decide if they will be baptized and join the church or leave the Amish community.

(Everyone in this story is age nineteen or older)

Chapter 1

My name is John and I have worked in my fathers brick yard ever since I was old enough to lift a brick. Our brick yard is in a county where about half the population is Amish, Mennonite, or an offspring of such lifestyles. I’ve lived here my whole live. I’m now twenty-four and a foreman in our yard.

I played sports in high school and later went to a technical school to get an Associate Degree in business. My Dad said it would help me in the brick business. I learned a lot including how to deal with the lifestyles and attitudes of those who worked for me.

It also taught me the common sense aspect of what it takes to run a business. After college I worked full time at the brick yard. My Dad made me a foreman but I still did a lot of lifting; you know, the grunt part of the job. I loved it! It kept me in shape and those that worked for me knew I wouldn’t ask them to do anything that I wouldn’t do myself.

Since I worked with my shirt off on very hot days I developed a great tan which showed off my abs. I have to say through the years it helped me with my dating. I was popular in both high school and college. There weren’t very many weekends that I wasn’t having sex with someone. My motto was work hard all week and enjoy the weekends.

I have been with a number of Amish women throughout the years. I usually went with them during Rumspringa. I’ll try and explain it to you.

In many communities,Rumspringa is a period when some Amish youth experience greater freedom. They are no longer under the control of their parents on weekends and, because they are not baptized, they are not yet under the authority of the church. During this time, many Amish youth adhere to traditional Amish behavior. Others, however, experiment with “worldly” activities—buying a car, going to movies, wearing non-Amish clothes and/or buying a television or a DVD player.

In the larger Amish settlements, their behavior often depends on the peer group they choose to join. Amish parents worry about which group their son or daughter will join because the choice will influence the teen’s behavior.

Some activities may include volleyball, swimming, ice skating, picnics, hiking, and large outdoor “supper” parties. The most typical gatherings are “singings.” Groups meet in a home and sing German hymns and English gospel songs for several hours and then enjoy a time of conversation and food.

The “faster,” more rebellious groups sometimes drive cars, rent a building for parties, or go to bars and nightclubs in nearby towns. A fling with worldliness reminds Amish youth that they have a choice regarding church membership. Knowing they have a choice likely strengthens their willingness to obey church standards and, in the long run, the authority of the church itself.

I would meet a number of these girls when they were going through Rumspringa. Groups of Amish would meet in town and change into “English” clothing and share tobacco, alcohol and marijuana. Girls may put on jewelry and cosmetics. They would often mingle with non-Amish in these excursions. I often met them in bars and they liked to dance and flirt which would often lead to sex and I was always there for them.

One day one of the men who worked for me asked me if I wanted to go to the beach that weekend. He said many of the people he knew were on Rumspringa and were going to make their decision whether to leave or to go back to their family groups. He mentioned his girlfriend Anna was one of them.

Eli was nineteen and so was Anna. He had a drivers license but rarely drove any vehicles outside of the brickyard. He came straight out and said he needed a driver to take him to the beach. He could drive but didn’t have a vehicle and didn’t want to go in a buggy. He and his buddy, Hugo, were going to spend the night at the beach. They were going to pitch a tent and hoped to get lucky.

I explained to him that I was twenty-four and had already sown my wild oats. I wasn’t very interested in picking up women that were only eighteen or nineteen. Eli was a good worker and I felt a bit sorry for him. I think he was afraid his girlfriend might sow her oats with someone else while at the beach.

I finally agreed to take Eli and Hugo to the beach. I did like relaxing by the water and because of my tan and build, I did draw some attention from the opposite sex.

I have to admit the young women looked pretty good. Anna was surprised to see Eli but seemed very happy about it. Hugo ankara escort met up with one of his old girlfriends also. Both guys were surprised to see their girlfriends in tight two piece bathing suits.

I tried to keep a little distance between my friends and me. I didn’t want to interrupt them from doing their thing. Besides, there were a lot of women to look at and talk to.

I was surprised to see a good looking women walk up to Eli and Anna. She was a brunette, had on a one piece bathing suit but looked beautiful. She looked a few years older than the rest of the girls and I had to wonder who she was. She hugged Eli and he introduced her to Anna and they hugged. They talked for a few minutes and then she walked down the beach and joined some other people.

I wanted to know who this women was. She didn’t seem Amish so I walked over to Eli. He introduced me to Anna and I got a big smile from her and kind of a look from Eli. I laughed and told Anna it was nice meeting her. I then asked Eli about the good looking older woman.

He told me it was his older sister, Mary. She went to high school and then to college to become a veterinarian. She recently moved back to the area to do an internship at one of the local clinics. He looked at me and said, “Forget it John, she doesn’t date much. She spends most of her time finishing her degree and doing her internship.”

I might mention here that Eli and Anna were Mennonites. The main distinguishing feature of Amish from the Mennonites is the Amish resistance to embracing modern technology. Amish make very little use of technology and generally maintain very little contact with the outside world, no more than necessary. They dress up in very traditional outfits and live in very small tight knit communities.

The Mennonites on the other hand dress up in plain clothes but generally would not be distinguishable from anyone else just by their clothing. They don’t have any problems using technology nor do they maintain a separation from the outside world. Although practicing a plain and simple lifestyle they are much more moderate towards the use of modern technology and do not abstain from it.

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A couple of Eli and Anna’s friends (female) came up to me and said it looked like I needed suntan lotion put on me and I laughed as they started rubbing my back and chest putting on the lotion. I have to admit it felt good. Too bad they were younger since I wasn’t interested in just having a fling anymore.

Some Amish guys the girls knew came walking by and asked if they would put some lotion on them also. They laughed and started rubbing the guys’ chests. I think they knew that I was a bit old for them and just wanted to party with their friends.

I saw Mary walk up to the pavilion so I walked up to talk with her. When I said hi to her, she turned around and was even more beautiful close up.

“Hi,” she said. “I need to tell you that I’m just here with friends. I see you were with some playmates yourself.” She said it in a sarcastic way.

“Mary, I’m John. Your brother Eli works with me. I brought him and his friend Hugo to the beach to meet their girlfriends.”

“So you’re John, my brother really likes you. He says you’re his boss. It’s nice to meet you.”

I looked down at her hand and didn’t see a ring. “Since you’re here with friends is it alright if I join you? Eli’s friends are a bit young for me.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” she laughed.

“God NO! I’m sorry if I said that wrong. It’s just that I’m twenty-four and Eli and his friends are all around nineteen.”

“I’m twenty-five,” replied Mary. “My friends are all in their early twenties. You’re welcome to join us if you like.” I smiled at her and picked up the drinks she had ordered and walked to meet her friends.

“Damn! Mary, where did you find him?” asked one of her girlfriends. There were two women and two guys. The women had on skimpy two piece bikinis.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth Sheila. This is John, he’s my brother Eli’s boss. John, this is Sheila, Rachel, Tom and Edward.” They all said hi but I wasn’t sure if the guys cared for me. They had decent builds but not like my six-pack abs.

“So John, what brings you to the beach today?” asked Tom.

“I just brought Eli and his friend Hugo to meet their friends. I didn’t have any plans this weekend and Eli is a good friend as well as an employee.”

We all talked and went into the water. It was really fun being with people more my age. They wanted to do water fights and Sheila got on Tom’s shoulders and Rachel got on Ed’s. Mary wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to do this but I went underwater and came up with her on my shoulders. She screamed out and her friends laughed.

The battle began and Mary knocked her friends off their partners shoulders at least twice each. The girls went under water and both pulled at my legs trying to upset us. One of them grabbed my cock underwater and it surprised me ankara escort bayan making me move so that Mary fell off of my shoulders. I didn’t say anything but had to wonder which one of the them did it.

It was getting late when Eli and Hugo came up to me and said they had a problem. They had talked their girlfriends into staying in the tent with them that night. They figured I’d feel like a fifth wheel and asked me if there was somewhere else I could spend the night.

I could have gotten mad but I knew what it was like to be young and have to pass up a piece of ass. I told them I would get a room at the lodge for the night. I found out earlier that Mary and her friends had two rooms for the night. One for the girls and one for the guys.

We were sitting in the lounge having a drink when I excused myself to go to the counter to get a room. “I’m sorry sir but we are booked up for tonight,” said the desk clerk.” Now I wasn’t sure what to do.

I guess when I got back to the table it showed. “What’s the matter?” asked Rachel.

“They’re out of rooms. If I can get a blanket I can sleep in the car or on the beach,” I replied.

“Why don’t you stay with the guys? I’m sure they won’t mind,” stated Mary. I looked over at the guys and I think they were thinking the same thing that I was. Most guys don’t like sharing a bed with another guy unless you were drunk and just wanted to sleep it off.

Sheila spoke next. “Mary, I was going to stay with Tom tonight and Rachel was going to be with Ed. We were going to tell you later. You will have two beds and a room to yourself. Maybe John can stay with you?”

“What! I’m not sleeping with John. I’m sorry John but I don’t sleep around.” said Mary.

“You don’t have to sleep with him. There are two beds in the room. Since you come from such a large family I’m sure you slept in the same room with other males.” Rachel replied. “Besides, you’re both adults.

Mary looked at me. I hadn’t said a word. “Ok, but John, I’m not sleeping with you. You must understand that. You have a bed and I have one.” It was hard holding back a smile.

Tom changed the subject. “John, as you know we’re going to the Cedar Point Amusement park tomorrow. Would you like to come with us? It would be easier going on rides if we paired off.” I looked over at Mary and she looked away from me and up in the air.

“I have to take Eli and Hugo home tomorrow, otherwise I would love to go. I think it would be fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” Mary looked a bit disappointed but didn’t say anything.

She asked to be excused saying she was going out to say goodnight to her brother since she wouldn’t see him in the morning. When she came back she had a smile on her face.

“John, Eli said if you didn’t mind he would drive your car home and leave it at your house. I think he wanted to impress Anna.” I wondered why Mary went out of her way to make sure I could go to the park with her and her friends.

I agreed and we all headed for our rooms saying we would meet up for breakfast before leaving for the park the next morning. When Mary and I arrived at our room she said she wanted to take a shower and get ready for bed. When she came out she had on a summer nightgown and sat on the side of the bed.

I took a shower and I came out in my jockey shorts but wore the complementary robe which was quite small. I explained to her that it was all I had with me to sleep in. My robe opened and she laugh but quickly glanced away. I sat on the opposite bed and we talked.

I asked her about being Amish or Mennonite. She told me she had been Mennonite as was the rest of her family but she never joined the group. She went on to finish high school and chose to go to college to be a veterinarian.

She did say that the Amish do not usually educate their children past the eighth grade, believing that the basic knowledge offered up to that point is sufficient to prepare one for the Amish lifestyle. She said that she wasn’t going to let a group of old men decide what she should do with her future.

Her parents were sad that she chose college over the Mennonite life style but at the same time they were very proud of her. She was the oldest of their seven kids. Eli was the fourth oldest. She explained to me that Amish and Mennonite church membership begins with baptism, usually between the ages of 16 and 25. It is a requirement for marriage, and once a person has affiliated with the church, he or she may marry only within the faith.

She said she never joined the membership because she wanted to do her own thing. She was still in contact with her parents and other family members. She wasn’t shunned because she never joined the membership.

The rules of the church had to be observed by every member of the church and covered most aspects of day-to-day living, including prohibitions or limitations on the use of power-line electricity, telephones, and automobiles, as well escort ankara as regulations on clothing. She said she couldn’t follow these strict rules.

I asked her about her life and she told me she was happy. At times she missed her family and wondered if she made the right decision but when she helped save the lives of animals, she knew she did the right thing.

I was surprised that she was bearing her heart with me. I knew I wanted to make love to her but wasn’t sure how to go about it. I didn’t want to push her or scare her in any way. She was strong on the outside but seemed very vulnerable on the inside.

When I asked her about her love life she just laughed. “What love life?” she asked.

“You aren’t still a virgin are you?” I asked.

She looked right at me and said, “It’s really none of your business but I have had sex a few times. It wasn’t anything to write home about. I guess I was waiting for the right man and time has kind of passed me by. Most women get married by the time they turn nineteen where I come from.

“I chose to have a future and make my own decisions. I didn’t want to wind up like my mother and have seven kids and spend my life cleaning up after everyone else. Don’t misunderstand me, that was my mother’s choice, but not what I wanted.” She was having a moment of sadness.

“Mary, you’re young and beautiful with a full life ahead of you. You’re educated and forgive me for saying it, you are quite sexy.”

She laughed as she looked down at her old nightgown. She wondered how any man could find her sexy. I moved over to her bed and slowly moved my lips toward hers. She was hesitant but I moved closer till our lips touched.

“John, we shouldn’t do this.”

I kissed her again only a little harder. Her willpower started to fade as she pressed her lips against mine. We kissed a half dozen times, pressing a little harder each time.

“Mary, I want to make love to you.”

“I don’t know John. We just met and I really do like you but I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

I kissed her harder. I stood up and gently pulled her to her feet. Staring in her eyes I slowly began to lift her nightgown. I could see her breathing harder. I removed her nightgown and she was naked beneath it. I dropped my robe to the floor and pulled Mary into me.

We kissed as my hands moved all over her back and then down to her perfect ass. I pulled her tight against me, feeling her breasts against my chest. She got on her bed and lay on her back. I began to kiss her again and started working my way down her neck and to her breasts.

She lay with her eyes closed and moaned as I sucked on her breasts. She smelled and tasted so good. Later she told me she used a coconut oil after she showered.

I worked my way down to her nice firm belly and began to kiss it. She raised her head slightly and said, “John, do you have condoms? I’m not on birth control and I don’t need any kids right now.”

I reached over to the night stand and took a condom out of my wallet. I then returned to her belly and moved to the fuzzy hair just below her belly button. I noticed she had a full bush, as I remembered most Amish women had. I pushed my face into it and rubbed it all over her silky bush. She began to breath harder and I could smell her juices which began to make her pussy wet.

As she spread her legs wider I lowered my face to her pussy. With my thumbs I spread open her pussy and began to lick and tongue fuck her. I knew she was having an orgasm as she reached down and put both of her hands on my head as she raised her hips, pushing her pussy tighter against my face.

As she came down from her orgasm I sat up on my knees and put on the condom. I didn’t give her time to change her mind as I slowly pushed my hard cock into her wet canal. She got louder and told me how good it felt.

“I never remember it feeling so good. I could fuck you forever,” she said. I don’t know if she even knew what she was saying. “God, feels so good, fuck me John, fuck me hard.”

I raised her legs high and spread them as I plowed her pussy. I could see her juices on my condom covered cock every time I pulled out before pushing it back in. She began to come again and actually said she loved me. I knew it had to be the sex talking. I came hard and she looked at me and said, “I could feel you coming even with the condom on.”

I pulled out of her and lay beside her for a minute. I got up and went to the bathroom, got rid of the condom and took a piss. I crawled in bed beside Mary who was under a blanket. “Mary, you are one fantastic women,” I said.

She leaned over, smiled and said to me, “I’m still not going to sleep with you,” she smiled and kissed me passionately and said she never felt so happy. Then, told me to go to my own bed. I kissed her and went to the other bed.

The next morning when I woke up Mary was already dressed. She sat on her bed and said to me, “John, please don’t tell the others that we had sex. It would be hard to face them with them knowing I had sex with you after just meeting you.”

“I promise I won’t say a word to anyone about it. Mary, it was more than just sex and I do hope you understand that and maybe we can get together again.”

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Once the new recordings were pressed on a CD and uploaded on i-tunes the band prepared for another tour.

Mark their manager set up a month long trip, one long leg rather than many little ones like the last tour. Interest in the band was growing and it was easier to get consistent gigs.

Mark came and asked Payton to have a business meeting before their first show of the new tour.

“Payton I want to talk to you about your look.” Mark said closing the door to her dressing room. “The songs are much more sexual now, and you are very beautiful. You have this girl next door look going right now, but your singing isn’t like that anymore.”

“You want me to sleaze it up?” she asked, unsure of how she felt about that.

“Naw. Nothing slutty. That isn’t you. But something more sexual somehow. More in keeping with the sound. A more experienced manger would probably know what to do, but you are the first female singer I’ve worked with and I like you too much to make you into a commodity. But we need to find a new thing.”

“I get it. I’ll think about it. I’ll look online for some ideas, and I think you should do that too. I already feel like I’m ‘in character’ out there, so we can massage that and find something appropriate.”

“Yeah. Great. That is the spirit. I love the new sound; let’s get the look in line with that.” He let himself out.

Looking in the mirror at her straight hair and t-shirt and jeans she saw what Mark was talking about. Payton still looked like a girl in her parent’s garage practicing her craft. Now she was a woman out on the road supporting a second independent album. One with a focused sexualized vibe. She needed to support that sound.

Rummaging through her suitcase she saw that she had very little that would work for the stage persona she was looking for.

Doing her best she dressed and did her hair and make-up with the thought of being as sexual as she could with the wardrobe she had.

Payton went out on stage that night in a mini skirt with fishnet stalking and a short sleeved button up shirt with a few extra buttons undone. Her bright red bra was clearly visible in the open space between the undone buttons and she felt scandalous knowing her minimal cleavage was on display.

Her hair was more teased up and her make up a little more sexual. She shadowed her eyes more, and gave herself longer lashes, and brighter cheeks. She wore a crimson lipstick that matched her bra and the woman singing the songs that night looked a few years older and more overtly sensual.

Within two songs a crowd of men lined the edge of the stage, and she felt like an exhibitionist. Bending down as she sang, Payton let the men see the swells of her breasts. Lifting a leg up onto the monitor she had in front of her she gave them a glimpse under her skirt at the panties that matched the bra she wore.

All through the first set Payton sang and teased both her audience and the men in the band, who were all watching this new version of their singer closely.

Payton spent more time posing and letting her audience watch her than ever before. She strutted the stage and emulated all her favorite rock stars by engaging the crowd and the band in new and exciting ways. The whole enterprise had her feeling amazing and aroused.

By the time the first set was over she was wet with desire. Showing off like that was getting her really horny.

Taking a break, the band scattered after slapping each other on the back and laughing at how amazing the energy in the room was.

As she leaned against a wall to the side of the stage Payton caught her breath and marveled at the great reaction everyone was having to her performance.

A handsome man in his early thirties approached her with two clear bottled beers and offered her one.

“You guys are amazing. You are such an incredible singer.” He said over the sound of background music in the room.

She stood up straight, took the beer and looked at the bottom to see if anything was dissolving in the bubbles. She didn’t need to be spiked. “Thank you.”

“Your music is incredible. Did you write those songs?”

“I did. Me and the guitar player.”

“Are they about him?”

“They are about a lot of things.” She replied evasively. Was he hitting on her?

“Well they are about sex, that is for sure.”

“Sometimes.” She leaned back against a wall letting herself enjoy the beer, which she only sipped.

“Look,” he said, “I’ll be straight with you. I would love to spend the night with you. You are rocking my world. I’m hoping you don’t have a thing going with that guy, but if you do please just let me down easy and tell me before I fall in love and make a fool of myself.”

Payton laughed at his earnest delivery, and he grinned back. Feeling squishy between her legs she impulsively did something she couldn’t believe she was doing.

“How would you like to give me head?” she asked, shocked at her own audacity.

“Really?” He gaped. “I would love that!”

“Okay. That’s all though. I still ankara escort have two more sets and don’t have much time. But I need to get off right now.”

“Wow! Sure!”

“Come on then.”

Leading him back to her dressing room Payton was reeling from what she was doing. She felt clear and sober, but her pussy was dripping and burning for some attention making her do something she would never normally do.

Closing the door behind him she went to a counter by the sink in the little room. The man came up beside her and put his beer bottle down next to her. Sinking to his knees he looked up at her, eager but waiting patiently.

Payton unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, she pulled off her fishnets and then, trembling nervously, she pulled down her panties. Never in her twenty years had she had sex with a stranger, and certainly not in such a transactional way, but the need to get off, and the thrill of using this handsome man to do it was far too intoxicating not to do.

Lifting her leg up onto the counter she exposed herself lewdly to this complete stranger. The man sighed and leaned forward and began to lick around the larger lips of her soaking snatch. Moaning softly with pleasure Payton was thrilled to be so vulgar, so lewd.

As the man warmed to his activity he began to lap and slurp on her delicate inner lips driving her mad with lust. He brushed her sensitive sex with his chin and mouth, licking her slit greedily.

His technique was good and he had her quivering with passion in moments. Feeling her lust build excitingly, Payton felt music burbling up in her throat. Reaching for her phone on the counter Payton opened her voice memo ap and began to sing into it.

The man looked up from where he nuzzled her sex and he smiled at the sight of her singing a song he was helping her make.

The tune explored her carnal pleasure at using a stranger. Odd bits of lyrics relating the obscenity of her position and situation bubbled out of her gasping mouth. The man licked her clit and plunged his tongue into her depths and she sang about it. She wailed along with his lashing tongue and created a new melody as her orgasm built up.

When the man slid a finger inside her and curled it around to touch her g-spot she lost all ability to sing and she shouted her climax into her machine. Her body clenched and released in a special rhythm only it knew the reasons for, and Payton rode the waves of delight as she pressed her hips forward urging her lover to dive deeper and please her more.

Eventually her orgasm passed and she gasped from the pleasure as her body trembled with gratification.

Shivering with delight she pushed his face from her tender pussy and smiled down at him.

“Thank you.” She said simply.

“No. Thank you. I hope that song makes it onto the next album. I feel immortalized.”

Wiping his chin for him with her hand she smiled happily.

“I bet it will. That was inspiring.”

She then dressed again and washed her hands. Drinking some more of the beer she gestured for him to leave. “I have to get back out there. My turn at the merchandize table.”

They left, her on slightly unsteady legs and him with a grin from ear to ear.

A brief stint at the merchandize table and the many compliments from the people buying their t-shirts and CD’s made Payton feel almost as good as the orgasm had.

The rest of the night went just as well. The crowd loved the second and third sets, the bar full and rowdy as the band ripped through their new numbers driving the crowd into a rock and roll frenzy.

Dripping sweat from the aggressive, energetic show the band met backstage and congratulated each other on giving their all. Feeling like rewarding herself for both a fantastic show, and for pushing her own sexual boundaries Payton went back into the bar with the band for a couple drinks. Something she rarely did.

As the band sat at a table in the back of the room, trying to keep things private even though a crowd of well-wishers and women and men blatantly offering a night together gathered trying to get the band’s attention. The band toasted their joy at being young and popular.

The guys were overjoyed at having Payton join them and she regretted it when she felt the fatigue in her voice demand she go someplace quiet and rest.

When she got home she listened to the recording of her and the unknown man make music together. The song was great, and Payton transposed it to guitar while listening to it over and over.

The sound of the man slurping on her pussy was clearly audible and by the time she was done she was as horny as she had ever been.

Payton listened for Dylan coming home, and when she did hear him come down the hallway laughing, he was accompanied by feminine giggles and she felt disappointment that he wasn’t alone.

Instead of fucking her guitar player she turned off the light and went to sleep, hearing the sound of sex through the wall and wishing she were the one having it not that unseen woman.

Payton ankara escort bayan felt her libido growing stronger as the tour progressed. More comfortable with each other Dylan and she were more able to disengage from their sexual rendezvous and follow other lusts. He returned to sleeping with other girls after some shows, and Payton started taking the odd guy home as well, unwilling to go without having her needs met while Dylan indulged his desires

Still they came together every few nights and wrote music while fucking, new songs pouring out of them like wine. The old system of sharing her room with one of the other band mates while someone hooked up with a new lover continued. Only now all the guys were getting more action, not just Dylan.

So it came to pass that occasionally Dylan was the one seeking refuge in Payton’s room. At least as far as the other guys knew. In actual fact he used this as a cover to spend the night with Payton. They used these nights to fuck and write new music.

As the tour progress the band grew tighter, and more proficient at adapting the new songs the pair of writers was bringing in, and Payton struggled over how to best present herself onstage.

Looking for a new style for her stage persona Payton grew frustrated not knowing what look would be best. Finally she turned to the guys in the band and Mark their manager. Inviting them to her room one afternoon she stood before them in a bathrobe.

“I’m having a tough time find the right look. I need to know from you as men what aspects of my body are good for showing off and what aren’t. Okay? But be kind. Objective, but kind. I’m really putting myself out there on this one. But be as objective as you can. This is about work” She dropped the robe revealing her body in a small bikini.

“Oh I’m objectifying.” Neal quipped.

“Nope,” Jed corrected dryly. “Objective, not objectify.”

Blushing, but eager for input, Payton turned slowly showing them her lean limbs, her perky butt, her toned stomach and her small, firm breasts.

The guys were silent, staring at her, and she grew even more self-conscious.

Seeing her extremity Dylan chimed in.

“I think your stomach is amazing. You look like a bikini model the way it is so tight and muscular, but it’s still super feminine. So show that as much as you can.”

“Yeah.” The other guys chorused.

“And your tits! They rock!” Neal shouted.

Farid said, “This is hard. You look amazing. I had no idea your body was so rocking!”

Mark stood up and moved nearer. “This could really change the direction of the band guys. A sexy female singer will get a lot of attention. I encouraged her to find something, but it will mean that if you guys get popular or even famous she will become the defacto spokesperson for the band. Everyone will want to talk to her. Are you okay with that?”

“Well,” Jed started, “I feel that you have already been a huge force of change, change for the better Payton. We get far more bookings, more attention and a better reaction with you up front than we did before. So if you were to become more of the focus I’m okay with it. Just remember we aren’t a backing band. We all bring something to the table.”

“Of course! ” Payton enthused. “Without Dylan this new sound wouldn’t have happened. You guys are great, and I don’t want people to think that we don’t all contribute.”

“Cool.” Farid said. “But you could dress in rags and look good.”

“We do need to make a choice though about all of your looks, not just for Payton.” Mark said. “You guys don’t sound like a grungy garage band anymore. The sound is slick, and sharp and unique. You should think about looking like that yourselves.”

“So no dick socks?” Neal asked with a grin.

“No.” Dylan said.

“I’m thinking I might need a designer to help me.” Payton said. “I want a new look. Something a bit pin-up, and a little athletic, so I can keep running around.”

“Sounds good.” Mark began to pace. “We have a bit of a nest egg for something. I thought it would be for promotion, but in a way that is what this is.”

“How much?” Farid asked.

“We have three thousand for… something. We could get you all an outfit for the shows, but a designer will be more.”

“Can I get an advance from my earnings out of that and just call it my own thing?” Payton asked.

“I’d rather it were a band expense, unless you are going to dress like… whatever this is… all the time.”

“Too much work. No it will be for shows only.”

“So let’s keep it in the band budget. I’ll look at the books and allocate a new heading for costumes. It will be no problem, just not a lot of cash right away. Sound good everyone?”

They all agreed.

Payton found a designer she liked online and began to commission outfits. On a two day break from gigs she flew out to the city where the designer was and the ladies created some great ideas for Payton.

The new album began to sell more and more on i-tunes and after the shows. They escort ankara had to get another pressing of the CD done for sale at shows.

The costumes arrived and Payton showed them to the band. They loved them. The guys gushed at the sexual looks of the costumes, and each had a favorite style that she wore, enthusing that this was going to get them a lot more attention.

The first night with the new more stylish look Payton wore a top that was made to look like a dress shirt and vest, but the top was short, stopping halfway down her lean stomach, the open collar plunged down between her breasts, and the vest had garter clips that attached to her pants hinting at a lingerie look. The pants were skin tight and stretchy. They were open along the outside with laces crisscrossing over the side of the exposed legs showing her taut muscles. Her footwear was high leather boots with motorcycle heels and square toes. She did her hair in classy ringlets as if for New Year’s Eve, and her make-up was sultry and shadowy with a bedroom sexiness.

She looked gorgeous. The band loved it.

So did the audience.

The guys all found a look. Farid in suits, Dylan in leather and vests, mostly bare-chested and bare-armed. Jed went Hipster with hats and sweaters, and Neal decided on a seventies look with open shirts and tight jeans.

The next few weeks they sold out show after show. The tour stretched on and on, way past the original month long tour. First they were in bars, then bigger clubs and then in college ballrooms. They moved into bigger and bigger venues, starting in places that held a couple hundred guests, then moving up to five hundred seat venues. And the album sold very well. They had to do a third pressing, and radios were starting to play them everywhere they went.

Their Twitter account and facebook pages overflowed with compliments. Photos of Payton from live shows were shared everywhere.

Calls from labels started coming in. It felt as if Fame were rushing up to meet them.

A big part of the new excitement over them was the look of the band. Payton had three outfits that she rotated nightly. The vest look, a sequined flapper dress that was cut high enough to show her garters, and low enough to show her slight cleavage, and her favorite, a burlesque style outfit with stockings that ended just above the knee that had big bows on them. She wore a tiny skirt that couldn’t possibly cover her satin panties, and a corset that cut away below the breasts. She wore a gauzy bra over her slight breasts and part way through the show, in one particularly sexy number, she unveiled that it was a breakaway bra that easily pulled off to reveal nipple tassels over her otherwise bare breasts.

This outfit got the most reaction, from both men and women. The crowds grew bigger and louder and she grew more confident. Payton was more overtly sexual on stage now, allowing the raunch of the songs to push her to nastier actions; sliding her satin covered crotch along the metal of her mic-stand, simulating fellatio on Dylan during his guitar solos, and making out with men and women in the audience from the stage.

Their shows grew racier, more exciting, and larger.

They were becoming successful.

And through it all Dylan and Payton got together to write songs and fuck each other silly.

The two of them explored many different positions while recording themselves, and songs flowed from their lovemaking sessions.

One night in a small college town Payton and Dylan retired to her room so that Jed could spend an evening with a lovely college student. They crawled into bed, pressed record on her voice memo ap and after some hot foreplay Payton straddled Dylan wedging his erection between her slippery pussy lips. Without letting him penetrate her opening she slide his cock along the groove of her sex, her delicate folds spreading over him, kissing his erection. Sitting astride his pole Payton ground her clit down onto him and periodically ran her nether lips along his length, teasing them both.

Letting her hands roam over her own body, clutching her small breasts and playing with her hair, she put on a show for her lover, while bringing herself closer to orgasm.

Then the music began to cascade out of her, tapping into all the joy, passion and lust she was feeling at that sublime moment.

Singing her feelings Payton writhed atop the long hard cock between her slick lips and Dylan, overcome with the joy of seeing her like this began to massage her legs, then up her body to her breasts where he groped and massaged her, pulling on her nipples and pinching them in time with the gorgeous new song she was creating.

Payton undulated atop his cock, still not succumbing to the need to be filled by him, and her song spoke of the joy of waiting for that glorious moment of completion when two lovers are finally joined as one.

The song was an anthem of young lust, need and the joy of desiring someone. Dylan was taken out of the moment as he realized this new song was one of Payton’s best. He stared up at the gorgeous woman squirming on top of his hard on and he was awed by how well Payton was capturing the moment. She was isolating the feelings of a young lover on the brink of consummating an aching passion and it sounded primal and perfect.

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Tony was born and raised in a small town in the south central part of a southern state south of the Mason-Dixon Line (Look it up on the internet). He had just turned 18 the summer between his junior and senior year in high school. Tony really had no idea of what he was going to do that summer as there was a recession in the economy and jobs, especially jobs for teenagers, were nearly non-existent in his town.

Tony’s dad told him that if he did not have a job by the time school was out for the summer that he could always find things and work for him to do each day at his business as Tony was free labor, or relatively so. And, his dad was not going to have Tony sitting around the house or running the streets and not doing something useful and productive that summer while he lived under his dad’s roof.

When Tony got out of school that spring he was not able to find a job and had to tell his dad that he had not found anything. So, just as Tony’s dad had required of him he went to work with his dad each day that summer. Just like every other day when he was in school Tony had to get up and out of bed early in the morning each day to leave the house with his dad to open the business at 7:00 AM.

Tony had anticipated that he would be able to sleep late each morning that summer just as every teenager likes to do during their summer off from school. He thought that he was going to be able to hang out with his friends, drink beer and spend time at the swimming pool, playing ball and spending time at the drive in burger shop looking for girls like most teenage boys love to do.

Tony’s older brother, Robbie, who was about six years older than Tony also worked for their dad full time and, Robbie and his dad found lots of things for Tony to do. Robbie could probably be considered a manager of the shop and he asked Tony to work with the other two employees in the shop helping customers, moving merchandise around, and bringing merchandise into the shop from incoming freight trucks and other similar shop jobs.

In the summer it was quite hot in that part of the state and working in that heat is very tiring as there was no air conditioning out in the shop unlike the office. Tony was happy when he was called to help with the work in the office with another office employee. In addition to being in the air conditioning he would be working in the office with the only female employee, Rosey, who worked for his dad.

Toney’s dad’s business also employed an office bookkeeper whose name was Rosey. Tony thought that she was really the office manager who reported to Robbie and his dad. She was a few, maybe four or five, years older than Tony and was pretty good at her job and most other things that she was assigned to do. Rosey, in addition to her bookkeeping duties, was assigned to write up, take payment from and complete sales to customers that came into the shop to purchase merchandise when Robbie or his dad was not available.

Rosey was responsible for taking the daily outgoing mail on foot to the post office which was a couple of blocks away and, checking the post office box for the incoming mail. She also did a lot of other work that came up pertaining to the business in the office. Rosey’s job kept her pretty busy each day and Tony’s help lightened her work load considerably.

Since Tony was there, Rosey asked him to do most of the tasks outside of the shop office every day for her especially if she was busy waiting on customers and working on the bookkeeping ledger. Those outside tasks were not difficult but just a lot of walking and were time consuming. It also meant that she had to spend time away from her main job. With Tony being there he was a great help to her and Rosey really appreciated Tony’s help.

Rosey thanked him each day for all that he did for her and she occasionally gave him a brief tight hug as well with her firm young boobs poking him in the arm or his chest. As a result Tony liked helping Rosey and she really liked Tony. Tony began to think that he might be able to give them both to a real thrill if he could get her soft, warm body into the back seat of his car and get her panties off of her some evening after dark. They continued to get along well during the time he was working there with her in the office and that thought never entirely left his mind.

Then, since they did not bring their lunch to work with them Tony was sent out each day, on foot, a couple of blocks away to a nearby bar and grill to get their lunch. Lunch usually consisted of hamburgers, frys and soft drinks of one kind or another although; Tony would have preferred the drinks to be beer and he thought that Robbie and Rosey would have preferred the drinks to be beer, also. But, beer and other alcohol was not allowed in the office during business hours.

The summer was the busiest time of the year for the shop and many days the shop had to remain open to well past the normal closing time and sometimes as late as 9:00 or 10:00 PM well after dark. On those days Tony was sent out around 5:30 or 6:00 PM again ankara escort for sandwiches and soft drinks for the crew for their evening meal. Those trips late in the afternoon were a little less agreeable because of the heat of the day had not yet begun to subside.

Rosey lived only a few blocks from the shop not far beyond the bar and grill and, she normally walked to work each morning as it was not practical to drive to the shop. She generally walked home in the late afternoon before dark after work. On those days when the crew had to work well past dark, Tony’s dad or Robbie would ask Toney to walk Rosey to her house for her safety and return to the shop in time to close the shop for the day and leave for home.

Each time Tony walked Rosey to her house after dark she would thank him on the front porch before she went into the house and give him a warm hug each time pressing those soft boobs into his chest. Tony thought that she was just being very touchy feely but he sure as hell did not have any objections to her hugging him and pressing her hot body and her soft boobs against his body. Instead he was happy to have her soft natural boobs firmly pressed up against his chest when she hugged him. Most times he came back to the shop with a big bulge in his blue jeans.

This went on for most of the summer until one night when Rosey figured that Toney was sneaking smokes, as many other teenage boys were doing then, when he was away from his folk’s home and their business. That night right after she had given him a hug she asked Toney if he wanted to have a smoke with her. He immediately said, yes. Then he said to himself rhetorically, Hell yeah does a dog lift his leg on a fire hydrant?

Tony said that he did not have any with him but, Rosey said that she had a package of smokes in her car in the garage above the sun visor and, said that he should follow her into the garage. He thought to himself that he was getting close to being able to make it with her. When they got to her car inside the garage, they got into the front seat (He thought to himself that he was getting really close now) and she pulled the sun visor down and got the package of smokes out.

She got one out of the package for herself and one for Tony returning the pack to the sun visor. Apparently, Rosey was also sneaking smokes away from her parents the same way that Tony was. They lit up their smokes from the lighter in the car and sat there in the car talking and enjoyed their smokes.

Rosey was not a really beautiful girl but, she was decent looking with an average looking body, nice firm 34C boobs with a firm round ass which Tony loved to look at underneath her dress or skirt or better yet in her tight jeans and slacks when she occasionally wore them. She also had great looking legs and when she wore a skirt of dress that added to her alluring appearance which also turned Tony on. Looking at Rosey’s ass and at her legs for very long was almost guaranteed to give him a bulge in his jeans so Tony tried to avoid that in the office so he could to keep himself under control.

For Tony having a smoke on the sly with a girl was always a turn on and being with Rosey was not an exception. He thought that she may have been turned on, too, when she invited him for a smoke in the first place after hugging him. Toney thought maybe she had felt the bulge in his blue jeans when she hugged him. Toney decided that he needed to try his luck and see how she responded to him initiating his advances toward her.

He reached his hand over and laid it on her leg just above her knee just below the hemline of her skirt. He let his fingers curl around into the silky smooth, soft fleshy inside of her thigh and Rosey did not object to that but, she just gave him a sly smile with a soft giggle as her breathing rate began to quicken. So, Toney began to slide his hand up the inside of her leg under her skirt and she still did not object or brush his hand away. That made Toney’s dick begin to rise in his blue jeans.

Since she appeared to be OK with his advances so far he decided to go for broke and reached up to and began to fondle her soft, engorged box through her panties which had already begun to dampen noticeably. As he did that he reached over and gently fondled one of her boobs through her thin blouse with his free hand. She nervously giggled and softly, almost inaudibly, moaned when he continued to fondle her box and squeeze her boobs, first one and then the other. Tony noticed that her breathing rate was beginning to deepen and become even quicker.

Tony figured that he had it made and since it was an older four door car with a large back seat. He suggested that they both get into the back seat where there was no steering wheel and more room which she readily agreed to do without hesitation. Once in the back seat, Toney began to unbutton her blouse and reached behind her and unclasped her soft white cotton bra.

With her bra undone he saw her magnificently beautiful, creamy white, natural boobs pop out into their view ankara escort bayan and, he quickly reached out both of his hands and began to fondle both of her boobs while kissing her. She moaned a little more loudly and both he and Rosey became really turned on when he began to fondle her bare boobs. Tony’s dick came to full mast from its prior half-mast position on cupping and gently squeezing her soft natural boobs in his hands.

Then he gently began to pinch and roll each of her hard, pink nipples between his thumb and index finger which had become very hard and stood out prominently from each of her glorious, globular, full boobs. Tony then leaned down and began to kiss each of her firm, young boobs and suck on each of her hard nipples which had become very elongated by this time. Rosey began to squeal and moan so loud that Toney thought that she was going to reach an orgasm in her panties then and there. Many months later he told his buddies that he called her his Marlboro girl since she flipped her lid when he touched her box, in this case her boobs.

With Rosey moaning Toney placed his hand behind her head and pulled her to him to kiss her with his other hand still on one of her bare boobs still gently squeezing and fondling them. She opened her mouth and their tongues met and were anxiously invading and exploring each other’s mouths. While he was kissing her he ran his hand up under her skirt up to the waist band of her panties and slid his hand down to her hot, very wet pussy and could feel her thin neatly trimmed soft bush between her legs.

She instinctively spread her legs wide enough to give him room and more access to fondle her hot box. He cupped her sweet pussy with his hot hand and then slid his middle finger up and down the length of the cleft of her slit until he reached her clitoris which he rubbed in a circular fashion for a few moments.

He then slid his finger lower into her slit and slipped his middle finger between her really wet inner lips into her velvety smooth aching pussy. Rosey jumped and squealed and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly with her big soft natural bare boobs pressed to his chest. Tony thought to himself that his Marlboro girl had really flipped her lid again and his already hard dick became as hard as granite.

Rosey moaned into his mouth as they continued their kiss and then she pulled away from their kiss and buried her mouth in his neck where she started to gently suck and bite his neck gently without leaving any marks. She had meanwhile reached her hand down to his crotch and began to firmly squeeze his already stiff dick through his blue jeans which like most young men his age was continually hard most of the time anyway.

With that, Tony reached under her skirt with both hands and pulled her sopping wet panties down and, with her help off her hips, removed them and laid them on the back rest of the front seat. At the same time she began to unbutton and unzip his blue jeans and pull them along with his under ware down and off of him.

She grabbed his dick and said that she wanted to take his manhood inside her mouth, make him cum and to swallow his semen. He said that he wanted to put his mouth on her vagina, suck on her clitoris and have her climax in his mouth. However, he told her that they did not have the time to do all that at that time as his dad and Robbie would be looking for him to get back to the shop very soon. He would come to regret that decision very much many years later on looking back. He thought that they could have gone sixty nine for a while and gotten both of them off.

Tony then laid her down on the back seat and crawled between her legs with her skirt bunched up around her waist. She pleadingly said that she wanted to have him slide his dick deep inside her pussy and she had to have it right now. He asked her if they needed contraceptive protection and she said no that she had just finished her period and was safe for the next few days. Tony was really glad at that as he really liked riding his girls bareback.

She then grabbed his pecker and placed it in her slit at the opening to her hot, very wet lubricated vagina and guided his dick into her pussy. Tony then slowly began to insert his dick deep inside her pussy. Tony could tell that she was probably not a virgin but her vagina was very tight anyway and, she squirmed and moaned as he got full penetration inside her. Rosey was so tight that he felt like a vice had been clamped down on his dick.

He thought that he had died and gone to fornication heaven with him having his dick in such a tight pussy. Tony thought much later that she may not have been the tightest pussy that he had ever had his pecker inside but, she was close to the tightest if not the tightest. Looking back he wished he could stick his pecker inside her tight pussy once again and fuck her till both of them came to a huge orgasm.

He began to vigorously and forcefully thrust back and forth inside her velvety vagina very rapidly as she continually escort ankara squirmed and moaned, lifted her hips and met him with each of his inward thrusts. Her breathing became very noticeably labored. Within a few more moments of vigorous thrusting she squealed loudly and moaned and said that she was about to come. Her pussy fluids were flowing so much they were running down her ass crack over her butthole. Then he wet his finger inside her butt crack with her pussy fluids.

He quickly slipped it into her anus making her scream and shake uncontrollably as she had a huge orgasm. Just after her orgasm he shot his huge load of several spurts of hot semen deep inside her quivering pussy. As Tony reached his orgasm he shot his wad in her completely filling her pussy with his love cream. Tony thought that he may have pumped at least a gallon of cum inside her tight, sopping wet pussy but, don’t all young studs think like that and that they have a fire hose between their legs.

Just after they both reached their climaxes she collapsed on the seat softly moaning with him lying on top of her, and with his dick still in her pussy, his arms around her, kissing her and holding her big boobs next to his chest. When their orgasms had subsided he pulled her up, they looked into each other’s eyes and he kissed her telling her that she had the tightest pussy that he had ever had his pecker in.

He continued telling her how good it was to have his hard dick inside her tight pussy and shoot his hot cum inside her sweet vagina. He also told her that he would really like to make love to her again very soon and make her cum again like she just did. She said that she loved having his dick inside her too and have him shooting his hot cum inside her pussy. Then she said if she could arrange it she would love to have him inside her again to shoot his hot cum deep inside her pussy and flood her cervix with his hot semen later that week or sometime the next week.

Tony helped her up off of the back seat of the car and she quickly grabbed her panties and she began to wipe her vaginal fluid and his cum off Tony’s quickly softening dick. She also wiped up her secretions and his cum that was dripping out of her pussy and running down her legs. After she cleaned them both up, she stuffed her sopping wet panties in her skirt pocket presumably to go into the wash and she asked him to please help her hook up the clasp of her bra again for her.

Tony saw this as an opportunity to come close to her, kiss her lips, kiss her boobs and suck on her still hard nipples again. Then he reached around behind her back and hooked up the clasp of her bra for her. Then they each got dressed and got out of the car where they really enjoyed the cooler air cool on their sweat soaked blouse and shirt. He passionately kissed her good night, told her he was looking forward to tomorrow night. She said she was too and, she quickly disappeared into the house. He walked back to the shop and “took the long way home”.

Tony got back to the shop just in time to help close up the shop and leave for the night. Tony’s dad and Robbie asked him what took him so long to get back to the shop and He told them that since it was a hot night, Rosey asked him to come in and offered him a glass of cold lemonade and he lost track of time. While he was explaining that, Robbie looked at him with a sly smirk on his face as though he knew the real reason Tony took so long to get back to the shop.

They told him that they were just about to come looking for him. Robbie did not say anything but, looked at him like I have you by the short hair now if I want you there little brother. Tony’s dad probably had his own suspicions that his story was a little too far fetched looking at his sweat soaked tee shirt. Tony later thought maybe that explained what happened the next morning.

The next morning Tony’s dad told him that he wanted him to do some work around the house and he did not go back to the shop again before school started again in the fall. A couple of months later Rosey left the shop to take a better, higher paying job in the city and he never saw her again. After that summer and his senior year in high school Tony left the area to go to college out of state and has never returned to live in that area since he left for college. Within those years his dad sold the business, retired and they lost track of Rosie.

Some years later, he returned to visit his folks and Robbie asked him if he had banged Rosie that night when he walked her home from the shop. Tony told him, yes, he did with a devilish grin on his face as Robbie had a sly grin on his face also. Robbie then told him that she had met some guy in the city and had gotten married. Within several years she became a stay at home mom with her three kids, none of whom were Tony’s.

Tony chose not to ask Robbie if any of those three kids where his but he still had his suspicions. Brothers that came from the same semen and out of the same womb are not identical but they sure as hell are not completely different either and share many of the same traits. Tony thought that Rosie probably liked both of the brothers and how at least one of them banged her in the back seat of her Plymouth on that hot late summer night and maybe both brothers got into her hot, sweet hockey box.

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It was Saturday morning and I couldn’t get the car started. Everything was going wrong. I had made some bad choices and I was out of cash, so things couldn’t get much worse. What had begun as a dream was rapidly turning into a horror story.

My parents had been killed three years ago and left me a lot of money. Being under aged at the time they put the money in the hands of an executor who doled it out to me. When I was of age, I received twenty five percent of it in one lump sum, with the rest to follow when I became twenty four.

I had rented this house and started college. Now the cash was running out and they wouldn’t let me borrow on the rest. I was two months behind and I was frustrated and if I couldn’t get the car running, I’d lose my job at the shop. So that’s when I met Mr. Pearson. He was driving by and he saw pacing around the car, trying to figure out what was wrong.

He pulled over, got out, and offered to try and start it for me. The battery was dead. He drove his car next to mine and gave me a jump start. Fine, the engine was running but he warned that if I turned the damn thing off, I wouldn’t be able to start it up again and he told me that I needed a new battery.

That’s when I finally broke down and cried. I finally just didn’t have any pride anymore and confessed that I was broke. He looked at me for a moment then reached into his wallet and took out about a hundred dollars, pressed it into my hand and told me to get the battery. I didn’t want to accept the cash, but I was desperate. So that’s how I got my second job. I asked what I could do to work it off and he thought for a moment and told me that I could take care of his place when he was out of town.

Maybe it was foolish or maybe it was because I needed someone to care about me, I don’t know, but suddenly I looked at him in a different light. He was handsome, sure, and perhaps ten or fifteen years older than I was, but the guy somehow turned me on. I mean how many guys who you’ve never met would loan you that kind of money then offer you a job?

He wasn’t some guy who wanted something for nothing. Hell, it was me who was on the receiving end and it was me who asked for his help. He was just someone who wanted to be nice and wasn’t threatening.

He gave me his address and that night I went over to his place to thank him again, and find out what I could do to repay him. At first he just said to forget it. It was a gift, but I reminded him that I had promised work it out with him, so he explained that he was out of town more than he was in town and he needed someone to just straighten up around his place when he was away. So we discussed what I could do and it was settled.

We decided on my doing little things, like bringing in the paper and his mail each day, and things like that. Though I offered, he said he had someone who came each week to take care of his pool, and mow his lawn. So I couldn’t offer to do those things but I finally convenience him to let me sort of straighten up around inside his house.

So it began. He gave me a key to his place and we exchanged phone numbers. He would tell me when he was going to be leaving, and when he was arriving. That way we never really were tripping over each other.

Then on Tuesday morning I found an envelope in my mail box. It was his schedule, his house key and another hundred dollar bill.

I figured if he was going to give me more cash, I could at least do more than just bring in the mail for him and straighten up around the place, so I began to do his laundry and even make grocery lists for him, things like that and I began to spend more and more of my free time at his place. To save a little more on cash I began eating over there too. He wouldn’t mind I was sure.

He was rarely around so I began to use his pool and I guess curiosity got the best of me because I began to snoop around the place. He had no pictures around. I mean I even looked in his bedroom for a picture of him or his girlfriend or something but there was nothing. He didn’t even have a phone in the place, and when he got his mail there were never any bills, only flyers and junk mail. I couldn’t get one bit of information about his personal life.

The whole house was open to me except for his office. That was always locked. I was curious as hell about him but although he would sit down with me at the pool and chat sometimes, every time I began to ask personal questions, he somehow turned it around so I was pouring my heart out to him, and learning nothing about him.

I knew that he went to foreign countries often, and he spent a lot of time in Washington DC but that information I got from the airline ticket stubs I found one day.

I was now working at the shop, going to classes and sometimes staying over at his place. He had a spare bedroom and bath so I began using them, but always cleaning things up so he wouldn’t know.

Even with his weekly salary and my salary from the shop I was having problems keeping ahead and ankara escort finally got an eviction notice. I had to tell him that I was going to have to quit college and find another place to live, but stalled, waiting for the right time.

On Thursday he got back in town around three in the afternoon and he asked me if I’d like to go to dinner with him. I jumped at the offer and at five I met him in front of my place.

Janelle’s is a restaurant like no other I have ever been to. They have no menu. You call in and tell them what you would like for dinner and if you gave them four hours notice they would make it for you. And there was only one seating in the evening, with each party having their own private dining room. The service was fantastic and I have never had a seven course meal before in my entire life.

He ordered the right wines for each course and I was getting pretty mellow by the time dessert was served. That was when I got up the nerve to explain my problem. At first he tried to offer me a larger salary but between tuition, books, and room and board, I couldn’t hack it even with his help.

Then I got brazen and asked him if I could stay at his place. I wouldn’t be a problem, and I could take care of things for him and stay out of his way when he was in town. I practically begged him.

He thought for a moment before he agreed, but only on a trial basis, for a month he suggested. After dinner he drove me back to my place, he walked me up to the door, and then started to turn and leave. I instinctively clutched at his sleeve and turned him towards me. It was so natural; I reached up, put my arms around his neck and pressed his lips to mine. It was supposed to be a “thank you kiss,” but since he didn’t pull away I opened my mouth slightly and let the tip of my tongue move across his lips, I had lost control completely. And so help me god, I think he kissed me back. I was floating at that point.

The next day we discussed when I would move in and what I might do and not be expected to do. Instead of making the grocery list, I was to order the groceries, keep the liquor cabinet stocked and generally act as a housekeeper between classes. He had no phone lines so he even put in a thing so my laptop would work thru some sort of gadget with his computer. I think it was a router and it worked real well as long as I didn’t get too far away from his office. He even offered to pay for my cell phone.

The next day between classes, Susie, my best friend at college, came over to help me pack. Between putting things into boxes, she gave me the third degree. What did he look like, did he have a girl friend, and was he gay, did he come on to me, things like that, and each time I answered one question, she would ask another. Actually half way through her quiz, I realized I was bragging about him and she picked up on it.

“You’ve got a crush on him don’t you Kelsey? You really have the hots for him and the guy doesn’t even know how much you care does he?”

At that point I paused and nodded “yes,” I probably do, and that was the moment that I began to put fantasies before reality. Sure he was older than me, but that didn’t matter, and yeah I didn’t know much about his personal life, true, but I didn’t care. What mattered were the other things. The way he looked at me, the sound of his voice, the way I was always following him around and Oh yeah, that kiss last night. That was the clincher.

Once I admitted to myself that I had this crush on Ned, Susie and I began to scheme. I would make him dinners, and do his laundry with mine and put it away in his dressers. I’d change the linen on his bed and generally try to make him dependent on me.

I was still a bit terrified that he had someone else who he was seeing when he was away and I began to wonder how he could live without sex or someone warm to care for. Susie came up with a logical scenario. So he isn’t gay and has no one now, maybe he was just afraid to make a commitment to someone and just took care of himself when he needed to.

I accepted that as the most logical explanation and the one I wanted to believe, and best of all it gave me some direction for my fantasies. But I’d have to be careful not to go too fast.

To aggravate matters, Susie wanted to come over some afternoon when he was out of town and see his place. That happened on Saturday. I invited her over to go swimming with me. By now I had moved in and everything was settled down. Small things bothered me a little but nothing important.

I had a bathtub in my bathroom, he had a shower and when I wash my hair it was a bit of a choir. Then I had to use my computer in my room because if I took it too far away from his office the thing kept going offline. Little things like that.

Saturday arrived and so did Susie and we went thru the house from top to bottom. She nosed into everything, his night stands his bathroom, even his dressers, feeling under things, trying to find some anything that might ankara escort bayan give us some clue as to who and what he was. The best we could figure out was the he worked for the government and visited a lot of foreign countries.

He never received calls at home and the one number he had given me to use whenever I needed anything was to some central service place. If I needed a plumber or doctor, or anything at all, I would just call that number and a voice would say: “Yes, Kelsey, what may we do for you today.” They recognized my voice.

It was eerie and I even suspected that he some sort of undercover agent or something. Even the TV was satellite as was his internet connections, and we never received bills, that central service place must be taking care of everything.

Anyway Susie and I were at the pool tanning, when he came home. I knew he would arrive and I had hoped that he wouldn’t be upset by Susie being there. He wasn’t, and when he came out to the pool he had already gotten into his trunks. It was a first for me too. I had never seen him in his trunks.

Susie gave an audible gasp when he opened the sliding glass door and walked out. I stood up and drew a deep breath before walking towards him. I took his hand and led him over to Susie and made the introductions.

For once she was quiet. Not the chatterbox that she usually was but for the first time she stood there completely dumbfounded. She stammered a few words and Ned smiled at her before turning away and diving in. She wanted to whisper to me but I kept her quiet. I didn’t want him to hear us.

At three, Ned asked if we would like to go out and grab a bite to eat. Susie politely said no, probably because she hadn’t brought anything much to wear but when she excused herself she dragged me along with her to her car.

Ohmygod, Oh my god, Kelsey, he’s fantastic. You know, like one of those Chippendale guys girls get for their bachelorette parties. He’s absolutely a dream. Oh god I hope he’s not taken.

I hurried her away and went back to the pool. I wanted to be with him alone. While he did laps I lay on my tummy and untied my bra and the two strings at the sides of my bikini bottoms, flipping it down. I was set to get a tan without any tan lines.

About a half hour later he heaved himself out of the water and toweled off. I was pretending to be asleep, but I could catch glimpses of him as he watched me. I had my complete back side showing, from my heels to the top of my head, and I was sort of trying to give him a show.

I feigned sleep when he walked over and stood next to me.

“Kelsey? Kelsey, I think you’d better put on some suntan lotion or cover up a bit, you’re beginning to get a little pink.”

I twisted my head and lifted up just enough so my boobs cleared the recliner and asked: “Could you put on some lotion for me Ned? I’d like a little more tan on my back before I turn over. Could you? I can’t reach the lotion”

I half expected him to just hand me the bottle or a towel but instead he began to massage the lotion in across my shoulders and down my back. Arriving at the hollow just above my butt, he paused, almost as if trying to make up his mind, but then continued.

His warm hands massaged my ass and I began to squirm. He didn’t linger any longer than necessary, nor did he rush it, but soon he was doing the backs of my thighs and on down to my calves. He had me squirming before he finished and went over to another lounger and lay back on it.

I couldn’t get my eyes off the package that was bulging between his thighs. I had gotten to him. He was excited. Maybe not a lot, but I knew I had excited him just a little.

Twenty minutes later I did something I never would have thought I could do in a million years, I rolled over and made no pretense of covering up.

For perhaps five minutes I lay there and watched him. He sneaked peeks before he finally got up and turned as if to go in. I had to stop him and blurted out, “Can you do my front before you leave, Ned? I can’t reach the lotion from here, and you’re pretty good at it.”

He hesitated, before coming over. I wiggled to one side so he could sit down next to me as he poured the lotion into his palm. Then he began to rub it onto my cheeks and the sides of my face, now down to my shoulders and throat. I thought he would hesitate when he got to my breasts but he didn’t.

I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning as his warm hands began to massage first one breast than the other. My nipples almost leaped up to meet his hands and the areoles around my nipples actually began to swell up along with my nipples. He began to massage and knead breast until the lotion soaked in before moving lower.

He moved his warm hands across my tummy slowly and I felt my pussy begin to pulse, almost contracting as I thought, Oh god, if he sees what he’s doing to me, I’ll die.

If he did notice, he gave no sign but when he got down to my groin I couldn’t stand it escort ankara any longer and my legs crept slowly apart.

And without pausing he began to rub the lotion in. I shuddered and began to tremble. He must have felt it but he continued. I’m clean shaven and I had half expected him to avoid my cunt, but he moved his massaging hand to my weeping slit.

Not being invasive he coated the soft mounds of each side of my slit he rubbed until the creamy lotion was spread before he moved down to my thighs. If he had spent another minute there, I would have had one hell of a climax but he moved to the tops of my thighs and on down my legs, finally finishing up with my ankles.

I tried to say, “Thanks,” but the words wouldn’t form, and he set the lotion down and stood up. Now looking down he smiled and in that low sexy voice of his warned, Kelsey, don’t overdo it honey, the suns awfully strong and you have some…well rather tender spots that aren’t used to being tanned.”

I wanted to die. He knew how close I had come and he felt me tremble and still had gone on. I was so fucking wet and sticky by now that my pussy was doing a dance. I lay there for another few minutes just toying with my nipples while I tried to get up enough courage to get up and go in.

When I finally got up I figured it was foolish to try and put my bikini back on again, hell he had seen me completely nude and had his hands all over me anyway.

I couldn’t wait to tell Susie what had happened. So I went to my room and called her. She sounded as if she were going to cum herself as I went into every detail of what had happened.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on my door. I quickly hung up and opened the door. Ned stood there; already dressed and looking up and down my nude body he just smiled and suggested that I use the shower in his room to straighten up before dressing for dinner.

I was beyond making any pretense of modesty. I grabbed a towel and padded across the living room to his bathroom. Turned on the hot water, and showered.

Back in my room I dressed, did my hair and put on makeup. Then he took me to another secluded restaurant down by the lake and as we ate, watched the sun set across the shimmering water.

Normally I would have cut myself off at three wines, but I wanted the night to go on, so we began ordering something called a “Jackhammer.” It was something with vodka and pineapple juice. I knew I was beyond my limit and he held himself to two drinks but I was getting a bit loopy and was becoming more and more intimate, at least in my mind I was. Finally he suggested we leave.

At home, I was determined to continue. So I made a pitcher of those things we had at the restaurant, but I upped the vodka. Hell he wouldn’t notice I figured. He was reluctant, but couldn’t very well refuse me when I made him another drink. I began loading my glass with Ice, but served him full glasses. It must have been terrible because it was pure vodka, yet he sipped it. I slid my arms around his neck and he set his drink down. I had put on some music in the CD player and we danced.

If I would describe it, I would call it “dirty dancing.” Oh not on his part, but on mine. I couldn’t have gotten any closer to him if we were Siamese twins and I was grinding my pussy into his thigh and pushing my leg hard up against his cock, making it impossible for him to hide the fact that he was getting harder and harder.

Impulses are hard to control, and I wanted to reach down and see just how hard he’d gotten but I stopped myself. I was sort of wobbly by now, and he helped me to the sofa and sat next to me.

“You going to be alright Kelsey? I think maybe we had a bit too much after dinner tonight.”

I was thinking clearly, and my speech wasn’t slurred yet but I was certainly getting brazen, so I began.

“You know Ned we get along pretty well, and I know I promised to stay out of your way, and try to be invisible, but I was sort of wondering. You know…er, well I was thinking. We’re both single and… well I think your single, but anyway people should help each other out when they can and I know you helped me out a lot by letting me stay here and all, but there are other ways we can help each other out. And I was sort of thinking, well like this afternoon at the pool.

It was nice what you did to me and all and I was wondering about it. Did you know I almost came out there?” I thought he’d be surprised or pretend to be shocked, but he just stared at me and smiled before answering. “Mmmm, I thought so, yeah, but where is this going Kelsey?”

I started rambling on again. “Well, … and this is just a suggestion Ned, but girls need sex just as much as men, maybe more, and… you know, be satisfied and all, and I was thinking. Since we’re living together, and we get along so well, I was wondering why we couldn’t sort of take care of each other that way. You know like when you need it, I’ll be there for you, and you can do the same for me. Of course, no commitments or anything, just people who like each other taking care of each other sort of.”

He didn’t really respond. I mean he didn’t say yes and he didn’t say no. He just looked at me as if he were considering it. Then he answered. I held my breath and waited.

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 14 – Vengeance of the Damned

Melina was aiming at Mr. C., and ready to pull the trigger when she noticed a movement on the other end of the balcony from her and Joanne. A black-clad figure had come out of the door and was now aiming a crossbow down into the space below.

“Who is that?” whispered Joanne.

“Oh my God.” said Melina…

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

As I looked down the barrel of Mr. C.’s revolver, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye, to my upper right. I willed myself not to look up there.

*FWUP!*

Almost by magic, a razor-sharp arrowhead appeared, sticking out of the middle of the rogue cell leader’s chest, the shaft still attached, both now crimson in color. Mr. C. looked down, his eyes wide in shock, as Jonas Oldeeds had when the first bullet had struck him in the back and gone through his chest.

Looking back at me, Mr. C. tried to aim his gun, but he was already falling to his knees.

“You… will not… win… this day.” he gasped at me. Then he fell over, onto his chest and face.

I let my eyes glance upward, seeing the woman in black standing there. She had not nocked another arrow, so I did not move. Our eyes met and I nodded to her, and she nodded in return.

Then, as some of the laser dots swung around towards her, she threw small canisters down. Dark purple smoke soon engulfed her. When it cleared, she was gone.

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

“Who was that?” asked Joanne, seeing the woman throw smoke then disappear into it. She’d briefly seen another woman in the shadow of the doorway behind the archer.

“That…” said Melina, “was Agent ‘Darkwave’, one of my recruits who was disavowed by that bastard lying on the floor now. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

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

I went up to Mr. C. and checked for a pulse, but there was none. He was dead, and rightfully so. I would have loved to have personally taken his life, but it had worked out for the best as it was. It was Mr. C. who had taken a promising CIA recruit and turned her to the wrong side, then disavowed her when she broke free of his corrupt influences.

And I knew she had been the one at the Baseball Fields in Nextdoor County when I’d confronted George Aurus to rescue Cindy and Becca, and why she’d taken out the electrical panel: she did not know I’d already turned off the power, and she short-circuited it… to save her sister.

Yes, Agent ‘Darkwave’ was Kathy Larrington, Becca’s sister, and the woman that would forever be known to me as ‘Goth Girl Kathy’.

Oh yeah… laser dots. What sniper in his or her right mind uses a laser sight? But someone had done so in State Senator Molinari’s office when we came under fire during that meeting. (Author’s note: ‘Frozen Mothballs’, Ch. 02) And I suspected it was Goth Girl Kathy that had fired into the window… and that she had missed on purpose after using a laser that had alerted us to her presence.

And that is how I knew to trust Goth Girl Kathy more than Karen Warner Harlan…

Part 15 – Chariots Advancing

“Nice ride.” Melina said as I picked up my trenchcoat and began putting my weapons in the helicopter.

“Speaking of that, how are we getting out of here?” Joanne asked.

“My car.” said Melina. “It’s hidden outside the gates.”

“You guys head back to Town.” I said. “Check up on Cindy and Callie. And Joanne… I think we can conveniently forget about the paperwork for this one.”

“Roger that, sir!” Joanne said happily.

The women left, walking down the path to the gate. I started up the Cobra and moments later I felt the thrill of flight as the chopper rose into the air at my command. I saw Melina and Joanne get into her Melina’s car and drive away.

I circled around, seeing two dead bodies on the roof. I had no idea what had happened to the others. The laser beams pointing upon Mr. C. had been laser pointers, like one could use in a boardroom presentation, not attached to any weapons. Maybe that’s what he had rigged up for me, as well.

I circled around again, then hovered. I armed the weapons… oh yes, this baby was armed to the teeth like any good Cobra would be. It was ‘point and click’ time. ankara escort I fired.

*BOOM!*

The missile went right into the hole that Cindy had blasted then hit something inside and exploded. A huge fireball erupted from inside, blasting out the windows. Then I took the chopper higher, and fired more missiles onto the roof. Soon the building was a pile of sheet metal engulfed in flames.

Taking one last look, I turned the chopper west, for home.

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

3:00pm, still Friday, May 9th. I landed the chopper at the Fairgrounds, right behind Police Headquarters. As I was walking to the back gate, Captain Teresa Croyle came out to greet me.

She walked with me as she said “Good news and bad news, sir. The Press in Washington is catching on that the Deputy Director is not dead, and the Press in our State is demanding you make a statement.”

“Me?” I asked. “Why do they think I would know anything about any of this?”

“They seem to have come up with the idea that when something sneaky is going on, your name is usually attached to it.” Teresa said. “And not only do I agree, I think Todd inherited the same traits.” I laughed.

Patrolman Barker let us through the back gate. As we walked through the parking lot, I saw the Black Beauty parked in Cindy’s space. Good, she’s home, I thought to myself

Going inside, we made our way to MCD, where there was a crowd. I could sense that something was up. There was a tinge of excitement in the air.

“There he is!” said Theo Washington, seeing me come in with Teresa. “Commander, you have some ‘splainin’ to do.” I looked over and saw State Crime Lab Director Tanya Perlman in her wheelchair. Standing next to her was… FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone.

“Yes, so it would appear.” I said. “Lt. Perlman, you named me the Iron Crowbar. What would you name Mr. Muscone’s FBI team?”

“Team Lazarus, sir.!” said Tanya, her cheeks rosy and her eyes twinkling brightly. “Returned from the dead not once, but twice!”

Also present were Cindy and Callie. Needless to say, it was a much, much happier Headquarters than it had been this morning. And then I saw it, the reason for the anticipation.

Everyone was standing in a circle around an object. As they realized I was looking, they moved away to let me see what it was. In the dead middle of the MCD floor was a small pile of toothpicks, twigs and small wood shavings. Sticking up from it was an unsharpened pencil. A nail, bent to a curve at one end and painted red, was tied to the pencil with rubber bands. Despite the phallic nature of this piece of arts and crafts, I realized the intended meaning.

“Mr. Muscone asked us for some firewood and a stake, sir.” said Teddy Parker. “Best we could do on short notice.”

“You’re gonna need more wood than that, after what the Commander pulled this time.” Teresa said flatly. Everyone began laughing

“Red crowbar and all. I love it.” I said, beginning to laugh with the rest of them. “Gift from Team Lazarus, Jack?”

“And our boss. And Team Crowbar.” said Muscone. And my MCD Detectives would later glue all that together, and it would sit next to my Trojan Horse in my office…

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

I went back to my office and called Laura. “Hi honey, I’m home.” I said.

“Thank God.” said Laura. “I don’t need to tell you that my phone has been ringing off the hook. We’ve put Operation Lint Trap into effect.” That was the codeword for the move to arrest people we’d discovered to be in the C-Cell, as we were calling the now leaderless group of subversives.

Laura continued: “By the way, Melina called. She’s bringing Joanne to my office, and Joanne will be signing a lot of paperwork. The good news for you is that by sheer coincidence, she had just been awarded her Top Secret clearance. Her being an Army Reservist made that a lot easier to accomplish.”

“Good.” I said, then teased my wife: “You’re not trying to recruit her, are you?”

“Oh no, I’m retired.” said Laura. “But who knows what Melina talked to her about on the way home.”

“True.” I said. “By the way, can you do me one favor? See if you can get Kathy Larrington’s name taken off the ‘Disavowed’ list? She never betrayed the country nor the Company; it was Mr. C. who put her on the list.”

“That may not be enough, but I’ll see what I can do.” Laura replied unenthusiastically.

“Well, how about this for ‘enough’…” I said. “She the one who saved our daughter’s life by kicking that sniper’s scope into his face then slitting his throat.”

“Okay… but why did she do that?” Laura asked. “She has no love lost for you.”

“True.” I said. “but the one to whom she is loyal… happens to love the little girls in her family.”

“Ohhh…” Laura said, catching on. “Okay, then, I’ll pull the http://www.e06.org/ strings..”

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

Jack Muscone followed me into my office, escorted by Cindy. Callie was being taken to Laura’s office by Teddy Parker, who’d looked a bit googley-eyed around the beautiful former porn star.

“My boss is at the Federal Building.” he said. “Sandra is at home and Lindy is with her. Your wife has been assessing Sandra, but thinks she’ll be okay. Sandra’s OPR will start Monday.” An FBI OPR was a review of the incident, similar to our Boards of Inquiry.

“Arrests are going on in Washington right now.” said Muscone. “The News Media is all over the place, like a bunch of disturbed hornets. Now they’re all over the explosion at the Federal facility. The Army is coming in to guard the place while they figure out what the hell Mr. C. was doing there.”

“The C-Cell sells sea shells by the sea shore.” I said. “Say that three times fast.”

“Geez, you’re already in the doghouse, Don.” said Cindy. “Now you’re trying to get me tongue-tied, too.” I just grinned.

“My boss is overseeing taking down Superior Bloodlines.” said Jack. “We went down to Valley Villages to arrest some of them that were there, but several planes had already taken off from the airfield down there. One plane was Conrad King’s; it’s headed to Florida. Another is on the way to New England.”

“Wallace Bedford is mine. You know that, right? Your boss knows that, right?” I asked.

“He knows.” said Jack. “And he says you can personally bring in Conrad King, too, if you want.”

“I don’t know if he’s healthy enough for that.” I said. “What about the rest of them?”

“We got Henry Boxman before he could take off for San Francisco.” said Muscone. “We also got Charles Franklin of City we really need to corral him.”

“What’s your boss doing about the Black Triumvirate in the City tomorrow night?” I asked.

“Nothing.” said Muscone, throwing his hands up as if in exasperation. “He tells me that they’ve got parties scheduled in the City, and those will go on to six a.m. if they’re standard Jasmine Nix parties. My boss thinks that if they’d start trouble tomorrow night, the big enchiladas would get out of there first.”

“We know different.” I said. “He just wants to concentrate on Superior Bloodlines at the expense of everything else.”

Just then, Jack got a phone call. “Okay, I’m being called in to the Federal Building.”

“Need a Police escort?” I asked. “And no, I’m not kidding.”

“I’ll be all right.” Jack said. “I have my car. Tanya rode here separately.” With handshakes all around, he left the office.

“How’s Callie?” I asked Cindy.

“She’s fine.” said Cindy. “In fact, I wish she were a little more upset about everything. She’s acting like it’s a big party or a movie script, and she’s having a blast.”

“Well, that’s what she was like when we first met her in the Porno Set case.” I said. “It’s her nature. And it’s one reason you love her.”

Cindy peered at me for a second, then said “Well, she seems to be okay, and of course your wife will be watching her. What I came to tell you was that Vice just informed me that they got some word that a couple of vans full of young blacks came in. The people in the vans have been talking loudly in restaurants about corrupt Police and Police brutality. Then a few of them have told people there’s going to be a rally in MLK Park tomorrow night.”

MLK Park was southwest of the Tenderloin District, and near the Southwestern Ghetto areas. It was not a bad park, and it did have a decent pitch-and-putt Disc Golf course; but it was in a bad area of Town, and only my Police Force or the foolhardy dared to go into it after dark.

“Interesting.” I said.

“And there’s more.” Cindy said. “We are not an Agency of the Weak Minded, as you like to say. We know these loudmouths are front guys, getting attention while something else is going on behind the scenes. Well, Grubby Paul got a tip that some other black men, six of them, wearing suits and ties, checked into the Sunrise Hotel last night, and are still there; they’re due to check out Sunday. It is possible, as you like to say, that one of our street cameras is now slightly angled to keep the hotel and those men’s rooms in view.”

I frowned. “Is Paulina in her office?” I asked.

“No, she’s at the Courthouse.” said Cindy.

“Damn.” I said. “Cindy, I’m going to be leaving within the hour. A plane is going to pick up me and Teresa, Todd, and maybe a few other friends. They will be back by noon tomorrow, Lord willin’ and the Creek don’t rise. I might take a little longer.”

“Hmmm… clan matter?” Cindy asked, and I understood her meaning.

“Yes… and a family matter, where Teresa is concerned.” I said. “Anyway, Molly and the boys will be at escort ankara the Cabin, with Laura and Carole and Jim, my mother, and of course Bowser and Buddy. Feel free to bring Callie. Maybe even invite your mother.”

“Actually, we have another plan for that.” Cindy said. She would not elaborate further.

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

I called Paulina on the phone.

“Hi Don.” she said. “I’ll bet you’re calling about security for Tasha.”

“You are reading my mind.” I said. “Reassure me, please.”

“My brother, T-Square, is going to be in the City this weekend.” Paulina said. “He’s asked some people to watch over me and Tasha, and my condo complex has pretty good security. We should be fine, and I have you on speed-dial.”

“Do you have Cindy or Teresa on speed-dial also?” I asked.

“Yes.” said Paulina. “I have to call them all the time about Court matters.”

“Okay.” I said. “Call Cindy at the slightest sign of trouble. I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off over this FBI business.”

“Oh yeah, that was an awesome one!” Paulina said excitedly. “Everyone here thinks it was your doing. And the Media reporters are hating your guts for it; they think you used them like toilet paper, and now they’re being flushed, so to speak. You made them look bad, Don.”

“Heh!” I barked. “Good. Okay, I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”

After we disconnected, I felt foreboding in my soul. It wasn’t enough. And the Police would not be enough. I opened my safe, and got a burner phone from the very back, still in its box. I walked out to the parking lot, then to the Fairgrounds, past the Bell AH-1 chopper, and to the abutment that overlooked the River. I activated the phone, then sent a text. After it went through, I dropped the phone on the concrete, then proceeded to use my red crowbar to smash it to bits. Then I threw those pieces into the River.

I went to the helicopter and got in, revving it up. I did not go far… just into the employees parking lot at Police Headquarters, in the corner. The Chief had said I could park it there, but it needed to be gone by Monday morning.

Part 16 – Revenge For The Damned

The sleek jet came in for a landing at County Airport, the markings saying ‘Ichimoku Industries’. It ostensibly belonged to that company’s executives, but I knew who it really belonged to.

A small party of people were waiting for the plane. Me, Teresa, Todd, Teddy Franklin, and Todd’s assistant Mariko, as well as two young Japanese men that Todd said were Mariko’s ‘security escort’. She was the daughter of Takaki Misaki; her security was extremely important.

Our entire party was wearing black, except for Mariko, who was wearing a business suit and looked like a beautiful young Asian executive. I, of course, also had my trenchcoat, red crowbar, and my two swords. Mariko’s security people were looking at my swords unfavorably, but they knew I would have them with me at all times.

The plane landed and taxied over to us. As we boarded, I was scanning the perimeter as I was always wont to do, and I saw Cindy at the gate, watching, the Black Beauty right behind her. I waved to her and she waved back, then I boarded the plane, the last to do so.

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

As we flew east, I gave the general outline of the plan. One of the Japanese men then gave the layout of the Wallace Bedford estate. He had cased it thoroughly, knowing where all the guards were, the cameras, the defendable locations… it was scary that he’d learned all this by going through the house undetected. I added what I knew from my previous visit to the Bedford compound.

“Okay, everyone.” I said. “Bedford’s young son is sick, maybe dying. We will allow any nurses and doctors to evacuate him to Boston. But no one else.”

“Sir,” Teresa would ask, later on when we were speaking privately, “why should we give his son any more consideration than he gave Amy?”

“Because we are better than he is.” I said. “We’ll give his son a chance to live, unlike what he did to Amy.”

I don’t know if that mollified Teresa’s feelings, but she nodded and took it in stride.

As we neared our destination, Teresa said “You’re drinking a lot of water, sir. You okay?”

“I’m fine.” I said. “Just need to hydrate. Part of the plan… part of the plan.”

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

“I’m sorry, sir.” said the doctor. “There’s little more we can do. His transplanted liver is beginning to fail.”

“We’ll have to find another one.” said Bedford.

“Sir,” said the doctor, “it may not be enough. We bought him some time with the last transplant, but without a cure, which has still not been found, it’ll get to the point where even a transplanted organ will be useless for him.”

Bedford looked over at his son, lying in the special hospital-type bed, surrounded by the best medical equipment. All those years, childless, finally artificially inseminating a woman, but the boy born sickly, and now barely clinging to life, which would mean the end of the great Bedford line of white men.

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Sandra picked up Kelly at eight on New Year’s Eve. It had been the fourth time they hung out during their holiday break from college. The two had been linked at the hip during high school but going to two separate colleges made that impossible. The time they spent together reminded them of how close their friendship was and how much they enjoyed each other’s company. The “best friends forever” talk back in high school was goofy for sure, but this break perhaps gave it some merit. The two picked up right where they left off.

They arrived at Steve’s parents and quickly began getting reacquainted with classmates they hadn’t associated with since graduation. Steve had been the most popular kid in their class and his parties were classics to remember. This one was no less. The large house out in the woods made it possible to boom the music and the pool and wooded area out back gave party-goers plenty of places to hide out should the cops bust the party. No matter; the place was secluded and the party exclusive enough that the cops probably had not been tipped to it. They had enough going on that night anyway.

Kelly whispered into Sandra’s ear, “Girl, there are some hot guys at this party. Don’t be afraid to leave me here if I give you the signal.”

Sandra, always the more innocent of the two, said, “Signal? What signal? Don’t leave me Kelly,” she said. Kelly was already moving into the crowded area that was serving as a dance floor.

No sooner than Kelly moved away, Sandra noticed him. Sandra and Jordan Cavanaugh had dated for two years but had broken up before the summer after graduating. It was largely amicable, as they both understood that they’d go to separate universities and start dating others. They patted each other on the back and counted it as a mature decision, though they both knew it was a painful one. They had discussed it throughout the last quarter of school.

A month prior to the end of school, Sandra went further with Jordan than with any other guy. After prom, everyone was at the after-prom party right at this location. Many of her girlfriends had planned to lose their virginity that day, but she told everyone that she would hold out. Except Kelly. She had confided that she certainly felt the pressure to “give it up” to Jordan, who had subtly let it be known that he wanted to lose his own virginity that night. For two years, he’d been a perfect gentlemen while the two tried to suppress their young passions only succumbing a few times to the occasional handjob.

Two weeks prior to prom, Sandra had let Jordan slip his hands into her panties while at a drive-in theater. She planned on stopping him after he copped his feel; the fact was she wanted it too, but had set that as a limit. Her plan failed, though, when the sexually inexperienced Jordan rubbed her clit along the way. The sudden jump it elicited caught Sandra off-guard and before she knew it, Jordan was slamming his fingers into her virgin pussy (her hymen had been busted years earlier during an accident on a bike; but that’s a completely different story). The feeling was incredible and Sandra was amazed at how wet her pussy got. Even so, that was as far as she’d let it go. And she did a few more times before prom.

Kelly understood Sandra better than most, so she was not surprised about all of Sandra’s “saving herself” talk, though Kelly had long since let those type of sentiments go for herself. She listened to Sandra whine about her predicament as a good friend should and then offered a solution. “Give him a blowjob.” Sandra was stunned by the suggestion, but after the initial, “that’s gross” and “I’d never do that” blubbering, Sandra listened to her friend. They laughed as Kelly showed Sandra how to give one on a banana and then stole a video out of her father’s so-called hidden stash of porno movies and used it to instruct Sandra on the proper form.

That prom night, amid the sounds of Cheryl Richardson having her cherry popped in the next room, Sandra kneeled between Jordan’s outstretched legs as they lay on Steve’s parents’ bed and took Jordan into her mouth for the first time. To this day, Sandra remembered how surprised she was that it didn’t taste as bad as she imagined it would. Jordan, always the complete gentleman, warned her that he was cumming and only a little got on the shirt she had changed into after the dance. Sandra was surprised that she still held out and maintained her virginity into college, though in the weeks after prom, she got very good at giving Jordan head. She gladly shared the details with Kelly, and confided in her the conflicted feelings she held about not going “all the way” with her first love Jordan.

It all seemed silly now, but seeing Jordan after two years brought it all back to Sandra. It seemed even sillier in light of the fact that she went to university and lost her virginity at the end of her freshman year to her current boyfriend George. She had planned to spend at least urla escort part of the holidays with George and his family a couple of states away, but her parents made it abundantly clear that they did not approve of her doing so. Sandra, not one to rock the boat with her parents footing the bill for college and, well, not one to disobey her parents for the most part anyway, stayed home. The unfortunate consequence for her was she had to entertain herself by keeping company with Kelly and sometimes babysitting her bratty younger brother. At night she filled the void that she’d become comfortable with George and his cock filling, quietly bringing herself off with her hand.

Tonight, she was really looking forward to advancing their normally mundane sex life (mundane because of her timidity mostly) into something more exciting. She really didn’t know how, but she was open to trying new things. She was twenty years old now, no longer a virgin, taking birth control pills she got at student health services, and with a guy she was pretty comfortable with opening up to. Instead, she was stuck four states away in her hometown. The distance between them didn’t suppress the way she felt. She’d been horny all day, though she wouldn’t dare tell Kelly, who would make it her objective to get Sandra laid, which Sandra knew was not in the cards.

Kelly was well on her way though. Sandra awoke from her contemplation and found Kelly dancing in a corner in dim light. Sandra marveled at how little Kelly cared about what others thought of her promiscuity. In a way, she admired her for it. Kelly was busy riding a guy’s thigh as he rested his hands beneath the short skirt she wore. It was easy to tell by the occasional flip of the skirt that she was wearing a thong. The guy towered over her 5’4 inch frame and it was apparent he worked out a lot, especially beside Kelly’s petite torso. Sandra smiled in disbelief at her friend.

Her mood changed quickly though when the humongous guy got a call on his cell. It wasn’t that he moved away from Kelly—that had little effect on Sandra. It was the sudden fit of jealousy that started when she saw Jordan, her longtime high school boyfriend and first love come up behind her. It took all of a couple seconds before Sandra downed two shots of tequila to calm her nerves. A couple of minutes later, as the alcohol quickly seeped into her system, she tried to calm herself down, reasoning that Jordan and Kelly were two adults free to do whatever they wanted. “Besides, I have George,” she thought. She was doing a horrible job convincing herself to calm down, though, and she found herself getting more and more angry, mostly at her supposed best friend Kelly. She also felt terribly alone as she realized that she’d been here for a couple of hours and she hadn’t really linked up with any old friends really and she was one of the few girls without a guy hanging all over her.

“What the hell is she thinking,” she whispered to herself. Weren’t there rules against this? “She’s my best friend,” she argued with the part of herself that was trying to stay calm and mature about all of this. She finally returned to survey the scene and watched as Kelly had turned into the aggressor and was now nibbling on Jordan’s neck half a foot higher than her. Sandra noted that he’d added a few inches of height and he was even hotter than she’d left him after high school. His muscular form had only gotten more so playing college baseball. She tried not to care, but her jealousy was now at a fevered pitch.

She took the bottle of Patron and filled another shot glass. She downed it in a quick jerk and resolved that there was no way Kelly was going to take “her man” without a figurative fight. Everyone watched her with surprised looks on her face as she clumsily stumbled into the dim dance area and began moving her hips, gripped tightly in denim by her low-cut jeans. Her 34 C breasts jiggled as she lazily swayed to the dirty rap song that boomed in the room. Slowly but surely, she was losing herself in the song and had to remind herself that Jordan was what she wanted.

She zeroed in on Jordan and Kelly who were now locked in an erotic embrace. Kelly was facing him and was kissing his chest, which she exposed by unbuttoning the top buttons of his loose button-up shirt. He was lost in the moment and enjoying what Kelly was doing until he was startled by another set of hands running up his ripped stomach muscles. “Remember me Jordan,” Sandra tiptoed and whispered in his ear.

“Wow! I can’t believe you’re here,” Jordan exclaimed as he turned and gave her a bear hug. The music continued though and despite wanting to talk to Sandra, Kelly came up behind him and began running her hands over his chiseled chest, trying to reacquire the attention she had lost. The fact was, Kelly was now the jealous one and couldn’t believe that Sandra would interrupt their vibe. Kelly was sure that she was going kemalpaşa escort to finally ride Jordan’s cock, which she had heard from some girls she knew at the college Jordan attended was very large. She knew he and Sandra had dated years ago, but that was just it. Sandra was just being a bitch.

The interruption though was successful. Jordan pushed away Kelly’s hands and invited them both to a quieter room where they could all talk and get reacquainted. The three grabbed drinks and moved to a very familiar room: Steve’s parents’ room. Kelly sat at a chair dejectedly watching as Sandra and Jordan exchanged smiles and stories, catching up on two years of purposefully isolating themselves from the other. Kelly decided right then and there that she would beat out Sandra tonight in getting Jordan, no matter what it took. Best friends, sure, but trying to steal Jordan from her was just low. Unbeknownst to her, Sandra was thinking the same thing.

The time had gotten away from them all, but suddenly, Sandra’s cell phone made it clear. 11:58; two minutes from the New Year turning. Sandra looked and saw that it was George. She felt guilty, but she really didn’t want to answer the call. Her better nature forced her to do so though. She excused herself and walked into the master bedroom’s connected bathroom and answered her cell. “Hello,” she said, trying to hide the alcohol-induced buzz she was feeling.

“Hey baby! I know that it’s about to turn 12:00 there and I wanted to call and wish you a Happy New Year….,” he started to blab on about the lame party he was at. Sandra was more interested in the situation that was developing in the room she was looking into. Jordan sat at the edge of the bed as Kelly marched over to the light and turned it off. It left the room barely lit by the light shining through the window. She then walked over to Jordan, straddled one of his thighs and said loud enough for Sandra to hear her, “Happy New Year Jordan,” and then began to kiss him deeply. Sandra’s jealousy was starting to bubble over when she saw Jordan’s large hands begin to rub the back of Kelly thighs. It didn’t help when Kelly looked back at Sarah and smiled in triumph.

“Are you there Sandra,” Sandra heard on the phone she had to her ear.

She answered, “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry, there’s just some stuff going on here. Happy New Year to you too baby.”

“Okay, well it sounds like you need to go,” he said, obviously perturbed by her apparent lack of interest in his phone call. Sandra knew she had better start showing interest so as to not piss him off. He was, after all, her boyfriend.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. I’m so glad you called. Really,” she said, but was now newly distracted. Kelly had pushed Jordan back onto the bed and was now kissing his exposed lower abdomen. Sandra didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose, but Kelly had turned her ass toward her and had pulled up her skirt as if to remind Sandra how far she intended to take this. Sandra knew that she was wearing only a thong, but actually seeing the material, or lack thereof, covering her ass took her aback.

It was Sandra’s turn to blab on about nonsense. In her head, though, she only wanted to regain ground she had lost to Kelly. She kept the phone to her ear and walked out into the bedroom. “Tell me about your parents. Did they give you a hard time about going out tonight,” she asked, really inviting George to take over the talking for awhile as she rejoined the action. She walked out to the other two now lost in their foreplay each participating in silence minus an occasional attempt to catch their breath. George had somehow turned into an afterthought for Sandra; all that was important was getting Jordan before Kelly. “Uh huh,” she acknowledged him every once in awhile just to keep him talking.

Sandra couldn’t believe the gall of her friend, who was now unabashedly taunting her. Kelly looked up from licking and kissing Jordan’s bare lower stomach and smiled as she began unbuckling the belt on his slacks. A sense of urgency entered Sandra’s psyche and in a panic, she climbed onto the bed beside Jordan who was busy enjoying the attention he was receiving. Sandra didn’t necessarily know what she was going to do at that point as she sat on the bed to Jordan’s left, kneeling and looking down upon Kelly slowly kissing the front of Jordan’s slacks. Jordan began answering the question when he leaned over and began tugging on the bottom of Sandra’s t-shirt. Sandra didn’t object and opened her mouth slightly, then bit her lower lip as her eyes rolled backward. “Mmm hmm,” she mumbled to George on the phone, though she was now not listening to a word he was saying

“Are you there Sandra? Sandra,” George asked. His questions finally became urgent enough to get her attention. George then asked, “What the fuck is going on?”

Sandra, recognizing George’s suspicion, emphatically answered, “Nothing,” menderes escort just as Jordan’s long hand began an ascent under her t-shirt towards her breasts. She knew she had to let him go, but couldn’t while he was angry and suspicious. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired and want to go home.” Just then, Jordan’s hand began to cup her right breast over her bra. Sandra wanted nothing less than to rip her own clothes off at that point.

Kelly didn’t like that Jordan’s attention had been averted, so she decided to up the ante. She undid Jordan’s slacks and began nibbling the underside of his swollen cock, now peeking its head over the top of his underwear’s waistband. The move certainly got Jordan’s attention. He pulled his hand from under Sandra’s t-shirt and used them both to begin pushing his pants and underwear down his legs. The move exposed his cock fully.

Sandra was just two years removed from having last seen Jordan’s cock, but tonight, it seemed bigger than ever. For a second, she considered whether it was because she had been dealing with George’s substantially smaller member. George. She really needed to let him go now. “Anyway, I have to make sure Kelly gets home, so I have to pull her away from a guy she’s trying to have sex with.” Kelly looked up at her, taking a pause from admiring Jordan’s tool. Sandra then looked her in the eye, smiled, and said, “She’s kind of a slut.” Kelly pursed her lips in anger and gave Sandra her middle finger. Sandra returned to the phone call. “In fact, you better let me go so I can rescue her from herself.”

Kelly couldn’t believe her friend was trying to undercut her like that. She decided that she would take what was hers. She grabbed the base of Jordan’s swollen cock and held it straight up. She began a long, slow lick up its underside and then flicked its head over and over again.

Sandra wanted to get off the phone. More realistically, she wanted to throw it against the wall, but George kept talking. He sighed and blathered on about Sandra being such a good friend and to be safe, et cetera, et cetera. “I love you and can’t wait to see you again,” he said. Sandra was hardly listening but knew she had to finish the phone call convincingly before devouring Jordan’s dick before Kelly did. It was too late though. Kelly’s warm wet mouth opened wide and slid over the hood of Jordan’s large cock head.

Sandra gulped and said, “Okay George. I love you too. Call you tomorrow. Bye!” She heard him begin another round of “I love you’s” when she hit end on the cell phone and threw it to the side. She knew it would piss him off and leave him steaming mad, but she’d explain it away tomorrow. Right then, she was more interested in joining in on the action.

She leaned forward and began a slow descent of kisses that began at the top of Jordan’s chiseled abdominal muscles. She kept her eyes open for the first opportunity to join in on the blowjob Kelly was expertly administering to Jordan. Meanwhile, Jordan began rubbing his free hand between the hot crotch of Sandra’s jeans as she bent over onto her knees and elbows beside him. He looked down and took in the site of two women administering him pleasure: Kelly sucking the head of his thick cock while Sandra licked and kissed his stomach. “This is amazing,” he thought to himself. He then wondered, since he’d gotten this far, whether he wanted to push things and attempt to get the two to “dyke out” as many of his friends called it. He was content at the moment, but the closer their heads got, the more he wanted to push them together.

Sandra saw her opportunity and took it. As Kelly removed her mouth from Jordan’s cock to begin licking his balls, Sandra took a deep breath and swallowed as much as she could of it. The groan from Jordan made her feel a bit triumphant when she and Kelly’s eyes met. Kelly pulled back and watched Sandra, hardly believing the one largely believed more innocent of the two had jumped ahead of her. She was about to say something, but Jordan’s hand gripped a handful of her brown hair and pulled her mouth back onto his balls, reminding her of what her original intentions were.

Jordan could hardly believe his luck. He’d gotten a blowjob from Sandra before. Hell, it was in that very room. But even that had an innocent air to it, spurred by puppy love and an innocent desire to see how far they could push their physical attraction without actually performing intercourse. And Kelly. She was the school’s tease—a hottie that countless guys had touched and prodded, but few had fucked. She was always inviting, but always off-limits with him dating Sandra. Now, he miraculously had them both. He leaned to the side and watched Kelly’s brown hair and Sandra’s blonde intermingle as they both kissed, licked and sucked his wet swollen cock. Happy New Year indeed.

Jordan sat up slightly and pulled his shirt completely off. He decided to pull himself further up toward the head of the bed. As he did, he kicked off his shoes, socks and slacks, leaving him completely naked on the bed, inviting the ladies to continue their work. Like moths competing for the attention of the light, they both moved quickly to reattach their mouths to his cock. Sandra quickly returned to his shaft, pushing her mouth further down its length.

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I’ve been on my own now for only a few years, loving every minute of it. Solitude was becoming my fast friend. Of course there were things I missed about being attached to someone or something, certain luxuries that only appear when you’re with someone. But the one thing that I missed most was sex. Two and a half years without physical contact was slowly killing me inside. I tried getting involved with guys from work or guys that I talked to at parties, but I always found some small quirk about them that made me loose interest. For this I totally blame Richard.

I dated Richard for almost five years, all through high school and part of college. I was in heaven until I found out he was sleeping with other people, men mostly. I felt betrayed, hurt, and like I could never trust a penis again. Locked in self-doubt about what had turned him to homosexuality, I became depressed for the first year we were apart. Then one day a friend of mine told me, simply, that it was not my fault. I didn’t do anything to make Richard turn to men, that’s just what he felt more drawn to. Ridding myself of suicidal pressures and stress was easy.

I took up running to clear my head, left all meat out of my diet, and became sort of a health-nut. But with all my self-improvements, I still couldn’t get past the no trust issue. Therapists say that once an important male figure in your life scars you, it’s hard to regain control. Boy, was that ever true.

I figured moving halfway across the state would help. It didn’t. I tried every kind of dating and sexual healing workshops that I could find. None of it worked. I became angry at the male species in general, but the thoughts of turning towards women never entered my mind. I loved the male sex organ, the very same thing I hated.

When I finally began dating a man from work for longer than two dates, he broke it off. Telling myself to not become depressed, I emerged myself into redecorating my apartment. Putting in a large half-picture window in my kitchen proved to be the best self-help tool.

Tony, forever known as the man across the alley, moved in about the same time I was redecorating. urla escort The large window was situated so I could look out of it while doing dishes. Coincidentally it also faced Tony’s apartment. Or more specifically, Tony’s bedroom.

On the day he moved in, I was doing the few dishes that I had to clean. I looked up and saw a very handsome specimen of man carrying a large box into the room and as he set it down, I watched the muscles in his back and the chords of his biceps, flex under the strain. Never had I been so turned on by such a menial action. I dismissed it as a feeling of sexual denial, only a reaction to the lack of sex in almost three years.

When he began putting his bed frame together, I could only watch his shirtless torso flex and move according to nature. I wondered how it would move under my fingertips. Would my touch cause his skin to tremble? Would he sigh in anticipation and ask for more? My mind played dirty tricks on me and I found myself wetting my lips, an action I only did when I was aroused. I noticed my nipples had become erect, reacting to the chemicals my body was producing. I turned back to look at him again. He was staring at me. I backed away with a blush and began working on my apartment again, veering away from the kitchen window.

When night fell, I got the nerve to look out the window again. Tugging nervously on a strand of my dark auburn hair. What I saw was even more breath taking. Tony had just emerged from his bathroom, only with a towel wrapped around his waist. Wet and glistening, my fantasy Grecian god was just walking barefoot over to his window. Again he caught me staring. Smiling up at me with a half-smile he yanked his towel away from him. As it fell to the floor, so did I. Turning a horrible shade of red, from embarrassment and sexual excitement, I crouched on my haunches. Counting to twenty I slowly rose enough to peek out the window. He was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief and disappointment I went to sit on my couch. Lazily daydreaming, I had fantasies of this man driving me wild. Sitting up when I saw a light go on across the alley. Feeling kemalpaşa escort like I had taken and not given in return, I stripped. Walking to my window naked, I stood in front of it proudly. Tony, dressed only in surf shorts, was doing push-ups in the middle of his floor. Since he hadn’t seen me yet I could just stare.

Drinking in his motions with a thirst that hadn’t been quenched in a long time. Tony was the first guy I had ever wanted sexually in almost three years. I don’t know if it was his body, his obvious charisma, or just the pensive nature he seemed to posses. Then it hit me, it was all of these things and more. He was Richards opposite. The final ying to my yang. Focusing my eyes back on Tony, I noticed he was staring at me with obvious lust in his eyes, I had momentarily forgotten that I was naked and he could see everything from the top of my hips and up.

Slightly turning red, I leaned onto my sink and mouthed the word ‘hi.’ When he mouthed ‘hey’ back to me I felt like my knees would buckle. Getting an idea, I held up my finger to signify for him to hold on a minute. I almost ran to my bathroom to grab a tube of dark mocha lipstick. Looking in a mirror I wrote the number to my apartment on my breasts. 307.

Running back to my kitchen I let the light that fell from his apartment grace my round breasts. Raising an eyebrow in an obvious come-on, he slowly nodded and turned to leave. Standing in my semi-dark apartment, naked, I felt a rush that I hadn’t felt for a long time. The wait for him to come over didn’t take long. At the first knock on my door, not caring whom it really was, I swung the door open with great force. Grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his lips to mine in a sexually charged, mind-blowing kiss. His hands were everywhere on me and I felt like crying. His touch healed my open wounds. Leading him into my apartment and lying on the faux skin rug, I hadn’t been able to part with since high school, our bodies became tangled.

Running my fingers through his short hair, I groaned with need. I needed him. Through baited breath he introduced himself, menderes escort as Tony in 312. Laughing a little too roughly for my usual nature I introduced myself as well. Kissing more slowly now, but with no less dancing tongues, he began running his fingers over my body. Sighing in pleasure I stretched out like a cat in the sun. When his mouth replaced his fingers I felt like I had died and was floating on a plane in time that didn’t exist. Becoming ready a little too quickly, I felt the first shudders of an orgasm, just by his light touching. Slightly embarrassed at my over zealousness, I turned my face from his.

Sweetly he placed a finger under my chin and turned me back into him. Kissing my lips gently and grasping my hair he pressed my body into his more closely. I could feel his erection through his shorts and I grasped at their edge. Pulling them down I felt like I had come home from a long trip. It had been too long and tears formed in my eyes. Mistaking this for fear he kissed my eyelids and began to get up. I grasped for him, holding his member at bay. Raising myself onto my knees I began licking his erection with earnest. Slowly making it wet and ready to enter me. His eyes were closed and he was moaning as he gyrated his hips towards me. Leading him back down to the floor with me, I spread my thighs for him to penetrate me. The first feeling of his hard thick muscle being sucked in by my tight vagina was heavenly. My moistness and the slickness of my own saliva from his tool, we fit perfectly.

Begging his hard steady thrusts, I could only grasp his shoulders and kiss his mouth with passion. My body was rocking with more orgasmic shudders when I felt him reach between our bodies and tickle my clit with his fingers. Arching my body and crying out I came in a rush that felt good. With his erection still inside of me, he turned me on my knees. Taking himself out, he resituated himself to enter me doggy style. Grasping my breasts for support and leverage, I felt the base of his shaft slam against my ass with every thrust. Twisting my nipple between his fingers I peaked again, and at my second orgasm he let out a groan and I felt him shoot into my wet and open cunt.

Truly spent, we just lay on the middle of my rug and he whispered in my ear.

“Thanks for the welcome into the neighborhood.”

I smiled and kissed him over my shoulder. “Thanks for moving in next door, neighbor.”

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KOCAMIN ORTAKLARI
Merhaba, Adım Nazan.1.70 boyunda,57 kilo,kumral,buğday tenli,dolgun göğüslü,kalçaları arkaya doğru çıkık yani kısacası erkeklerin sikmek için can attıkları harika bir kadınım.Evliyim ve eşim Tamer harika bir erkek.Ben 27 o ise 29 yaşında.Evleneli tam 6 yıl oldu fakat hala bir çocuk yapmadık.Eşimle sevişmelerimiz genelde uzun ve güzel olur.Beni yatağa yatırır ve abartısız 1 saat boyunca amcığımın ve götümün her yerini yalar,emer,ısırır ve beni çıldırtır.

Buraya kadar herşey mükemmel ama iş sikme faslına gelince beni yeterince tatmin edemez.14 santimlik siki amımda kaybolur ve varlığını,girip çıktığını bile hissedemem.Alev alev yanan amımın içine girdiği anda hemen boşalır.O beni sikerken elimle kendimi tatmin eder ve zevk almış gibi hareketler sergilerim.Ama seks dışında mutlu bir evliliğimiz var ve onu çok seviyorum.Herşey Tamer in bir gece sevişirken benden fantezi anlatmamı istemesinden sonra başladı.

Ona nasıl bir fantezi anlatmamı istediğini sorduğumda bana “senin başka bir erkekle sikişiyormuş gibi anlatmanı istiyorum” dedi.Bunu duymak amımın ıslanmasına neden olmuştu.Ama yinede tereddütte kalmış, acaba ağzımımı arıyor diye kuşkuya kapılmıştım. Bende ona “o halde önce sen başla ben devam ettireyim” diye karşılık vermiştim.Kocam amımı yalıyor, göğüslerimi okşuyor ve bir yandan da bana “hadi karıcığım anlat bana. Kocaman yarağı olan biriyle sikiştiğini anlat” demeye başladı.

Amımı öyle büyük bir iştah ile yalıyordu ki daha fazla kendimi bastıramadım ve ona çok güzel bir sikiş fantazisi anlattım.O anda başka bir erkeği düşünerek onunla hayalimde bir güzel sikiştim.İlk defa kocamı hayalimde aldatıyordum ve inanılmaz zevk almıştım.Kimbilir bunun gerçeği nasıl olur diye düşünmeye başlamıştım.Artık her sevişmemizde ona fantaziler anlatıyor kendimi başka erkeklere siktiriyor,bazen iki yarak birden içime alıyor ve delicesine sevişiyordum.

Öyle şeyler anlatıyordumki, kocama daha fazla zevk vermeye çalışıyor,beni bir an önce başka erkeklere siktirmesi için ona zemin hazırlıyordum.Bir gece sevişirken bu amacıma ulaşmıştım.Ben fantezi anlatırken kendimden geçmiş “oooh sikin beni.yarak istiyorum….köküne kadar sokun bana…”diye inlemeye başlamış kocamda “sikiş karıcığım.Köküne kadar al içine.Bende sizi seyrederim”diye karşılık vermişti.

Artık iş fantaziden çıkmış karşılıklı konuşmaya dönüşmüştü. Ama bu fırsatı iyi kullanmak ve bir an önce başka bir erkekle sikişme fikrini gerçekleştirmek istiyordum.”Bizi seyretmek sana zevk verirmi kocacığım? Beni kıskanmazmısın?”diye ağzını aramak maksadıyla bir soru yönelttim.O da bana “kıskanırım karıcığım ama bu çok hoşuma gidiyor.Seni başka bir erkekle sikişirken izlemek kimbilir ne kadar güzel olur” diye cevap verdi.Bende ona “bu sana zevk veriyorsa senin için zevkle yaparım, hem kıskanacak ne varki ben yalnızca seni seviyorum hayatım” diye cevap vermiş bir yandanda amımı ağzına, yüzüne iyice bastırıyordum. ( sex )

Kocamın gözü önünde kendimi başka erkeklere siktirmek için can atıyordum. Biliyordum ki onu ikna ettikten sonra bu kapı açılacak ve bende başka erkeklerle, onların kocaman yarakları ile günümü gün edecektim. Hatta onun çok beğendiğim bazı arkadaşlarıyla bile sikişebilirdim.Aklıma birden bu jeton düştü.Amımı yalama faslından sonra sikme faslına geçmişti.Yine herzamanki sıradanlıkla beni sırt üstü yatırdı ve sikmeye başladı.

Bende dudaklarımı kulağına iyice yaklaştırıp “Sok Serkan, kocamın gözü önünde çatır çatır sik beni.” diye kocamın bir arkadaşının ismini söylemeye başladım. Kocamın hiç sesi çıkmıyor daha ateşli ve hızlı bir şekilde sikiyordu beni.Anladım ki o da çok zevk alıyordu.Artık durmamalıydım ve kocamın boşalmasına yakın “Kökle Serkan’ım… Amımın derinliklerine fışkırt döllerini.

Oooh erkeğim benim” dedim ve kocamda çok büyük bir arzu ile fışkırttı içime.Yanıma uzandı ve bana “Bu Serkan sakın bizim Serkan olmasın” dedi.Bende “evet kocacığım” diye cevap verdim.”Onunla sikişmek istermisin?” dediği anda kalbim duracak gibi oldu.Ama durmamalıydım ve tüm cesaretimi toplayarak “evet…Hemde çook” diye cevap verdim.”Yarın onu sana getireceğim.Yarın akşam çok seksi olmalısın.” dediği anda hem şaşırmış,hemde dünyalar benim olmuştu.

Ertesi günü iple çekiyordum.Kocam işe gittiği anda bende yataktan kalkmış,Güzelce yıkanmış,bacaklarıma ve amıma ağda yapmış, akşama doğru en seksi kıyafetimi ve siyah ipeksi iç çamaşırlarımı giymiş,yüzüme seksi bir makyaj yaparak ve kokular sürünerek beklemeye koyulmuştum.Çok geçmeden kapı çalındı ve heyecendan elim, ayağım titremeye başlamıştı.Kapıyı açtığım anda beni bir sürpriz bekliyordu. Kocamın yanında Serkan’la beraber başka bir erkek daha vardı.Anlaşılan kocam beni, aynı anda iki kişi ile sikişirken izlemek istiyordu.

Bilmiyor ki enayi kocam kendimi zevkle siktireceğim bu erkeklere. Serkan 1.85 boylarında 80 kilo,atletik yapılı esmer ve çok yakışıklı tam bir erkek. Yanındaki de ondan aşağı kalır gibi değil.Anlaşılan bu gece benim gecem olacak.Bu düşünceleri bir kenara bırakıp tatlı ve seksi bir gülücükle misafirlerimize ve sevgili kocama “Hoşgeldiniz” dedim ve hemen salona geçtik.Beni yeni misfirimizle tanıştırdılar.ismi Murat olan bu kişi de meğersem Serkan’ın ortağıymış.Ortaklıklar pekişecek ve bundan sonra kocama da ortak olacaklardı anlaşılan.

Tabii sermayede seve seve ben olacaktım.Karşılıklı hal ve hatır faslından sonra, Serkan’a özel yaptığım yemekleri hepimiz afiyetle yedik.Bu arada misafirlerimize seksi bakışlar fırlatıyor “acaba niye geldiklerini biliyorlarmı?” diye gözlerinden birşeyler okumaya çalışıyordum. Daha sonra ben mutfaktayken kocam yanıma geldi.Hemen ona büyük bir merakla “Onlara söyledin mi?”diye bir soru yönelttim.Kocam “hayır,cesaret edemedim. Sadece hadi bize gidelim,yemeği bizde yeriz.Nazan’ın aşçılığı mükemmeldir dedim onlar da geldi.”diye cevap verdi.

O iki erkeği içimde istiyordum ve sadece yemeklerini yedirip gönderecek değildim.Kocamın yapamadığı şeyi ben yapmalıydım ve elime fırsat geçmişken kendimi bu adamlara siktirmeliydim. “Merak etme ben hallederim, sen burada kal sonra gelirsin.Onlar beni çatır çatır sikerken sende izlersin tamammı kocacığım*”dedim ve salona geçtim.İki ortak yan yana oturuyordu. Yanlarına gidip ortalarına oturdum ve ikisinin sikine aynı anda ellerimi uzatarak “Bu geceyi biraz güzelleştirsek nasıl olur?*” dedim.

İkiside çok korktu ve heyecanla Serkan “Nazan! Tamer gelir şimdi ne yapıyorsun?” dedi. Bende “Korkma sevgilim. Zaten seni bu iş için çağırmıştık eve.Ama Murat’ında gelişi tam bir sürpriz oldu. Kocamın gözü önünde sikin hadi beni” diyerek siklerini pantolonlarının üzerinden okşuyordum. Bu onları fişeklemeye yetmişti.Serkan “Bu bizim için büyük bir sürpriz oldu öyle değilmi Murat?Seni bağırta bağırta sikeceğiz şimdi Nazan”dedi.

Sabırsızlıkla Serkan’ın fermuarını açtım.Sikini elime alınca inanılmaz bir duyguya kaptırdım kendimi.Kocamdan sonra ilk kez başka bir sike hemde gerçek bir yarağa okunuyordum.Serkan’ın hayallerimdekinden çok daha büyük bir yarrağı vardı. Onlara yapacaklarımı kocamada izletmek için “Kocacığım gelebilirsin,herşey yolunda” diyerek seslendim.Aslında bu beni daha çok ateşliyordu.Kocamın gözü önünde sikişecektim ve o da beni sikmelerini sadece seyrederek otuzbir çekecekti.

Amcığım bir anda sırılsıklam olmuştu.Kocam geldiği anda Serkan “Tamer niye bunu daha önce söylemedin bana, inan karını zevkle sikerdim” dedi. Kocam da “Yok be dostum.Öncesinde yoktu bu duygular,baktım evlilik ve seks hayatımız monotonlaştı bizde buna karar verdik” diye yanıtladı. Kocam tam karşımıza oturdu.Ben hemen Serkan’ın sikini dudaklarıma götürüp kafasını emmeye,yalamaya başladım.Kocamın sikini sadece bir iki defa ağzıma almış bir defasında ağzıma boşalınca çok tiksinmiş bir daha oral seks yapmamıştım.Ama bu yarak bambaşkaydı ve içindeki bütün dölleri yalayıp,yutmak istiyordum.Ağzıma alabildiğim yere kadar sokuyor fakat yalnızca yarısına kadar alabiliyordum.Bu arada Murat ta benim yeni ağda yaptığım,kılsız amımı öyle bir emiyordu ki hemen vücudum sarsılmaya başladı.

Dilini amımın içine kadar sokuyor, amıma paralel götdeliğime iniyor,sırılsıklam olan amımdaki bütün suları yutuyordu.Kocama sürekli olarak yalattığım amcığım,yalatmaktan hiç bu kadar zevk almamıştı.Tamer’e artık alışmış ve dokunmalarından etkilenmemeye başlamıştım.Ama bu iki erkek benim bütün duygularımı yeniden coşturuyorlardı.Bu esnada zavallı kocamda avucunun içinde kaybolan sikini okşuyor şu anda sizin bu yazıları okuyarak yaptığınız gibi 31 çekiyordu.

Serkan’ı koca sikine bir kene gibi yapışmış resmen sömürüyordum.Ağzımı bir amcık gibi kullanıyor ve Serkan a siktiriyordum.Dilimle taşaklarına kadar yalayarak iniyor ve onu ağzıma boşaltmak istiyordum.Aldığım zevk dediğim gibi harikaydı ve bu zevkin etkisiyle ilk defa bir erkeğin göt deliğini yalamaya başlamıştım.Serkan inim inim inliyor “Ooooh…Harika bir karın var Tamer.

Hiçbir kadın bana bu kadar güzel oral yapmamıştı.Çok şanslısın dostum.” Diyerek bana ve kocama iltifatlar ediyordu. O muhteşem siki tekrar ateş gibi yanan dudaklarıma götürdüm.Alabildiğim kadar ağzıma soktum ve dışarda kalan kısmınada elimle 31 çekmeye başladım.Serkan’ın daha fazla kendisini tutamayacağını anladım. Yanılmamıştım,biraz sonra ağzıma öyle bir patladıki bütün menilerini kocamın gözlerinin içine bakarak iştahla yalayıp,yuttum.

Bu durum karşısında kocamda kendisini tutamayıp boşaldı.Artık kızgın amım yarak istiyordu ve bu vazifeyi ilk önce Murat yerine getirecekti.Murat bacaklarımın arasında yerini almış, amımın zevkten şişmiş dudaklarına sikinin kafasını sürtüyordu.Çıldıracak kadar zevk alıyordum ve “hadi erkeğim sik artık beni.Daha fazla dayanamıyorum sok içime.Söndür ateşimi sevgilim,kocamın sikemediği amımı çatır çatır sikin…”diyordum.Murat bu lafımın üzerine amıma öyle bir giriş yaptıki amımın yırtıldığını sandım.

Daracacık amcığıma kocaman sikini köküne kadar sokup sokup çıkartıyordu.İlk defa bir sikin içime girdiğini hissediyordum. Bacaklarımı Muratın beline dolamış, bu anın hiç bitmesini istemiyordum. Soktukçe ses getiriyor bağırta bağırta düzüyordu beni.Bu arada ben Serkan’ı ikinci kez hazırlıyordum.Yarağını ağzıma almış emiyordum. Kocamın siki tekrar kalkmış Murat’ın beni nasıl siktiğini daha net görebilmek için Murat’ın arkasına geçmişti. ( sex )

Murat beni domaltmış arkadan amıma hızlı bir tempoyla girip çıkıyordu.Onun amıma her sokuşunda amcığım genleşiyor,iç güdülerim kabarıyor ve sanki yeni sikicime aşık oluyordum.Onu içime boşaltmak, ılık sıvılarını içimde hissetmek istiyordum. Serkan’da beni saçlarımdan kavramış ağzımdan sikmeye devam ediyordu.Murat çok geçmeden patladı ve bütün sıvılarımı amımın derinliklerine fışkırttı.

Bende Serkan’ın ilk ağzıma boşaldığı andan sonra ikinci orgazmımı yaşamıştım.Kocam bana iltifatlar etmeye başlamış “harika sikişiyorsun karıcığım.Dölle kaplı amın harika görünüyor” diyordu
sonra Serkan sırt üstü yere uzandı.Yarağı çelik gibi sertleşmiş, damarları şişmiş,sikinin başı mosmor kesilmiş, zonk zonk atıyordu..Onu elimle tutarak amımın deliğine yerleştirdim.

Serkanın siki Murat’ın sikine kıyasla daha kalın,biraz daha kısaydı.Fakat her iki yarağın yanında kocamın siki kürdan gibi kalırdı.Ancak aperatif atıştırmak isteyenler kocamın sikiyle idare edebilirdi.Yarağı köküne kadar içime alıyor,kıvrak hareketlerle kalkıyor, kocama da iyi bir göz ziyafeti veriyordum. Ellerimle göt yanaklarımı iki yana açıyor ve acımasızca kendimi kocamın gözü önünde siktiriyordum işte. ( sex )

Sen misin bana fantezi anlattıran,bak işte nasıl siktiriyorum kendimi dercesine alıyordum yarağı içime.Bir yandanda “sik sevgilim.Hep bu yarağın hayaliyle yaşadım.Doyur beni yarağa”diye çığlıklar atıyordum. Serkan da gökte arayıpta bulamadığı bu daracacık amcığı hızlı bir tempoyla sikiyordu.Daha sonra Murat ın siki yeniden faaliyete geçmiş bu sefer ağzıma onu yerleştirmiştim.Deliklerim boş durmuyor devridaim yaparak Serkan ve Murat tarafından dolduruluyordu. Sikilecek tek bir deliğim kalmıştı o da göt deliğim.

Murat ın sikini arka deliğime almak için hazırlamaya başlamıştım bile.Bir yandanda ellerimle göt yanaklarımı iki yana açarak kocamı “götümü yala Tamer! Götümü yalamanı istiyorum. ” diye sert bir ses tonuyla uyardım.O da benim götümü bu yarağı alabileceğim kıvamda hazır etmeliydi.Kocam bu emre severek itaat etti.
Murat arka deliğimde yerini aldı fakat tüm zorlamalarına rağmen alışık olmayan götüm acıyor ve içine bir türlü sikini alamıyordu. Tamer hazır kıta hemen kremi alıp geldi ve güzelce götümün kenarlarına sürmeye başladı.Bir kadını sikişmesi için başka bir erkeğe kocasının hazırlamasından daha güzel bir şey olabilirmi? Sonra Murat’ın sikini kendi elleriyle kremledi ve kenara çekildi.Murat bu denemesinde başarıya ulaşmıştı. ( sex )

Kafasını deliğime soktuğu anda yarak kolayca kayarak köküne kadar girmişti.Şimdi iki yarağı aynı anda içime alıyor ve uçuyordum adeta.Motor pistonu gibi biri giriyor biri çıkıyor ve bana asla unutamayacağım zevkler tattırıyorlardı.Serkan sözünü tutmuş ve söylediği gibi beni bağırta bağırta sikiyorlardı.Ben bas bas bağırıyor zevkten ağlayacak gibi inliyordum.Sonra ortaklar yer değiştirdi ve ben Serkan’ın üzerine ters oturdum.Şimdi Serkan götten Murat ise amımdan giriyordu. Bu pozisyonda kocamı daha rahat görüyordum.

Onun da aynı bizim gibi gelmek üzere olduğunu anladım.Beni sikerlerken sanki dolu bir tekeri pompayla şişirmeye çalışıyorlarmış gibi sesler geliyordu. Amımın ve götümün kenarlarından iki sevgilimin menilerinin sızdığını hissediyordum.Tempo daha da hızlandı ve müthiş bir orgazm yaşadım. İki sevgilim amımı ve götümü dölleriyle doldurmuştu.Onları içimde hissetmek bana harika zevk veriyordu.Bu zevki bence her kadın hayatta hiç olmazsa bir defa tatmalı.

İçimden çıktıkları anda deliklerimin hava almaya başladığını hissettim.Götüme kocaman bir delik açılmıştı.hemen kocamı yanıma çağırdım ve “hadi yala dölleri kocacığım” diye istekte bulundum. Yine tek bir damlasını ziyan etmeden amımda ve götümde ne varsa hepsini yalattım kocama. Vakit geç olmuştu ve artık gitme saati gelmişti.Sevgililerimi kapıda uğurladım ve ikisininde dudağına teşekkür ederek kocaman bir öpücük kondurdum

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