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I looked at my letters and the letters on the board. My mind was becoming a whirling dervish of alcohol and lust. I concentrated and it finally came to me. But just before I began to put my word down.

“Hey wait a minute …. I knew I forgot something … I get to make a rule!”

Damn Her. I was hoping she was going to forget that.

“Okay, so what’s the rule?”

“How about … all shots done from this point on have to be body shots!”

“Woah … just hold on there … I’m not sure if that’s a good idea … I mean ..”

She just gave me that look and all hints of resistance melted from me.

“Okay …. Sure … Rules are Rules!”

But somehow that time spent with the rule making helped my mind a little … I decided I needed to stop pussy footing around … I was going to win …. I looked at the board again and my letters and it was if my mind was cleared of the fog. Using some of her letters, I built a word that traveled down to another double word score for a total of 65.

“Ha … Ha Ha … that’s 20 xhamster porno for you … I think I’d like you to do two shots!”, as I pulled off my belt and threw it on the floor, “And my rule is …. “, I had to think of something she might find uncomfortable. … my gaze fell upon the belt on the floor and then I remembered something she didn’t like “How about this … the drinkee gets to give the drinker as many licks with the belt as they do shots!”

“Hey, Charlie, y’know I don’t like that … I don’t like that rule!”

“Well, Syd, you know …. Rules are Rules … if you don’t like it … you can always give up!”, I smile a cheshire grin

“No, I’m not going to quit … so you wanna play that way huh … okay little boy lets see how you like this!”

Syd pushes me back on couch and straddles me …

“Whaaaat!!!”

“I’ve gotta do my shots …” She pours the liquid on my chest and laps it up like a cat, as she’s doing this she is grinding herself down onto my hardon. The next shot is slower yaşlı porno and she writhes above me a little more sensually, allowing her breast to graze against my chest, and her hips thrust a little more desparately, and her tongue slithers along my chest. After she is done. She looks up licking her lips.

“I guess it’s my turn now”

She let me up and began to comtemplate her letters. I could tell she was having a little trouble finding something because her forehead did her little cute wrinkling up. After awhile it decided her time was about up ….

“Tick Tock Tick Tock … Drink to think ….”

“Okay Okay … I guess all I can do is this ..”, She lays down a miniscule 25 …. I smile and just kick back proping my feet on the table.

“Well, Well … It looks like the table has turned …. And definitely in my favor … so what should be your sentence?”, I definitely had to look evil at this moment.

“C’mon Charlie, remember, a nice game …. And all ….”

“Yeah, Yeah … aldatma porno well, while I think of something why don’t you come over here and do a couple shots and then drink the rest in drinks ….”

She comes to me and pours the liquid on my chest, some of it leaking down my chest into my pants, she licks her way up and down my torso making sure she has every last drop. By this time, I did nothing to hide my engorged cock tenting in my pants. As she drinking her drinks, I come up with a rule

“From now on, the other has to take off the item of clothing!”

“Okay and what do you want me to do for …”, she gulps down her drinks and smiles,” … twenty minutes?”

“Well, first I think I need to give you a couple licks of the belt … “, I grab the belt,”… c’mere and bend over my lap!” She does and the smacking of the belt on her butt only matches her cries of pain.

“You didn’t have to do it so hard”, as she rubs her butt

“I didn’t … and now, I think I would like you to lay her on the couch and play with yourself for the next twenty minutes … but you have to follow my directions …”

“I remember this game … I like this game …. I just didn’t think you still had it in you ….”

“You always brought out the bad boy in me, Syd … now do what I say … time starts now …”

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As soon as I saw her walk thru the door I know I had to have her.

It was 1997 and I was in my late 20s and having experienced the 80s I had had A LOT of sex!

Brenda was tall and slim with perky tits and a tight ass. I had been given the privilege of training her at the restaurant we worked at. We worked our shift and got along great. Every chance I got I’d move in close to her and smell her hair while lightly brushing her ass.

We finished the shift and I asked her if she’d have a beer with me at our local down the street. She agreed.

We chatted for a couple of hours and got to know each other and every so often I’d steal a glance at her firm high riding boobs. We started to get a little “relaxed” and our knees began to touch as we became more comfortable with each other.

She excused herself to go use the pay phone (cell phones were virtually non-existent in those days) and since I had to piss I went downstairs after her. When I returned from the restroom she had just hung up the phone.

“Who were you talking to?” I asked.

“My boyfriend.” She replied.

“Excuse me?” I uttered, rather shocked by her response.

“We’ve been over for a while but he’s got money, so I hang around”.

I pondered her statement altyazılı seks for a few seconds and decided it didn’t matter; I just wanted to fuck this chick.

“Cool” was all I said.

We got back up to the bar and she ordered a couple of bourbons which we shot down quickly and continued our lust filled conversation.

Out of no where she put my hand on the stool she’s sitting on in front of me and begins to slowly grind her crotch against my knuckles.

She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my ear and began to moan. She kept grinding as I kissed her neck.

Realizing a bar wasn’t the greatest place to continue further I quickly paid the tab and whisked her up the street to my little bachelor pad a few blocks away.

I poured us some wine and we settled on the couch and continued where we’d left off at the bar.

Her breathing was labored as I began to kiss her all over her body removing single pieces of clothing as I ventured my way over every inch of skin. She was down to her sexy lace bra and panties when she stood up, and slowly removed my shirt.

She kissed and licked my nipples as she undid my jeans. She pulled off my pants and boxers and stood back for a moment to gaze upon anal porno my throbbing member.

I’m not going to embellish my endowment. I am 7″ with a huge mushroom head with plum sized balls. I suppose my “claim to fame” is the massive loads I can produce.

She dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck my balls while stoked my rock hard shaft.

I could see dollops of pre cum seeping from my slit, which she quickly noticed and wiped them down my pole lubing it up as she jacked me faster.

I stopped her at that point wanting to move on with my exploration of her body.

She got down on the bed and I laid beside her and undid her front clasping bra to get at those perky titties. They spilled out and my cock grew another inch instantly! She had the biggest hardest nipples I’d ever seen!

I rolled each of them between my fingers and she arched her back urging me to suck them.

I alternated between both nipples and she squirmed around on the bed writhing in ecstasy.

I moved my hand down to caress her thighs and slipped my hand inside her black lace panties. She had an extremely hairy bush and a huge clit.

I diddled her as she thrashed around on the bed and shoved a finger inside her cunt.

She anime porno was soaking wet. Her panties were lined with cream and I easily slid another two fingers into her hole.

I love a hairy pussy and the wetter the better. I moved down and began to eat her out for all I was worth. Her juices just streamed out of her as she came.

As her 4th orgasm was upon her I kneeled in front of her so that she could suck me as I continued to rub her massive clit.

I was hard as steel after a couple of minutes and decided it was time.

I rolled her over and placed her with her ass high in the air.

My dick was slick from all the sucking and her slit was still sopping wet.

I slid my cock into her slowly and I could feel her walls contracting around my shaft as if she were milking it of its contents.

I fucked her slow and deep but her silky wet chasm was just too much.

I knew I had to cum and Brenda sensed it.

She turned around and sat on the end of the bed, firmly grasped my shaft and began to furiously jack me off.

She massaged my huge balls while occasionally licking the pre cum from the tip.

My balls tightened and the head of my cock swelled as my orgasm consumed me.

Spurt after massive spurt erupted from my dick, filling her gullet with white hot jizz. I watched her swallow 3 or 4 times to get my entire giant load into her.

As the last rope of cum spit from my cock I picked her up and kissed her deeply.

I knew I had found my sexual soul mate.

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Stacy lifted her head off the float. A red mark ran down the side of her face where the seam had left an impression, and I tired desperately to hold back a smile. Stacy, however, was clearly not smiling. She stared at me through her dark sunglasses, and though I could not see through them, it was obvious her eyes were narrowed with accusation.

“Why do you ask?” She snapped suddenly. I quickly tried to back-peddle, but found myself simply back-stroking away from her in the pool, my eyes avoiding hers, and surveying Stacy’s backyard: The lounge chairs, the garden of lilacs, the silver BMW parked in the driveway that her mom drove.

“You saw her car when we got here, so you know she’s back.” Stacy added, her tone as sharp as before.

“I…well, I didn’t know. I thought maybe she flew and left her car here.” I muttered, still avoiding her gaze.

“To the city?”

“Well—“

“And why do you always ask questions about my mom?”

This time, a smile did escape me. I liked Stacy very much. She had been one of my closest friends since kindergarten, but this was one of the stupidest questions I had ever heard her ask. Why do you think I ask questions about your mom? I wanted to ask. Because she’s amazingly HOT! I disappeared beneath the surface of the water before I could yell these things; before I opened my mouth causing the destruction of a fifteen-year-old friendship. Was her mom really worth that? Sitting on the bottom of the pool, I pondered this and other questions until I needed air.

When I resurfaced, Stacy was out of the pool, drying her hair, and facing the other direction. My guilty conscience rose as I realized that Stacy never asked stupid questions. She had simply wanted to see my reaction to her question. The answer had sunk beneath the water: A TITANIC mistake on my part.

“Stace?” Nothing. “Stacey?”

She continued to ignore me, rigorously drying her hair to the extreme that I feared it would fall out. I swam up to the edge of the pool. The filter lid clapped loudly as if applauding my stupidity. I had asked Stacy if I could come home with her after school to go swimming; A question that at this point, I hardly had to ask. We were seniors in high school now. All grown up. Yet it was only September, and I didn’t need Stacy knowing I lusted after her mom with the rest of the school year ahead of us.

I watched Stacy, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t a bad looking girl by any means, standing about 5’4, with strawberry blond hair and a button nose. She was often dating one guy or another after realizing we weren’t going to “work out” as they say. Looking back, I wonder if she suspected then what I knew she knew now.

“You’re in love with my mom, aren’t you?”

Bingo, I thought.

“Look, Stacy, I know it might be wrong, but…”

“Might?” She shouted. “Might be wrong?” I sank a little lower in the water. “She’s my

mother!”

“Stacy, can’t you see…”

“Not to mention she’s 36!”

Now this was not a set back for me, as Stacy’s mom looked as if she could be in our senior class. She had given birth to Stacy at 18, and it was safe to say every other woman over 30 in town, was probably extremely jealous of her knockout looks.

As I was day dreaming, Stacy made a sound of disgust, tied her towel around her waist and marched towards the house. Turning once at the sliding glass door she yelled:

“You’d better be gone by the time I finish dressing!” And she disappeared inside, slamming the door behind her.

Well. That was it. For years, I had been hiding my secret desires for Stacy’s mom from her own daughter, and now the bubble had finally burst. I had lost my trust in Stacy, and as awful as it is to say, what was worse: I had lost any chance of winning the heart of her mom. Stacy’s beautiful mother would no doubt come charging out of the house, cursing at me for hurting her daughter.

Or…would she? I had never heard Stacy’s mother get upset, and the more I thought of it, the more I realized Stacy would probably be too embarrassed to mention anything to her mother about what I had said. And there was that summer afternoon when I was all but thirteen: A scrawny little teenager, just trying to make a buck by mowing the neighbor’s lawns. Stacy had told me her mother was interested in having me mow their lawn, and my heart pounded in my chest when the front door opened, and out stepped a vision of sex. Her mother had been in nothing but a soft white towel and matching slippers. Her hair, freshly blow-dried, hung in flowing waves over her naked shoulders. I instantly stopped dead in my tracks, the mower kicking off as I released the handle. Our eyes locked, and the only sound I could hear was the faint hum of bees in the garden and the pounding inside my under-developed chest. Then she pointed and with an almost in-audible whisper said: “You missed a spot over there.” But I didn’t even turn my head to see where she was pointing. I was utterly hypnotized. She smiled then, her ravishing smile, and sauntered altyazılı seks back inside the house.

I lay on Stacy’s float in Stacy’s swimming pool, at Stacy’s house, daydreaming of Stacy’s mom. All time seemed to stop, that I must not have heard Stacy’s Jetta peeling out of the driveway. But I did hear her voice; Her mother’s sweet voice, without any hint of anger or frustration.

“Well, there you are.” The voice said. And I almost fell off the tube. I looked up and saw the person of all my desires, standing at the far end of the pool. She wore a conservative business suit, which complemented her curvaceous body, and held two glasses.

“Thought you could use a drink.” She said, and I slipped off the float, and swam to her, like a sailor being drawn to the sound of the sirens.

She bent down to hold out my glass, and I could just glimpse the black lace of her bra down her blouse.

“Th-Thanks.” I stammered, and raised the glass to my lips. Lemonade. She was still treating me like a kid. I wanted to pull her into the pool and kiss her passionately and tell her “I’m not the little boy that I used to be.” This I did not do, but I did feel bold.

“What are you drinking?” I asked politely with a hint of sarcasm.

She paused and answered: “Gin and tonic.” I nodded. “You must know that I just got back from a three-day business trip in the city.” I nodded again. We both took sips. I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was much taller than Stacey…5’7, maybe, with long beautiful legs that I wanted wrapped around my waist. Her eyes were bright green, like sparkling emeralds, eyes that now could not remain in contact with mine.

“My daughter left here in quite a hurry.” She finally said. “Did anything happen?”

What? So Stacy didn’t say anything to her mom! But Stacy’s mom obviously new her daughter left upset.

“Yeah, she um…” I tried to think up an excuse for her leaving me here. “She…forgot her bag at school and had to…”

“Hush.” Stacy’s mom interrupted. “I know why she left. I think we both do, don’t we?”

At this, my jaw dropped. Was she implying…? I decided to play dumb.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling more cocky and confident now.

“Why don’t you get out of the pool and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.” She said after taking another sip of her drink. Hmm. I think I liked gin and tonics. I swam to the chrome ladder on the side of the pool, smiling the whole way, but when I touched the bars, I realized my cock had grown very stiff during our conversation. I was feeling confident, but not that much.

“Need some help?” She teased.

Aw hell with it, I thought, and gripping the ladder with both hands, hoisted myself up and out of the pool. The reaction of Stacy’s mom was quite obvious. She stared right at my bulging bathing suit, licking her bottom lip, and for a second, I about thought she’d spill her drink. I stood taller at this reaction. After all, I really wasn’t the little boy that she used to know. Her husband had left her just weeks before I mowed her lawn all those years ago, and I wished I had been the size then that I was now. Maybe she would have invited me inside.

Yet now she was. Before I knew it, she had taken my hand in hers and was leading me into the house! My heart raced, just as it had when I was fifteen, and I thought that at any minute, I would wake up in bed, with my boxers wet.

She led me into the living room and pointed to the couch Stacy and I had sat on so many times watching TV. But everything was different now. It could have been a new couch.

Her Mom took off her suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. Then she gazed down at me sitting there on the couch and smiled like she had the day I mowed her lawn. But this smile was even more seductive. She reached down and took my hand in hers and brought it to the top button of her heaving chest. Her eyes and her smile said “unbutton me” and that’s exactly what I did. With each button undone, I could see more of her lacy black bra, and as I had unbuttoned her completely, her flat, soft, tummy faced me.

Now she stood in her skirt, bra, and pumps, her hair flowing over one shoulder, and she tilted her head, smiling, and reached behind her back. My heart leapt in my chest as if hearing a starting gun for the 400-meter. This is it! As her bra dropped to the floor, my jaw dropped with it, and Stacy’s mom giggled. Her breasts were so beautiful; round and supple, firm yet soft, and her nipples pointed out to me, like two pink erasers. She took both my hands now and placed them on her tits, then closed her eyes as I began to feel, for the first time, this angel I had so wanted.

“Mmmmm” she moaned and then opening her eyes, her gaze turned from seductive to lust. She came to me, straddling me on the couch, her skirt riding up a little and her soft thighs touching mine. One hand combed through my damp hair, but it was her other hand that I watched. She lifted up her right breast so that her anal porno nipple was only inches from my lips. “Go ahead.” She whispered. “Suck on mommy.”

The words had such an impact that I instantly did as I was told, wrapping my lips around her and sucking like a nursing baby. This time, it was my turn to moan, although hers became louder, filling the house with her sound.

“MMmmmmm, Yessssssss” she sang, my tongue rolling in circles around her candy-like nipple, my hands squeezing all around it. And that’s when I felt it, a warm drop of liquid on my tongue. Stacy’s mom responded instantly, for she could feel it too. Her eyes looked down at me with embarrassment and shock, but still sucking, I looked back at her with need and want and love. I had tasted a drop of milk in my mouth, and given her expression, I could tell this had not happened in a real long time. But then she began to smile once again, taking my head in both of her hands, and pushing my lips against her tit.

“Drink baby. Mommy will nurse you.” I began to taste more drops. Somehow my sucking was jogging the memory of breastfeeding deep inside her, and after all these years, she had started producing milk again: Right here. This woman, this mother of my friend was nursing me, and I was swallowing every drop.

All of a sudden, her nipple popped out of my mouth with a wet sound, as Stacy’s mom fell to the left side of me on the couch. She was positioning herself, still holding me close. “Sorry baby, I wanted to lay down. Come here now.” She said softly, and I crawled up her body, kissing up her tummy, as I came to her other nipple already moist from milk. I fluttered my eyelashes over her, before taking her deep into my hungry mouth and she arched her back on the couch, giving me her milk.

By this point, my cock was practically ripping through my wet bathing suit, and I was soaking her skirt. “Where are my manners?” she asked, reading my mind, and somehow, at the same time, we repositioned ourselves so that I was lying with my back on the couch, and Stacy’s mom was straddling me. She kissed me long and wet on the mouth, and I could tell she liked tasting her milk on my lower lip, sucking long on it. Then she began nibbling down my chest, her teeth grazing over me, sending a tingling sensation all throughout my body.

When she got to my bathing suit, I watched breathlessly, hardly standing my own excitement. What she did next almost made me cum in my suit. She leaned over me, gripping my cock through my suit and opened her mouth around the head, and gently bit down on the most sensitive part of a man’s body. It didn’t hurt, but felt like a 1,000 volts of pleasure ripping through me. She giggled again, and slowly began tugging off my bathing suit. Enough games, I imaged her thinking. I want to see his cock. I helped, by lifting my ass up off the couch, as she slid my wet shorts all the way down my legs in one sweeping motion. Then she gasped. For several seconds she just stared down at me, her pouty lips trying to speak. Then she said: “My, you really have grown up, haven’t you?”

All I could do was nod and smile, and fight back an orgasm as she lowered her head and began to take my cock into her mouth.

She sucked and slurped my cock, and I arched my back at the sensation. She looked so good with her eyes shut and her lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft, and she must have known I was close to cumming several different time, because she would take me out of her mouth and flick the tip of her tongue teasingly over the head of my cock before sliding it back inside.

As she sucked, cupped my balls in her hands, tugging gently, and soon she began sliding her wet tongue down the back of my cock and started lapping at my balls. I tugged her hair, trying to push her head even closer. Then, trailing her tongue up my body she whispered in my ear:

“My name is Kirston.”

“Kirston.” I repeated the name like a child learning a new word. And the thought dawned on me that I had never known Stacy’s mom real name.

“Kir…

“But you can call me mommy.” She said and kissed my cheek. “Do you want to taste mommy’s pussy?” She purred. I nodded, and she stood, unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside. She wore a little black thong, which I removed myself, quickly peeling it off her and she moaned at my impatience. Placing her hands on the armrest above my head, she straddling me, with one foot was on the floor next to the couch and the other tucked on my side.

Her pussy was already dripping wet, and she lowered it down over my mouth. I quickly licked up the drops of nectar that were about to fall, then began to kiss and suck on her puffy pink lips.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s it baby, suck on mommy.” She cooed, and I obliged, now parting her lips and pushing my wet tongue deep inside her. She pushed herself lower and I felt my tongue slipping deeper inside. I could not have guessed that she had once given birth, because her pussy was so tight, the walls clasping my welcoming anime porno tongue, hugging it lovingly as if it had waited for this moment for many years.

She tasted so good; so sweet. My hands reached around and I felt Kirston’s beautiful ass for the first time. Two soft round cheeks and smooth as cream. I squeezed both cheeks in my hands as I sucked her clit between my lips, and I heard her gasp in surprise. Then she began to fuck my mouth. Gyrating her hips on top of me.

“Yessss!!! Ohhh, mmmmm, yesssss! I’m gonna cum!!

I kept slipping my tongue in and out, giving the inside and outside of her pussy equal attention, until I felt her thighs shake, and she let out the sexiest scream I had ever heard.

“Ahhhhh, I’m CUMMING!!!!!!

She suddenly flooded my mouth with warm spurts of juice that I hungrily gulped, then continued sucking and fucking her pussy, until she collapsed on top of my body, my cock only inches from her slit. She kissed my lips, tasting her cum, and we both breathed deeply.

“I want to fuck you.” I finally said, but she seemed to hesitate.

“We’ve been so bad already.” She said looking worried.

“But don’t you want me to—“

“Ohh yes, more than ever.” She said smiling, pressing her tits to my chest. I could tell she had already changed her mind. “But not here.”

Damn. Did we have to wait a week? A month? Meet at a hotel?

“In the bedroom.” She said softly, standing up.

I quickly got off the couch, and took her hand, this time leading her. We walked down the hall towards her bedroom. The room I had tried to peek inside so many times growing up, but never stepping inside. Now, I would finally get to see where…

Kirston stopped, and I turned to see what was wrong. She looked down at her feet for a moment like a little girl with a big secret. Then she spoke.

“No. Not that bedroom.”

She couldn’t mean…

“My daughter’s bed.” And she bit her lower lip, waiting for my response. Speechless, I could only nod, and she led me farther down the hall and into Stacy’s room. This was so naughty, but at the same time, so kinky I couldn’t back down. I would be fucking my best friend’s mom on her own bed!

We frantically pushed the stuffed animals off on to the floor and Kirston got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass in the air.

“Fuck me quick!” She pleaded. “Before I chicken out and we go into my room.” She said anxiously, looking back at me over her shoulder.

I moved behind her, grabbing her hips, the tip of my cock finding her dripping pussy in an instant.

“MMMmmm, yes, hurry!”

Then I pushed inside, and it was as if we had melted into one another. I almost came right then, it felt so good. “Harder!” she pleaded, and I began to thrust my cock in and out of her, as she moved her ass forward and back, the bedsprings squeaking.

“Yeah, you like fucking your friend’s mommy, don’t you Jordan?”

Oh my god! She said my name!

“You’re such a good motherfucker…I wish you were my son and could fuck me every day!”

“I will.” I grunted, pounding into her again, driving her face into her daughter’s pillows, my balls slapping her ass. She moaned and reached under, fingering her clit. I reached under and squeezed her tits, feeling the last drops of warm milk on my palms, her nipples like small pebbles.

Then she looked back at me, her tousled hair in her face and between thrusts asked:

“Do you….ughh…want to fuck….mmmmm..m..mmommys ass?”

It was a question I always dreamed I’d hear her say.

“Mmmm, you’re a naughty mommy, aren’t you?” I teased. “You want me deep in your butt?”

“Ohhhhh yessss! Fuck me in my ass!” And she slipped off my cock and reaching back, spread her luscious creamy cheeks. I could see her little pink asshole, and it looked very…

“Tight.” She finished my thought. “I’m sooo tight, so go slow.”

My cock was dripping from her juice, and I knew this would help. Inching up behind her, I took my cock in my hand and guided it to her naughty hole. As soon as she felt the head kiss her crack, she moaned into the pillow and pushed her ass back. I gazed at her asshole blossoming in front of me; opening for the head of my cock and swallowing it in. She felt so tight and so warm. Then she squeezed her ass, hugging the tip of cock and then relaxed, letting me inch deeper inside her butt.

“Mmmmm, that’s it baby. Fuck mommy’s ass.”

Inching my knees higher up on the bed, I pushed with my hips and felt my cock slide all the way up to the base. She whimpered as if in pain, but quickly started moaning once more.

“Soooo DEEP!” She screamed. “FUCK ME!!” OHH PLEASE FUCK ME!!”

This was it. I had passed the point of no return and I knew I was about to cum. She seemed to sense my cock throb inside her. “Cum in mommy’s ass baby!”

“I’m gonna….mmmmm…” I felt it rising deep inside me, about to explode.

“YES!”

“I’m gonna….mommmy….I’m GONNA ….UHH…I’m CUMMING!!”

“MMMMmm, CUM BABY!”

And I did. I erupted deep and tight inside her ass, torrents of warm cum shooting up inside her. She came seconds later, pushing her hips back, as I held her shoulders, thrusting again and again, her ass milking the last drops of cum, and our voices loud enough for the whole block to hear.

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Damon was wondering whether this had been a good idea. The distance from the railway station to the estate was just five miles, he had been told, but the unseasonably hot weather made it seem much longer. Still, it was good to stretch his legs after the long trip up from London in the crowded train, and he liked the idea of showing up a day early with just a backpack, his trunk scheduled to be delivered sometime tomorrow. Geoff was sure to be amused to see his American cousin show up this way!

An estate. He’d been fascinated when he heard that Geoff had married into a family situation that while not strictly speaking noble nevertheless made him and his wife inheritors of a centuries-old manor with dozens of rooms, set in the middle of almost a thousand acres of vast lawns bordered by pleasant, tame forests. There was even a fair-sized lake along the mile-long driveway leading to the mansion, according to the map that had been sent with the invitation to spend the week visiting with Geoff and his family before taking up his new position as a teacher at a school in Northumberland.

He finally reached the open gate on the border of the vast property. He sighed when he realized that after his five mile walk from the railway station, he still had another mile to go before he reached his destination. He took a swig from the water bottle he carried in his pack and set off along the winding driveway that curved ahead out of sight through the trees.

After walking what he judged was about a half mile he noticed light glinting through the trees just up the drive ahead. The lake! He had been looking forward to it as he walked, sweating from the heat. He hurried onto the immaculately maintained green sward between the drive and the water, and sat down near the shore in the shade of some trees. He admired the serene lake for a few minutes, then lay down in the grass and looked up at the clear sky. He closed his eyes.

* * *

“Hello? Hellooooo there!”

Damon looked up, disoriented as he emerged from sleep, momentarily forgetting where he was. Above him he saw bare legs under a short dress, and above that a smiling face looking down at him.

“Oh … must have dozed off there, sorry!” He got to his feet a bit awkwardly and

looked sheepishly at the girl standing in front of him. She was quite young and remarkably pretty, with tousled blond hair tied back haphazardly, and large blue eyes that were twinkling with amusement. She was almost as tall as he was, and the sleeveless summer shift she was wearing showed off her trim yet voluptuous figure.

“No need to apologize – from the look of you you needed a rest. Been walking far, have you?”

“Well, just from the railroad in town. I hadn’t expected it to be so hot today, though.”

“Yes, it is rather. Why don’t you go for a dip in the lake, it’s lovely really. That’s what I’ve come for.”

“Uh, well, I don’t have a bathing suit with me, so …”

“I don’t either – this is all the bathing costume I need …” She took a step back and pulled the thin dress over her head and tossed it on the ground. She stood before him now in only pink underwear, a pair of thin, brief panties and a translucent brassiere. She grinned at him. “Join me?”

Damon blushed and looked away. “I … uh … I don’t think, maybe I should just, I don’t know …”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” she said. “We are cousins, after all.”

“We’re … cousins?”

“Of course, silly, second cousins anyway! I heard you were coming today, so I thought I’d walk down to meet you.”

“Oh my God – Leticia! Is it really you, Letty?”

“Well, it is unless Mater and Pater had another brat they never told me about!”

“Oh my, the last time I saw you you were about this high …” He held his hand about three feet from the ground. “But that was what, about ten years ago I think.”

“Yes, well one does grow up, you know.” She clasped her hands behind her back and bit her lower lip as she looked at the ground. With her arms pulled back her high breasts were pushed forward provocatively, and despite his embarrassment Damon felt the stirrings of arousal. Letty looked up. “So what do you say, cuz – will you join me?” She briefly looked him over then gave him a playful grin. “Hot day like today, looks to me like you could use some cooling off!” She turned and strolled to the water’s edge. He gazed at her as she walked, mesmerized by the sensuous motion of her hips and pert derriere under the semi-transparent panties. She looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled. “Come on in, Damon, you’ll like it.” Then she strode into the water and moved off in a lazy side stroke.

Damon quickly stripped down to his briefs and was next to her in seconds. “Welcome, cuz,” she said, and kissed both his cheeks as they stood in the waist-deep water. Then she embraced him in an affectionate hug, pressing herself against him. He worried that she couldn’t have missed noticing his hardness.

“Mmm, the water’s so nice,” she said. She looked brazzers into his eyes. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Then she turned and swam rapidly out into the deeper water. Damon followed, keeping up with her as well as he could, but she kept just out of reach, laughing as she splashed him, diving under when he tried to splash her back. After a few minutes she swam to him and gave him another hug. “I’ve been so looking forward to your visit,” she said. “We’re going to have a glorious time!”

***

When they finally emerged from the lake Letty took a towel from the bag she’d brought with her and briefly dried herself off, then tossed it to Damon. He did his best to keep it in front of him as he wiped himself down, since his arousal was still evident, despite the cold water. If anything, it had grown, provoked by accidental touches from Letty during their horseplay in the water.

“Well, I don’t think I want to have these wet things under my dress walking home,” she said. “You can turn around if you want, if you’re shy …” She winked at him and reached behind her back to unclasp her brassiere. Damon’s eyes opened wide as he hastened to turn his back, but he couldn’t help catching a glimpse of her firm breasts and their erect, pink tips as the brassiere fell away. He stood uncertainly looking away as Letty removed her wet panties and put her dress back on.

“All clear,” she called, “decency has been restored!” Damon turned back as Letty stuffed her damp underwear into the bag. She looked at him, raising her eyebrows. “What about you?” she asked. “You going to slog up to the castle in your soggy knickers?”

“I, uh, well I guess not,” he said. He returned the towel to her, then stood irresolutely as she looked at him.

“Don’t worry,” she said, grinning, “I won’t look!” She covered her eyes as he turned away and stripped off his wet shorts and quickly got dressed.

“All set,” he said, smiling at her as she removed her hands from her eyes. “I guess I’ll continue on now – will you walk with me?”

“Of course,” she said, “that’s why I’m here, to be your escort!” He slipped into his backpack and as they began walking together up the long driveway Letty leaned over and whispered into his ear. “I peeked … nice bum!” She giggled and ran ahead of him, looking back over her shoulder mischievously. She held out her hand. “Well, do come along,” she said. “I want to hear all about you. Just what are you going to be teaching at that snotty school?” He laughed and took her hand as they strolled along the drive to the manor.

* * *

The house – Bythestone Manor – was every bit as impressive as Damon had imagined. From the grand staircase rising from the main entrance hall and branching off to the east and west wings of the upper floors, to the long, ornately decorated halls and passages lined with statuary and even a suit of armor here and there, the place was every bit as overwhelming and overdone as any set for a BBC Edwardian drama. After settling into the enormous bedroom that had been given him on the second floor, with its view over the immense east lawns, Damon wandered in the maze of intersecting hallways that connected grand spaces – libraries, bedroom suites, conservatories and performance salons – even becoming temporarily lost on occasion. His cousin Geoff was the same easy-going fellow he’d always been, though he seemed a bit embarrassed by the opulent luxury he now found himself in. His wife Alexandra was gracious and welcoming, but evidently accepted her privileged circumstances as nothing more than her due. Damon wondered at how Geoff had wound up with her, but in the end just shrugged it off – people were a mystery, they always surprised him.

Dinner that evening was in one of the smaller, more intimate dining rooms. Damon was seated by the butler with his hosts to his left and right, opposite a chair that was currently unoccupied.

“You’ll have to excuse Leticia,” Alexandra said as the butler filled their wine glasses, “she’s never very punctual I’m afraid.” As if on cue Letty came running into the room at that moment and flounced into the seat opposite Damon.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Had trouble getting this beastly new dress on.” She tugged at the rather low neckline of the sleeveless gown she was wearing.

“Well, this is hardly an appropriate way to greet your father’s cousin whom you haven’t seen in so many years,” Alexandra tutted.

“Actually,” said Damon, “we met earlier today when I was on my way here. Letty took it upon herself to be my guide.”

“Yes,” said Letty, “we’ve already seen quite a bit of each other.” She winked at Damon.

“So,” said Geoff, “what will you be teaching this time around? I seem to remember you were quite keen on digging into folklore years ago.”

“Well, strictly speaking I’m to be an upper form English teacher, but of course that gives me quite a bit of latitude in choosing the material I’d like to inflict on my poor students. I’m in the process of putting together a syllabus, which cuckold porno I’ll be able to complete when my trunk arrives tomorrow.”

“Well, I hope you’re not going to be working all the time,” said Letty. “I’m home from school on break, and so should you be until you have to go see to those brats at the hoity-toity school.”

“Leticia!”

“Well they are pretty snobby there, Mother, you should know – that’s what you used to say, and you went there!”

“Times change,” said Geoff, “and besides, you don’t want to prejudice poor cousin Damon here before he’s even started.”

“I suppose,” said Letty. She leaned towards Damon. “I’m sure you’ll be able to turn them into brilliant scholars, cuz! Too bad I don’t attend there, I think it would be fun studying under cousin Damon.” She smiled at him as she took a sip of wine.

“Wine, Leticia?” said Alexandra. “When did it become acceptable for you to …”

“Oh, really, Mother,” Letty interrupted, “have you forgotten what day this is?” She turned to Damon. “Actually, we’re celebrating tonight! Not only have you come to visit us, but today is my birthday – isn’t that a smashing coincidence? I’m eighteen now, just in time for starting university in the fall.”

“Well, congratulations,” said Damon, raising his glass. “Here’s to Leticia, our freshly minted adult!”

Letty laughed and raised her glass to join the toast, as did Geoff. “And here’s to cousin Damon, whom I hope to get to know better,” she said. Alexandra just frowned and sipped her wine. “A lot better,” Letty added.

After the dessert, a lavishly decorated birthday cake in honor of Leticia, served with appropriate ceremony by Mr. MacStoker the butler, Letty put down her fork and addressed Damon in a mock serious tone, adopting an upper-class accent that suffered a bit from the unaccustomed wine she’d downed.

“Because you knew nothing of my birthday when you arrived, cousin, I shan’t hold you responsible for neglecting to bestow upon me the customary presents.” Damon and Geoff laughed, while Alexandra just rolled her eyes. “However,” she added quickly, “in lieu of such material generosity I think I’m entitled to ask of you a boon, which you as a scholar are singularly in a position to bestow.”

Geoff leaned over to Damon and said in a loud stage whisper, “She’s taken an acting class – can you tell?” Letty scrunched her mouth to the side and frowned at him disapprovingly.

Damon smiled and looked at her, spreading his hands in acceptance. “I am at your disposal, my lady – how may I help?”

“Well,” she said, “it’s like this – I wanna pick your brains!” She hiccupped.

Damon smiled. “Such as they are, they are at your disposal – pick away.”

“Okay,” she said, quickly wiping her mouth with her napkin and leaning across the table towards him. “I was talking with some of my mates at school just before we left on leave, and one of them said she wouldn’t be surprised if there were a ghost living here in this pile of a house. They’re always making fun of me because of where I live.” Alexandra sniffed her disapproval, but Letty ignored her. “Anyway, this friend – Gwen, it was – said if I’m lucky it’s an incubus. The car arrived just then to pick me up, so I wasn’t able to ask her what she meant. So please tell me, dear cuz – just what is an ‘incubus’?”

Damon raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Well, your friend was right, the incubus is in fact a kind of a ghost, or maybe more of a demon.”

“A demon?” said Letty, her eyes wide.

“Yes, but a special kind of one. The idea is very old, going back at least to ancient Mesopotamia, where it was mentioned in the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

“Special?” asked Letty. “How?”

“Well,” said Damon, casting a cautious glance at Alexandra, “the incubus was said to be a spirit that would – uh, visit – young women at night.”

“Visit?” said Letty eagerly. “You mean, like, in bed?”

“Yes. The word derives from the Latin ‘incubare’, which means ‘to lie upon’.”

“Oh, that Gwen! It would be her that knows about that, she’s such a little … but anyway, what else?”

“Well, the incubus was believed to visit – lie with – women at night as they slept, and in fact could sometimes impregnate them.”

“Oh, really,” cried Alexandra, “must we discuss such matters at dinner? Filthy old superstitions are hardly things we should dignify with our attention today.”

“Superstitions, certainly,” said Damon seriously, “but the idea is touched on in early Christian thought as well, no doubt inherited from the older legends. Augustine believed in the possibility of the existence of incubi, because of the numerous accounts of them, and St. Thomas Aquinas thought that women could in fact become pregnant from an incubus, not from the demon itself but from seed stolen from a man.”

“Saint Thomas thought that?” said Alexandra. “Well, he was a Catholic, after all. Not Church of England.” The others stared at her.

“No kidding, Mother,” sighed Letty. “The Church czech porno of England didn’t exist yet.” Alexandra responded with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Damon was warming to the subject. “Even King James I of England …”

“As in the King James Bible?” interrupted Geoff.

“Yes, the very same. He wrote a book – ‘Daemonologie’ – in which he stated that the incubus might either be a demon that delivers sperm to a woman stolen from a man, mirroring Aquinas’ position, or possibly a corpse possessed by a devil that rises and attacks a woman in her bed.

“Gross!” cried Letty. “Oh, I do hope that’s not the sort we have in this house!”

“Oh, Leticia, please,” said Alexandra. “We have no demon of any sort here! I shall have to have a word with Gwendolyn’s mother about her daughter’s unfortunate imagination.”

“Just about every culture on earth has some form of the legend,” continued Damon. “The Swedes, for example, imagined a kind of goblin, called a mare, that would sit upon a man’s chest as he slept, making it difficult for him to breathe and giving him nightmares. It was probably inspired by the phenomenon of sleep paralysis.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of that,” said Geoff. “People sometimes see things as well, hypno…, hypno…”

“Hypnogogues,” said Damon. “A form of hallucination that probably really terrified folks in the Middle Ages who saw malevolent spirits behind every rock and tree!” He took another sip of wine and continued his lecture. “Even in the present day it’s a popular theme in literature, the gothic and horror genres principally, and often appeared in Victorian stories during the nineteenth century. In one well-known tale a man claimed to have trapped an incubus that had been annoying the fiancé of a friend. They somehow managed to trap it under a net of some sort, then killed it – I don’t recall how.”

“That was mean!” protested Letty.

“Yes, well the lady it had been annoying evidently wasn’t sorry to see the end of it! Actually, it was invisible, even when dead, so they made a plaster cast of it to see what it looked like.”

“Clever!” laughed Geoff.

“So what did it look like?” Letty whispered.

“Pretty evil-looking customer – rail-thin and wiry, with lots of nasty sharp teeth. They put it in storage, I think, or maybe disposed of it; don’t really remember.”

“Quite a tale,” said Geoff.

“Creepy!” said Letty, shivering.

“Fiction,” said Damon. “Don’t forget that.”

Alexandra looked a bit pale. “Well,” she said, clearing her throat, “this is all very interesting, I’m sure, but I must leave you to discuss tomorrow’s menu with cook.” She rose from the table. “It’s been charming to meet you, Damon, I do hope you enjoy your visit with us. And Leticia, please don’t stay up too late – you may be eighteen now, but you are still young enough to need your beauty rest!” She smiled briefly and passed from the dining room into the kitchen.

After her mother had gone, Leticia sat thinking for a few moments.

“So,” she said, “if an incubus is something that – visits – a girl at night, is there some kind of female thing that comes to visit a man in bed? You know, the same but it’s a lady ghost?” She looked across the table at Damon, biting her lower lip.

“Well, as a matter of fact there is,” said Damon. “It was called a ‘succubus’.”

Letty’s mouth dropped open. “Suck you …?” she said, her eyes wide.

“Yes, a succubus. Again, it’s from Latin, ‘succubare’, meaning ‘to lie under’.”

“Obvious difference,” said Geoff, “interesting. It’s an old legend, too, I gather?”

“Oh yes,” said Damon, “at least as old as the incubus. Sometimes they were considered different forms of the same demon – the succubus would steal a man’s seed, then deliver it to a woman as an incubus. The offspring would then be a kind of semi-demon or changeling. In ancient Jewish lore Lilith is sometimes taken to be the first succubus.”

“Lilith?” said Letty. “Wasn’t she Frazier’s old wife on TV?”

Damon laughed. “Actually, Lilith was Adam’s first wife.”

“Adam in the Bible? He had another wife?” asked Geoff.

“Yes, in an older form of the Genesis story that didn’t make it into the Old Testament. She was created from the same dust or clay that Adam was. Because of that she considered herself equal to Adam, and got angry when told she had to be subservient to him. So, she went off to live by herself in a cave, and Eve was then created from one of Adam’s ribs, making her naturally dependent on him – subservient in other words.”

“Fascinatin’,” said Geoff. “So as well as being the first wife and the first succubus she evidently was also the first feminist, eh? Would have burned her bra if they had ’em back then.”

“Oh, Lilith is so cool!” cried Letty. “Bras are such a bother. Bet she didn’t care for ‘lying underneath’, either. But I do like that name – ‘suck you’ – it’s ever so much more expressive than ‘ink you’, don’t you think?” She giggled and reached for her wine glass. Seeing that it was empty she turned it upside down and pouted. “Oh, pooh!”

“Well, on that note I think it’s time you followed your mother’s admonition and repaired to bed, my dear girl,” said Geoff. “And I’m sure Damon is tired as well, after the long day he’s had.”

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I’d known Helen for over a year, and from the first time I set eyes on her I couldn’t get her out of my mind. It wasn’t surprising since by anyone’s standards she was an eye-catcher. Long, shiny, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and the tight jeans she wore always showed off her gorgeous bottom at its best. With her waif like figure I’m sure she could have been a model if she had wanted. Luckily for me, however, she chose college instead.

Despite the fact she was the principle object of desire for most of the boys on our course, nobody ever got anywhere with her. This was partly due to the way she didn’t socialise with the rest of us. She was by far the best student in the class, and while everyone else would spend their free periods messing about in the pool room, she’d be in the library doing extra work. From time to time someone would try to chat her up, but they would never have any luck. She didn’t show much interest in boys. To be honest, I didn’t think anyone stood a chance with her. Anyone except for me that is. Deep down I always knew Helen was my destiny.

My big breakthrough came at one of our college parties. It was only a week after my 18th birthday, and several days of heavy drinking had taken it’s toll. While everyone else was enjoying themselves, I was propped up against a wall feeling ever so slightly queasy. It was almost by accident that I ended up talking to Helen for most of the night. Like me, she didn’t seem to be enjoying herself too much and we gravitated to one another because neither of us was in a dancing mood. Initially the conversation revolved around Physics, like it always did with Helen. That didn’t bother me because I knew I’d have to start somewhere. With a bit of luck this would be the first step towards getting into her pants. Even if it wasn’t, at least I had finally got to grips with complexities of the Doppler Effect.

We decided to leave early and shared a taxi home. When we got back to her place Helen got out, said goodnight, then suddenly turned round to say something else. For a moment I was sure she was going to make a move on me, but before she did she paused and clearly had second thoughts.

“If you’re not in class tomorrow you can borrow my notes, if you want.” She said it with the kind of hesitancy that you don’t normally associate with a polite enquiry. I knew I’d have to make my move then and there. If I didn’t strike now I might not get another chance, never mind a better one.

“Helen?” I said, as I squeezed out of the taxi door she was carelessly closing behind her.

“Yes?”

I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so plucking up as much courage as I could, I clumsily lunged forward to kiss her. Not knowing what to expect, I latched on to her lips with the sole intention of hanging onto them for as long as possible. Nothing happened. No slap in the face. No rampant groping as Helen finally realised I was the only man for her. It was quite disappointing really. I was left with no choice other than to disengage from her face and find out exactly what was going on.

As I moved away I was relived to see she that she seemed happy. Very happy in fact. A look of spaced-out joy had spread across her face, although for the life of me I don’t know why. Even if it was her first kiss, I’d have to say it wasn’t up to much. I was in that awful ‘shall I use tongues?’ predicament, which rather detracted from the passion a little, and Helen had spent the whole encounter giving less response than a dead fish. Not that I cared in the slightest. The only thing that mattered to me was that, finally, I was making progress. Suddenly the possibility of fucking Helen seemed real.

Over the next few days we saw a lot of each other. The more time we spent together, the more desperate I was to have her. To my relief I didn’t have to wait long. It was a Tuesday morning and our classes had finished early. At one time this would have been an open invitation to waste a day playing 9-ball, however, this time I was off to the library instead. Just as I was about to enter the revolving doors into the college library altyazılı porno I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Helen.

“You can come round my place to do your work, if you like.” Again, for such an innocent statement she sounded incredibly nervous saying it. I hoped for all I was worth that she had a hidden agenda.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied, trying to stay calm.

Five minutes later we were on the bus back to her place. I hardly said a word all the way. My heart was racing and all I could think of was how to get her into bed. The opportunity was definitely there, I just had to make sure I didn’t blow it. My head was filled with visions of what she’d look like naked. I’d had the same thoughts a thousand times before but now I couldn’t get rid of them. The last thing I needed was I sudden loss of composure. I had to get my head straight, and fast.

When we got to her place things changed. Without warning, Helen started to make all the running. This wasn’t expected at all. First she made coffee, then she asked if we could have a little break before doing any work, then finally, she asked me up to her room to ‘listen to some music.’ I knew then we were going to end up in bed together, but the inevitability of the situation only made me more nervous. This was what I had wanted for so long, but now I wasn’t sure I was up to it. My previous experiences had been fumblings in the dark which hadn’t exactly lived up to expectations. This time I wanted to get everything right. A year of research on Helen had told me that despite her being 18, this was almost certainly her first time. I wanted it to be memorable for her. Memorable for all the right reasons that is. I didn’t want to be remembered as the bumbling fool who stole her cherry in less time than it takes to change a light bulb. I owed it to myself to put on a performance to be proud of. I hadn’t spent a year of underhand scheming and planning for this to be over in 30 seconds. I could only hope I’d learned from my mistakes.

We talked for a while as we drank our coffee, all the time I was trying to keep my mind off sex. I started rummaging through her CD collection, hoping it would calm me down. It seemed to do the trick. At last my heart beat slowed and I could think straight. This had to be the moment where I made my move. After all the effort I’d put into building up to this day, I wasn’t going to let Helen be the one to seduce me.

I put my arms around her and pulled her onto the bed. As soon as we started kissing I could feel my cock harden again. This made things very awkward. The last thing I wanted was for Helen to feel my cock pressing against her. Well, not just yet anyway. I placed a hand on her hip and began to rub it. When she didn’t object I took the opportunity to go further. I pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans and slid my hand up, slowly caressing her from the top of the thigh to the bottom of her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, a real turn on. I was amazed that I could I find such a simple thing so erotic. Until then I’d only been interested in the obvious parts of a woman’s anatomy. It was at this point Helen pulled away from me. For a moment I thought I’d gone too far. Instead she was simply untying her hair.

“Do you want to make love to me?” This time she was speaking in such a matter of fact way it beggared belief.

“Yeah. If you want to.” Hardly the most enthusiastic of responses, I know, but what was I supposed to say to such a stupid question?

Helen walked towards me, still shaking her hair loose. As it was set free it formed a frame around her face, somehow enhancing her already pretty features. She was wearing a tight, white T-shirt which appeared to be stuck to her skin, and not leaving much to the imagination. However, the little it did leave was still far too much for my liking. I pulled it over her head to reveal her plain white bra. Even though her breasts were little more than bee stings they seemed perfect, and matched her slender frame.

I undid her jeans and slid my hands down, seeking the front of her panties. I was greeted zenci porno with a handful of soaking wet cotton. It was almost too much for me, and if I hadn’t quickly removed my hand I probably would have cum on the spot. Wasting no time, I pulled off her jeans and rested my face on her flat stomach. After regaining a degree of composure, I turned my attention to removing what remained of her clothing. Awkwardly, I unhooked her bra. Even though I tried to show some restraint I couldn’t stop myself feasting on her breasts. Occasionally I’d glance up to see her pretty little face smiling back at me. I’d have happily spent all day flicking her erect nipples with my tongue but I knew we didn’t have that long.

I gently eased her legs apart and placed my face between her thighs. With my tongue I traced over the outline of her slit, through her sticky panties. The smell of her juices was so enchanting I had to get them off. I couldn’t bear the thought of that flimsy barrier separating me from her moist pussy lips any longer. Slowly, I rolled them all the way down, my eyes nearly popping out of my head as I caught my first glimpse of her muff. It was perfect. Her pubic hair was a forest of fine blonde pubes which sparingly covered her groin. Her pink fleshy lips contrasted beautifully with her snow white skin.

With one deep breathe I buried my face straight into her wet snatch. I frantically began to eat her, dividing my time evenly between her pussy and clitoris. The occasional moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth which spurred me on even more. I could tell she was holding back and enjoying it more than she was letting on. If I had carried on licking I’m sure she would have cum before too long, but I wanted to make her wait. Things were going well and I didn’t want them to stop.

I lifted her legs into the air to access her gorgeous bottom. I gently spread her buttocks apart and probed her ass with my tongue. As I pressed on rosebud she let out the odd giggle of delight. To be honest, I didn’t care if she enjoyed it or not. For the past year every time she had walked past me my eyes were fixed on her ass, so now I had my chance, I was desperate to indulge myself.

By now I could wait no longer and I needed some relief. I knew if I attempted penetration it would be a disaster. Self-control was a problem at the best of times. The only way out I could see was waving my cock in front of her in the hope she would respond. I should have just asked her to suck me off, but I was too shy back then. Luckily she took the bait and began stroking my dick. Helen struggled at first to come to terms with my foreskin and kept pulling it back too far. Although it was a bit painful I didn’t mind, and in some ways it made it even more enjoyable. Being the keen student she was, Helen quickly learned and grew in confidence. It wasn’t long before she took my tip into her mouth. Again it took a while for her to adjust, but gradually she swallowed more and more. Before I knew it, she had crammed her mouth with cock and I was on receiving end of an expert blow job.

Just as I was coming to terms with the sensation spreading from my dick, Helen grabbed my balls and squeezed them firmly. Squeezing and tugging, again she was a little unsure and rough, but it was enough to send me to the edge. I warned her I was about to cum, giving her plenty of notice I was about to fill her mouth. To my surprise she moved away completely and I was left with no option but to finish the job myself. She watched from the other end of the bed as I beat myself into a frenzy. It only took a few strokes to send my seed flying across the room. Some landed on Helen, the rest made a mess over the bed and sheets. I suppose I could have controlled myself better, but it didn’t seem much of a priority at the time.

The look on Helen’s face was one of pure shock. She clearly hadn’t expected it to be such a messy business, although she seemed happy enough. As I gasped for breath, her hand started to run down my gleaming shaft, which by now was slowly deflating. For a while I worried aldatma porno I might not get it up again. I don’t know why since impotence doesn’t normally effect 18 year olds.

Even though the room stunk of cum, I could still faintly make out the pungent odour of Helen’s virgin pussy calling to me. This reminded me I still had unfinished business to deal with. I nestled my head between her legs and began lapping at her juices again. This time she was even more sticky, although just as sweet as before. It didn’t take long to work her up. Her hands pressed my head even harder into her mound, almost suffocating me in the process. No matter how frantically I ate neither of us could get enough.

Helen began desperately bucking back into my face, searching for the relief I wanted to give her. Eventually her breathing reached a climax and her grip on my head loosened. Knowing that I’d done my job allowed me to relax for the first time that afternoon. I moved my head out of her lap and we shared a long, passionate kiss. We lay next to one another for what seemed like an age. All we did was kiss and giggle like a couple of innocents, which I suppose we were. Of course, I was determined Helen wouldn’t remain innocent for too much longer. That thought got me back into action again, and this time I was going all the way.

I pulled myself away and took one last look at Helen. My jaw dropped at the sight. She was lying on the bed, her legs wide apart, offering herself to me. All the time her cute face was smiling back with an almost angelic grin. Helen had always been beautiful, but never more so than that moment. It was almost with reluctance that I moved myself into position. After a moments hesitation I plunged the bulbous head of my cock into her expectant pussy. A little gasp greeted my entrance but Helen encouraged me to keep going. Worried it might be hurting, I tentatively fed her a little more of my length.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

She nodded gently and her smile grew broader. I tried a few gentle thrusts. This brought more than a smile to her face, and she let out a low pitched groan. Still using only a fraction of my length, I increased the velocity of my strokes ever so slightly. Patiently feeding her more cock until her hungry pussy had accommodated every last millimetre I had to offer. Her breathing became deeper and deeper, gently blowing into my face. I was bewildered how I could find something so minor as breathing such a turn on.

I was still pumping fairly slowly and I needed to up the pace if we were ever going to reach orgasm. Faster and faster I went, hoping it wouldn’t be long for us both. The feel of her hot skin touching me was bringing me closer to climax. It was pure ecstasy. As her breathing became deeper, my buttocks clenched in anticipation. I realised I could cum at any moment, I just needed to hang on that little bit longer for Helen. I kept going, the orgasm growing in both of us. The stirring feeling in my groin was building steadily, my stomach filling with butterflies. Helen’s snow white skin was by now a throbbing shade of red, her hair partly covering her face. I brushed it away with my cheek so I could see her properly. As my face touched hers I felt her body tense beneath me. Her hips raised up slightly as her body began to writhe in orgasm.

I knew I no longer needed to hold back. For a few moments I allowed myself to fully enjoy Helen’s body without the worry of firing off too soon. I was able to look at her, hear her and feel her as much as I wanted. Those few moments were perfect and I was desperate for it to continue. All too soon however, my body tensed up again and I knew this was it. No matter what I did, I couldn’t wait any longer. With one final thrust I exploded into Helen. My face rested on her head, and I grunted as spurt after spurt semen was released deep inside her body.

Afterwards we only had a few minutes to ourselves. Helen was worried her mother would be back soon and so wanted everything tidy. We spent a while mopping up any suspicious looking fluids, making the bed, and doing our best to get rid of the smell of sex from her room. It wasn’t the way I wanted it to end. I’d have liked to have done it again that afternoon, or at least have spent more time in bed. I was still happy though. For the first time I could see what all the fuss about sex was.

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Author’s note: This has been part of Literotica’s inofficial Tag Team Competition and was written by Zeb_Carter and me. Zeb was so kind and allowed me to keep the story, but I need to make it abundantly clear that without him, the story would only be half as good. Thank you!

Story Note: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD’s, no AIDS and where sex is a joyful and happy experience. The authors have also taken literary license with some transportation destinations.

– – The Big Catch – –

Outside, it was oppressively hot. The old air conditioning unit fought valiantly to keep the office of JJ Courier Service hospitable. Janet Cameron and Jason Schroeder were both in the office. This wasn’t unusual when they had just finished a job. They were co-owners, managers and the sole employees of JJ Courier Service. Their motto, “You have it, we move it.” Concise and to the point, just as they hoped their service would be

Jason sat with his big feet up on his desk. He was holding a Guns and Ammo magazine in his large hands, yet was gazing over the magazine at his partner Janet who he affectionately called Jay. They had only been in business together a short time. Reaching to his right hip, he adjusted the SiG 226 that rested there in its quick draw tactical holster. Janet really didn’t like him wearing it in the office, but he had grown so used to having its weight on his hip he felt naked without it. Serving your country in a war zone forms such habits. Jason, during times of inactivity, always found himself enthralled by his pretty partner. Her auburn hair, cut in a cute bob, streaked with red highlights, fit her delicate features just perfectly. Her bright blue eyes always held his attention any time they turned their gaze toward him.

Janet was squinting at her computer monitor as she read the latest news on the new mega processor that a Japanese manufacturer had just announced. She smiled when she found that it wouldn’t be ready for market for another five years. She knew her ex-employer had a similar processor ready for release in the next year, in which she was heavily invested. Having graduated MIT with honors, she had worked at several firms that were looking to utilize her skills with computers and microcircuits. She, on the other hand, was looking for something different in her life. She met Jason at a company mixer. He worked in security after leaving the military when the US troops pulled out of Afghanistan. They hit it off. Just friends for now and eventually they started talking about starting their own business.

Neither one of them knew exactly what they would like do. Then Janet saw an ad in the paper. It said that a courier service was for sale due to the death of the owner. Jason looked into it and they decided to buy it. They renamed it and started to solicit customers. At first they took everything they could. Most of the time they were just a messenger service stand-in, criss-crossing New York with documents and such from one company to another. It paid well enough, but jobs like that held no adventure.

She could feel Jason’s eyes on her, but she was comfortable enough with him to ignore him for the moment. He was a hunk, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and fit. His light shirt fit so tight, she could see the six-pack he sported. Yet he was also her business partner and she wasn’t quite sure if she was anything to him. Given the proper circumstances, she thought, she might find herself in his bed to both their enjoyment.

“Jason, can I ask you a question?” Janet asked looking up at him.

“Sure sweets, anything you want,” Jason replied glibly while pretending to read his magazine.

“Are you really reading that or are you just using it as a shield to sneak a peek at my tits?”

“What? Of course I’m reading it,” Jason said in mock annoyance.

“Then why is it upside down?”

Looking at the magazine in his hand, Jason threw it down on his desk and grunted. Janet laughed as she went back to her computer screen. Teasing Jason was just too much fun. The phone rang and she picked it up.

“JJ Courier Service, you have it, we move it,” Janet said. “How may I help you?”

“Is Jay Jay there?” the voice at the other end asked.

“Speaking.”

“Huh, I thought Jay Jay was a man?”

“Nope, I’m her,” Janet said contritely.

“Fine. I have a job for you. Meet me at my shop in twenty minutes. 33 Central Park West. Scarletti Jewelers. Forth floor.”

“Got it. See you in twenty minutes,” Janet said and hung up.

“Job?” Jason asked.

“Yep. A jeweler up on Central Park West.”

“Classy.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The two gathered their things and headed out. It would take them twenty minutes to get there from the Lower East Side. Out on Avenue C they grabbed a cab. Neither of them owned a car, so far they had been fine using taxi cabs within the city. For longer distances they rented a car. Traffic was thick but they made it on time. Janet paid the cabbie and they left Escort Eryaman the car.

“So, today you’re Jay Jay, eh?” Jason asked with a playful grin when the cab drove off.

Janet tucked her purse away and nodded.

“Last time it was you. Those secretaries were all over you when we picked up the documents from that consulting firm. High time for me to have some fun,” she replied.

“Sure, knock yourself out. Leaves me some time to grab a bite. If anything comes up, just yell,” Jason said, eyeing a nearby hot-dog stand.

“Great, Be back in ten or so,” Janet said, entering the building.

She found the door to the jewelry store locked. Knocking, Janet waited impatiently. A man, tall, dark olive skin, black wavy hair, rushed from behind the counter at the back. He held keys in his hand and fumbled a little as he fit one in the lock on the door.

“Jay Jay,” he asked opening the door wide.

“I am,” Janet said raising an eyebrow to his astonished look.

“Ah, I wasn’t…come in, please,” he said standing aside to let her pass.

Waiting for him to lock the door, Janet looked around the small shop. It was elegant and glass cases lined the walls. They were filled with what appeared to be fine jewelry. Diamond rings on the right, diamond and gold bracelets on the left and all manner of necklaces along the back wall. All expensive looking, all giving Janet goose bumps. After all what woman didn’t like diamonds and gold?

“Miss Jay Jay…”

“Just Jay will do, Mister Scarletti,” Janet told him.

“Jay, please follow me,” he said, stepping behind the case at the back of the shop. She followed, watching and observing. A trait Jason had taught her.

They went through a door to a back room set up as a work area. One door lead to god-knows-where. On a bench along the wall was an elegant wooden box made of burl wood and stained a dark cherry. The top stood open, a beautiful gem encrusted necklace was displayed on a satin cushion.

“This is the necklace I need you to get to San Francisco. You have six days.”

“No problem, a flight to San Fran should take but six hours or so…”

“No, no air travel.”

“Huh?” Janet grunted.

“As you can see there are three pieces of amber on the necklace. Each of them is from the Jurassic period. Each has a series of small bubbles of air from that period. It is believed that if the necklace was to rise ten thousand feet above sea level the pressure in the bubbles could fracture the amber resulting in a catastrophic loss of value.”

“I see. Then how do we get it…”

“I have booked you passage on a train out of Penn Station.” Scarletti handed her an envelope. “The train leaves at six tonight. I have you in a double berth, it was the only thing available.”

“I see. Good as I will have my security chief traveling with me. Can never be too careful.”

“Magnifico. Now if you would wait out in the display area while I get the package ready?”

“Of course.” Janet turned and left the work area. Scarletti closed and locked the door behind her. Janet used the time to look closer at some of the displayed pieces. Scarletti’s work looked clean and classy. The rings and bracelets conveyed an air of luxury without being overly gaudy, the sign of true craftsmanship.

Suddenly, something thumped loudly behind the door, followed by indistinct grunting. Janet slid towards the door and knocked.

“Mr. Scarletti? Are you all right in there?”

The noises stopped and she could hear Scarletti call back “Si, si, I’ll be with you in a moment!”

Now on edge, Janet strained her ears, but she couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the door. Somewhere in the shop, Janet heard another door slam shut.

A few minutes later, Mister Scarletti came out. His hair was disheveled and he looked pale and fidgety. The package was a metal briefcase just a little larger than the wooden box Janet had seen on the work bench.

“This is it. There is GPS tracker in the case, so the Countess can keep track of her property.”

“Countess?”

“The Countess De Laurentis of Abajur, the owner of the necklace. I was commissioned to repair the clasp after it snapped during the Countess’ visit with the President here in New York last week.”

“I understand,” she said, taking the case from Scarletti.

“Here is the GPS code. This will let you track the package if the need arises.” Scarletti handed her a slip of paper. On it were scrawled a set of numbers.

“Of course. We’ll see that this gets delivered to…where?”

“The Countess herself or the Museum. It’s all explained in the instructions in the envelope with your ticket.”

“Right. Now just to check…” Janet said as she reached for the locks. Scarletti, with an alarmed look on his face, grabbed at her hands and pulled them away.

“No, no, don’t open it. Well you can’t really. It’s locked and sealed. Only I and the Countess have the code needed to open the case without…”

“Without what?”

“…causing Eryaman Escort damage to the necklace.”

“I see. No, I don’t see.”

“Just don’t open the case, it would be very bad for whoever did.”

“Hell, why not. Okay, no opening of the case. Anything else?”

“You have six days.” Scarletti said as he ushered Janet out of the shop.

“About our fee?” she asked, in the open door.

“The Countess will pay…”

“For a job like this, two people, six days, twenty thousand plus expenses should do it.”

“The Countess will pay you when you deliver the necklace to her. Twenty thousand is a little low, I’m sure that Milady will pay that amount and your expenses out of petty cash.” Scarletti pushed her out of his shop. He slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, then she heard his body slump against the inside. What the hell was going on here?

“Great, six days, train trip, Countess, Museum, no problem,” Janet muttered as she left the building. God she hoped they weren’t getting in over their heads. And what had happened with Scarletti while he was in his workshop? He went from gracious solicitor to a bundle of nerves in a flash.

Once in a cab with Jason, she explained the job. He listened while polishing off the last bit of his dog, nodding and grunting at what she was telling him. She then opened the envelope. Inside was a ticket, a hand written note and another envelope with two thousand dollars in cash.

“So no airplanes?” he quipped.

“Right, no airplanes. Trains,” Janet said holding up a ticket. “We’ll have to get you a ticket at the station.” She said, waving a Benjamin in his face.

“Right. A little sketchy, but it shouldn’t be that difficult. As long as our travel plans aren’t public knowledge we should be fine. Okay, back to the office, grab our go bags, then off to the train station.”

“That’s the way I figured it.”

* * * * *

Janet led the way, dragging her suitcase behind her, through the maze that was Penn Station, Jason close on her tail, his eyes ever watchful. Not only did Janet have her luggage, she also carried the biggest purse Jason had ever seen and the metal briefcase with the necklace inside. Jason cared his go bag slung over his left shoulder leaving his hands free, just in case. The station was crowded. Jason really disliked crowds. A hold over from his time in the military serving in Afghanistan, where crowds were avoided, when possible. Crowds hid bad guys. Jason disliked bad guys.

Janet made her way to the big board. The big board listed all the trains and their respective arrival and departure platforms. Scanning the list quickly, she picked out their train.

“There we are,” she said to Jason. “The 49 Lakeshore Limited. “New York, Boston, Albany then on to Chicago. Almost as quick as flying, only nineteen hours of complete boredom.”

“Where?” He had yet to find the train in question. “Nineteen hours? In a room with you? Oh my god in heaven.”

“Follow me,” Janet said, disgusted.

“With pleasure,” Jason said smiling, knowing he had got to her.

“And don’t stare at my ass, you have a job to do.”

“I know my job. It’s watching you. That also happens to include your ass. Tough luck, Jay,” he said, almost managing to keep a straight face.

Janet just shrugged and headed toward their platform, wiggling her butt as she went. Jason smiled as he followed. She had a cute ass and her tight jeans only complemented it. He then looked away as the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His head swiveled as he looked behind him, to his right, then to his left. He saw nothing, but could swear they were being followed by someone in the crowd. Over the years he spent in Afghanistan, he had developed a sixth sense and knew when trouble was about to close in on him. Sure, over the years he had had a lot of false alarms, but those that weren’t had not only saved him, but also the men in his unit.

It took them a little while to finally get to their platform. The conductor helped Janet into the train, leaving Jason on his own. He smiled a wicked smile as he followed them down the corridor of the car to their stateroom.

“Here we are miss, 221, your stateroom. The dining car is two cars up, the observation car is five back. There is also a business center, where there is an active WiFi. We are connected via satellite to the internet. Enjoy your trip.” He hurried away to help other passengers.

“My, don’t you rate,” Jason chided. “He didn’t even look twice at me.”

“He wasn’t supposed to. You should be invisible. Now close the door,” Janet told him.

The two looked around the small room. Two berths lowered from the wall on the right. To the left was a door that led to the bathroom they shared with the stateroom next door. They had a window, the shade was drawn.

“Well, you get the bottom bunk,” Janet said.

“Why do I get the bottom?” Jason retorted.

“Because I’m not having two hundred plus pounds hanging over me as this train Eryaman Escort Bayan bounces down the tracks.”

“I don’t weight two hundred plus, I’m a svelte one ninety-five.”

“Fine, I don’t want what amounts to an extra ninety-three pounds above me.”

“You weigh one hundred and two pounds?” Jason asked, looking her up and down. “You sure?”

“Listen. Rule thirteen.”

“Rule thirteen? What the hell is that?”

“Rule thirteen, once a man knows the age or weight of a lady he should never try to discuss it with her,” Janet patiently explained to him. The look on her face told Jason not to pursue the matter any further.

“Do you have more rules I should be aware of?”

“Rule eleven, never ask about the rules.”

“Then how do I learn these rules?”

“I will teach them to you as we go along. Up until now you didn’t need to know since you’ve played along just fine. I really don’t have that many, but one you should know right off the bat is rule seven, a lady is always right.”

“And why isn’t that number one?”

“I will put aside rule eleven for the time being. It’s not number one because there are six that are more important.”

“I see. I guess. I too have rules. I just haven’t numbered them. Maybe I should and we can compare rules one day.”

“Maybe you should. Now I’m hungry, do you think the dining car is open yet?”

“I think we should stay here until the train pulls out.”

“Good idea. I have a hunch this isn’t the easy job it’s made out to be.”

“What makes you think that,” Jason asked.

“Scarletti acted strange when he explained the job to me. He was agitated the whole time and nearly freaked out when he gave me the package.”

“Hm. Fishy. Maybe we should have checked his credentials before taking the job. And don’t call me crazy, but I think we’re being followed,” Jason said moving to the door and turning the knob to lock it.

“Well, then, what do we do now?”

“We finish the job. ” Jason frowned as he turned back looking at Janet. “What else can we do, until we know what the fuck is going on?”

“Our job,” Janet said softly.

The two were thrown together as the train started to move. They were face to face, bodies pressed together tightly. Instinctively, Jason’s arms wrapped around Janet holding her so they both weren’t thrown to the floor. Janet’s arms came up to encircle Jason’s shoulders.

“Cozy, isn’t it?” Janet joked, her crystal blue eyes sparkling as she pressed her tits into his powerful chest.

“It is,” Jason replied. His emerald green eyes scanned her face intently.

The pair could feel the train pick up speed as it exited the station. For the longest time they just stared into each other’s eyes, not speaking a word, but communicating volumes.

“Well, if you’re still hungry, I think the dining car may be open now,” Jason said, raising his eyebrows and tearing his eyes from Janet’s with a great force of will.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Janet unwound her arms from Jason’s shoulders slowly. She really didn’t want to leave his reassuring embrace.

With Jason carrying the metal briefcase they left their stateroom and went to the dining car. It was just opening as they arrived. There were three couples ahead of them for seating. Thanks to the efficient crew, they were seated within minutes of entering. Jason kept the case between him and the wall.

They had a nice dinner. Jason had the steak and baked potato, while Janet had the chicken with asparagus. Both had wine with dinner. When they were finished they wandered down to the observation car. It was actually three cars in a row, the last one being the bar. The two sat at a window table, case between Jason’s feet. They ordered their preferred drinks, Jason a martini and Janet a white wine, and looked out the window. The suburbs of New York flashed past, the evening sun painting the cityscape a warm golden glow reflecting off numerous windows and glass facades, turning the usual dirt and grey into a sparkling piece of jewelry.

“This is pretty,” Janet said.

“From here, yes it is,” Jason replied. “But if you look close enough, you can see the dirt and decay, entropy I believe they call it, happening right before your eyes.”

“Always the dark side with you?”

“Jay, if you had seen what I saw, your vision would be slanted too.”

“Yet you seem to be such a happy go lucky guy,” Janet quipped.

“I know, strange isn’t it?” Jason looked at her with his head tilted to one side a big grin on his handsome face.

“It is.” Janet shot back.

“I knew when to quit. I got out of the war alive and I’m eternally grateful for that. Makes you appreciate the small things too,” Jason said, looking into her eyes. Janet smiled back.

They spent another hour in the bar car talking, bantering really. Then returned to their stateroom. The door to the bathroom was locked and they could hear someone singing as the shower ran.

“Damn,” Janet said. “I’ll be right back.”

She slithered out the door leaving Jason staring. She was back a few minutes later. Jason just looked at her.

“Had to pee and brush my teeth.”

Nodding, Jason went into the now vacant bathroom. Closing the door he took care of his business. He locked the door on his way out.

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Part 3

Toni looked through the file on James and made some notes about the evening, then put it in the drawer of her file cabinet beside her desk. She was satisfied for the moment, yet looking forward to the next appointment with a new man. She picked up his file from her desk and glanced at his name. It read “Michael William Jones” and his reason for hiring an escort was to accompany him to a formal dinner and dance before the sexual activities.

She laid the file on the desk then went to her closet to see what she would wear. She took out a sparkly royal blue strapless evening gown that went to mid-calf, and hung it on the hook on the door. She went to her dresser and took out a pair of blue thong panties, a lacy blue garter belt, and black seamless silk thigh-high stockings, laying them on top of the dresser. She took her royal blue high heels from the closet as well.

She went to her jewelry box and removed a pair of sapphire drop earrings, a sapphire and diamond waterfall necklace, and a diamond bracelet. She decided against an anklet for this meeting. With all her clothing and jewelry ready for the following evening, she slid into her pink silk baby-doll nighty then went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before going to bed. She had satisfied the rest of her sexual cravings with the toys when she got home, so she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Toni’s alarm clock went off at 8:00 am and she slowly awoke, stretching luxuriously as she woke herself from a deep refreshing sleep. She got out of bed, went to use the bathroom, then padded barefoot to her kitchen where she flipped on the switch for her coffee maker. She was still feeling the effects of the drinks she shared with “James” the night before, and the coffee would help sober her up.

She opened her refrigerator and pulled out what she’d need for her breakfast: eggs, cheese, ham, milk, and fresh fruit. She made herself a ham and cheese omelet, a couple slices of whole wheat toast, and poured herself a glass of milk, then sliced an apple, banana, and orange into a bowl, placing everything on the kitchen table. The coffee was ready so she made herself a cup then sat down to eat. She went over her “To Do” list for the day, since she didn’t have to meet “Michael” until 7 pm that evening.

She had plenty of time for doing her errands and housework, as well as her laundry and getting in a workout at the gym down the street. She finished her breakfast then took care of her dirty dishes, washing them and putting them away. She went to the bedroom and dressed in a pair of spandex pants, a sport bra, and a loose t-shirt, slid on a pair of socks and her sneakers, then grabbed her gym bag and headed out to the gym to get in an hour and a half of aerobics and treadmill work, 45 minutes of each.

Her workout went smoothly, and she stopped by the gym’s Escort Etlik café for an orange-banana energy drink before going home. She got back to her apartment and tossed her gym bag into the laundry hamper along with her clothes she was wearing, then took a nice hot shower, making sure to shave her underarms, legs and pussy completely. She finished her shower and dried off, then slid on her black bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers. She grabbed the dirty laundry from the bathroom, and the basket from her bedroom then went down the hallway to the laundry room and tossed a load in the washer.

She went back to the bedroom and tidied it up, made the bed, and double-checked her wardrobe for the evening. She looked in her mirror and decided she needed help with her hair so she went to the living room and called her friend Marcy, who lived just down the street a few blocks. Marcy said she’d be there around 5:30 pm then Toni hung up the phone and continued her housework: dusting, vacuuming, straightening pillows and curtains, then sitting down at her desk and balancing her check book and writing out the checks for her bills.

She looked at the clock and it read 4:30 pm, only an hour before Marcy arrived to do her magic on Toni’s hair and make-up. Toni went into the kitchen and made herself a salad, since she had been busy doing housework and had missed lunch. She sat sipping a glass of iced tea and eating her salad, and feeling nervous about the evening to come, this being her first formal dinner party job as escort. She decided to take another look at Michael’s file, so she went to her bedroom to get it, bringing it back to the kitchen table.

His file stated that he needed a date to the Mayor’s Ball and Banquet that evening and a limo would pick her up at 7 pm sharp. She read through the list of his sexual likes and dislikes and noticed that he enjoyed a bit of bondage now and then in the forms of handcuffs, blindfolds, and silk scarves, and he liked spankings, oral, anal done to himself as well as doing it to a woman, and food play. She sat and thought about what she might do to please him, remembering that she had a black cat suit with a mask hanging in her closet that she could use later in the evening. She would put that and the other items into her black leather brief case to take with her.

A few moments later, her doorbell rang and she went to answer it. When she opened the door, Marcy was there with a tote bag on her arm and a smile on her face. Toni let her in and they hugged and Marcy shot out ideas on her hairstyle and make-up. They finally settled on an elegant French Twist Up-Do, lavender eye shadow, peachy-pink blush, and pale pink lipstick. They went into Toni’s bedroom and Marcy began her work. Half an hour later, Toni’s hair and make-up done, Marcy helped Toni to put on the dress after Toni Etlik Escort put on her thong panties, garter belt and stockings. She didn’t put on a bra since the dress had a built-in bra. The clock read 6:45 pm. The limo would be there in 15 minutes, and Toni was ready.

She had her purse and brief case ready, and was sliding a black lace shawl over her shoulders as Marcy came out of the bedroom with her bag. The ladies left the apartment and went to the elevator, then down to the first floor together. The limo was waiting outside, parked right behind Marcy’s car. They said goodbye and Toni got into the limo to begin her date, her nervousness still not settled.

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Part 4

Toni noticed the fully-stocked wet bar. She made herself a cocktail of vodka and orange juice. The mix went down her throat slowly. She sat back in the limo imagining what her date looked like. A part of her thought about asking the driver for a smoke or if he was interested in seeing more of her attire.

Twenty minutes later, Toni saw the driver get out. He opened her door and escorted her outside. She moved seductively towards the exit but not before giving him a good look of her ample breasts. The limo driver smiled at her. He had seen plenty of escorts being driven all over town, but Toni was one of the more beautiful.

A man with black hair and deep blue eyes introduced himself to Toni. She shook his strong hand. His grip of confidence sent a tingling sensation throughout her body. Toni looked at Michael in the tuxedo. The double breasted jacket hid a body that spent many hours in the gym and bed with plenty of women.

They walked into the banquet hall holding hands. “Care for some wine?” the waiter asked soon upon their arrival. Toni picked up two glasses. She handed one to Michael who toasted her with a soft, but reassuring smile. They mingled for twenty minutes. Toni felt quite comfortable in the crowd. She impressed Michael’s bosses with her travels and hobbies. Michael was also quite impressed that she had prepared well for the evening.

A series of chimes indicated that dinner was going to start. Toni picked up another set of champagne glasses and walked with Michael towards a table. He held out her chair while smiling at her. Toni leaned in close to whisper “You get extra credit for being such a gentleman.” Michael had no idea what she had in store.

Throughout the evening, Toni and Michael talked about many topics. He learned about her varied interests and travels. She had been taken to numerous places as an escort. Trips to Paris or weekend jaunts to expensive hotels all along the Vegas strip were two of her favorite times as an escort.

They sat through the boring awards presentation. Toni tried to seduce Michael with the dessert by eating it slowly while also frequently Etlik Escort Bayan flicking her tongue at the fork. He whispered in her ear “You got me harder than I was before. Care to get out of here?”

Toni nodded and waited for him to push out her chair. They walked outside the hotel. Their limo hadn’t arrived yet. Michael moved closer to get a better look at Toni. She smiled warmly at him before excusing herself to visit the bathroom. He waited for the limo while she fixed up her face. She returned to give him a sensual kiss of reassurance. He slid his hands down her back to bring her closer.

The limo arrived soon thereafter. The driver opened the door while they walked towards the backseat. It didn’t take long for them to resume the petting once inside the car. Michael moved his hands up and down her stockinged legs. He raised the black blind dividing them from the driver. Michael put Toni onto the plush furniture. She was quite used to doing a lot of wicked stuff in the back of limos. Michael slid up her dress to more fully caress her stockinged legs. He worked his fingers slowly along her tiny panty line.

Without any thinking, he moved them aside. Toni’s shaved pussy lips were swollen in anticipation. Michael went to the wet bar. He pulled out a few cherries. One went into his mouth before he pushed it deep inside her pussy. He played with it using his tongue. Toni felt her panties slowly removed. She moaned and knew that the driver heard her. Toni felt something cold getting applied to her inner thighs. Michael had put some whip cream on her that the driver kept for him in the small refrigerator.

Toni’s pussy was exposed to the warm air. She felt the whip cream applied all over her pussy. Michael licked it all up from her snatch. He put some cream on his tongue and pushed it inside her. Toni moved her hands down to bring his face further inside. Michael started eating out her pussy more fully. His tongue was frenching out her clit as he inserted two whip cream covered fingers into her pussy.

Moving them in and out, Toni felt like she was going to explode all over. Michael pumped her pussy with more vigor. He so enjoyed eating out a woman with food. He put the whip cream nozzle right on her pussy. Spreading her lips open, Toni felt the cream go deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his face to more fully enjoy what was going to happen next.

Michael forced his tongue deep inside her womanhood. Her sexual temperature soon boiled over. She reached waves of orgasmic bliss from his skillful tongue and fingers.

Toni waited a few minutes and kissed Michael deeply. The car stopped and they arrived at his hotel. They walked out holding hands. She stuffed her panties in his pocket as a memento. Walking towards the room they continued their heavy petting. Michael led them into his room. She shut it and led him to the bed. She kissed him deeply before removing his pants and underwear. Toni reached into her purse for some toys to use on Michael. She wanted him to shoot his jizz across the wall and had ways of doing that.

To Be Continued…

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The job was only temporary. Rosie wasn’t, therefore, entirely sure why she tired so hard to please. Another month and the effort she’d put in would be forgotten. Then she’d be back looking for work again.’Good riddance’,she thought.’I’ll go forever insane if I hear ‘Last Christmas’ again. George Michael has a lot to answer for.’

All the labels on the spray snow were facing outwards. The red swirling baubles hung delicately from the shelf hooks. Her reflection swung by. Rosie’s hands clamped down the fizz on the top of her hair. Trying not to look overworked was just one campaign she was losing. She smoothed the fizz into her light brown locks.

Rosie’s reflection oscillated back round. This time it wasn’t so bad, but the bauble still distorted her newly slender figure. Groaning at her bloated reddened image she turned her mind back to work.

From the corner of her eye, Rosie saw a shape move behind the till counter. Another customer lost in the drowning array of retail shopping. She sighs and moved to shoo them away. The customer shape soon took on the form of Rosie’s area manger, Martin.

At 5’5 Rosie isn’t short, but Martin stands a foot above her. His smiling hello takes the corner of her lips to new heights. Here’s the reason she works so hard. Her friendly workaholic area manager. Martin is just as dedicated as she is. Just as polite. Just as tired.

Others views of Martin oppose her own glowing praise, which of course, she keeps in her head. Impatient, angry, bad tempered, dickhead. All words used to describe him, but she can’t see it.

“Hello Rosie”

“Hello Martin”

“How are you?”

“I’m ok. How are you?”

“Fine, can’t complain.”

Formalities over, it was now time for the obligatory one-minute embarrassing silence.

“Ready for the long night?” Martin broke in.

“Martin! You’re here! Great,” Robbie sprang from the back door of the stockroom. He’d probably been listening. Martin was late again, as always.

“Hi Rob,” Martin turned from Rosie towards a suited and booted Rob. “Ready to leave, I see.”

“Yeah and thanks again for covering.” Rob called back already half way to the door.

“Cya.”

“Bye.”

Martin turned back to Rosie. He stared at her forest green eyes watching Robbie leave.’Rosie,’he said to himself, letting his thoughts circle around the collected memories of her.

“I heard the delivery I put together came today.”

“Yep, just in time for Robbie leaving,” Rosie smiled.

“Better crack on then.” A deep sigh followed, as he prepared to leave her. Then he was through the door and attacking the boxes with great alacrity.’Keep busy,’he thought; tearing aggressively at the first box,’the time will fly by’.

Rosie stared at the closed door. “Stupid Rosie,” she said quietly. The name Rosie to her did not sound as mature as she wanted to seem. It belied her age. Twenty two short years. Her breasts still strained under her shirt, her nipples indenting the fabric. Her hair still xnxx had plenty of volume. Her lips still pink and full.

Martin was older than Rosie. A lot older, but for forty one he still had all the liveliness of a twenty year old. His smile creased his face, but it only made him seem generously warm hearted.’You’d think he’d at least look at me, even if he knew he couldn’t do anything,’Rosie thought, her confidence crumbling even more.

The night continued on, with weary late night Christmas shoppers idling around the store. Rosie was indifferently passed boxes from the stock room door to fill the shelves. Shimmering lametta, pine candles, tinsel, garlands and the other trappings of Christmas passed through her hands as she caught momentary glimpses of Martin.

A customer with an apologetic smile and remnants of a snow globe walked up to Rosie. From behind the small two-way glass in the stockroom door, Martin watched as Rosie dealt politely with this careless customer, thinking that he wouldn’t be so kind.

Martin’s eyes were glued to Rosie as she flitted around the store. Martin had observed how Rosie had only grown in beauty since she’d been working there. Her energetic working style had amplified her curvy supple figure.’She’s too young for you… more like your too old for her.’

Martin lifted another box off the pile. After opening it he immediately closed the lid. His finger tapped on the lid a few times. He twisted his head to look at Rosie through he glass again. He glanced at the resealed box several times while working, before picking it up and placing it to the side.

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

Rosie sighed heavily and smiled tiredly at the last leaving customers. The shutters came clunking down, as she turned the key. Back at the tills she started to empty the cash into the money bags. She wondered if Martin would come to help her.

Martin undid his belt and worked the zip of his trousers down. Millions of hairs reacted to his tantalizing proximity to Rosie. He had the next fifteen minutes while Rosie counted the change. He’d use the time to gaze, wank and cum.

Rosie flicked through the notes in Robbie’s till. Fives, tens, twenties… a dollar. “Robbie! You’re supposed to be the manager.” Rosie extracted the dollar and headed for the door. She’d have to let Martin deal with it.

The door smacked off Martin’s foot, only slightly nudging his penis still clasped in his hand.

“Shit!” Martin cried out before thinking.

“Martin?” Rosie said hesitantly.

“Errrr, yeah sorry Rosie there’s a huge box up against the door, give us a second and I’ll move it.”

Behind the door Martin was hot with panic and the aching need for release. He shuffled a box near the door and then ducked behind it, shoving his hard cock back into his trousers.

“Ok,” he quickly said.

Rosie carefully nudged the door a jar and feeling no resistance this time pushed it open.

“Martin?” Rosie stepped in but couldn’t see him.

“Mar… brazzers Oh, there you are,” Martin was leaning flustered behind the door.

“I found this dollar in Robbie’s till, I thought you should have it. Are you Ok? You look hot,” Rosie blushed.

Martin’s foot still throbbed, but he laughed and shook the box he was behind.

“No, just a heavy box.”

“Right… Is the delivery finished?”

“Pretty much, only artificial trees left now”

“What about this box here?” Rosie walked to a small box that sat alone on the stock room shelf. She opened the box and pulled out a stem of lush green leaves with white berries. She spun it in her fingers, knowing what it was.’Maybe he’ll ask?’ She thought.

“Mistletoe.” Martin’s voice came from behind Rosie. He breathed the word on the back of her hair. She hadn’t heard him approach. Her body froze with the uncertain anticipation of what was to happen next. He wondered desperately if the same images where running through her head. If she turned round now, she’d see his raging hard on urgently pushing against the zip of his trouser. He realised he didn’t care.

Martin closed the gap. Rubbing his painful aching lust away on the crest of Rosie’s accommodating bum. Reaching round to graze, cup and clutch at the welcoming softness of her breasts, he locked her arms to her sides. Clawing open her shirt, he tore down her black bra until deep pink nipples poked over the fabric.

“Martin!” Rosie called out in shock or lust, Martin couldn’t tell. Rosie’s head spun with the overwhelming sensation of her breasts being taken from her bra. Her manager’s thumbs eagerly circling her hardening nipples. His trousered cock thrusting into the cleft of her bum.

A frantic state of mind drove Martin uncontrollably on. The intense frustration he felt around her had been mounting for a long time. Did she know she stood to close too him, looked at him too long, brushed her bare arms against his too often, he wondered. Moving his hand down her stomach, he reached below her trousers to trace the top of her knickers.

Rosie’s soft body easily gave way to Martin’s rough round fingertips. Her thoughts were only of the excitement shaking through every muscle in her compliant body. Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he pushed, telling her body to bend. Rosie relented and rested over a box.

The sound of Martin unzipping his trousers however, shattered the delicate coloured glass of her excitement. Did he want her or a quick fuck? Did she care? She looked back at him. Martin caught her confused expression as he tugged at the top of her black trousers with a new desperation.

“Rosie… I need you”, was all he could say in a crumbled broken voice. Martin matched her stare. His cock bounced eagerly desiring the satisfaction it was being denied. She didn’t speak, but reached underneath herself and undid her trousers. The smooth fabric hissed as it slid over the plump orbs of her bum, and fell free of her skin.

Martin’s sikiş izle fingers hooked the fabric of her white cotton knickers. She rationalised that the job was only temporary. Whatever came from this she knew she wouldn’t regret it. With her white knickers bunched, Martin placed his cock to her wet entrance. His hands parted her bum cheeks, as he watched his cock disappear into her cunt. It was the small moan from Rosie’s lips, however that sent pangs of sexual fire through his flesh.

Martin’s thrusts were shallow and slow. Exploiting the sensitive circle of her entrance. Manipulating it with the head of his cock, prolonging the first throb of pleasure. The rough cardboard box rubbed at Rosie’s raised nipples. Her body became taunt and stretched as she grasped the box. Her tension buckling the edge.

A tension that was released when Martin’s finally seated himself deep with Rosie’s cunt. The satisfaction of having his cock enclosed within Rosie expressed itself in his guttural groan. Her bum pressing against his groin, demonstrating he couldn’t pierce her flesh anymore. He held her hips while her nervous body shook.

Rosie’s breath caught on a succession of low moans. Martin began to rock. Her cunt rippled in response, trying to seep every last ounce of pleasure from his thrusts. His cock rubbed heavily on her walls bringing hot peaks of gratification that pooled in her stomach.

Reaching back Rosie felt his cock penetrate her opening. Feeling it corrupting her cunt caused her desire to swell. Spreading her juices and crooking her fingers she begin to circle her clit.

His hard bucks slapped against her bum. Her mouth was opening, panting from the intense thrill in her tensed thighs. Enticing every muscle to vibrate with excitement. Waiting between each wave of pleasure seemed to stretch her anticipation to breaking. Even though, in reality, it was only seconds before the crest of another wave hit her. She was never so aware of awaiting desire more than now.

Martin pumped frantically in and out, shaking from the force and tension of his building orgasm. He hears her tiny squeals. Sweet small Rosie, taking his cock. Her cunt swallowing it. He can see his cock disappearing into the tight grip of her entrance. His hands are tightening on her hips, forcing her back harder, while her cunt becomes tighter.

A long mewl that melted into a groan filled the stockroom. Rosie came hard around him. Martin could barely move his cock while Rosie’s orgasm squeezed vigorously around his hard on. He thrust against her bum. He pumped hard again. An intense orgasm exploded in his cock. A thick rush of cum streamed forth, deep into Rosie’s cunt. Relentlessly, warmly filling her. Still pulsing, his cock thrust once more, releasing more thick, sticky cum inside her.

Rosie groaned with her receding orgasm. She was revelling in the feeling of warm cum coating her cunt. The pulsing of Martin’s cock slowly gave way and so did the box. His cock slid from Rosie as they careered down with the crumpled box. Fake snow burst up in huge white jets. It slowly drifted down coating the pair. Martin brushed it from Rosie’s hair, pulling her in for a shamefully passionate kiss.

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As the morning arrives, the room slowly brightens with dawn. I wake, lazily stretching my body, careful not to disturb you. I watch you as you sleep, your hair partially covering your face, your breathing soft and regular. I put my head under the sheet and see your naked body in the gloom, the darkness of your nipples stands out on the whiteness of your breasts. I move lower, inhaling the aroma of our last night’s sex, the mixture of our scents heady. My nose is close to your pussy, the smell of our cum and your pussy intoxicating, my cock stirs as memories flash in my head, of you, of me, of us.

You moan softly in your sleep, do you feel my presence? I listen, trying to hear your words…too soft, a whisper. As I place my head back on the pillow, I move your hair off your face gently, gazing at you, my cock now hard, my desire for you, my need for you increasing. I reach to my groin, rubbing some of our scent on my finger from my cock, and bring the finger close to your nose. I watch as you inhale…the smell of us. Your nostrils flair slightly, and I see the ghost of a smile gaziantep bayan escort on your lips.

You move, slow sleepy movements. I see your lips opening; the tip of your tongue visible and I place my fingertip near, almost touching your tongue. The tonguetip reaches and touches my finger, the ghostly smile widens. Your eyelids flutter, opening, looking at me. The mutual smile of welcome, of good morning. Your lips cover my finger, sucking, licking, tasting.

It’s my turn to moan, the sensual feel of your mouth on my finger…as your tongue caresses, your lips closing around it, the gentle suction. I place my other hand on your cheek, sliding around your neck, cupping. As I pull you to me, you release my finger as our lips close together, My tongue brushes the fullness of your mouth, I taste you, my kiss light, gentle at first, but my hunger, insistence grows…the urgency of my kiss, and you respond, returning the impending passion, our tongues colliding, stroking. I hold your neck tightly, as the kiss lingers, continuing.

We shift our bodies closer to gain maximum contact; I feel your breasts against me, the diamond points of your nipples on my chest. You put your leg over my thigh, your heel against my ass, holding me, trapping me in your embrace. Your hand burrows between us, I push my cock against the palm of your hand, the heat exciting me more. You hold the shaft and begin to rub the head against your pussy lips; omg so wet already, the head glides on the shaved smoothness. I thrust a little, the head cleaving the lips apart; the warm wetness engulfs the head. The tip presses on your clit, a shudder goes through your body. I look in your eyes, the pleading look tells me everything, your wants meet my needs. I push against you, rolling you onto your back; my weight forces my cock half into you. The soft groan, was that you or me? As I lay on you, my lips at your ear, gently biting the lobe as I whisper, good morning.

My push my cock completely into you, oohh, yes. I start to slowly stroke in and out, lost in the feeling of your pussy, your depths. Your arms and legs wrap around me, I am tied to you, not wanting to stop, falling further into you, deeper with each stroke. I hear your whisper, harder, fuck me harder. I use my ass and leg muscles to thrust into you, watching your eyes widen with each slamming penetration, feeling your nails biting into my back, breathing shallow and rapid. I feel the familiar rigidity in your body as you near orgasm, my pace increasing to meet you, my fucking harder as my cock nears the point of no return…the wild frenzy…increasing as I feel you start to cum, pussy grabbing, trying to hold my cock, fucking faster…that feeling, the blessed feeling of my orgasm as it builds to the peak…peaking, I feel you bite my shoulder as you sob, your release…as you feel my cock begin it’s rhythmic pulsing, my cum shooting into you as I thrust to push it deep in you, pumped deeper, your pussy liquid with our cum.

As I lay next to you, the sun shines into the room, I see you smile in the sunlight, wondering how I deserve you, what I have done in the past that was good enough to be with you. I kiss your cheek, look again into your eyes, oh those eyes…and say, again, I love you baby. You are my woman; you make me very happy, satisfied, and always wanting more, smiling.

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About three years ago I had realised one of my great desires to visit Lapland. I was enchanted by the thought of the midnight sun, the huge lakes and snow-capped peaks. I coincided my visit with midsummer day as I also wanted to sample the strange Swedish custom of dancing round the maypole and eating strawberry cake. I had opted to fly to Stockholm from London and thence take a flight to Kiruna. From here there was a one hour train journey to Abisko in the heart of Swedish Lapland. In my two week trip I explored seemingly endless footpaths, traversed wild rivers via rickety bridges and climbed several mountains. I also danced round said maypole, which was curiously bedecked with local flowers and was deliberately shaped like the male reproductive organs. Anyway, this isn’t a Travelogue, but I had to mention it. My return journey, also satisfied more cravings, one voluntarily, the other by luck as it were.

Great train journeys hold a certain romantic charm for me. I took the train back from Abisko in the mid afternoon, embarking on no less than an 18 hour trip back to Stockholm. The train only stops three times and I appeared to have a car all to myself. It was a comfortable two-bedded sleeping car, with a little wash-hand basin and a nice window with red draw-to curtains. Several people got on at Kiruna and my heart sank a little as my door opened. For a second I had visions of sharing with some big hairy Swedish bloke. A second later my spirits were lifted infinitely as my co-traveller was a pretty mousy-haired girl in her late twenties.

‘Hello.’ She said.

‘Hi!’

She looked at me somewhat curiously I thought. Maybe she had hoped for another woman or an empty car, I don’t know.

‘Ill take this one then.’ She said unnecessarily. Putting her suitcase on the only available bed.

I nodded and smiled.

‘Going far?’ I asked.

‘Uppsala. You?’

‘Stockholm.’

‘Oh, all the way!’

‘Yes, I’m flying back to London from there.’

She took off her long jacket and revealed a decent pair of tits under a crimson T shirt. She also wore a pair of tight jeans and I had a perfect view of her ass as she turned round to fiddle with her suit case. When she turned round I also couldn’t help notice the little, neat cleft which the crotch of her jeans had found its way into. I tried to make my glances momentary, as I didn’t want to appear to be a pervy guy or something. Well, you can’t help notice these things.

‘Are you on holiday or working?’ I asked.

‘Yes I’m on my summer holiday, going to stay with my parents for three weeks.’

‘That’s nice. What do you do up here?’

‘I work at the Institute for Astro Physics at Kiruna.’

She said this as if she said she worked for Tesco. I was impressed.

‘Wow, that’s cool. I didn’t know there was such a place.’

‘Yes, it’s on the edge of town. I’m doing a PhD there.’

‘Wicked! What’s the PhD in?’

‘Yes, it’s on the effects of the moon’s gravity on the brain.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah, it’s a bit out there, isn’t it? Most people say “oh”.’

‘I’m sure it’s fascinating.’

‘It is to me. I’m going to get my head down for a while if you don’t mind, I had a bit of a late night last night.’

‘OK, well, maybe I’ll leave you in peace and go to the buffet car for a while. I don’t want to stay in here for 18 hours anyway. My name’s Alex by the way.’

‘Yes, I’m Helen.’

‘Oh OK Helen. Are you Swedish?’

‘Yes!’

She laughed.

‘Why do you ask?’

‘I 1080 porno don’t know, I guess I expected a name like Ulrika or Ingrid or something.’

‘Ha ha, well not me.’

I felt a little silly.

‘OK, I’ll be off and let you get some kip.’

I shut the car door and stared out of the window of the corridor, which ran down the edge of the train carriage. There was mile after mile of grassy, boggy terrain with scattered trees. It was a true wilderness. I saw an Elk, a huge Moose-like animal in front of a small wood and half an hour later a little group of Reindeer. None of them had a red nose! Feeling all whimsical I made my way to the buffet car and ordered a beer and some crisps (chips). A group of English guys were sitting on a nearby table; the first familiar accent I had heard for nearly two weeks. I sipped my beer and nibbled my snack, suddenly realising just how long an 18 hour train journey was. I was only three hours into it and was thinking of ways to idle the time away. I looked at a wall map and tried to work out where we would be when it was bed time, whenever that would be. My thoughts turned to my companion. She was good-looking in a girl-next-door kind of way. She had a stunning figure though to be honest. I was still hungry after my crisps and I bought a little cake, which was wrapped in a little paper cup. It tasted of marzipan and made me want a coffee. I purchased one and I must have dozed off and the next thing I remember, the train stopped at a little town called Murek. I looked at the map. We were still north of the Arctic circle – just. A few people got off, and quite a lot got on. I looked at my watch. I had slept for an hour at least. I bought a bottle of water and the train chugged off again. I was about to get up to go for a ‘walk’ when Helen wandered into the buffet car. She made her way to my table and asked me if I wanted a coffee.

‘Yes, you sit down, I’ll get it.’

‘OK thanks.’

I stood up and feeling a little warm, I took off my pullover. I was wearing a tight khaki T shirt. I noticed that Helen checked out my flat stomach and my biceps, which are pretty toned. She smiled appreciatively as I went to get the coffees.

‘You work out a bit?’ She said as I brought back the steaming mugs.

‘Yes, almost every day.’

‘Hmmmm.’

She grabbed my left arm and squeezed the muscle.

‘Very impressive.’

‘You’re not bad yourself.’ I complimented.

‘You have to keep fit. I avoid junk food like the plague.’

‘I can’t blame you, although you’re not inundated with them like we are in England.’

‘It’s not too bad up here but they’re everywhere else in Sweden actually. You can’t beat my bosse’s home-made Elk burgers.’

‘Ahh, you eat Bambis!’

‘Elks aren’t Bambis, they’re great big lumbering things!’

‘I know, I was being silly – I guess they taste like venison?’

‘I don’t know what’s venison?’

‘It’s the English word for deer meat. It’s quite dark and strong.’

‘Yes, Elk meat is like that.’

As we chatted I studied Helen’s face. She had mysterious light brown eyes and a cute nose. Her hair was lovely and swishy in that it just naturally fell about her shoulders. She also had a sexy neck. Her breasts looked kind of pointed. I pride myself in knowing what kind of tits girls have from the outline in their top. These thoughts began to give me the faint stirrings of an erection. It was Midsummer’s Day and traditionally the day in Sweden when 2 k porno everyone makes out. I began to get feelings of anticipation that somehow I could pull this young woman. I explored the possibilities. As far as I knew she might be in a deep relationship, but I thought not. For a while we sat and sipped our coffee. I don’t know why people think they have to chat about nothing, so it was nice to find someone who was comfortable to sit in silence and watch the world outside the train go by. I did give her a smile though, which she returned warmly. I decided to engage her again, hoping my softly softly approach would pay dividends.

‘So are you celebrating Midsummer then?’

‘Not this year.’

‘Oh, why not?’

‘Because I’m on a train?!’

She said this with a distinct twinkle in her eyes. I got the feeling she wanted me to make a pass at her.

‘Yes, obviously, but I’m sure I could help you celebrate it.’

Helen looked at me quizzically.

‘Oh really!’

‘Yes!’

‘How would you do that then?’

‘Hmmm… all sorts of ways.’

‘Name one.’

‘Well, maybe we could get a bottle of wine from the bar and relax a little.’

I thought “relax” was nice and ambiguous.

‘That’s a possibility yes.’

‘It’s a long journey, it will help the hours tick by.’

‘Hmmmm, why not. White or red?’

‘You chose, ladie’s prerogative.’

‘White then. Shall we go halves?’

‘No, it’s OK, Iet’s be old fashioned.’

‘OK thank you.’

So far so good. I fetched the bottle and uncorked it without any problems. There’s nothing worse then cocking up the uncorking of a bottle of wine, when you’re trying to impress the opposite sex. We clinked glasses and discussed the differences and similarities between Swedish and English life. I eventually managed to ask her if she had ‘anyone special in her life’ and discovered that she was single. We were getting along really well and the sun was just beginning to get that little bit lower in the sky, as we rattled our way south. We had got through a good half of the bottle, when Helen rather suggestively gripped the neck of the bottle and slid her fingers along its length!

‘What do you say we take this back to our car and drink it in comfort?’ Said Helen.

I instantly started to get hard at this suggestion. There were a few other people in the carriage and I somehow had to get rid of it. The fact is I couldn’t. There was a train company brochure on the table and I stood up and held it strategically in as nonchalant a way as possible. Helen looked down and shook her head. I followed her to our sleeping car and she let us in with her card. We sat on our own beds and we continued to chat about different wines and what our favourite chocolate was – deep stuff! We were both quite giggly. There’s not much room between the beds in those cars and as we talked she began to tap my shin with her toe. This soon became a gentle sliding of her shoe up the inside of my leg. I was pretty sure I had the green light.

I got up and sat next to her and stroked her hair. She looked into my eyes deeply, like she was searching my soul. The next thing I know, I had my eyes closed and was kissing her softly. It was a wonderful smoochy kiss. I asked her to turn round and sitting behind her I lifted her T shirt a bit and stroked her belly. Her skin was as soft as silk. I tickled her like this and planted a few kisses on her neck. My cock was rock hard by now, but I was enjoying the slow 3 k porno build up – it was just so erotic. I lifted up her T shirt some more and put both hands on her breasts and to my disbelief found that she was braless! Her tits were just the most pert ones I have ever had the pleasure of fondling. I just thought she had on one of those seamless brassieres, but no. She turned round and pulled her top off and revealed her boobs in all their glory. They weren’t big but certainly defied gravity. They were so, so soft though with big juicy nipples. I knelt on the floor and sucked them. I think succulent is the word. They were just magic!

I could have suckled her breasts all day, but my dick was aching. I stood up and unfastened my jeans and my old man just made its own way through my boxers. I think she was impressed. This huge grin spread across her face like a Cheshire Cat. She stood up herself and unfastened her jeans. I began to tremble as I am wont to do in these situations.

‘Are you OK?’

‘Yes just excited.’

‘Aaah well that’s OK.’

‘I just really want you, you’re beautiful.’

I can get really mushy sometimes, old romantic that I am. Anyway she was down to her panties in no time. She had a lovely cute bulge at the front and I massaged it with my fingers, until they accidentally on purpose found her little cleft. My fingers found their way past her gusset and into a very hot, very wet pussy. I knelt down again and pulled her panties down to her knees and nuzzled her sex. If I close my eyes I can still smell that wonderful scent now. I dipped my tongue and flicked her clitty, instantly drawing appreciative moans from my companion. Without any warning she pushed my head away and ordered me to get on my feet; firmly but politely you understand. Then she pushed me onto the bed. Before I knew what was happening she climbed aboard and was riding my dick. Oh she was good. She had this gentle, but effective way of riding me, like a cowgirl might ride a bucking bronco. I wasn’t doing a thing except keeping my cock very hard indeed.

I invited her to turn round so I could ‘do her doggy.’ She did tell me the Swedish for the position, but I’ve long since forgotten. Anyway, she got on all fours obediently and I slipped him in. Some girls you have to fuck like there’s no tomorrow, but Helen somehow deserved respect. I just eased in and out and felt her velvet enrobe my manhood. It was a delicious feeling and she must have enjoyed it too, because she was moaning and saying things in Swedish, which turned me on even more. I moved up a gear and my balls made that satisfying slapping sound against her pussy, which is always a sign of good sex. Her Swedish noises got louder and I could feel the spunk begin its inexorable journey. I fucked her a bit faster and her voice was quivering and faltering, the words and the moans just burring into one. I tried to hold my orgasm back to prolong my own pleasure, but I just let go and had a deliriously fantastic orgasm, shooting my stuff all over her ass. I cleaned her up and we lay together on her bed. We cuddled until we both fell asleep. The sex was great of course, but there was something about the holding afterwards. The warmth of her body, her hair on my face and her breath on my neck. I don’t know how long we slept for because by then I had totally lost track of time. I disentangled myself from my sleepy lover and I dressed and fetched us both a coffee and after that we went for some dinner. We got together again about three hours later and I pretty much had her for dessert.

I can honestly say, without effect that Helen was one of the nicest, genuine and thoroughly sexy girls I’ve ever met. I’ll remember that journey fondly. It remains my only time I’ve had sex on a train. I live in hope for seconds.

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