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I have changed the name ‘Katie’ in the previous stories to ‘Toni’ in this one as she would prefer to be identified by her real name.

Salford was not quite as bright and sunny as Egypt, but it was only the second week of June, so it did its best. We arrived back on Friday night and after a very long sleep spent Saturday morning unpacking. The holiday had been booked almost a year previously and was for the four of us as at that time that was all there were. By the time we went both my mom and Sarah had boyfriends and Toni and I were also seeing someone. My current boyfriend, Olly, was a nice enough guy but not someone that I saw as the love of my life. We’d had sex a few times and it was OK, but obviously that was before I had the past week to compare it to! Mom’s boyfriend was Steve. A nice guy, tall and slim, short beard, keen cyclist, quite dishy really. He had progressed in the past few months from staying over occasionally to staying probably four night most weeks.

He came over on Saturday and was obviously going to stay over that night, no doubt anticipating a horny girlfriend demanding sex all night as she had gone without for a week. I’m sure he was disappointed when — from what I could hear through the wall — he got a quick shag and then she fell asleep! I’m sure Olly was disappointed too. I went around to see him, and he’d managed to arrange to have the house to himself. After some chat about the holiday he started asking to see my tan…then my tan lines…He soon had me naked and was admiring my body as he stroked his cock. He even had a joke ready.

“Why is a suntanned girl like a roast chicken? Because the white bits are the best!”

After he had spent quite some time mauling my tits and sucking my nipples (he was a bit obsessed by my 34D’s) I spread my legs and he tried to mount me, but I pushed him down, forcing him to lick my sticky pussy. I held his head in place as I bucked my clit against his lips and tongue until I’d cum twice then relented and let him slide his cock into me. He came quite quickly, his performance in stark contrast to the amazing sex I’d had with Jens and the Egyptian guys. He wanted more after that, but I was satisfied so left. To be honest, you can be quite cruel with boys. As long as they think there is a chance of more sex in the future you can treat them as you like.

I saw Toni at college on Monday and we had a giggling conversation about boyfriends, she had let hers — George — fuck her on Sunday too but as she said, it wasn’t as good as the real thing! The weekend quickly came around and as usual Toni and I planned to go to out together to do some shopping. We were about to leave college and were discussing where to meet etc when she casually asked if I wanted to stay over. She didn’t look at me when she asked, she was looking away as if she was embarrassed. We both knew what she was really asking. What we had done together on holiday had been wonderful and she obviously wanted it to continue. Did I want to carry on? I looked around and saw that no one was watching before pulling her towards me and kissing her on the lips.

“Yes please Toni.” I said, “I’d love to stay over.”

She blushed and smiled before returning my kiss, her tongue sliding between my lips and her hand on my waist pulled me closer. I responded in kind and could feel the blood rushing to my head as I thought of what was to come. The gentle kiss had turned into a passionate snog and we were only stopped by the discrete clearing of a throat. We broke apart to find Ms Smith, one of the lecturers, looking at us.

“Time to go home girls.” She said. “Or at least go somewhere a little more private.”

There was a look of amusement on her face and I saw her licking her lips as we hurried past. In that instant I knew that what she really wanted was to go somewhere private with us…

I was still thinking about the way she looked at us when I saw Olly later and I didn’t try to stop him getting my tits out and knickers off in his parent’s front room as they watched TV next door. They always knocked before coming in as they probably didn’t want the embarrassment of finding us in a compromising position. I took my bra off and put my blouse back on, my little lace knickers soon joining it in my handbag. With my skirt around my waist Olly was happy to suck my tits as he fingered my pussy and I had a lovely orgasm thinking about me, Toni and Ms Smith in bed together. Olly’s fingers were not as magical as Toni’s but with my hand over his to guide him he was learning what I wanted, how I liked to be touched. Once I was satisfied, he was happy to have a quick hand job as his lips were locked on my left nipple, a handily placed tissue mopping up the torrent of spunk he unleashed.

We had just finished when there was a knock on the door. We quickly pulled our clothes together before his dad come in to offer us a cup of tea. His eyes didn’t miss anything, they slowly moved the full length of my body, no doubt noting how high my skirt was on my thighs. There was a grin as he looked at my tits and I Rize Escort followed his eyes down. In my haste the buttons were in the wrong holes and my nipples were poking through the thin material of my blouse. Worse, Olly’s sucking had left them quite wet and there was now a wet patch on my blouse around each big nipple. I should have been embarrassed but instead his staring was exciting me so I pulled my shoulders back and made my tits and their hard nipples stick out as much as I could. He kept the conversation going as long as possible, offering biscuits and checking how much sugar Olly wanted, his eyes never once leaving my chest. When I looked away, I caught sight of my handbag. I hadn’t closed it and my bra and knickers were clearly visible, confirmation, if it was needed, that I was naked under the blouse and skirt and of what his son and I had been doing. The way he looked at me there was no doubt that he wanted the same, and probably more, as his son. The thought made me tremble with excitement.

Later that night, alone and still horny, I thought of the look of lust in his eyes and remembered the way the guys on holiday had looked at me and how fantastic the sex had been with older, more experienced men. I’d masturbated every night since we got back and tonight was no different, my fingers were soon busy between my splayed thighs as I imagined myself at the centre of an orgy with the Egyptian guys, Toni, Ms Smith, Olly’s dad, mum’s boyfriend…and it wasn’t just the sex that I was excited by, it was the thought of being watched. Toni had watched Ahmed fucking me and the four guys had watched each other as they fucked us and I liked it, I had found it exciting and I knew for me that sex would never be ‘private’ and behind closed doors. As my fingers worked overtime in my wet pussy, I thought of answering ‘Porn Star’ when I was next asked what I wanted to be when I left college!

Saturday was warm and sunny, and I met Toni in town in the afternoon. We drifted around, in and out of the shops, had a coffee and eventually got to her house around five. He mum was going out with her boyfriend and had bought us some pizza and a bottle of wine. We said we were going to watch a film, just like we had done a hundred time before. Her mum left around seven by which time we had eaten half our pizza and were half-way down the wine. Once the door was closed, we sat looking at each other, both of us listening for the sound of the taxi pulling away. Once the sound faded into the distance, we both stood up and, without a word being spoken, made our way to Toni’s bedroom.

It felt really sexy to be standing there in the evening sun with my best friend kissing me deeply, her hands gently touching me, stroking along my back and pulling me closer to her. We were slowly undressing each other, there was no rush and it just felt so sensual, like this was a gradual build up and the longer it took the more intense the inevitable orgasm would be. We were both down to our bra and panties when I looked out of the window, just in time to see a man almost walk into a lamp post as he stared up at us! I started to laugh (hard with someone else’s tongue in your mouth) and Toni looked too before pulling us both down onto the bed where we lay giggling as we stripped the rest of our clothes off.

I shivered in anticipation as her fingers lightly trailed down my belly, through my pubic hair and into the wet heat of my pussy. She had the lightest of touches but even the feathery stroking soon had me spreading my legs wide, hips bucking up to meet her finger as my lips parted and she grazed my clit with her fingernail. She sucked a fat nipple into her mouth, my back arching up to meet her as she teased my clit, bringing me almost to a climax before slowing and building again…and again…and again. I was close to using my own fingers when she relented and allowed me to cum, the animal noises I made being something I had never done before, but then it was an orgasm like no other.

When I recovered, she straddled me, her knees either side of my head and she spread the lips of her pussy wide for me to feast on her hard clit and the river of juice that ran from her. She rocked her hips back and forth as she ground herself against my mouth. She didn’t waste any time; she just worked her body against mine as I did my best to give her the same orgasm she had given me. Soon she too was gasping and groaning before with a final shriek she too came. After we had got our breath back and enjoyed some more sexy snogging, she got up and left the room. I assumed that she had gone to the toilet but when she came back in, she said.

“Look what I found in mums bedside draw.”

Waving her arm at me I could see that she was clutching a large black plastic cock! It actually wasn’t that big, probably only six inches but the colour made it seem bigger somehow. She knelt on the bed and twisted the end and it came to life, buzzing, twitching and throbbing. My stomach began to have butterflies and my pussy was twitching in anticipation. I had read about Rize Escort Bayan vibrators and seen pictures but now, so it seemed, I was about to feel one for the first time.

First, Toni unscrewed the end and carefully put the batteries on her bedside table. Then she took some of the same ones from her bedside draw and replaced them, explaining that she didn’t want to run her mom’s down as she would then know that she was using it. She made me spread my legs almost obscenely wide before she turned it onto its lowest setting and started to run it around my pussy. The vibrations felt strange at first but soon they began to get to me, and I could feel the throbbing making me wetter and wetter. She turned it up higher and concentrated on my clit as I grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples and biting my lip as the inevitable orgasm came ever closer. Another twist on the dial and the buzzing and vibrating went into overdrive and I went into outer space!

She turned the dial down as I came down to earth and it was off when she started to push it against my tight hole. It quickly slipped inside, and the smooth plastic began to fill me. It wasn’t as big as Ahmed, but it was a nice size and I enjoyed the thrusting as she pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. When she thought I’d taken enough she pulled it almost all the way out before turning it back to its lowest setting and began to push it firmly back and forth as I gasped at the amazing sensations that were running up and down my pussy, god it was fantastic! I enjoyed a minor orgasm before she turned it up high and started to thrash it in and out at the kind of pace you would get from a real fucking…except there was no premature ejaculation, no bruises from bony hips, no bad breath in your face…just the lust filled eyes of my best friend staring at me and an orgasm that threatened to go on forever. I don’t know how long she fucked me with that plastic toy or how many times I came but by the time she stopped (she said her wrist was aching!) my hair was plastered to my head with sweat and there was a wet puddle under my bottom from where my juices had flowed out.

After she pulled the toy out of me, I lay there twitching, it was almost as if I could feel it still inside me. I have heard it said that if you have a limb cut off you can still feel pain in it, like it’s still there. The way my pussy was throbbing and twitching it was as if Toni was still using the magic toy inside me. Eventually I recovered enough to come to my senses, and we swapped places and Toni was soon lying on the bed, legs spread wide as I prepared to give her the same pleasure I had received. She was different though. I liked that she had teased my clit with the toy, gently running it around my sensitive flesh. Toni didn’t want that. Her hand reached down and pushed my hand and the toy firmly between the lips of her pussy and against the entrance to her willing passage.

“Turn it all the way up and do it hard. Push it all the way in and do it hard and fast. Fuck me like those men on holiday fucked me.”

So that is exactly what I did. I turned it all the way up and in one long movement pushed it as far inside her as it would go. Her hips pushed towards me as it slid in, her thighs quivering as I filled her until I could force no more inside her. Then I pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. Her first orgasm exploded after about the 10th time I forced the pulsing toy inside her and for the next 10 mins I did as she asked, did as she gasped and begged, I fucked her harder and harder until with a pitiful whimper the batteries ran out just as she was coming again, he fingers frantically rubbing her clit as she thrashed through a titanic climax.

I got on the bed with her after I had pulled the toy free and was lay together, kissing and touching as we both calmed down. It was now almost nine ‘o’clock so Toni washed the toy, replaced her mom’s batteries and put it back where she found it. We changed into our pyjamas, went downstairs and finished the wine and pizza before falling asleep on the sofa which was where her mom and her boyfriend found us a few hours later. They were laughing, they thought the wine had put us to sleep. If only they knew!

That became a regular thing for the next few weeks, I’d go and stay with Toni every Saturday night and we would have hours of amazing sex. We were still seeing our boyfriends during the week, still being fucked and in my case teasing Olly’s dad, but it was the time together that was special. Emotionally we hadn’t changed. I wasn’t in love with her, we had just found something that we could do together that we could not do apart or with any of the boys. I guess it was that confidence and that desire that resulted in my mother, Carol, finding out about us, about our secret.

We were sent home from college as there was a problem with the water. We were given work to do and, as it was closer, we went back to my house to study together. We did some studying, but it was hot in my room and I took off my uniform and just Escort Rize put some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt on. Toni had nothing to change into so stripped to her bra and panties and…well, the temptation was too much. We were locked in a passionate ’69’ heads between each- other’s legs (which must have reduced our ability to hear) when mum, having come home earlier than I expected and hearing noises upstairs, opened the door. Toni was on her back and I had two fingers in her pussy as I licked her clit. She was gasping and close to cumming as the door opened and my mother watched as despite the shock Toni’s orgasm could not be halted. She must have stood there opened mouthed as she watched the girl she had known since she was a toddler shake through an orgasm administered by her daughter.

I realised that something was up and looked around into the disbelieving eyes before the door was quickly closed, leaving us to our embarrassment.

We got dressed, hardly speaking. I didn’t really know what to say to Toni, never mind what I was going to say to my mum. What must she have thought? I need not have worried. As Toni slipped out of the door mum put her arms around me and said.

“I’m sorry. We will see about getting a lock for your door. What you do in your room is your business, you are old enough to have privacy in your own home.”

With that she just kissed the top of my head and turned and put the kettle on as breathed many sighs of relief!

Over a cup of tea, I haltingly explained that I wasn’t gay, it was just something that happened on the spur of the moment on holiday and we had carried on. I still fancied boys but could not deny that sex with Toni was amazing and that I thought we would carry on doing it as long as we both wanted to. I wasn’t going off looking for other girls, it was just something between me and Toni. I did say that Toni had taken the lead so maybe she was ‘a bit more that way than I am’ which certainly made mum’s eyebrows lift a little. In an attempt to turn the spotlight, I asked her if she had ever had sex with another girl/woman. She shook her head.

“No, but I have certainly thought about it plenty of times. When I was your age and younger and my friends were holding me or being affectionate, I wondered about the next step. At times since my divorce I have thought women seem so much easier to get on with than men, it might be nice to have sex with someone that did not then want to move in/marry you/take control. Never did anything about it though.”

Then, as I sat there open mouthed, she laughed and said

“Maybe I should have done, I must admit that you two looked very sexy locked together like that today, you certainly looked and sounded like you were having a good time!”

Then she got up and started looking in the fridge, asking what I wanted for tea like nothing had happened.

Mum was as good as her word and a couple of days later her boyfriend, Steve, fitted a bolt to the inside of my bedroom door. He didn’t say anything, just smiled as if he knew why he was doing it. I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t, there was something about the situation that excited me, and I returned his smile. Had mum told him what she had seen us doing? Had he guessed? I hardly ever brought Olly home; I usually went to his place, so he would not have thought that Olly was the reason. Truth to tell I was getting a bit bored with him. Although he was a nice enough guy, he certainly wasn’t in the same league as the guys I had encountered on holiday when it came to sex and once I’d had sex like that, stomach churning, toe curling sex, I wanted more and Olly certainly wasn’t going to provide it.

However, as I said I did like him so just like every Wednesday after college I was in his front room, undies off, blouse open and skirt around my waist as he sucked my nipples and fingered me to an orgasm when his mom knocked the door and, after waiting until we were decent, came in. She said that it was raining cats and dogs outside, and did I want a lift home as Olly’s dad was going to start his night shift soon and would take me. Having had the orgasm I wanted from Olly I readily agreed, despite the looks he gave me, the poor lamb would have to settle for a wank once I’d gone! His dad had taken me home a few times before in his nice big estate car and that looked like a better option than my pathetic umbrella given how heavy the rain was.

There wasn’t really an opportunity for me to get dressed so I was soon sitting in the front seat of his car in just my skirt, blouse and college blazer. The walk to the car had been enough to get my blouse wet and I was looking a bit like I’d entered a ‘miss wet t-shirt’ contest. The way my nipples reacted to the cold air I think I would have won! This did not go unnoticed by his dad and he made a fuss of making sure my seat belt was fastened and the mirrors were properly adjusted as he stared at my boobs. As usual it turned me on, so I pulled my shoulders back and let him look. There was something about the way he was looking at me that was a bit different this time though, like he knew what I was thinking. We started off towards my house but after a while pulled into a side street and then down an alleyway. We stopped and he turned off the engine. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was first.

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A short erotic encounter. It contains, at the end, detailed description of ANAL sex so if that is not your ‘cup of tea’ then please do not read this story.

The title is a reference to a song by Lorrie Morgan with the same title.

*

It was about 7. I was sitting in a corner of my usual wine bar nursing my second glass of Cabernet, feeling pretty sorry for myself as my decree absolute had arrived together with the news that my wife had custody of my daughters.

I was ‘people watching’. It’s a diverting pastime. I noticed a young woman come in. I didn’t take much notice until she sat at the bar and I saw her reflection. She had a fringe (or, as they say in the US, bangs) of quite bright red hair. A couple of unnoticed, appreciative glances then I just cradled my drink until I noticed two guys go up to the bar and sit either side of her. The situation intrigued me so, although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I watched carefully. It was clear they were trying a pick-up but also that she wasn’t interested by several shakes of her head. They edged closer and almost seemed to be whispering. She was obviously becoming distressed.

OK, time for the Knight. I walked over and met her eyes in the mirror and winked. “Sorry I’m late Sharon. Look, the tables booked. Just leave the drink.”

“OK Tom,” she said, taking my arm, “where are we eating?”

“The little Italian,” I replied as we left.

Outside she said, “Oh God, thanks for that. They were really coming on.”

“My pleasure.”

“But Sharon?”

“Tom?”

She laughed. “OK. I’m Joyce.”

I nodded. “Mike. Hi!”

“Hi. Did you actually have a table booked?”

“No. I had my shining armour on and just came up with it. Look,” I continued, “if you’re not meeting somebody we could do dinner.”

“Mmm,” she said, “this is the most detailed pick-up line ever,” Then she smiled as she saw my face. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist it. That would be nice. Might cheer me up!”

We did end up in the little Italian and over the meal were well into our second bottle of Pinot Grigio. Conversation hadn’t gone that well until the death of the first bottle.

“I’m sorry Mike. I’m not very good company.”

I smiled sadly, “I’m probably not helping. Trouble?”

“Yep, big trouble!”

“I know we’ve only just met but they do say a trouble shared is a trouble halved.” She smiled cheekily. Hell, she was beautiful. I was caught off guard then and she must have noticed how she had affected me.

“I tell you what. You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine!” That was also followed by a lovely innocent smile and a fluttering of her eyebrows that clearly indicated the almost double entendre.

I love a fringe and, for just a moment my eyes lingered there. Her hair was almost orange and seemed to frame her face.

“Hello! Anyone home?”

I laughed nervously. “Sorry. Distracted. Mines easy,” I said. “Got my decree absolute today.”

“Makes you single. Gotta be good.”

I sighed. “Not at the cost of my kids!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Wanna unload?”

Why not, I thought. I hadn’t really expressed my feelings to anyone. I smiled sadly, “Only if you promise to tell me yours.” She laughed and nodded. You know, every time she smiled she cheered me up.

“She’s younger than me,” I began, “and she had an affair with one of my pals who now works in the US. Finally decided to kick me into touch and get a divorce.” I took a deep breath mainly to control my anger. “She completely bushwhacked me and managed to get custody of the girls. So she left for the States last week without telling me,”

“Cow! You didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to your kids?” I shook my head, too emotional to answer. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have pushed.” She gave me an apologetic smile.

I smiled sadly in return and met her eyes; a beautiful light blue. “It’s OK. It’s nice to actually have someone to talk to. OK, I’m bucked up, it’s your turn.”

“Mine’s boyfriend trouble. We’ve been having an on and off fight for a couple of weeks and it boiled over. He came to my work and made a terrible scene and, as a result, I got fired.”

“That’s not good. Where is he now.”

“I don’t know. Probably back at the flat. Look, I’d better get back and try to sort things out. It’s really been nice. Thank you for stepping in and for dinner. I can pay my share of the bill.”

I laughed. “Wouldn’t have very shiny armour if I made the distressed damsel pay for her dinner!”

She laughed. I found I liked it very much when she laughed. “Errm, look I know you’ve got a boyfriend but, on the off chance that . . . well you know, here’s my card.”

She took the card, glanced at it, and tucked it in her bag. “I’ll just call an Uber.” She did and soon disappeared. I called one too. I had mixed feelings in the car. I did feel a bit happier having got some of my frustration off my chest but that was balanced by the realization that I would never see Joyce again. Ships that pass in the night, I thought, with a soft smile of memory.

My trip only took a few minutes and I had Rize Escort settled into the sofa with more wine – I had decided that, all things being equal, drunk would be good! First sip and my phone rang. I thought for a moment. Who could that be at almost 10. Answer it!

“Hello! Is that Mike.” A distressed female voice. It clicked.

“Joyce?”

“Yes. I’m sorry for calling but there was no one else. He knows all my friends. I’m scared.”

“What happened?”

“He’s wrecked the apartment, cut up all my clothes and set them on fire! The Fire Brigade had to come and the landlord threw me out! I’ve got no money. He cleaned out the bank account too! Please, can You help?”

Well! The same damsel in distress. “Give me your address and I’ll get an Uber to bring you here – if that is OK.”

“Yes, oh yes. Thank you.” She gave me the address and I arranged the pick-up. Joyce arrived about 20 minutes later. I watched for her arrival and nipped out to tip the driver and guide her in. It must have looked a little like I had called an escort!

I sat her in the lounge and poured a glass of wine. “I’m so scared Mike. He’s got violent. I had nowhere to go. He would find me if I went to any of my friends and I haven’t got a penny! I thought of you and the bar and dinner.” She started to cry. What to do. Hug? No, I took her hand.

“It’s OK Joyce. You can stay here. I’ve got two other bedrooms.” I gave her a box of paper hankies. “Would you feel better after a shower and a change of clothes?” She nodded. “OK, I’ll show you the bedroom.”

I led her upstairs to the second bedroom. “You can have this one. The bathroom is through there. We do have a problem though. I don’t have any women’s clothes.”

She gave a sad smile. “Not a transvestite then!”

“No. There are shirts, lounge pants or shorts and men’s underwear in the wardrobe if you want to change.”

“Oh thanks. Thanks so much.”

“No problem. I’ll be downstairs if you want to talk or you can go straight to bed. It’s made up.”

Back downstairs I continued to cradle my wine and wondered if she would come down. I don’t know why but distressed as she was she looked even lovelier. I supposed it was just the fact that she was in trouble and needed help. For a few moments I described her to myself.

Joyce would be in her mid twenties I thought, though nowadays a woman’s age is difficult to assess. About 5’9″ – quite tall! Slim. Breasts small. Nice shape. I noticed a woman’s arse first and hers was proud below slightly wide hips. Her hair was a gingery orange red and was cropped to nect length framing her face. It was the fringe that did me above those devastating blue eyes. Ever since I found Betty Page pin-ups I’d been in love with bangs! She has a small nose and a lovely smile.

As I thought this she came into the lounge hesitantly. She was a picture of strange loveliness.

“I found these! No bra though.” I could see that through the thin material of one of my shirts. She smiled, “Not that I need one!” Added to the shirt was a pair of lounge shorts that showed a lot of very nice leg. “Can I finish the wine?”

I was taking deep breaths as my Male was at full throttle. What is it when a woman puts on a man’s shirt? I passed her the glass and she sat in one of the armchairs crossing her legs with little concern about the amount of thigh she exposed.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I said hoping to distract myself.

“Well, it was like I said on the phone. Every single bit of my clothing was ruined. He smashed some furniture then set the remains of my clothes on fire in the middle of the bedroom. It set the sprinklers off. They put out the fire but the Brigade came for the alarm. My landlord was pissed and told me to leave. Then when I tried to get some cash there was no money in the fucking account. Sorry. He’s really screwed me! I have no money, nowhere to live, and I got fired!”

“Not too good!” I said with a smile.

“No, not too good,” then she giggled. “Whoda thought that I’d be sitting in your lounge, in your clothes, drinking your wine at midnight.”

“I must admit it did cross my mind in the Uber!” She looked then laughed. Then she became serious. “It’s difficult. You don’t really know me but, oh fuck, I don’t have anywhere to go. Can I stay here for a couple of days?”

“Of course. I can have my sister bring over some clothes in the morning. You’re about the same size.” She stood then about 4 feet away from me. She looked good enough to eat!

A strange expression came over her face as her blue eyes met mine. “I . . . I can’t . . . well I can’t. . . . I don’t have anything, any way to repay you . . . but . . . well,” she trailed off. For just a moment I really did want to collect but it would have been wrong. I stood, put my hand on her shoulder, and lightly kissed her cheek. “I haven’t done nearly enough to deserve that,” I said with a sad smile, “and anyway, I wouldn’t want that just as a reward.” She stood still for a moment then she reached up and returned the kiss on my lips.

“I Rize Escort Bayan like you!” She turned and walked away. My eyes followed the sway of her hips under the shirt. Wow!

I got up early – I usually did, and started some bacon and eggs. I always ate a large breakfast because most days I worked through lunch!

Joyce came into the room in one of the Japanese silk dressing gowns my ex had left – she never liked them. “This is so nice Mike. It sort of strokes your skin.” Yes it does, I thought, and I love the touch – and she is probably naked under it!

“I bought them but my ex never liked them.”

“I think it’s fabulous. Is that breakfast?” She walked close and the gown wasn’t tight.

“Yes. It’s ready!”

“I’m sorry,” she said contritely but with a cheeky smile. Wow, she was lovely. No makeup, natural bangs. Deep breath. I shouldn’t be pushy.

“It’s fine. Let’s sit and eat.” We did and she chatted most of the time. Despite her quite desperate situation she didn’t seem discouraged. She also didn’t seem aware of how loose the gown was!

Her situation caught up with her as she finished eating.

“I’m sorry to be a nuisance.” She wore an apologetic look.

“You are not.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Well you can stay here.” She met my eyes and the gown showed most of her breasts.

“I can’t pay you but . . . Upstairs?” The look was mixed. Apologetic and sensuous at the same time. Another clear offer.

“Yes. Upstairs.” You are going to say, idiot! Take the payment — but she wasn’t an escort; a call girl. She was a girl in trouble.

“I thought so.” She smiled almost knowingly. “I had better put on some clothes.” She left. Idiot, I said again to myself! Take her to bed. No, that would be wrong. She would be doing it for the wrong reasons.

Gracie arrived a few minutes later with a suitcase.

“OK, Tell all big brother,”

I smiled. “Not much to tell really. I met this girl. She’s in trouble. I gave her a place to stay.”

“And?”

“No. No funny business.”

“OK. Where is she?”

“Upstairs. Second bedroom.” She turned and left.

She poked her head round the door some 10 minutes later. “I like her. She’s cute.” She came close and hugged me. “Be careful Mike. You’re. . . well . . vulnerable!” Despite being 3 years younger Gracie had always mothered me and she had been a great support over the past few months.

“I’m OK Gracie. Really. Heck I like her too but . . . we’ll see how things go.”

She kissed me and left. I must admit that the fact Gracie had liked Joyce had made me feel good. Gracie had never really liked my ex.

Joyce arrived back down a while later. “Look,” she said twirling, “clothes!”

She was wearing jeans and a tea shirt and it was obvious that Gracie was at least half a size smaller than her and didn’t have a bra that fit.

“It’s a bit tight. Your sis is tiny! Lucky I’ve no tits but not so with a fat ass!”

“Pardon?”

“Sorry. That’s what my ex boyfriend used to say! What do you think?”

“Is that a ‘does this make arse look fat’ type of question?”

She giggled! Oh my! “No. Truth. He was wrong.”

She laughed. “I really like you!” Then she was almost tearful. “What am I going to do? No job. No money. Nowhere to live.” She looked so plaintive, desperate. This sudden change of mood was something that was beginning to fascinate me.

“I can help.”

“You’ve done so much already.”

“I just gave you somewhere safe to stay. Look, I think I told you I was a software engineer.” She nodded. “Well, I work from home. I have an office. My ex was also my secretary part of the time so now I don’t have one. A secretary that is. You worked in HR so I imagine you could do that.”

“I was a secretary for my first boyfriend.”

“So you could work for me. I could pay you . . “

“But you didn’t pay your ex?”

“No but I can easily afford to pay you.”

“How much?” she asked with a cheeky smile then, “Kidding. I’d do it for nothing.” Her eyes met mine and again I sensed an offer.

“No, it would not be right. We’ll work out how much and you can stay here and, if it’s OK be a housewife.” She tilted her head and smiled her sexy suggestive smile which seemed to make her eyes sparkle. “You know, cook etc.” I added hurriedly.

“I think I’d like that. Where is the office.” I walked to the kitchen window and she followed.

“Down there. It was a ‘granny’ flat but I converted it into a three room office.”

“Not far to go to work! If I’m going to work for you can I have an advance? I really need to buy some clothes that fit!”

“Use this,” I said, giving her one of my credit cards.

“How much?”

“As much as you need.”

“Wow!” she said with that smile. “I’m gonna have to work real hard to pay this off!” She turned and left. I knew she was either testing me or teasing me. I think she liked the fact that I didn’t want payment from her body. No that’s wrong. I did ‘want’ but I chose to do nothing about it. There was no doubt in my mind Escort Rize that Joyce was a very sexy lady! I left for the office and continued work on my current project.

Joyce came in sometime later. She was wearing jeans that fitted her much better, a light top (with a bra) and sneakers. Her fringe was in evidence! “Did you have any lunch?”

“Is it lunch time?”

“No. It’s 3 oclock.”

“Then no.”

“Well you should! I brought you coffee and doughnuts.”

“Great. I’ve just got to . . .”

“The coffee is hot and the doughnuts are fresh. Eat them.”

“Yes ma’am!” I threw a mock salute. She poked out her tongue. WOW! Sexy. She sat at the desk in the other room.

“What’s all this paper?”

“This and that.”

“You don’t know do you?”

“Actually, no.”

“Thought so. Shall I start work now.”

“Err. That would probably be good. Thanks.”

“Eat your doughnuts.” I did and drank the coffee. I buried my mind back in the computer when I felt her hand on my shoulder. “Are you always like this when you work?”

“Like what?”

“Dead to the world. I’ve been talking to you.”

“Sorry. I get involved.”

“I noticed. You have been going solid for over 3 hours. Anyway, did you know you have an appointment tomorrow at 10?”

“Fuck! Oh sorry. Where?” She told me. “I’m going to have to work to get everything done.” I turned back to the computers.

“I’ll bring you some dinner then.” I didn’t hear her leave.

I smelled food sometime later and she was there with a tray.

“Dinner and I’m going to sit here until you finish it!” She did! It was pretty good too.

~~~

This set the pattern for our life together for the next few weeks. She basically looked after me. I actually made meetings on time and prepared. I felt better because she didn’t let me work stupid hours and she fed me. She also interfered with my sleep, unintentionally of course.

Now Joyce would have said that she had no tits and a fat arse. Although you might think that, she did have tits, albeit small. What she did have were large nipples and, as she seldom wore a bra, they were pretty obvious. Did she do it on purpose? I didn’t know at the time. As to her arse. Well I am something of a connoisseur when it comes to the female arse. Anal is my favourite kind of sex – it was how my ex hooked me!

Joyce did have a biggish arse that may have looked a little out of proportion but it was perfectly shaped and certainly had no excess fat. She wore clothes that accentuated her arse after the first couple of weeks and I spent much time thinking about it. Strangely I didn’t try anything nor did I masturbate so my libido tended to be high.

I had been going to sell the house, it had depressing memories but Joyce created new ones. She was always happy and displayed her thanks for my help in loads of little ways.

When she found out it was my birthday, 43, in a few days time she set about making plans for the day. Gracie, her husband John and their two kids came over in the afternoon and Joyce set up a sort of quiet party. She got me a beach shirt that made everyone laugh.

Gracie and the family left about 7 and Joy and me just sat and talked about everything.

“I think I’ll go to bed,” she said around 9. “It’s been a busy day. Why don’t you turn in too?”

I looked at her standing there and for the umpteenth time regretting not accepting her ‘payment’. I took a deep breath and was glad I didn’t. “Good idea,” I said laughing, “I aged a year today.” She laughed and left.

I sat in the lounge for a while just thinking. I was lucky, I thought. Joyce had brushed away all the bad memories about this house left by the divorce. She was always bright and cheerful. I smiled to myself and decided to go to bed. I didn’t, and I hadn’t, watched any porn, and just stripped off and laid on the bed. I always sleep naked! I must have dozed off because I was startled by a knock on the door. Without thinking, I walked over and opened it, luckily not too wide!

“Hi.” It was Joyce. I closed the door a little realizing that I was naked.

“Errm,” I managed.

“Hello! It’s me, Joyce. Remember?” She was laughing.

“Sorry, I was half asleep. Is something wrong?” I had let go of the door and now she pushed it open. I was still somewhat startled as she looked me up and down.

“Mmm,” she said, “nice. No. Well yes I suppose. I forgot one of your birthday presents.”

I smiled, “You didn’t need to come down specially.”

“I did!” She opened her dressing gown. She was wearing a white lingerie set with suspenders, white stockings, and red shoes. The gown fell to the floor and she stepped forward, her arms unfolding me. Call me dense but I didn’t get it right away. “Oh God Mike, wake the fuck up!” I did.

“You?”

“Yes me. No dope, I expect to get fucked so you had better buck up!” Then she giggled, “mmmm, I feel that you have.” I could feel it too! I put my arms around her and pulled her close. My mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and danced with mine. Stepping back from the kiss I looked at her.

“You are bloody gorgeous. Why?”

“Because I want you so fucking much and it’s still your birthday! You daft sod! I’ve wanted you since you turned me down!” Would any man ever understand women?

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“Oh wow I am exhausted. That was a hard workout!” Jessica said as she guzzled down some water.

“Yeah it was. That last mile was a bitch up the hill back home. You want first shower?” I asked.

“Always the gentlemen aren’t you Max?”

“Always babe.”

“Ok I’ll hope right in.” Jessica started to walk towards the bedroom still a bit winded from the run. Max couldn’t help but stare at the ass his girlfriend had as it sashayed all the way to the bedroom, his eyes never leaving its luscious form. Jessica smiled to herself as she could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked. She added a slight bit more sway in her hips as she walked. She loved to tease him whenever she could. She knew he found her irresistible.

“God damn I am a lucky guy!” Max thought to himself.

Jessica went to her closet and started to peel away her clothes from her body and dropped them in the hamper. She headed to the shower as she hummed to herself a little happy tune. She turned it on and set it to a nice hot temperature and got in.

Max thought about the sexy sight it must be to see his naked girlfriend in the shower as the water ran over her sexy body. Just the thought was arousing him already. He groaned to himself. He wanted her. Badly. He grinned to himself. What was he waiting for?

Jessica was standing in the shower as the hot water ran down her head as she heard footsteps in the bathroom coming towards her. She looked up and saw a completely naked boyfriend standing before her.

“What Rize Escort happened to me having the first shower?” she smirked as she saw the rampant hard on no doubt caused by her.

He grinned back, “I am no longer feeling like a gentleman.” He stepped into the shower and pressed himself against her naked body. He leaned over Jessica and dipped his head in the hot water spray and tilted her chin up to kiss her. She sighed into his kiss loving the way his hands started to roam over her body craving his touch. He cupped her breasts loving how they felt in his hands. God, how she loved that his hands completely covered them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers eliciting pain and pleasure and loving how she moaned for him. He moved one hand slowly down and slid two fingers deep into Jessica’s very wet pussy. She shivered in surprise and pleasure.

“You know the affect your teasing does to me!”

“I do?”

“Don’t play coy with me I know you know what you can do to me with just a look let alone the sight of your ass moving back and forth.”

She grinned but said nothing. He replied in kind by shoving his two fingers deeper and faster into her loving the sounds she made as he did. He kept at it and her passion kept rising higher and higher until he placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed hard and she came explosively on his hand and fell back against him. He kept her standing with ease and watched as she came down from her orgasm.

He was not interested in giving Rize Escort Bayan her a break though and proceeded to get to his knees for what he desired. His tongue began to lick gently outside for the remnants of her cum on her thighs. He craved the taste and wanted more of it. So he went for the source. He split her pussy lips with his tongue driving it inside as his hands held her waist against his mouth. His nose brushing against her clit as he licked deep inside of her. He started to suck on her clit lightly biting it and flicking it with his tongue. Jessica started moaning loudly as she was nearing another climax fast.

She locked eyes with him and the desire and hunger she saw in them made her shiver with arousal. He stopped for just a moment and said “CUM FOR ME”. It wasn’t a request it was a command.

She came the moment his tongue went back to her clit screaming out “OH GOD MAX I’M CUMMING!!” Max eagerly drank every drop he could get. She tasted so good. But he wanted something else now. He turned off the shower and helped Jessica stand on her shaky feet and lead her to the bed. He laid her down on the bed and got on top of her as she stared at him hungrily knowing what was coming next.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and began to kiss from her neck to her back stopping to bite right between her shoulder blades. He knew she loved that spot. He kept making his way down to her ass as his tongue neared it she moaned in anticipation. He hungrily dove Escort Rize in and licked her asshole and stuck his tongue inside as much as it could go. Letting her feel the sensations his tongue can draw from her. After a few minutes of paying tribute to the amazing ass before him he pulled her to her hands and knees and lined up his cock with her dripping wet pussy and in one hard motion sank his cock completely into her. She screamed out in ecstasy and the sensation of being filled.

He started to fuck her hard immediately. This was going to be a hard fuck and they both wanted it that way. His hands went around her waist and he began to pump in and out of her all the way in and all the way out. He fucked her hard and she was dripping all over his cock as her pussy squeezed at him as she threw her hips backwards trying to meet him thrust for thrust. He pulled her hair back with one hand and she groaned loving it. He fucked her even harder now. He had lost all sense of thought and was fucking on instinct.

He wanted to fuck her till she came all over his cock. He took his other hand and began to slap her ass hard several times making her scream out in pain and pleasure. Her pussy was squeezing him harder and harder wanting his cum. But he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted hers first.

He knew what he could do to get it. He pulled out of her pussy and moved his cock higher and shoved every inch up her ass. The pain and surprise startled her but the pleasure did as well and immediately she came with him screaming out “FUUUUUUK IM CUMMING!” He yelled out as he did as well burying himself deep into her ass as he came deep inside of her as her ass clamped down on him.

They both lay there breathing hard as they stayed together and fell to sleep soon after.

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Nas was a girl who worked in the same building as me although in a different department. Nevertheless whenever we saw each other around we would stop and chat and flirt with each other.

Now Nas wasn’t what you would call particularly pretty or beautiful or anything but she was very slim and had small breasts. In addition her hair was long, dark and sleek and her eyes were deep brown and very alluring. She also had an air of confidence about her and was very open in her attraction to me despite knowing I was married and she herself having a secret boyfriend her family didn’t know about.

She had an air of sexiness about her. She was 23 and I could tell she definitely wasn’t a virgin or a shy innocent Indian girl.

Often when we talked she would tease me, she would stand close to me and accidentally brush past me as she moved. She would say things like how she wished the two of us had met before I’d got married and that she would have left her family to be with me.

All this teasing was becoming too much for me and eventually I pleaded with her to go out with me but she would always say that it was impossible. Nevertheless whenever I saw her I would ask again and she would respond with more teasing.

This went on until the time came for the work Christmas party which was to be held in a night-club. Nas was there wearing her hair long, a shiny top and a long tight black skirt that clung to her body. To me she looked beautiful and I longed to get close to her but she was sticking close to her colleagues.

As the evening wore on I finally managed to separate her from the others Ordu Escort when they all got up to dance and she chose to remain behind.

I saw this as my best chance and immediately went over to talk to her where she sat in a dark corner of the club.

I told her how beautiful she looked and how much I desired her. She was very flattered by my attentions and did not move away when I sat closer to her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. Gently I stroked my fingers along her arm and she responded by turning her face to me and smiling a wonderful smile. I couldn’t resist and leant forward to kiss her lightly on her mouth. Nas responded to my advance and opened her lips to receive my kiss and for several seconds both of us were lost in another world where only the two of us existed.

However we both came to our senses as we realised that anybody might see us kissing so we broke away and Nas left quickly to head to the toilet leaving me sitting alone and extremely frustrated.

I didn’t see her again that evening and in fact it was after New Year when we had returned to work that I encountered her again. On this one particular night I was working late finishing off one or two things before the weekend. There was no one else about and I was eager to leave and go home. Just before leaving I heard noises coming from the photocopier room and looked inside to tell the person in there that I was leaving. I was extremely pleased to see Nas in there surrounded by pieces of paper she had been copying and trying to put in order. She had jumped with surprise when I had opened the door Ordu Escort Bayan and dropped her papers on the floor. I apologised for startling her and bent down to help her pick everything up. Nas too bent down and we both ended up on our hands and knees facing each other with tension in the air strong between us. At that moment I wanted her so badly and told her so and she said that she too wanted things to happen between us but was scared of things getting out of hand.

This time however I would not be denied and I lifted her to her feet and gazed at her, my face full of longing. She was wearing her uniform of short sleeved black and grey top and long flowing black skirt. It wasn’t a very flattering outfit but nevertheless at that moment I wanted her more than any other woman on the planet.

I pulled her towards me and held her tightly in my arms enjoying the feeling of her slim body pressed against my own. I kissed her, passionately this time and ran my hands down her back and onto her small bottom.

Nas tried to push my hands away but instead I lifted her up and sat her on the desk while I kissed her again with my tongue probing into her mouth which to my delight was met by her own.

We had gone too far now to turn back and I lifted up her top to expose her small breasts easily contained in a lacy black bra. In one movement I lifted her top over her head and without pausing I reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra. It easily fell to the floor as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue lightly over the brown aureole of her right breast.

Nas Escort Ordu shivered at this and placed her hand on the back of my head giving me encouragement to proceed. Without further ado I began sucking at her nipple while my hand was fondling her other breast. Her tits were very small but her nipples stood out like corks and responded easily to the sucking attentions of my mouth.

By now I had a huge hard on trapped inside my trousers and demanding to be free. Frustrated I grabbed her hand and placed it on the bulge of my cock. Thankfully Nas responded by undoing my belt and button on my trousers. She pulled them down and my boxers down with them and began fondling my cock, gripping it tightly and squeezing before vigorously wanking it.

At this point I realised that I was very close to coming and so I pleaded with Nas to take my cock in her mouth. She didn’t hesitate and immediately went down on her hands and knees before me and began sucking me with great force. I couldn’t hold on and came in her mouth, my hot seed gushing forth onto her tongue.

I assumed that she had swallowed my sperm as she stood up and was surprised when she tongue kissed me and passed my own spunk into my mouth. I was turned on beyond measure and our kisses increased in passion, which combined with Nas’s expert fondling of my cock brought it quickly back to hardness. Unable to wait any longer I used my knee to force he legs apart and, still standing I pushed my cock into her sopping wet cunt. She accommodated my six inches without any problem and I began fucking her hard, her cunt making wet and squelching noises as my cock moved in and out. After several minutes of this hard fucking she herself came to orgasm so I increased my hard thrusts even more and ejaculated my fluid inside her womb.

“Not bad for starters” this beautiful girl said with a mischievous smile…..

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Milt Stewart stomped on the Z4’s gas pedal, taking the winding turns of the hillside outside Greenleaf at suicidal speeds.

Stewart didn’t have a death wish. He was enraged and hurling toward a reckoning.

Nestled by the lake in the valley behind him sprawled the Oakmore Valley Resort. For ten years Stewart had managed the hotel and convention center with what his distant corporate bosses considered a remarkable and wholly unexpected success. An hour ago he’d left that all behind forever, turning over the keys, the passcodes, and the combination to the safe to young newcomer Tom Jacobs.

An unconscious smile curled Stewart’s lips as he remembered the years of fun he’d had at the hotel, applying some creative and highly unorthodox “management techniques” to build it into the outstanding success it now was. He shook his head angrily as if physically shaking off the useless reverie. The dead past, he thought. All lost.

The car roared through the gate at the end of the road, screeching to a halt in the circular driveway in front of his house. Stewart paused at the door to take a last look around. The place was a sprawling, gorgeous old farmhouse that he and Ruth had been proud to see featured in a regional architectural publication when they’d finished renovating and rebuilding it. It had just been the two of them, in those years before the birth of their only child, Keith.

Milt wished that he could torch the place.

The front door wasn’t locked. It swung inward freely when he touched the knob. The first floor was deserted.

“I know it’s you, Milt.” His wife’s mocking voice crackled from the intercom. “You really should fix the exhaust on that little toy of yours.”

“Goddamn you, Ruth, you…” his wife’s throaty giggle interrupted his outburst.

“Come on up and face me,” Ruth laughed. “We’re in the master bedroom.”

Of course they were. Stewart suddenly wished he’d packed his bags that morning and just headed out of state straight from the hotel. But no…there was an overlooked detail he needed to take care of, and so he squared his shoulders and climbed the stair. With each step, unwelcome imagination conjured up a moment from an old horror movie he and Ruth had once watched together, one of his first memories when they’d first moved in here: the long tracking shot down the hallway to Regan’s bedroom in The Exorcist.

From just beyond the bedroom door he heard Ruth speaking in a low husky whisper and the deeper sound of a male voice answering back. Stewart couldn’t make out their words over the roar of the shower, which was going full-blast.

He shoved the door wide open.

Ruth crouched on the striped sateen sheets of their French provincial four-poster bed, wearing only lilac-colored silk thong panties and slippers. She rested her cheek on the flat belly of a completely naked young man who lay on his back, arms casually folded behind his head. The fingers of her right hand curled gently around the base of his erect cock. Her sea-green eyes roamed dreamily up and down the impressive length of that cock-stalk, and her wet pink tongue flicked briefly at her upper lip as if anticipating a gourmet feast.

“Hiya, ‘Boss,'” the young man said, smirking.

Upon recognizing Bobby Tilson, one of the resort hotel’s bell staff, Stewart felt a mixture of both anger and unexpected relief. Bobby, seemingly unperturbed by his former boss’s sudden appearance, reached out to run his fingers casually through Ruth’s long curls. “You know, you got a swell wife.”

Stewart just stood at the door, momentarily stunned speechless by the sight of his wife brazenly making love, in their marital bed, to a man less than half her own age.

This was far from was the worst shock she’d given him recently.

Ruth Stewart could only be called ravishing. Her skin was fair as a Scandinavian blonde’s, yet her flowing shoulder-length hair was lush, dark burgundy red. At the age of forty-three and despite motherhood she’d maintained a trim, youthful figure, with full hips and large high breasts.

Ruth looked up from Bobby’s prick as if noticing her husband for the first time.

“Did you bring a gun?” she laughed. “Did you? No?” She snickered. “See, Bobby, I told you: Mr. Stewart is really nothing to worry about. A lot of talk, no balls. I’m sure he’s just here to collect a few things on his way to the airport…aren’t you, Milt? I’ve already packed your bags myself, dutiful wife that I am. They’re in the front hall.”

“You’re going to pay for this. Count on it,” Stewart barked. The words rang hollow, even to him. Ruth held his level gaze for several moments, then just smiled and returned her attention to Bobby. The corners of her mouth curled upward at the sight of a drop of clear seminal fluid oozing from his cum-slit…then another and another, rolling in a lazy stream down the long shaft.

“Mmm…” she sighed, raising her head and leaning closer to Bobby’s fuckmeat. Her full, Ordu Escort pink lips, unadorned by lipstick, parted slightly and molded themselves to the head of his cock. She moaned softly, aroused by the taste of his pre-cum.

To Stewart’s horror, he felt his own dick hardening in his trousers as he watched.

“Excuse me, dear,” she drawled, glancing back at Milt. “I really must attend to this. It won’t take a minute.” She was true to her word. She’d clearly brought Bobby to the brink of shooting his load before her husband had entered the room. Now, she opened her mouth wide and steadily lowered her head to engulf the young man’s meaty pole. When she’d swallowed only half of it she stopped and held her head completely still, working her lips sensuously to massage his taut, sensitive flesh. Milt could tell that her tongue was moving inside her mouth, swirling and licking Bobby’s prick, nudging him across that last little threshold toward an explosive cum.

Milt was a long-time expert observer of women sucking cocks.

Ruth’s hand slipped downward. Her French-manicured fingertips caressed Bobby’s swollen ball sack. In return, he slid his hand down along the hollow of her back and over her perfectly round ass, finally palming her pouting pussy mound. She shivered at his touch. He slid one big finger under the damp silk and slowly inserted it up between her cunt-lips.

“Ummph!” Ruth’s eyes abruptly widened and her body stiffened. That momentary penetration was all that was required to set off her orgasm, at the very moment that Bobby started spewing jism down her throat. The delicate muscles of her long graceful neck rippled with her futile effort to swallow as quickly as he erupted. White cream oozed from the corners of her mouth. Saliva mixed with cum coated Bobby’s pulsing prick as she raised her head up and released him, content now to feel the remaining spurts of his cumload splatter over her lips and tongue and splash across her face.

“Goddamn!” Bobby slumped back against the pillows, catching his breath. “Man, can this lady give blowjobs! And that’s not just me talkin,’ Mr. Stewart. Fuck, you can ask just about any guy in town.”

The erotic spell broken, Milt Stewart’s rage boiled over. He took two steps toward the bed, hands balled into fists. He knew that he could not match Bobby’s raw physical power but was determined to fight and fall, broken, if necessary, to assert his masculine pride.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Someone had turned off the shower in the master bath.

Milt had been so shocked at the lewd spectacle of his wife and her young fuck-partner that he’d completely blocked out whatever had been going on in the bathroom. He turned and looked on in dread as the door opened and Keith, their son, stepped out.

“Hi, Dad.” Keith flashed Milt a toothy, arrogant grin#the very mirror of his mother’s mockery. Ruth had raised him after her own whorish heart.

Keith finished drying his belly and thighs and then dropped the towel onto the carpet behind him. He turned his back on his father, ignoring him, and walked toward the bed.

Keith Stewart was tall, lean, and built like a competitive swimmer, which he was: he’d twice set all-county records in the 400M freestyle while competing for Greenleaf High. He was a good-looking eighteen-year-old. But nothing about his physique would have hinted at his extraordinary sexual endowment. If Bobby Tilson had a big dick, then Keith Stewart was hung like Goliath. His cock jutted out now from its nest of dark pubic hair, hard as steel and nearly the length of his father’s forearm.

Ruth’s face was an obscenely beautiful mask of lust as she gazed at her naked son. She slipped a thumb under her thong’s elastic waistband and, in one smooth motion, slid it down to her ankles and kicked it off. It landed at Milt’s feet.

“Come here, darling,” she whispered, beckoning her son with a crooked finger. “Mother’s ready for the main event.”

“Thanks a lot,” Bobby joked. Ruth reached behind her and slapped him playfully on one muscular thigh, never taking her eyes away from Keith.

“You know where the kitchen is, stud,” she told Bobby. “Go grab a cold one.”

Bobby didn’t bother to dress, shouldering Milt roughly to one side as he swaggered off down the hall to the main stairs.

“Ruth…” Milt croaked, begging. “Please…don’t. Not again…”

“Shut up.” Ruth hissed. She looked wonderingly up into Keith’s eyes. Holding out her hand to him, she laid back on the rumpled, cum-stained bedsheets where she’d just sucked off another man, spread her slender legs wide, and offered herself to her son.

Milt’s gorge rose. His wife and son didn’t care that he was witness to their forbidden acts. They were not ashamed nor were they afraid of him. He was nothing to either of them now.

“You’re really wet,” Keith told his mother, kneeling between her thighs.

“You know sucking cock always does that to Ordu Escort Bayan me,” she replied. Her fingers played along the length of her son’s prick, guiding the engorged head into the moist haven of her cuntal opening. “So you should be able to get this big fellow all the way inside me without too much trouble, this morning.”

Keith leaned forward and thrust the first few inches of his giant cock into Ruth’s waiting pussy. She grimaced, partly in pain but mainly from the intensity of her pleasure. Reaching up to place one hand on the back of his neck, she drew his face down close to hers and they kissed deeply. She mewled and opened her legs wider, arching her hips up to make it easier for her son to slide his massive prick further up her straining sex channel.

“Oh God, that’s good,” Ruth whispered in her son’s ear. “Keep going, Baby. Give Mother your whole beautiful cock.”

This was almost exactly how Milt Stewart had first discovered his wife and son together, three weeks ago.

†††

On that first occasion, Stewart had been on the road for half an hour when he’d realized that he’d left some booking contracts he required for a client meeting sitting on his bedroom dresser. He’d turned the car around and returned to the house less than an hour after he’d first left.

Ruth and Keith had apparently not wasted a moment of his absence. He’d surprised them in this same bedroom, naked and fucking.

The image was seared in his memory: Ruth stretched out on her side, one leg extended over the sheets, the other cocked in the air and bent at the knee with her tiny, high-arched foot flexed downward at the ankle, lacquered toes pointed in erotic mimicry of a ballerina’s cou-de-pied.

Keith lay behind his mother, slowly pumping that great thick club of a cock in and out of her pussy. The pliant white flesh of her big tits quivered in his hands as he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Eyes closed, their lips locked in an intimate kiss, the incestuous pair were so immersed in their pleasure that Milt doubted they’d have noticed right away if he’d just set the bed on fire with a blowtorch.

“Sweet Jesus,” Ruth gasped, breaking the kiss at last. “honey, I’ll never get used to how that big fuckrod of yours fills me up. Ooohh…you’re stretching me to my limit!”

Keith’s only response was to shorten his fuck-strokes and quicken his rhythm. His balls slapped against her cunt-lips with every thrust.

Milt saw that Ruth had shaved her pussy. This surprised him; their marital relationship had so deteriorated that he couldn’t remember when he’d last seen her naked. Three months ago? Six? Whenever; Milt Stewart was a very busy man. Denuded as his wife’s cunt was, he had an unobstructed view of their son’s prick gliding in and out of her. Keith’s shaft glistened with Ruth’s cunt cream. The wiry hair surrounding his balls was drenched in his mother’s juices.

Ruth opened her eyes and saw Milt. “Oh my God!” she yelped. Keith pulled out of her and leaped from the bed, protectively stepping between his father and his naked mother.

After her initial shock, Ruth quickly recovered much of her composure. “It’s okay, honey,” she told Keith. “Go on downstairs now.”

“But Mom!”

“I’ll be fine,” Ruth rose to her knees but made no attempt to cover her nudity. Her pussy, so recently stuffed with cock, was open and her vulva still flushed with arousal. “Go on, now. Your father and I have some things to say to one another.”

“You goddamned whore,” Stewart roared, “You and that#that monster are both out on the street. I’ll see that you’ll have nowhere to hide in this town. I’ll ruin you!”

“This place is in my name,” Ruth had interrupted, surprisingly calm. “It was my daddy’s wedding gift, remember? We were both so grateful. And as for you ‘ruining me?’ Wake up, Milton. What do you think is going on in Greenleaf?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, after all, with all your so-important friends and their Rotary lunches, your endless ‘networking’ as you call it; you must at least hear rumors about the goings-on in our tidy, buttoned-up little town?”

Icy fingers of dread closed on Milt Stewart’s heart. Yes, there were rumors…and more than just rumors, stories with names and faces: Nicole Crane leaving town, a wealthy young second husband on one arm and her teenaged son Brandon on the other for what the whisperers had dubbed a “honeymoon for three”…and whatever were Donna and Rachel Thornton, the minister’s wife and daughter, up to with all those young men? What was going between Lucille Aldrich and her son and daughter? Lucille herself was in her early fifties, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her. These last few years she dressed and carried herself like a nubile teen, turning heads and hardening cocks wherever she went in the borough. Hell, Milt himself had sometimes contemplated—

“No!” he shouted, near panic. “Good Lord, what’s happened Escort Ordu to this town? It’s become a goddamn Sodom and Gomorrah!”

“What a quaint expression. I quite enjoy sodomy, myself,” Ruth said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You know, Milt, the wanton ways of our little village have served you pretty well over the years. You and that brothel you call a resort. What, you think that’s a secret? You’re nothing but a pimp!” Ruth paused to let that sink in. “It’s a bit late in the day for you to get knocked off your ass and become a crusader for decency.”

“This is completely different! This is perversion!”

“You can call it that.” Ruth had smiled wickedly as she spoke. “I call it liberation. Revolution. The men of Greenleaf have been all about their careers, their money, and their status for as long as anyone remembers. And you’ve enjoyed living your comfy self-centered lives.

“But as for us wives and mothers and daughters? You’ve no fucking idea who we are now, or what we want. I’ll tell you who I am: I’m a slut. A happy, son-fucking slut, like a lot of other women in Greenleaf. You see, unlike you, I put my family first.

“So…that’s the way it is, and how it’s going to be, Milton. Make your peace with it. Or get out of town.”

Milt Stewart had left. He’d taken a room at his own hotel. Humiliated but not helpless, he’d begun to plan his revenge.

†††

The tart flavor of Bobby Tilson’s jism lingered on Ruth Stewart’s tongue as her son Keith slid his cock into her pussy. She loved the taste, and it didn’t seem to trouble Keith either as their lips sealed together and tongues danced in a long lover’s kiss. That was good. Her son’s sexual education was proceeding nicely and she hoped that he’d prove to be just as uninhibited and free from hang-ups and boundaries as she was. Ruth looked forward to introducing him to a world and a lifetime of delightfully deviant practices.

She looked up at him lovingly now as he gently slid his prick a little further into her cunt. Together they had learned that it was best if he moved gradually at first, giving her enough time to adjust to his remarkable physical gift. Ruth was built very small down there, but fortunately she was also very elastic. She’d had hundreds of cocks up her fuck-tunnel and had never failed to accommodate and enjoy even the largest. She considered having a little cunt to be to her advantage because while being fucked by a big prick stretched and fully stimulated her cunt walls in an absolutely exquisite fashion, she could still enjoy occasional penetration by a more average dick…like Milton Stewart’s.

She watched Milt standing there at the foot of the bed wearing that stupid defeated expression and briefly felt sorry for him. But sweet Jesus what did he expect from her? He’d never been faithful to her for a day of their marriage. He was stingy; they’d borrowed money from her family to get established here in Greenleaf and no matter how extravagantly his bosses had rewarded his success with the resort he’d never repaid more than a pittance. He’d neglected both her and Keith, devoting all of his time to lavishly servicing the resort’s guests in every sense of the word. She’d been left to raise their son virtually alone.

There had been advantages to that, she admitted to herself. Now she reaped the carnal rewards.

“Why did you come back here this morning, Milt?” she asked him.

Milt Stewart glared murderously at his wife. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” he said evenly. “Have your fun now, you two. Because you’re going to prison, my dear. I have resources you know nothing about.”

There was an unfamiliar, dangerous edge to his voice that startled Ruth. For those few moments, he had her full attention.

Then Keith slid his hands up under her hips and lifted her pelvis off the bed, drilling the last few inches of his huge cock into her. All the breath went of her and waves of pleasure radiated through her body. He started rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her now with longer strokes. She automatically bucked and twisted against him, snaking her legs up and crossing her legs around his waist, sliding her slippered feet up and down his small hard asscheeks.

Her orgasm was sudden and all-consuming. “Oh God in Heaven that’s it baby that’s IT…fuck Mommy fuck Mommy fuck…fuck…fuck!”

When Ruth came back to earth Keith was still moving in her. Her son was not even close to coming himself, completely focused on continuing to satisfy his mother.

Milt was nowhere to be seen. Bobby was leaning on the doorframe sipping a Coors. “Old man split,” he explained. “Hey, you thirsty?”

“Parched,” Ruth giggled. She saw that Bobby was hard again. “And I hate beer.” Her mouth watered as Bobby approached the bed, pulling on his prick. “Oh my, I hope you don’t have to work this afternoon.”

“Sorry, I gotta go in,” Bobby replied, clapping his buddy Keith on the shoulder and moving closer to Ruth so that she could play with his nuts. “Have to meet the new boss. You know, Mister Stewart’s replacement.”

“Oh, right, Tom Jacobs,” Ruth remembered. “Well, I hope he’s nice.” She smiled to herself. “Hell, a new man in Greenleaf? I hope he’s hung.”

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It had been two weeks since the massage appointment and Sadie had not heard from or seen Robert. She tried so hard to get him out of her mind, thinking that their fling was a one time event, but whenever her mind was idle, Sadie would start to daydream about that appointment. Not wanting to appear desperate, or scare him away, she avoided calling the number he used to make his appointment, even though she picked the phone up and started dialing it at least 10 times already. Sadie was beginning to fear that her boyfriend would notice how distracted she had become at the gym, constantly scanning the room, and looking to the door whenever it opened, but she could not help herself. Robert had given her the best sex she’d ever experienced, and that isn’t something she would get over quickly.

After a month had passed, Sadie accepted that she and Robert’s fling was a one time occurrence, and that she needed to move on. She settled into her life of average, once a week (twice if she was lucky) sex with her more often than not distant boyfriend. Sadie also quit her job at the spa. The thrill and arousal she experienced before Robert never returned, and she no longer enjoyed massaging the way she used to. Instead, Sadie began to spend more time at the gym, busying herself to keep her thoughts from returning to Robert.

It was at the gym that Sadie received a phone call from her mother, saying that she wanted to have family dinner the following day. Sadie usually avoided dinners with her mother, who brought up marriage and babies whenever she was in the same room as her, and had missed the last 4 dinner invites. Feeling guilty, Sadie reluctantly agreed to show up, and asked if there was anything she needed to bring.

“Just stop and pick up a few bottles of wine. Your aunt Helen is coming over. She is separated from her most recent husband, already, and I’m afraid I won’t have enough,” her mother said.

Sadie had not seen her aunt since the encounter with Robert and she immediately felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Helen’s name. Her guilt was paired with slight annoyance though, Helen was not the easiest person to be around. She had, on more than one occasion, been the instigator of family arguments. She was especially insufferable when she was dealing with freshly failed relationships.

“Sure mom, it’ll probably just be me though. I don’t think we can afford to shut the gym down for the day, and no one is scheduled tomorrow but us. I’ll be there around 5. See you,” Sadie said, and replaced the receiver, already regretting her decision to go.

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

Sadie left for her mother’s house a little after noon the following day, preparing herself for the 4 hour drive. She usually chose to drive home the same day, even though it meant arriving home in the middle of the night, but she packed an overnight bag in case the weather took a turn. Right now the roads were clear, but judging by the clouds that hung overhead, she was sure she would be running into snow soon. In fact, an hour away from her mother’s house, the snow started to come down so thick that Sadie’s small car began to slide on the road.

The unexpected road conditions caused Sadie to be late to her mothers, and there was already another car in the driveway by the time she arrived. Sadie took her time getting from the car to the front door, not entirely excited to spend the evening with her mother and her aunt. She walked into the house and was greeted by the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen.

“Sadie? Is that you? We are in the kitchen,” her mother yelled.

Walking around the corner Sadie was greeted by her mother, who pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re here. We were starting to get worried with this weather,” her mother said, placing a full glass of wine in Sadie’s hand. Sadie was grateful, knowing that she would need it to handle the rest of the night. She took a long drink, as her mother continued, “I sure hope you plan on staying the night. I’m sorry, but I let Helen and Robert take your old room. But, I already set up the study for you.”

Sadie inhaled sharply and choked on her drink, “I’m sorry, who?” she asked, more loudly than she intended.

“Helen and Robert. I thought I told you on the phone?”

Sadie stared at her mother, waiting for the words to form, “You told me Aunt Helen would be here, but Robert? Her ex-husband Robert?”

Lowering her voice to a whisper, her mother continued, “Yes, Helen told me she called him after her break-up, and he came over. Mersin Escort She said that it seemed he was getting over a bad break-up himself, so she invited him to dinner with us. I think she’s hoping to get back with him. So let’s be supportive. We all love Robert, and he’s the best person she could be with right now.”

Sadie tried hard to put a smile on her face, “Of course,” she said, although she didn’t mean it. Turning her attention to Helen, she quickly hugged her and through a forced smile, asked, “How are you? It’s been too long.” While Helen went into a long monologue about her life, and her troubles, Sadie saw Robert walk into the room over Helen’s shoulder. A smile began to spread across his face, but he stopped when he saw the look on Sadie’s face. Sadie tried hard to hide her hurt and anger from Robert, but the reaction was strong when he came into the room.

“I’m sorry Helen,” Sadie said, cutting her aunt off, “But the drive here wore me out. I’m going to go lay down for a bit, until dinner is ready. We can finish catching up then,” she said and hugged Helen again, before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

Sadie was barely able to shut the door to the study before the tears started to flow. She did not know how she would be able to sit in the same room as the two of them, let alone stay overnight in the same house.

After an hour of feeling sorry for herself, Sadie decided that she would do her best to ignore Robert, and just make it through dinner. Cleaning her face up, Sadie walked back into the dining room just as her mother was setting food on the table.

Dinner went by smoothly, with Sadie attempting to visit with her increasingly intoxicated aunt and mother, before giving in and finishing her dinner silently, and ignoring Robert completely. When everyone finished eating, Sadie offered to clean up so they could go finish their drinks and visit. She was starting to need a break from the drunken laughter.

Loading the dishwasher, Sadie heard someone enter the kitchen. Thinking it was her mother, returning to refresh her drink, Sadie turned with a sigh, only to see Robert standing there.

“Before you say anything, I want to apologize for not contacting you after our visit. I realized that I had feelings for you, and I wouldn’t be able to just be friends. I was too afraid to be hurt if you didn’t feel the same. I should have handled it differently. I’m so sorry,” Robert said, standing back, looking as though he expected her to begin yelling at him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that? Why didn’t you tell me something, anything? I’ve spent the last month and a half thinking I did something wrong,” Sadie replied, her anger beginning to fade slightly. “Also, why the hell are you here with Helen, did you do it to make me jealous? I really don’t understand.”

“I really messed up, I know. I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I only agreed to come with Helen because she insisted that she just wanted my friendship, and I really hoped you would be here. Looking back, it was the stupid way to go about it. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope you can forgive me,” Robert said, moving closer but remaining on the other side of the island. With a final hopeful smile, Robert left the kitchen.

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

Laying in bed, the moonlight crept in the through the curtains, falling across Sadie. It was nearing midnight, and she could not force herself to sleep. Her thoughts kept returning to Robert and what he said to her. Earlier that night, Robert must have told Helen that he has no interest in getting back together; at least that was Sadie’s thought when she heard Helen yelling down the hallway. Robert was now sleeping on the couch, directly on the other side of Sadie’s bed in the study.

Knowing that there was only a wall between them was causing her to become uncontrollably aroused, and Sadie began to wonder if she would wake the house up if she went to visit with him. Just as the thought entered her head, there was a gentle knock at the door. Before she could say, “Come in,” the door slowly opened and Robert silently slipped in.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, Sadie. I am having trouble sleeping, knowing that you are sleeping so closely to me, and not knowing whether or not you are still angry with me” Robert whispered, making his way across the room to her bed.

Smiling at him, Sadie replied, “No, you didn’t wake me. I can’t sleep either, and I’m glad you came in. I’m so glad you told me the truth. I just need you to promise Mersin Escort Bayan me that you’ll always be honest with me in the future.” With a little smile, Sadie lowered her blanket slightly and motioned for him to lay next to her.

Standing at the foot of her bed, Robert seemed hesitant. “What if we wake them up?” Without waiting for her reply, he climbed onto the bed, crawled up her body, and after parting her legs with his knee, came to rest above her.

Sadie could immediately feel the level of his arousal as he slid along her body. She cringed at the creaking sound the bed made under his extra weight, but hoped the sound wouldn’t carry across the house. With him laying between her parted legs, Sadie wrapped her arms around his lower back and stared up at him. “I’m so happy you decided to come here. You wouldn’t believe how much I missed you,” Sadie said with a sigh. Leaning down, Robert brought his face close to hers, and whispered, “Me too,” before placing his lips on hers.

Pulling him in close, Sadie ran her hands up and down the length of his back, occasionally running her fingers through his thick hair. Nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip, Sadie reached down and putting both hands on his ass, pulled him close, feeling the pressure of his rapidly growing cock through both of their clothes.

With a moan, Robert pulled away slightly, “Wait sweetie. Let’s take it slowly. We have all night, and I want to enjoy you,” he said as he rolled off of Sadie onto his side. Reaching up to gently stroke her cheek, Robert let his hand slowly trail down the front of Sadie’s top, unbuttoning it as he moved down. Pulling her shirt open, the moonlight fell across Sadie’s soft, full breasts.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said with a low moan, running his hands over her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples. With increasingly firmer pressure, he began to knead her breasts as he licked and kissed her neck. Sadie’s breathing picked up speed as Robert’s kisses moved from her neck and traveled over the mound of her breast. Slipping her nipple into his mouth, Robert used his tongue to circle around it. He began to lightly suck and bite her swollen nipple, sending waves of shock and pleasure through Sadie’s body.

Sadie was so focused on the pleasure that his mouth was causing her, that she didn’t realize his hand was slipping under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties, until she felt his hand rest on her soft, naked mound. Raising her hips slightly as an invitation to continue, Sadie gasped as Robert took his finger and parted her lips, gently massaging the entire length of her labia, spreading her juices. Sadie was becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure she was experiencing, and began to squirm and moan as Robert gently began to apply pressure to her swollen clit, rubbing it in small circular motions.

Grabbing Robert’s head, Sadie pulled him into a kiss, as she began to move her hips with the motion of his hands. Breathing heavily into his open mouth, Sadie felt her first orgasm building up, “Oh my god Robert, don’t stop. I’m going to cum!” she whispered.

“Oh, Sadie,” Robert moaned, their mouths centimeters apart as they both panted heavily. Applying more pressure against her clit, Robert could feel Sadie’s body tense.

With a low moan, Sadie came hard as her body convulsed with pleasure. Robert continued to massage her clit, using the extra moisture produced by her orgasm to slide along the slick surface. In one swift motion, Robert moved between her legs, and pulled her pants and panties down, discarding them on the floor. Laying with the upper part of his body between her legs, be bent his head down and began to plant soft kisses on Sadie’s lower stomach as he reached under her to gently knead her ass.

Robert continued to kiss her body, making his way to her soft, warm pussy. Using his hand he gently parted her pussy lips, exposing her swollen, slick clit. With his tongue, Robert began to trace small circles around her clit, stopping occasionally to kiss and suck on it. Then with rapid movement, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her clit, causing Sadie to squirm beneath him. With his other hand, Robert slid two fingers into her tight opening, massaging her pussy walls with long, deep strokes. Soon Sadie was raising her hips, slamming them against Robert’s face, and driving his fingers deeper into her pussy.

“Oh shit baby! I’m gonna cum again!” Sadie silently screamed, grabbing onto the back of Robert’s head, and Escort Mersin grinding her hips into his face. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, Sadie came quickly, “Mmmnnn yes!” she moaned, looking down as Robert raised his head, smiling at her.

“You taste wonderful, baby,” Robert said, as he crawled back up along her body. Kissing her deep, Robert’s mouth still tasted like her wet pussy, and Sadie sucked eagerly on his bottom lip, moaning.

While he kissed her, Robert began to rub his cock along her pussy, grinding against it as his swollen head pushed hard into his pajamas. The rough texture of his pants against her sensitive pussy caused Sadie immense pleasure, and she was soon raising her hips against him. Soon they were humping each other with such force that the tip of his covered cock was nearly entering her tight opening.

“I need you inside of me,” Sadie said breathlessly as she pulled away from his kiss. Raising to his knees, and with Sadie’s help, Robert pulled his pants down and slipped them off. In the darkness of the room, Sadie could only make out the outline of his cock, protruding out from his body. Reaching up, she took his smooth, warm shaft in her hands and began to tug gently on it, pulling him toward her awaiting pussy.

Lowering his body, Robert placed his swollen head against her pussy. Easing the tip in slowly, Robert paused, waiting for her to to relax around him, before me plunged deep inside.

“Oh god!” Sadie groaned as he pierced her with his thick cock. Digging her fingers into his back, and wrapping her legs around him, Sadie held him inside her for a moment as she slowly flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth, moaning, “Do I feel good baby?”

“Mmmn Sadie, your pussy is so warm and tight,” Robert said with a groan. Slowly he pulled out, almost completely withdrawing from her, before slamming back in, his balls slapping her ass. Sadie clamped her hand over her mouth and let out a muffled scream. Thrusting in and out, Robert reached out to hold tight to her heavy bouncing tits. “Play with your clit, Sadie,” he said through labored breaths. Obeying, Sadie reached down and began to flick her clit.

The mixture of Robert’s deep thrusts and her rapid finger movements caused Sadie to moan loudly enough that Robert felt the need to help her cover her mouth. Pulling out, Robert grabbed the sides of Sadie’s hips and slowly rolled her over. Then, grabbing her hips again, raised her ass slightly, until he was able to see her glistening pussy in the moonlight. Placing his cock against her entrance, Robert thrust his body against her, impaling her.

Raising to her knees and elbows, Sadie began to thrust her body back, causing a low slap as her ass met his hips. Robert reached down and grabbed her ass, kneading roughly as he continued to fuck her.

“Mmmnnn yes baby. I love it when you fuck me hard!” Sadie said in a low growl, as she continued to rock her body back and forth. The two were so lost in their pleasure that they soon forgot about being quiet, as the headboard rocked, hitting the wall lightly.

The view Robert had of Sadie’s ass, bouncing against him excited him so much that he knew he would cum soon. “I’m going to cum Sadie, keep going! Your ass is so beautiful baby,” Robert moaned loudly. Digging his fingers into her hips, Robert pulled her back roughly onto his cock, fucking her hard. “Oh fuck Sadie!” he yelled as he felt his balls tighten.

Squeezing her pussy muscles tight, Sadie panted, “Cum for me baby! Please cum inside me, I want to feel you fill me up.” Thrusting her ass hard against him, Sadie could feel his body tense just as her orgasm was reaching its peak. Reaching out to grab onto the headboard, Sadie bounced hard against it as Robert fucked her with rough, hard thrusts, leaning over her and grabbing her tits tightly. They screamed out almost simultaneously as they both climaxed hard, completely forgetting that they wanted to remain quiet. Dropping to her stomach, Sadie laid motionless, panting heavily, with Robert still inside of her.

Between ragged breaths, Robert said, “Holy fuck Sadie, I can’t get enough of you. You’re perfect.” Finally pulling out and collapsing next to her, he ran his hands along the small of her back, and gently cupped her ass, squeezing. “I’m so in love with you, Sadie. I don’t want anyone but you, and I hope you feel the same,” he said as he looked at her, trying to catch his breath.

Quickly turning and pulling him into a frantic kiss, Sadie pulled back and told him, “Of course I feel the same!”

Resting her head on his chest, Sadie began to fall asleep, their naked bodies perfectly fitting together. She no longer worried about the reaction she would receive from her (ex) boyfriend or her aunt, because in that moment she was completely happy and content.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

My name is Alex Joy and I can’t believe this is my story.

Tina was my first college girlfriend. She was my first serious girlfriend too. My friends had all lost their virginity in high school but for me it just didn’t happen. It wasn’t like I didn’t try, it’s just that the girls I wanted didn’t want me and the ones that wanted me I just wasn’t into. My best friend Danny told me to just go ahead and do it but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to a girl for sex when I wasn’t into her.

I left for college a virgin, technically. Over the summer I got a blow job from Danny’s older sister and I’d kissed girls and done hand stuff but it seemed like every guy at college was more experienced than me.

Besides experience I just didn’t look like the kind of guy woman want to fuck. I was skinny, no muscle on me at all, my face was more pretty than handsome. I couldn’t grow a Mustache at of any kind let alone a beard, and even at a large state college I couldn’t catch a break. I thought I would never get laid, but then I met Tina.

I met her at church. Yes I was so desperate to get laid I started going to church. I figured it was the only place that being a virgin might work in my favor and I guess I was right. Not only was Tina beautiful she was also really horny. We met at Bible study and she got naked in my dorm room the same night. She wouldn’t let me fuck her until we got married, but she was willing to do a lot until then. Almost every night she stayed with me and almost every night she gave me a hand job. I learned how to finger her pussy in a way she liked and got pretty good at eating pussy. Still I wanted to fuck her but it was off the table. We had talked about maybe letting me fuck her ass but when we tried it hurt her too much.

Overall I was pretty happy and after 6 months we were getting pretty serious and I started to believe maybe we would get married some day. Things were about to get more serious when she invited me to spend Christmas with her and her father.

I was a little nervous, Tina described her father as way more religious than her(and that was saying something) I was worried my entire Christmas would be spent at church, and I wouldn’t even be able to get a hand job. I was relieved to hear that we would spend break in a hotel connected to the biggest indoor water park in the country. One hitch was we all had to stay in the same hotel room. Tina said her dad tried to get another room for me but the entire hotel was booked for the holiday.

When I met her dad it wasn’t as bad as I thought. He was a big man, muscular, there didn’t seem to be any fat on him at all (this was confirmed when I saw him in a swimsuit) When we met he was friendly and shook my hand. “Good to meet you Alex. Tina tells me you’re a nice boy.” His grip was like iron and he almost crushed my hand but his smile was warm and friendly and soon I felt like part of the family.

I still wouldn’t be able to fool around with Tina but her dad was fun, and Tina came out of the bathroom in her bikini I was really glad I decided to join them. Her body was perfect and the black sleek Mersin Escort material complemented it perfectly. It wasn’t a thong but it it showed a lot of her ass. Cheeky is how they described the style in my Victoria’s Secret catalog.

Mr. Smith looked impressive in his suit as well. His chest was hairy in that masculine way but not so hairy it was gross and his muscles looked like the were Chiseled from stone. He wore a pair of black shorts that seemed a little too tight. It showed off his ass which was as perfect as his daughters (I mean if you were into men)and the fabric didn’t hide much in the front either. His cock was clearly huge under there. If it was that big soft he must look like a porn star when it was hard. I felt a little insecure as I changed in front of him. My cock was average, well the smaller side of average, when it was hard. But soft it looked like a child’s cock.

I wore baggy swim trunks and felt a little out of place with Tina and her father. They looked like models and I looked like anything but, with my sunken hairless chest and skinny arms and legs. I didn’t feel bad for long though. Tina held my hand when we waited in line for the water slides and even kissed me once right in front of her dad. If he was uncomfortable with this he didn’t show it. Our first day was wonderful and by the end I was exhausted.

Mr Smith said he felt the same way and suggested we go back to the room and order room service. We took turns showing and wore the hotel robes. Tina looked sexy in her robe like she looked sexy in everything. She was a huge tease and flashed me her perfect breasts when her father went to answer the door when the food arrived. Tired as I was I was so horny. I was grateful that the robe covered my hard cock.

Mr. Smith had us join hands in prayer and he called on God to forgive our sins and punish the wicked. As he finished by thanking God for the food we were about to eat I was reminded how big and strong his hands were. His fingers were covered in rough calluses like a man who did manual labor for a living. My hand by comparison was soft and small, looking almost like a child’s hand in his. Then we feasted on hamburgers and French fries and finished with ice cream sundaes. I was stuffed and exhausted and even though it was early it was hard to keep my eyes open. Mr Smith suggested we go to bed early and I agreed. We could get a good nights sleep and have more fun in the morning.

Tina and her dad took the two beds in the room while I slept on a cot they had wheeled in. It wasn’t uncomfortable and the room was quiet and pitch black l. I couldn’t sleep even as tired as I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tina, her perfect breast, that beautiful ass. I wondered if I could sneak into the bathroom and jerk off.

I was just about to try when I heard someone stirring in one of the beds. A bolt of excitement went through me as I thought Tina might be feeling the same as me. But I could still hear her steady breathing, no, she was still sound asleep. It must be Mr Smith getting up to pee.

I could hear him untangling himself from the covers and take a few careful steps in my direction. His hand touched Mersin Escort Bayan the foot of my cot. I figured he was just being careful not to trip over me but he didn’t stop. He felt around until he found my foot, then it moved slowly up my leg. I thought he was being awful careful, and maybe he didn’t know he was touching me. I was still under the cover. I pretended to be asleep until his hand grabbed my cock through the blankets! I inhaled sharply intending to protest. His other hand clapped over my mouth stifling my gasp.

He was incredibly strong, I thrashed in the cot unable to free myself from either of his grips. “Stop it!” He hissed in my ear and tightened his grip to make his point. I thought he would crush my jaw or rip my cock off and I froze! “You were thinking about Fucking my daughter Alex!” I tried to shake my head but I couldn’t move.

“Don’t lie to me Alex, you’d be Fucking her now if I wasn’t here! She’s a Christian girl Alex and I won’ let you defile her. Maybe I’m wrong, only God can see into your mind. I wouldn’t be a good father if I didn’t make sure every man who got near her was worthy.” He was almost on top of me now. As he said this he released his grip on my cock, sliding his hand under the covers only to grab it again. Why had I gone to bed in just the roan? I’d never been touched like this by another man. The calluses on his hands felt almost nice against the soft skin of my cock, even though nothing about this situation was nice. Slowly he move his other hand off my mouth and shushed my sigh with his index finger while the hand on my cock started to stoke me.

“I have to punish you Alex, I can’t have you thinking about my daughter that way.” His lips were touching my ear now and his hot breath sent shivers down my neck. “Maybe you’ve fucked her already! Is it true Alex? Have you fucked my little girl?” I shook my head frantically, afraid to speak. “No I suppose not, you’re too weak for that.” He said the last word with disgust. “But you want to fuck her don’t you? Your cock doesn’t lie.” I couldn’t deny this. “Or maybe your a pervert Alex. Maybe you like having your girlfriend’s father stoked your cock. Is that it? Were you hoping this would happen? Are you a dirty faggot Alex?”

I tried to deny it but his hand felt so good. I was breathing harder now and not just out of fear. His other hand was inside my robe now and when he pinched one of my nipples I came… hard. I bit my lip and grunted as my cum exploded under the covers. His cum covered hand released my cock. Maybe he’s done I thought, but I quickly realized it wasn’t so. I cringed as he wiped my cum from his hand on to my face.

“Why do you cringe Alex? Does your cum disgust you? But you were going to put this disgusting stuff inside my daughter? Why would you do that Alex? Lick it clean Alex! If it’s good enough for my daughter it’s good enough for your faggot mouth! Lick it clean!”

Feeling helpless I did as he told. I had tasted my cum before. It wasn’t disgusting. I licked off every drop and continued to run my tongue over his rough hand afraid to stop. Next he shoved his index finger in my mouth. Not knowing what to do I sucked on it Escort Mersin and he moved it in and out of my mouth. A thought occurred to me. Was he going to stick his cock in my mouth? My body shivered at the thought.

“I’m not done with you yet Alex.” He tossed my blankets aside and I laid there fully exposed, covered only by the darkness in the room. He turned me on side and the fingers still wet from my mouth started probing my ass. “No!” I gasped and tried to move away. He pinned me down his lips again touching my ear “Shut up faggot! Do you want Tina to see you like this? Maybe you want her to see the faggot you are.” My eyes teared up and I choked back a sob, but I stopped trying to get away and let him continue.

His finger was inside me now, I felt so helpless. Even worse my cock started getting hard again. “You must be a faggot Alex. Do you play with yourself down hear?” I managed to choke out a denial. “Are you sure Alex? Your ass is very welcoming to my fingers.” To make his point he inserted a second finger and my cock became fully hard again. Soon he was Fucking my ass with 3 fingers. I clamped my hands over my mouth to quiet the moans I couldn’t stop from escaping my throat and again I came, harder than before.

I don’t know how long I lay there, the tears kept coming. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me down on my stomach on his bed. My robe was completely off now and I lay there naked waiting for what I knew was coming next. I felt the heart radiating from him as he positioned himself over me and his weight came down on me crushing the air from my lungs. When I felt the head of his cock press against my ass I panicked. It was huge! Much bigger than his 3 fingers. There was no way it could fit inside me! But there was nothing I could do! Once again a hand covered my mouth. The musky smell meant it was the hand he had fucked my ass with. I tried to scream as he forced his cock inside my but I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.

He started Fucking me, slowly at first. The pain consumed me but I stopped trying to fight it. Somehow my cock was getting hard again and I came a third time before he got to his full speed.

The rest of the night was a blur. My body must have slipped into shock. Again and again he fucked me, changing position every few minutes. When the first light of the morning came through the window I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders. My head hung over the side of the bed and I could see Tina still sound asleep. Could she sleep through anything? Mr Smith continued softly grunting over me until finally with a long moan he filled me with cum.

The next few minutes we cleaned up the evidence of what had happened. I was surprised how little I had bled throughout it all. Mr Smith brought me into the bathroom and climbed in the shower with me. He gently washed every inch of me. I stopped caring about being caught but Tina slept on.

An hour later Tina woke to find us dressed in fresh robes and sitting down to breakfast. “Sorry I slept so late” she said sweetly a and got up from the bed to hug and kiss me. “What’s wrong?” She ask seeing me wince in pain.

“His back is just a little sore from that cot” said Mr Smith before I could answer. Tina frowned “you poor thing, I’ll take a turn on on the cot tonight.”

“Nonsense ” said Mr Smith. “Alex is practically family, he can share this bed with me. We can’t have him cripple his back when we still have another week here.”

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It was so unexpected that I wasn’t sure what to do.

My sister in law had stopped by and it was obvious she was upset. My wife was not home and it seemed she really wanted to talk. I was most willing to help and so we sat down in the living room and she opened up.

She had been had having some health issues and they were causing her a lot of trouble. Her husband seemed to be out of tune and she really needed some tender loving care.

I let my eyes roam over her bare legs under her skirt. She was quite upset, and she had let her legs settle open slightly, and I couldn’t help myself but to look. Her pretty pink panties were quite visible, but I don’t think she knew.

I raised my eyes to her face and nodded and smiled as she talked. She was talking a lot and crying some so she didn’t notice my wandering eyes. I couldn’t help it as her breasts heaved with her crying.

I had been laying around quite casual, some light blue shorts (quite short) and a tank top. Not much at all. As my eyes took in her body, I began to feel my cock grow more firm. Not what I needed in these shorts.

I got up and went over to give her a hug. She wasn’t much on hugging but today she seemed into it as she pressed her body to me.

I lightly caressed her upper arm letting my fingers graze just barely her bountiful breasts. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were substantial and firm.

Offering her a drink she accepted, and I arose to get it for her. Standing my firm cock pressed the front of my shorts in front of her eyes. I saw her eyes open wide as she got an up-close view. I let my fingers slide over her head caressing her hair as I walked away.

Returning Mersin Escort with her drink I handed it to her and moved to sit in my chair.

She thanked me and took a deep drink.

My eyes watched as she drank then sank to look up her skirt. Her legs were quite spread, and it seemed her skirt had slid up higher (how had that happened?). Her panties were now clearly visible and I grew even more hard as I watched.

I glanced once more at her breasts and as I found her eyes again, I found her staring at my crotch.

There was nothing I could do but grow harder.

She thanked me for being willing to listen and put up with her.

Declaring it was my pleasure I smiled letting my eyes slide from her eyes, to her breasts and down to her legs. I watched astonished as her legs spread even more.

Without a word I stood and went to sit by her side. Turning her face towards me I let my finger tips slide over the outline of her face. With each caress my cock grew harder and longer, and bulged even more. Glancing down I noticed it had begun to peek out of my shorts.

She inhaled and sighed as my fingers continued to caress her face and hair. She lay back and rested her head on the back of the couch. I let my fingers trace down over her chin and down her neck. Her blouse was open but not showing anything. I noticed as she relaxed her legs spread open even more. So leaning down I took an up-close look at her panties. It was not a surprise to see a wet spot on her panties as her pussy began to leak.

Raising my eyes I found her staring at me as I was looking up her dress.

“Do you like what you Mersin Escort Bayan see?” she asked.

“Most definitely,” I replied.

Smiling she lifted her hand to my bare leg and slid it up my thigh. My cock jumped as she neared my crotch. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I took a chance and began to unbutton her blouse. She did not stop me and soon I opened it up to reveal a black lace bra. Her substantial breasts were mounded up out of the cups, so I let my fingers slip down and trace her bulging breasts.

By now I was rock hard and protruding from my shorts. I felt her hand slip around and grip my shaft. I couldn’t believe this, and I reached into her cup to caress her breast. She arched her back and pressed her tit to my hand. I felt her nipple grow hard under my caress. I pulled her blouse off then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Pulling it loose I let her pretty tits come into view.

I leaned down and began to suck her tits. As her nipples grew long and hard, I let my hand slide between her legs and up her skirt. My fingers found her wet panties and I pressed against her slit. She began to moan as I suckled at her tit and fingered her panty covered pussy.

With a quick motion she reached down and pulled her panties off. I pressed her skirt up out of the way.

I watched as she peeled my shorts off and took my cock into her mouth. I fingered her clit and her wet pussy watching her mouth slide up and down my long shaft.

There was nothing else to do but to slide my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. I pushed her back on the couch and raised her legs. Her pussy stood wet and pulsing Escort Mersin ready to accept my rod. I pressed my mushroom head to her lips and pushed lightly. They unfolded and I watched the head of my cock slide inside her.

I eased in a little more and watched over half my cock enter her love box. She was tight and wet, and my moistened shaft slid in easily. I pressed in deeper with each thrust. Soon I felt my balls bang on her ass I was full cock deep into her twat.

Reaching down I began to finger her clit as I thrust rapidly in and out of her pussy. Soon I could tell she was ready to cum and so was I. I continued to finger her clit as I rammed it home.

As her orgasm broke over my cock, I felt my own cum rush up the length of my dick and explode deep into her pussy. Continuing to thrust I let her pussy milk my cum. We slowed down and my cock slowly slid from her wet pussy, cum dripping from my cock and her pussy.

Without a word I knelt and licked her clean of her cum and mine.

Then she too knelt and licked me clean. Watching her tongue slide up and down my shaft and balls was a total turn on. Though I wasn’t ready for round too I found great solace in sucking her breasts again.

Laughing, she pushed me away. “I need to get dressed,” she said.

Laughing I too stood and dressed, watching her put on her bra and blouse, then her panties and skirt. It was enough for my cock to stiffen a little.

Laughing she caressed my dick and told me later and turned to go.

Turning she gave me a big hug and said she was glad her sister wasn’t home and that she appreciated my listening to her and giving her advice.

I too laughed as I swept over her breasts and smiling told her anytime. She turned to walk away………..”Maybe you shouldn’t tell sis I was here!” she exclaimed.

I told her I thought that was best.

I heard the toilet upstairs flush….when had she come home?

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(Note to Readers: This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters are at least 18 years old. Some of the sex is interracial, and there is also some foot appreciation. The previous three parts are recapped to some extent, but if you read those parts first, you’ll follow along better and also read a lot more sex. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)

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March 2013:

As Kendra drove up to the Ghirardello-Tate property, there were at least twenty cars parked in the curved double-ended driveway and on the roadside. Night had fallen, and light leaked from every window of the sprawling house, around closed drapes and blinds. There was no sound except the wind.

She and Sam used the same entryway as before, when the door was opened manually. Now, when she rang a doorbell, a buzz from inside allowed them to open the door. They stood still for a moment after the outer door closed behind them, for them to be recognized via a camera, and then another buzz sounded from the inner door. The fact that they knew in advance to expect this didn’t make it seem less odd.

The inner door opened to give them sounds of music and chatter, and the sight of Vince in a plush silver robe. “Welcome!” he said over the noise, with a master-of-the-revels smile. He turned to address the people hanging out in the living room. “People, I’d like you to meet Kendra and Sam, who are so very new and naïve!”

“Welcome!” came the ragged but robust response from maybe ten voices.

“And what’s our policy with first-timers?” Vince prompted.

“Be gentle with the virgins!”

Their eyes getting used to the light, Sam and Kendra began to see, in detail, people who were probably in their forties, around Vince’s age. They were in partial to total undress. But then someone sashayed through the crowd, and it was no longer possible for the new couple to notice anyone else.

“Audrey?!” Sam asked, gawking.

Kendra hooted laughter, grabbing to restrain a man who was unable to move. “Down, Boy! You don’t have consent yet!”

A red-and-black corset slimmed the hostess’s midriff. The corset centered and raised her breasts, but left them completely exposed, pushed outward in teasing abundance, dark nipples thrusting from puffy areolas. Lacy red ribbons from the corset’s lower hem descended on either side of a hairless pink vulva. The ribbons were clipped to black fishnets, which clung to sleek legs, above three-inch red heels. Blue eye shadow popped her irises. Red gloss sheened her lips. Gel swirled her blond hair. The casual, frumpy housewife had been supplanted by a bombshell.

“Welllll,” she purred. “It’s my brand new boy toy.”

Sam looked at Kendra and quickly asked, “Does that count as consent?”

“You’ll get that later,” said Audrey, stroking Sam’s chin cleft with one finger. “Will you come when you’re called, Puppy?”

By this time Sam had recovered. “That depends on if I’m helping someone else cum.” He looked around the room. “I intend to check out the local talent.”

Three women cheered. They were ‘dressed’ generally as Audrey was.

Audrey turned her back, and with a hip toss, flicked her butt at him. “That’s fine, you’re also here to entertain my lady friends. Just remember, whom the gods would destroy, they first give a thick dick and a gorgeous wife.” Then she strutted away, turning once to grin and wink at them.

“I better drag you away before you get in real trouble,” said Kendra, guiding Sam towards the basement stairs. Laughter and some applause followed them, along with a male voice saying, “Yeah, but who’s she?”

They went to the room with the coat rack and storage bins. “We mingle together, right?” Sam asked as he undressed.

“Yep,” she said briskly. “Just be pleasant and chatty. Wait a while to see if someone offers.” She chuckled, doffing her underwear. “Vince says the propositions turn up in the normal flow of conversation. We’ll make it clear that we’re staying together and looking for one or two people to play with.”

“It seems more like a costume party,” Sam muttered, standing nude and shaking out his bomber jacket. “It’s like I’m cruising rough trade bars.”

“Audrey says most people here prefer some adornment. They feel like they’re in control with stockings or leather armbands, instead of total nudity. The living room is more social than sexual. Erogenous zones are generally exposed, since everybody’s shopping, but there should be something to distinguish you.” She pointed at the jacket. “Wearing that, open, is a great look for you, framing the abs. And, unlike in a nudist gathering, an erection is quite welcome.”

Kendra put on sparkly earrings that matched the necklace that dangled to exactly between her nipples. In patterned black elastic-top stockings, and almost-comfortable black heels, she walked to a full-length Konya Escort mirror with a tiny pair of scissors. There she snipped away a few pubic hairs that strayed from the trimmed central thatch. Then she removed the band from her hair, made it into an ad hoc bracelet, shook out the hair, and fluffed it.

Her C-cup bras had become tighter on her lately, but the breasts remained sag-free, high and proud on her rib cage. Nudity presented all her curves as smooth and taut, with no waistband to cause worry over what she might look ‘fat’ in. She judged that her body was almost as dynamite as it was when she poured it into the wedding dress.

She turned to Sam. “What do you think?”

“Let’s go home and fuck all night.”

“This is supposed to be different from every other Saturday.”

“It is, because now twenty other men will think that at you.” He stepped into his sandals without taking an eye away from her.

She wagged a finger. “They can only fuck me here. Boundaries.”

They held hands as they returned to the living room and began introducing themselves. A crowd accreted around them, but thinned out after they made it clear that they wouldn’t split up, being new at this, maybe some other time.

Then there were three couples with them, and the one that was making the clearest move was also the one that most interested Sam and Kendra. With no apparent displeasure, the other two couples moved on, leaving Ravi, a lean South Asian, and his spouse Kim, a short curvy blonde. Sam gauged them as around thirty. They were both bubbly and enthusiastic, and they made Sam and Kendra feel at ease.

“Well,” said Ravi, after some basic acquainting, “would you like to join us in a fun zone?”

“Sure!” said Kendra.

“Please lead the way,” said Sam. Mock-forlorn, he added, “We’re so new here.”

Kim and Ravi led them into a moderately-lit room with large cushions on thick shag carpet. Four other couples were there, roughly in two foursomes.

“Welcome to The Couple Doubler,” said Ravi.

“Our favorite place,” said Kim. “Hi Bill, Jenna!” Then Kim called and waved to everyone else. Sam and Kendra waved, smiling sheepishly at the two couples they had effectively snubbed.

“It’s cool,” said one of the men, smiling.

“Happens all the time,” said the woman he had been with, only now she was reverse-cowgirling the man from the other couple.

Kendra and Sam brought their focus back to their first choices. Sam felt that he should take some initiative. “For starters, how about a side-by-side swap?”

“You bet!” said Kim, flopping onto a cushion. The other three joined her, and while there was some collective nuzzling and fondling, very soon Kendra pulled Ravi close and they began to kiss, sitting cross-legged.

Sam lay on the cushion next to Kim and reached to fondle her far side.

“Nice,” she said, nestling into his neck, “but don’t be shy. I like having my tits groped.”

Sam laughed, as did others in the room. “I’m afraid,” said Sam, “we’re going to spend a lot of time finding out everyone’s likes and dislikes.” He gathered up Kim’s left breast and tongue-kissed it.

“We’re happy to educate you,” said the reverse-cowgirl, now short of breath.

Kendra warmed as Ravi’s hands traveled her torso, his touch encouraging. Caresses on her breasts clearly brought him pleasure, but didn’t suggest a desire to take, or dominate. He said the words she would often hear, and say herself, in her first few encounters here: “What do you like?”

“Your hands as they are now,” she said, hearing the smile in her voice. “Steady, smooth. Anywhere but my ass.”

He laughed appreciatively. “The way we’re sitting, that’d be too hard to get to.” His dark eyes searched hers. “I like feet, a little bit.”

“I’m sorry, I should have asked!”

“It’s okay, you’re new.”

Kendra met his gaze. He wasn’t her idea of good-looking. His eyes were close-set, his jaw heavy. Depending on the light, his skin tone varied from pinkish to tannish. Her enjoyment of him, though, came from listening more to her body than her esthetics, and also sensing his body. Everyone here was, in effect, pre-vetted as responsible, by Vince and Audrey and the club’s longtime members. Ravi was the right combination of new and safe.

“I’d like us to explore with our mouths, too,” she said huskily, pulse quickening. “But first I’d like them to get familiar.” She opened her mouth as she brought it to his.

Kim slid onto Sam, putting him on his back. He wriggled around to shed his jacket and toss it towards a wall. Standing up made Kim seem cute and compact, but she was a sinuous siren when horizontal. His prick flipped up, and she happened to catch it between her thighs. “We’ll get there,” she said, giving it a little squeeze.

“Sorry to be so eager,” he said. As if to make up, he fondled her breasts more devotedly, pairing smooth palm pressure with teasing finger traces.

“Don’t be. I want that attitude.” Kim Konya Escort Bayan leaned towards Kendra. “Is he likely to blow his stack?”

Kendra was moistening, thumbing the precum on Ravi’s prick while he stroked her breasts’ undercurves, but she had to laugh at the interruption. “Not until he’s spent a lot of time making a lady’s insides happy. And here, he’d stop only for the courtesy of changing condoms.”

Now Ravi laughed. “This tells me the standard I’ll have to meet.”

“Don’t let him poor-mouth,” said Kim. “Ravi’s a marble slab. Enjoy, we haven’t banged since this morning.”

A man on the other side of the room said, “It’s tough to concentrate when I can watch Kim’s reality show.”

Kim giggled, even as her hands and limbs kept Sam steaming up. “Maybe you’ll be in this episode later, Bill.”

Ravi said, “After taking the swap to the finish, we could get more collective.”

“Nice,” said Kendra, “but would you like one more starter?” She removed one shoe and stocking, and offered her foot. He grinned, and raised it to his lips like a champagne glass.

Kim faced Sam, and surprised him by whispering. “While we wait through that, you can add those tasty lips to your boob work. I’ll get loud. Not sorry.”

Kendra had never been interested in foot love. Massages were welcome, but that was it. Yet Ravi’s touch and lick added to her overall arousal, which was at a pretty high level. She watched his prick finish erecting, to show an upward curve.

“Yiiieeeeee!” Kim’s head jerked back and shook, blond fluff catching much of the light in the room. Jacked, Sam sucked and squeezed harder, grooving on her stiff nipples. With a chuckle, Ravi gave Kendra’s foot a farewell kiss, then stood and went to a wall shelf that held a condom bowl.

Kim settled into a series of “Whrrff!”s as her muscles relaxed. There was applause from the rest of the room. She wriggled down Sam to grin at him and smooch hard. Then she leaned to Kendra and said, “Thank you, my sister in mammary abundance. You’ve trained your tit man well.”

Kendra cackled, and the women high-fived.

Ravi caught Sam’s eye and held up a condom. Sam raised his hand, and caught the toss. Ravi told him, “Since she already came, she’ll enjoy a side-by-side.”

Bill’s voice carried an appeal. “Does our new lady like to cowgirl? Not because I’d really like to watch, or anything.”

“He’s earned it,” said the woman entwined with him. “I came twice.”

Kendra crawled over to Bill and let her boobs sway within a foot of his face. “But I’m so shy!”

“I’ll close one eye,” said Bill. “Maybe.”

“Good enough,” said Kendra, returning to her group. She grinned to see Ravi already on his back, condom installed.

Penetration proceeded. Sam fucked in his usual steady rhythm, his arm below Kim to hold her and stroke her shoulder blades. He joined her in some light, cutesy face kisses.

Kendra, having been primed by Ravi’s attentions and the environment, soared almost at once, giving Bill and other spectators not only a full view of her jouncing breasts and orgasm face, but their first exposure to her coloratura wail. When she might have started ramping down, she got new springs and spasms as Ravi blasted into her, hips thrusting, voice croaking.

Kim nuzzled Sam’s ear and said, “You can cut loose whenever you like.” She wriggled along him, and smiled through a long indrawn breath. Something about that put Sam on high alert.

“So you’re just along for the ride?” he asked, savoring her wet heat and feeling quick flexures.

Her neck extended like a petted cat’s. “There’s plenty to like in sex besides orgasms.”

Over Kim’s shoulder Sam saw Kendra had now leaned forward, to give Kim’s tit man something to do.

Sam also heard murmurs between them. And chuckles.

“Okay,” said Sam to Kim, “I’ll be selfish.” He sped up his drive into her. And squeezed her butt with his top hand. And got his head away from her mouth. So when her foghorn went off, he averted tinnitus.

The back of his skull tried to bury itself in a cushion, as her quim contractions spurred his spunk out hard enough to swell the receptacle tip. His growl quickly got louder than Kim’s honk. His calves cramped. Her top knee smacked into his.

Eventually, their bodies flopped apart like a cookbook opening to its best recipe.

Ravi asked, “Any actual damage?”

Sam got his head to where he could see past Kim. Ravi had a straight face. Kendra, not exactly.

“Just a flesh wound,” Sam muttered, wondering if anyone else knew clichés from old Western movies.

“Bill,” Kim slurred, “Wait an hour. Then, give me lots of foreplay. After you wake me up.”

After condom disposal, wipedown, and the draining of water bottles, the foursome gained new friskiness, Kim included. They used this to instruct, and learn from, one another on their oral likes and dislikes. This time, Kim was like the others in enjoying the sensations without exercising dopamine Escort Konya receptors. The men very much enjoyed having their unwrapped wangs licked by new ladies.

Sam and Kendra were still lolling on cushions when Ravi and Kim kissed them and stood. “Time for us to loaf by the pool, until we cheat on you with someone else,” said Ravi. “You two should visit the other rooms, just to gain information.”

“It’s not polite,” said Kim, “to jerk off in them unless you participate. Except in Sappho’s Garden.”

“Good advice,” said Sam, feeling totally blissed.

“Ravi,” Kendra called when her new lover was at the exit, “do you enjoy a standup fuck while you suck the lady’s toes?”

Kim pulled a face. “Well, duh! That keeps me practicing cheerleader splits.”

Kendra grinned. “Next time. I’ll recruit this guy to help me learn how.”

After a snuggle, Sam and Kendra got up. They were halfway to the room’s exit when they remembered their accessories. One of the women teased Sam as he donned the jacket. “I would have picked that up. Then all you’d have to do is come over to my place.”

“Deal,” said Sam, taking it off and tossing it to her.

She threw it back, laughing. “It looks better on you. Then you’ll look better on me.”

Kendra, shoe and stocking restored, tsked at Sam as she took his hand. “Do I have to lead you around by your dick?”

He shrugged. “Why should now be any different?” This gave them an audience laugh on which to exit, waving at likely friends, and potential lovers, they hadn’t actually met.

“This is great!” Sam said as they strolled. “Like with Audrey and Vince. Sex with more people is totally different than one-on-one with somebody new. I guess it really can be sex with friendship.”

“And surprises,” said Kendra, nodding, “but also safety. Someone who gets off on danger might not go for this.”

The rooms they had been shown on their first trip to the house now had wood-burned plaques over the doors. Since they had just heard it mentioned, the first one they looked in on was under the “Sappho’s Garden” plaque.

Most of the indirectly-lit room was taken up with a raised carpeted platform, with several cushions and five bodies on it. It quickly became clear that the lovers were all women, connecting in various ways. The pleasure in their voices matched well with the slow, string-heavy music. Lushly verdant potted plants filled wall sconces.

Seated on the floor against the walls were a few men. Two of them were, in fact, fondling their packages as they looked at the women.

“Hi, I’m Jack,” said a mostly-bald man of maybe forty. “I’m the captain, this shift. The rules in here are that only women are permitted on the platform, and that watchers on the floor must remain as silent as they can. If a man wants to jerk all the way off, he has to bring in a condom.” He smiled. “Really no need for condoms on the platform.”

“Got it,” said Kendra.

“Just looking around?” Jack asked her.

She was about to declare how she identified, but realized that she’s seem defensive, and maybe also offensive. She noted that Jack’s phrasing offered her a simple, inoffensive answer. “Yes,” she said. She and Sam moved on.

Music from the sixties wafted from The Commune, along with body scents that patchouli and laboring ventilators couldn’t quite overcome. Two adjoining king beds held at least ten people in a complexly braided fuckpile. Kendra and Sam were content to look in. Their mild amusement increased when they saw parts of Vince, nude, fucking an older woman while jerking a younger man.

The room labeled The Toy Chest was hosting an organized event: Consumer testing of butt plugs. But there was also a great deal of use, cleaning, and sharing of a wide variety of vibrators. A heavily-breathing woman with a flushed face was wiping down a Sybian.

A few rooms were empty and unlabeled, including the one where they had ‘auditioned.’ The couple wondered if advance registration for this event didn’t include people with whatever interests those rooms might welcome.

Their held hands swung a little as they walked. Kendra smiled at this. It had a just-going-steady vibe. She looked over at her husband, the blue eyes, the brown hair that felt so nice when she fingered through (and sometimes grabbed) it. She felt a little slickness in her tunnel.

They stepped into Self-Restraint mainly for due diligence, although what they saw in there didn’t turn them off. A blindfolded, hairy-chested man was backed against a structure, silky scarves binding his wrists and ankles to it. A woman and a man teased his bare skin with large feathers, and sometimes their lips and teeth. He writhed and whimpered, and his swollen cock flopped around. With a smile and nod to the apparent captain, a burly man in leather, Sam and Kendra moved on.

Lights were on in Club Ecstasy, and the disco ball reflected them in rhythm to Vann McCoy’s “Babyface” from several speakers—but the room was empty, save for a woman on a chair. “Got a pole routine?” she asked with a smile. “If nothing else, you could get undisturbed practice.”

“No thanks,” said Kendra. “You’re the captain?”

“Uh huh. A while back there were about fifteen people in here. But they can’t dance all night, either.”

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Note: I wrote this some time ago. It was supposed to be for the Love The One You’re With event. But, somehow, I managed to misplace it before I got around to posting it. And then I found it again a few days ago. Ah, well … better late than never. Hopefully.

‘Have you heard? We’re going to be locked up,’ Doris said.

‘Who?’

‘All of us. It was on the news. The government is going to lock us up.’

Marko nodded. ‘Oh, that. Yes. At least no. They’re not going to lock us up, they’re going to lock us down.’

‘What did I say?’

‘You said “lock us up”, Marko said. ‘If they locked us up, they’d have to feed us.’ And Marko laughed. ‘As it is, we’ll probably all starve. There won’t be any food on the supermarket shelves. Once we’ve eaten what’s in the pantry, that’ll be it. Goodnight nurse. We’ll all fade away to nothing. But at least we will be Covid-free.’

‘Baked beans were on special at Tescos last week,’ Doris said. ‘I bought six tins. I should have bought more. But there’s a limit to how many you can carry. You know … along with everything else.’

Marko nodded again. ‘Pasta,’ he said. ‘That’s what we are going to need. Pasta … rice … and flour. It’ll be like it was during the war.’

Doris frowned. ‘Which war?’

‘The second one.’

‘The second war?’ Doris laughed. ‘You weren’t even born then. Gosh, I wasn’t even born then.’ And she laughed again.

‘No. But my granny told me. I think Granny quite liked the war. I’m not sure why. But she was always going on about it. She and her sister – Aunt Maggie – they were just little kids. They got sent to Cornwall. To a little village on the coast. Granny liked Cornwall.’

‘Oh well, we’ll just have to go to the pub,’ Doris said. ‘Get something to eat there. I don’t mind a bit of pub grub now and then.’

Marko shook his head. ‘No pub grub. Pubs will all be closed.’

‘Closed?’

‘Yep. Closed.’

‘They can’t close the pubs. Can they? They’re an essential service.’

‘Midnight tonight.’

‘Why?’

‘Social distancing. We all have to stay in our bubbles,’ Marko said.

Doris nodded. ‘And what if we don’t have a bubble? What then? What if we live alone? Like me. Well … like you too.’

‘Not sure,’ Marko said. ‘But anyway, the government doesn’t actually want us to be on our own. Not totally. We all have to look out for one another. Check on one another. Make sure that we’re OK. Make sure that we haven’t faded away due to there being no food in the supermarkets, I suppose.’

‘How can we do that when we have to stay away from each other. Typical! They never think things through, do they? And what about Bruno?’

‘Bruno? What about Bruno?’

‘You can’t keep a dog like him locked up all day. He’s got the little backyard. But he needs a proper walk. We’ll be having the RSPCA around.’

‘Oh, you’re allowed to take him out for a walk. You just have to stay away from other people.’

‘Does Bruno have to stay away from other people?’

‘Umm … not sure. I suppose so. There’ll probably be something on the website.’

‘And that’s another thing,’ Doris said. ‘What if you can’t see the website? What if you don’t have a computer?’

Marko frowned. ‘You’re OK. You have a computer.’

‘I do. Yes. But there are quite a few people who don’t. Our Margret doesn’t. She doesn’t even have a proper thingy phone.’

Marko nodded. Doris had a point. Not everyone had a computer. ‘Well … I should go on up,’ Marko said.

Doris had the big flat on the ground floor and first floor. Marko rented the flat upstairs from her. Marko had only stopped off at Doris’s door to give her her post.

‘What will you do?’ she asked. ‘You’ve got your studies.’

‘We’ll be having tutorials online. And I’m going to be doing my other stuff – my bank stuff – from home. When people contact the helpline, they don’t know where I am anyway. I could be in Timbuktu for all they know.’

Doris laughed. ‘I suppose so. Mind you, I’m not even sure where Timbuktu is.’

‘Somewhere in Africa, isn’t it?’ Marko said. ‘Mali, I think.’ Marko described an anticlockwise circle in the air with his hand. ‘Somewhere like that.’

‘You don’t hear much about Timbuktu these days,’ Doris said. ‘My dad was always going on about Timbuktu. I don’t think he ever went there. He went to quite a few places when he was in the Navy, but I don’t think that he ever went to Timbuktu. Is Mali on the coast?’ And then Boris arrived and butted Doris’s leg with his head. ‘I suppose I’d better take Boris out for a walk then,’ Doris said. ‘Give him a chance to uncross his legs.’

Marko smiled. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘I’ll … umm … see you later.’

‘We won’t be long,’ Doris said. ‘Go up and take your coat off, and then come back down. I’ll find a bottle of something. We can launch our bubble.’

‘Our bubble?’

‘Well … we live under the same roof, don’t we? Technically.’

‘Yeah. I suppose we do.’

‘Boris and I will just go up to Churchfields and back. We won’t be long.’

‘Yeah. Konya Escort OK,’ Marko said.

* * *

When Marko graduated with a degree in Media Studies, the GFC was just getting into full stride. Jobs were scarce. Jobs in media were especially scarce. Even getting the job as a Customer Service Officer at the bank had been a bit of luck. But it wasn’t Marko’s idea of a job for life. Almost from day one, he started keeping an eye out for something better. Preferably something a bit more … well … creative.

Funnily enough, it was one of the bank’s customers who had suggested that Marko think about digital games development. She even put Marko in touch with a chap she knew who ran a development studio. Marko and the chap had a long chat. And the chap got Marko to do a couple of tests. ‘Yeah. I think you could be good,’ the chap said. ‘Your brain works in the right way. What I’d suggest is that you do a Graduate Diploma in Creative Technologies. After that, you can probably come and work here – if you want to, that is.’

‘How long does it take? To get a Graduate Diploma, I mean,’ Marko asked.

‘A year. Well … less really. About nine months from start to finish.’

‘More student debt,’ Marko said. ‘But, yes. I suppose it might be worth it. Being a Customer Service Officer for a bank is a bit of a dead end.’

The games chap nodded, but then he said: ‘That said … why don’t you talk to the bank about some part-time work? They know you. You know them.’

And that’s how Marko ended up manning the bank’s helpdesk for 16 hours a week. The remuneration was hardly a king’s ransom. But it all helped.

* * *

Marko heard the downstairs door closing, followed by Doris calling up the stairs: ‘We’re back! Come on down. When you’re ready.’

Marko wasn’t exactly sure how old Doris was. Fifty perhaps? Fifty would make her a good twenty years older than Marko. Apparently, her husband, Rick, had been a plumber. He’d done quite well for himself. He’d built up a good business and then he had sold it on to one of the national firms. His plan had been to work on for another five years and then take early retirement. But then, about six months after the deal had been done, he woke up one morning feeling a bit unwell. A couple of weeks later, he had died.

‘Rick’s plan,’ Doris told Marko, not long after he first moved in, ‘was for us to get place somewhere down on the South Coast. Rick liked the South Coast. But then, when he died, I thought: Why would I want to move? I quite like Harrow. Well … I like Harrow on the Hill, anyway. The Sudbury part, not so much.’

* * *

‘I hope you like wine,’ Doris said, when Marko went back downstairs. ‘Rick used to like beer. Lager usually. And Scotch on high feast days. But since he’s gone, I don’t tend to buy beer.’ Doris took a bottle of Tesco brand Pinot Grigio from the fridge and got a couple of glasses from one of the cupboards. ‘We may as well go through to the front room,’ she said. ‘It’s nice to get out of the kitchen from time to time.’

Marko had never been in Doris’s front room (as she called it). Whenever he came down to visit her, for whatever reason, they invariably gathered in her spacious kitchen-cum-diner, a room with all mod cons but nary a hint of pretension. At some point in the Georgian building’s past, the kitchen-diner would have been something else. But the front room, the sitting room, would have always been the front room.

Marko followed Doris into the room and waited while she looked around. ‘I suppose that we have to have social distance,’ she said. Marko was about to suggest that that might not be necessary – if they were going to share a bubble – but Doris made a decision. ‘Perhaps if you sit in the red chair … and I can sit on the couch.’ And then she handed Marko the wine. ‘Perhaps you can do the honours,’ she said.

Between the couch and the red armchair there was an exotic-looking ottoman. And, resting on the top of the ottoman, there was a sheet of lightly-smoked plate glass, turning the ottoman into a serviceable coffee table. Marko opened the wine bottle, poured some wine into each glass, and placed the glasses on the ottoman. ‘You have some nice things in here,’ Marko said.

Doris looked around the room as if she too was seeing it all for the first time. ‘I used to work for an antique dealer,’ she said. ‘Monty only dealt in proper antiques, items that were at least one hundred years old. Several of the bits and pieces in this room are items that came Monty’s way but didn’t meet his strict criteria. That chair you’re sitting in is from the 1930s. Even today it wouldn’t meet Monty’s rules. I didn’t care. Monty let me buy them for whatever they had cost him. Which was usually not very much.’

Marko nodded. ‘Well … it’s certainly comfortable,’ he said. And then he raised his glass. ‘Cheers,’ he said. ‘Here’s to our bubble.’

Doris raised her glass. ‘You hear that, Bruno? We’re now in a bubble.’

Presumably Bruno did Konya Escort Bayan hear, because he got up from his position, guarding the door, and went and made himself at home on Marko’s feet.

‘Bruno likes you,’ Doris told Marko. ‘He likes having you in his bubble.’

Fortunately, Marko quite liked Bruno. ‘How did Bruno acquire his name?’ Marko asked.

‘When he was a puppy, Rick thought he looked like a small bear.’

Marko could see that. ‘Yeah. He does a bit, doesn’t he? Perhaps a bit like a Sun Bear.’

‘What’s a Sun Bear?’

‘A sort of fatter version of Bruno.’

‘Bruno would be a fatter version of Bruno if I didn’t keep an eye on what he eats,’ Doris said. And she laughed.

Something happened that evening. Yes, the whole Covid and lockdown thing was definitely worrying, but having accepted that they were going to be confined to their own bubble for several days, possibly even for several weeks, Doris and Marko, landlady and tenant, got down to learning a bit more about each other.

‘This thing you’re studying,’ Doris said, ‘I suppose it’s like learning a whole new language, is it?’

Marko thought for a moment or two. ‘In some ways,’ he said. ‘But it’s mainly about learning to think in certain way. Machines are pretty fast; but they are also pretty dumb. They can only do things one step at time. The trick lies in working out how to get from A to Z in the least number of steps.’

‘Glad it’s you doing it and not me,’ Doris said.

After their second glass of wine, Marko suddenly realised what the time was. ‘Gosh. I have to go,’ he said. ‘I have to have an online chat with my tutor.’

‘At this hour?’

‘It’s a twenty-four-seven world,’ Marko told Doris.

‘OK. But we must do this again. It’s been fun.’

It had been fun.

* * *

The following morning, Marko ‘attended’ a Zoom lecture, worked on one of his assignments, and then, from one until five, he became ‘Hello, this is Marko; how may I help you?’ With two-thirds of London and the Home Counties suddenly working from home, the helpdesk was a lot busier than usual.

Shortly after four o’clock, just after Marko had talked a particularly-flustered woman through down-loading a series of driver updates, Doris knocked on his door. ‘I’m going to make a chicken curry,’ she said. ‘I’m hoping that you’ll join me.’

‘Umm … yeah. Chicken curry? I’d love to,’ Marko said. ‘What can I do?’

‘You don’t need to do anything,’ Doris said. ‘Just come down at about six. In fact earlier, if you like.’

‘Thank you. I’ll bring some wine. I’m on call until five, but maybe if I come down about half past, I could take Bruno for a walk. I feel that I need some fresh air.’

‘Bruno would like that,’ Doris said. ‘I’ll go and tell him to get ready.’ And she laughed.

* * *

When Marko stepped outside his door onto the landing, he felt as if he had just stepped into a spice emporium. Oh, yes! There was ginger in the air that night. And garlic. And cloves. And toasted coconut. And chilli. And turmeric. And cumin. And something sharp. Vinegar, perhaps? Or was it tamarind?

‘Something smells great,’ he said, when Doris answered her door.

Doris nodded. ‘Mmm. I hope so. Although I’ve decided to leave out the coriander. I hope you don’t mind. I don’t think that I like coriander anymore. Perhaps I never liked it. Or perhaps it never liked me.’

‘I’m not sure that I particularly like it either,’ Marko said.

‘Oh, good.’

‘I’ve brought a bottle of dry Riesling,’ Marko said. ‘It goes quite well with curry. At least I think it does.’

‘Try anything once,’ Doris said. ‘Well … most things, anyway.’ And she laughed. ‘I’ll put it in the fridge until you two get back.’

Funnily enough, Bruno seemed to understand that he was going to be taking his evening walk with Marko that evening, and he was already beside the door, waiting for his leash to be attached to his collar.

‘We shall return,’ Marko said.

‘I hope so,’ Doris said. ‘And be careful out there.’

* * *

Bruno seemed a bit confused when Marko put his mask on. Or was that just Marko’s imagination? Anyway, Bruno soon got used to the new masked Marko, and the bubble companions set off in the direction of Churchfields. Considering that everyone was supposed to be at home unless otherwise required, there were quite a few people out and about. Some were walking dogs; others were brisk walking, jogging, or riding bicycles. But there were hardly any cars. It was all a bit like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.

* * *

‘How did it go?’ Doris asked when they returned.

‘Fine,’ Marko said. ‘Although it’s a bit weird out there. A bit … well … spooky. Hardly a car anywhere.’

Doris frowned but nodded. ‘Oh, well,’ she said, ‘hopefully it will be all over before we have a chance to get used to it.’

Doris’s chicken curry – served with perfectly-cooked rice – was brilliant. She had also made a dark, tangy, tamarind-and-date Escort Konya chutney, and some naan flatbreads. Delicious.

‘This is excellent,’ Marko said. ‘You could open a restaurant.’

Doris laughed. ‘I don’t think so,’ she said. ‘I cook because I like to. If I had a restaurant, it would become too much like work. No, I think I’ll just keep cooking what I like, when I like.’

The dry Riesling went perfectly with the curry.

‘Rick always liked a good curry,’ Doris said. ‘He used to say that chilli was the best aphrodisiac there was. Lead in your pencil, he used to say.’ And she raised a finger in a suggestive way.

Marko laughed. Not that he disagreed. It just wasn’t something that he had expected Doris to say.

‘You don’t seem to have a girlfriend at the moment,’ Doris said. There was no hint of criticism in her comment. It was just an observation, pure and simple.

‘No,’ Marko said. ‘Not at the moment. Marion moved back to Toronto.’ And then he added, hastily: ‘She was Canadian. We met at university. She and I were never really that serious. We were never going to get married or anything like that. It was just … well … you know.’ And Marko smiled.

Doris nodded. ‘Oh, well,’ she said. And Doris smiled too.

Was it warm? Did Doris have the heating cranked up? Or was it just that they had been eating curry?

When they had started their supper, Doris’s button-front shirt dress had just had the top button unbuttoned. And then, at some stage – and without Marko really noticing – she had unbuttoned a second button. And now that they had finished eating, and they were just chatting and enjoying the wine, she somehow managed to have three buttons unbuttoned and Marko found himself looking at more than a little of her ample bra-clad breasts.

‘I have some ice cream in the freezer,’ Doris said. ‘But perhaps we should enjoy the wine first. What do you think?’

‘It sounds like a plan to me,’ Marko said.

‘Perhaps in the front room?’ Doris said. And without waiting for a reply, she gathered up her glass and the half-empty wine bottle, got up from the table, and led the way across the entrance hall to the sitting room. Marko followed.

Doris placed her glass and the wine bottle down on the ottoman. ‘We should have some music,’ she said. ‘Rick used to like to have music. Now that I’m on my own, I tend to forget to put it on. Do you like Scott Walker? And The Walker Brothers?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Marko said. ‘The name sounds sort of familiar.’

‘I’ll put on one of their records.’ Doris walked across to a cabinet with a bookcase above it and opened the doors. ‘Somewhere,’ she said. ‘Ah, yes. Here we are.’ And she opened a CD case, took out the CD, and slipped it into the CD player. ‘See what you think. We can always find something else if you don’t like it.’

The cello-rich string introduction sounded vaguely familiar. And very pleasant. And then there was a rich, mellow voice with just enough edge to it to save it from being yet another mushy crooner. And then the refrain. Yes, Marko recognised it now. There’s no regrets. No tears goodbye. ‘Oh, yes,’ Marko said. ‘Yes. And, yes, I do like it. I can remember my parents playing this.’

Doris smiled and nodded and returned to sit on the couch. ‘Come and sit beside me,’ she said. ‘We’re allowed to sit next to each other. We’re in the same bubble now.’

Marko went and joined her on the couch.

‘Is it warm?’ Doris asked, flouncing the skirt of her dress and letting fall so that it showed a hint of her stocking tops. ‘Or is it just because we have been eating curry?’

‘Warm? I would say it’s just about spot on,’ Marko said. ‘Although the curry probably helped. And very good curry it was too.’

‘Thank you,’ Doris said. They both took a sip of their wine. And then Doris said: ‘Do you miss having a girlfriend?’

‘Miss? Umm … I’m not sure,’ Marko said. ‘Actually, it might be a bit of a blessing at the moment. With everything else going on.’

‘You don’t miss it just a little bit?’

Marko smiled. ‘Well … yes. There are some things, of course.’

Doris nodded and took another sip of her wine. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes.’ And she nodded again. ‘I, umm, could … help … you know,’ she said. ‘If you would like me to.’

‘Help?’

‘I could give you a hand,’ she said. ‘Rick used to say that I was very good at giving a hand.’ And she sort of laughed – the way that people sometimes do when they are remembering something pleasant from another time.

Give him a hand? At first Marko wasn’t sure what she meant. But then he thought … But, no. Surely that wasn’t what Doris was suggesting. Was it?

‘It’s been a while now. But I’m sure it wouldn’t take me too long to get back into the swing of things,’ she said. ‘They say that you never forget.’

‘When you say give me a hand …?’

‘Give you a hand,’ Doris said. ‘You know.’ And she placed her hand on Marko’s crotch. ‘We could at least give it a try.’

And then it was Marko’s turn to laugh. Not because he didn’t want Doris to give him a hand. It might be rather nice if she did. It might be very nice if she did. It was just so unexpected. ‘Are you serious?’ Marko said.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘You want to …?’ And Marko mimed masturbating his cock.

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