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I paused at the doorway as I glanced in and saw Helen spread out on the sofa, her body splattered with copious amounts of my cum. Eyes shut and looking somewhat flushed her right hand brushed her forehead. Her other arm was extended out over the side of the sofa with her cigarette dangling from her hand. A gentle plume of cigarette smoke hovered above her.

How the hell did I get here I thought to myself?

My morning had started innocently enough. With a full week’s leave to take advantage of, day one had started with a few bits of business to care of. With a couple of those being in his area I thought I’d make an all too rare visit to my friend Dave’s, son of Helen and Roy, long-term friends of my folks.

I must confess I had been seriously remiss in keeping in contact with my friend in recent years. A victim of a car crash some fifteen years previous Helen and Roy were devoted in attending to him in his debilitated state, running themselves into the ground and spending every penny they had to ensure he had the necessary care.

Helen and Roy had become friendly with my parents shortly before both Dave and I were born within a couple of months of one and another and had regularly been around our house as I grew up. Likewise we often visited their home and for around the first fifteen plus years of our lives Dave and I were constantly in each other’s pockets.

As we grew older our paths took different different directions and whilst always retaining our friendship, we gained new, closer, friends from school and our own areas of interest and our paths crossed less and less.

Ironically though as the ties with Dave loosened and I saw less and less of him, my feelings for Helen his mother, became stronger and stronger.

When I hit that stage in my early teens as most boys do when suddenly a lustful attraction of girls and women arrives from nowhere, Helen, still a regular visitor to our house, was right at the forefront of my newly developing infatuation with females.

Looking back it must have all looked a bit pathetic, me a skinny little spotty teen, trying my utmost to impress this sexy thirty-something. Using any excuse to try to get into situations where I might end up in her company a bit more, trying to impress her with the latest jokes from school, trying to get dances with her at parties. Yet she humoured me all the way, never dented my confidence or made me feel small when she could have easily told me to sling my hook on any number of occasions.

Perhaps it was because she was one of the first women I ever wanked off to, she would always be special. Just fantasising about her would be enough to bring myself off. Even better if there were any photographs of her that happened to be taken at the most recent party or get-together – I would imagine it was me dancing with her, or sitting with her and fantasising about what we’d done together after the photo was taken.

Indeed on one such occasion when Helen and Roy were visiting my parents I was literally seconds away from being caught by my father, who was looking to re-unite Helen with her coat, wanking myself off whilst tightly pressing Helen’s leather jacket to my body, imaging that she was of course inside the soft black leather coat and lying on top of me.

Much water had passed under the bridge since those teenage years and of course Helen had aged too. That said, now well into her fifties and despite the stresses and strains that had been placed upon her looking after Dave, a few wrinkles aside, Helen had retained the slender appearance and striking good looks that had attracted me all those years ago in my youth.

I rang the front doorbell and a few moments later was greeted with a surprised looking Helen. “Ohh!!!!!!!! Hiya honey. What a surprise to see you!!”. She embraced me and gave me a peck on my cheek and ushered me inside.

Being called honey brought back a rush of milas escort warm feelings and reminded me of another aspect of my teenage crush on her. Helen had always used affectionate terms when addressing me things like honey, babe, flower and sweetheart those kind of things. It wasn’t really a style of language that anyone else I knew really used so it felt really personal and turned me on to loads to be called babe or sweetheart by her knowing all the whole when in my teenage fantasies I really really wished I truly was her babe.

“Just thought I’d pay Dave a wee visit” I said as we made our way into the kitchen. “Ohh, no. You’ve not long missed him. He’s away with Terry his carer for the day”.

“But not to worry, you’ll stay for a cuppa won’t you…..?”.

“Of course” I replied, much to her visible delight.

Helen stuck the kettle on and opened the back door, lighting up a cigarette, as she made her way out to the patio. We exchanged small talk about my parents, Roy and Dave before she returned and finished making the tea.

Moving through to the living room she sat down beside me on the sofa and we chatted some more. After chewing the fat for a good wee while and having our tea, Helen moved to get up to take the empty cups through to the kitchen. She gasped sharply and winced in some discomfort. “This bloody neck and back of mine. I think its just a tension knot, but I just can’t seem to shake them off at the moment”.

I recollected the initiative we had at work sometime back where someone came in once a month and did fully clothed massages for you. I suggested to Helen she should maybe try something similar. I remembered how much it had benefited me and began to rabbit on about how good it was and that it wasn’t that expensive etc. etc.

Suddenly it hit me whilst in full flow that with the amount of money that Helen and Roy needed to spend on Dave’s care that there would be little in the way of expendable income for what I’m sure Roy would have viewed as trivialities such as fully clothed massages.

Without even considering the more erotic side of offering to massage the woman of my teenage dreams, my thoughts were more of redeeming the awkward situation I felt I had got myself into and how I could try to help. I tailed off my talk about my massage experiences at work and suggested : “You know though there’s probably still nothing to beat having your shoulders done and relaxing in the comfort of your own home….If it would help, I’d give your neck a wee rub…..?”

It was the sentence that would spark off an eventful and lust filled few months.

Any hint of awkwardness that might have been there on my part, as it dawned on me what I had just offered, was immediately blown away by the enthusiasm of her response. “Would you do that for me….? Really….? That would be fantastic”.

Helen wasted no time in sliding down off the sofa to the floor and nestled herself between my now outstretched legs. “Roy sometimes gives my neck a rub, but to be honest he’s not that great at it. Am I OK here for you honey?” she asked.

Honey. I shuddered a little as the first erotic thoughts of what might transpire began to cross my mind.

“You just lie back and enjoy and I’ll try to get rid of the tension in your neck. Just tell me if I’m too hard or rough.”

“OK sweetheart”

Our chat recommenced as I got to work. Lying against the couch her neck and above her shoulder blades were in reach and I worked those areas intensely to begin with. Soon the chat would be punctuated by the occasional an occasional sharp intake of breath and an “ohh” or “ahh” as I hit a particularly tender spot.

“Harder there”, “Up a bit”, “Down a bit” began to follow as I was directed to the points she wanted attended to most. I must have learned something from those massages at work as my hands were clearly having the desired effect mudanya escort on Helen.

I began to expand the area I was working on. I rolled her head back and forth a few times and then ran my fingers tenderly through her her and down her cheeks. Her tone had notably changed when she almost whimpered at me “Oh honey, that is nice. I do love my hair being played with”.

We both seemed to have moved on to another level from innocently getting rid of a tension knot in her neck. For the next few minutes I alternated between her neck, the top of her back and her head, each time drawing a little shudder when I caressed her hair and face softly.

We weren’t saying much now. I glanced down and Helen’s eyes were closed and as I peered over her I could visibly see her nipples erect and protruding out her t-shirt.

I suggested that she might want me to do her lower back: “Oh that would be good” was the immediate response and Helen took up position flat out on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“In fact……” she said as she sprang back up “It would probably be easier for you if I took this t-shirt off wouldn’t it….and you could probably just unsnap my bra too when I’m lying down. That would help wouldn’t it. I’m really enjoying this sweetheart”.

“Sure” was as much as I could offer in response as I momentarily got an eyeful of her bra as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then her titties as she took it upon herself to remove the bra of her own accord.

I resumed the massage and worked on her spine and the bottom of her back. Occasionally I’d go for her sides and attempt to sneak a touch or brush of her boobs which were squashed beneath her. She’d let out a little giggle as I stroked the general area, suggesting “that’s tickly”. More and more relaxed she was becoming all the while.

By this stage I don’t think either of the two of us had thoughts which remained entirely innocent and we seemed to be at a point where we were testing how far we would take he the pretence of the massage being purely therapeutic.

I next suggested that perhaps she might want to let me loose on her legs and her bum, that they too could have a lot of tension in them. Once again the staple response: “Oh that would be nice babe” and she raised up and shuffled pulling her joggers down and kicking them off giving me my first uninterrupted view of her tight tits.

Helen raised the stakes higher immediately turning to me and sliding off the white cotton pants I had been staring at for the past few seconds leaving her completely naked before me.

I could almost feel my mouth go dry at the sight before me. Helen, she merely smiled, spread herself out on the floor before me. Stretching out her toes and arms she gave false sigh: “Ahh, now this is relaxation”.

I decided to start with her feet first which afforded me the opportunity to take in her full rear whilst rubbing and caressing the soles of her feet. I slowly worked my way up to the top of her thighs finally reaching her bum. We were in delicate territory now. I worked her bum in a circular motion spreading the cheeks and sliding what was at first a rogue finger down between the crack.

Then one became two. Then three fingers and very soon all my forefingers were rubbing pushing up and around her ass hole, each time being met with a moan and a shudder.

Helen continued to take the lead and quite matter of factly informed that: “I think its probably time you took care of my front now honey, don’t you?” and wheeled herself over presenting me with a smile, her lovely boobs with nipples standing pert and glistening pussy.

I moved close to the top of her body and said: “You know, if I’ve to take care of all your front, you’re going to have let me rub those lovely boobs of yours Helen”. “I’d be very upset if you didn’t babe” came the instant reply quickly followed by “you mustafakemalpaşa escort know, I think it’s not just me who could do with some tension being released eh?” and placed a hand on my cock, only being held back from extending out towards her by my boxers and denims.

She continued to rub at my zip before popping a button and pulling the zip downwards. I responded by caressing her right breast and teasing the extended nipple. My cock burst forth towards her, as the zip was fully pulled down and I slid my denims down shaking them off behind me as I continued to play with what was now both her both her tits.

The pretence was completely over as she hauled my boxers down and I tore my shirt over my head and flicked off my socks. Now we were both naked on her living room floor.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me towards her where, eyes closed, our lips locked and we kissed passionately. My hands reached between her legs and I started to finger her pussy. Like her ass hole before, first one, then two and then I forced three inside in her soaking cunt. She pushed towards me and I toyed her pussy, groaning between sharp intakes of breath.

Suddenly she broke from the embrace: “Oh just fuck me now honey. Fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard honey”.

I slid on top of her. We were already sweating from our earlier embrace and I moved between her legs and slid my cock deep inside her. She moaned her approval. I did as she asked and forcibly thrust my dick in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Helen writhed in pleasure, her moaning becoming louder and louder.

Our highly enjoyable but long-lasting foreplay ensured that it wouldn’t be long before either of us would cum. As I pumped at her pussy the idea grew in my head that having touched, fondled and caressed her almost all of body for the best part of an hour that I rather fancied revisiting those spots and covering them once more, this time with my cum.

Still hammering away at her, this idea manifested itself in a somewhat heavy-breathed: “Can I cum on your tits Helen”. The idea met with disapproval. “No, inside…Fill me inside….I’m cumming….Inside….Oahhhhhahhhhhh!!!!!!”

Again I followed her instructions. Soon I came close to reaching my own climax and with one final forceful thrust I spurted waves of my hot cum inside her pussy.

I lay beside her on the carpet, both of us red faced and panting heavily. Again our lips locked in a passionate kiss that last sometime. As the adrenalin continued to wash over me I couldn’t help but tell her that I bet she didn’t know she helped me achieve my childhood fantasy. “Oh I know honey, I know” she smiled at me.

All the while her hand been gently encouraging my seemingly spent cock to awaken from its slumber and it had become rigid once more thanks to her caressing.

“Your massage” she said with a grin and began wanking me with some increased vigour. Faster, harder she pulled at my again stiff shaft. Helen used her years of experience to quickly bring me to close to cumming before getting on to her knees and motioning to me to stand before her. She stared upwards at me she paused sucked my cock before letting it slide from her mouth. “My tits. Cover them” she ordered and resumed her handy work on my dick.

Little time passed before I was only too happy to follow her command and splashed my second load of cum on the day on to her tight tits.

I stood above admiring the sight of her below me, cum dribbling down her boobs and onto her tight belly while she smiled pleasingly at me.

After a few moments I kissed her forehead and made for the bathroom to go for a pee and Helen did likewise only going to the kitchen for her cigarettes. I heard the click of her lighter as I did my business then washed my hands.

I paused at the doorway as I glanced in and saw Helen spread out on the sofa, her body splattered with copious amounts of my cum. Eyes shut and looking somewhat flushed her right hand brushed her forehead. Her other arm was extended out over the side of the sofa with her cigarette dangling from her hand. A gentle plume of cigarette smoke hovered above her.

How the hell did I get here I thought to myself?

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This is a continuation of this couple’s story, but with little explanation of their Chicago weekend in chapters 1-3. Most of these locations are real, although twisted as needed for the sake of fiction. The characters are of the imagination. Thank you!

*

The rain fell; a soft mist covered surfaces with a glaze of moisture. Cara looked out her office window at the gray. The tiny peek-a-boo view showed the Willamette River winding its way through downtown Portland.

“Cara. I’m getting coffee. You want one?”

She glanced up at Kevin just outside her office door with a carafe in hand. “Ummm. Sure, thanks. Do you mind taking this?” and she held out a black mug.

“Yea, you bet,” and then he was gone. Cara sat quietly, running two fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck.

It had been a month since Chicago. A whole month. On the busiest days, she almost forgot about it. On other days, her head spun. She needed to be close to him again. To feel him. She swiveled slightly in her chair and clicked open another email. Her phone gave a soft buzz.

“HEY YOU. JUST LANDED.”

Her cheeks flushed, warm and pink and she typed back.

“FANTASTIC”

They had texted on and off but hadn’t really talked. She had gotten loaded with projects. He always seemed busy with traveling or hosting clients. Today he was flying in for a pitch meeting.

“GETTING UBER TO HOTEL”

She smiled into her phone.

“GREAT. WHICH ONE?”

Her phone was quiet. She imagined him stretching his legs as his rose into the aisle, putting a bag over his shoulder.

“MONACO”

And then a second later…

“HAD TO. : )”

Cara blushed. Mmmmm…..Hotel Monaco. The cheese platter, the animal print robes, the soft king bed, the prosecco. My God, what he had done with that prosecco bottle.

“Here you go.”

Cara startled at the noise from her door. “Sorry, what?”

“Your coffee.” Kevin held it out in front of him, the dress shirt pulling tight along his shoulder.

“OH!” She shrugged it off with a laugh. “Thank you,” she said taking it from him. “Hey, umm, I’ve got a new request from HP for a partner summit. Could you take a stab at the budget and review with me when you’ve got something together?’

He looked surprised at her question, but then smiled calmly. “You bet. I’ll have something for you by tomorrow. Just email me the specs if you would.”

“I will. Thanks,” she said and turned back to her phone.

Of course Tom was at the Monaco. She typed quickly.

“LOL. PERFECT. I’LL FIND YOU.”

She thought for a second.

“YOU DIDN’T BRING RUNNING SHOES DID YOU?”

She took a sip of coffee and waited. Her hand clicked open the HP email and two corresponding spreadsheets. She couldn’t concentrate. It was just a blur of lines and numbers. She needed to dump this off to Kevin, like now.

The phone buzzed again.

“U KIDDING? PACIFIC NW AND NOT SEE THE TRAILS?”

She took a deep breath.

“FREE THIS AFTERNOON?”

Putting her phone down, she tried again at the spreadsheets. No good. Still a blur.

“I AM. CLIENT MEETING IS 10AM TMRW.”

She calculated her morning…..and changing….and getting over the 10 blocks….

“I’LL COME TO YOU. AROUND 2PM. WEAR THE SHOES.”

She waited again for a response. Was he now calculating? Or maybe hesitating? But in the end, she got her answer.

“DEAL.”

Cara took another sip of coffee and smiled.

At 1:45pm, Cara left her 3rd floor office and took the stairs down and out onto the street. The rain had stopped but was expected later in the evening. There was the moist, slapping sound of car tires as they rolled thru wet pavement. It was lucky to still had the gym bag in her office. Nylon shorts felt a little thin but the zippered jacket over her tank helped. She hit the sidewalk at a light jog. A Portland street tram went by as she crossed behind it and worked her way over to the corner of Washington and 5th.

Like many of the buildings downtown, Hotel Monaco was a tall, handsome, gray stone structure. It was sandwiched tight into the core of the business district. One of the valets held the large glass door open as she entered the lobby. The jog had her feeling warm, but not sweaty, and she pulled her phone from a waist belt.

“I’M IN THE LOBBY”

She had a response within 10 seconds.

“COME TO THE BAR.”

Cara turned and walked into the doorway of the Red Star Bar and paused. Her stomach tightened. A couple of tables were occupied but he sat alone at the corner seat along the bar itself, half a glass of beer in front of him and a small empty plate. The bartender nodded, responding to something in their conversation. Tom sat relaxed, in long cotton shorts and a black t-shirt, his running shoes resting on the foot rail. She saw the line of his bicep as he reached for his glass. The bartender looked over as she approached, and Cara put her hand on the back of the second chair.

“Microbrew?” she questioned.

Tom swung his gaze to the right and smirked ever so slightly.

“Well…as a matter of fact…” He merzifon escort pulled slightly on the back of her stool, so she could slide onto it.

“Hey you.” His voice deep and warm.

Cara smiled and dipped her head shyly. “Hey.”

Tom half turned in his chair, swinging a thigh toward her. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Are you kidding?” her eyes wide. She looked down at the bar top, and then met his gaze again. “Couldn’t wait.”

Tom watched her quietly. She saw his tongue gently touch the roof of his mouth. She reached forward very slowly, just brushing the backs of her fingers against the growth of his three-week beard. “This is new,” she offered smiling.

“Yea, I needed to change things up,” he said as he shrugged. “Is that ok?”

She chuckled softly. “Sure.” Pausing, she added “I’m not a fan of mustaches…but I like this. A lot.”

Her hand came back to her lap, but she stayed quiet.

“Sooooo, we’re going running, huh?”

Cara laughed through her nose and smiled, sitting a bit higher in her chair.

“Yup! She rubbed her hands on both thighs. “There’s a nature preserve in the hills just west of downtown. Forest Park. It’s awesome.”

Tom could smell the faintest scent of her. Like shampoo maybe, or lotion. He watched her thighs move and her hips fidget on the hard barstool. Damn, those nylon shorts.

“Nice. So, what’s in the park? Just trails?”

“Oh no…it’s huge. It has a Science Center, Portland Zoo, Arboretum, Rose Garden, Japanese Garden…everything. Also, this old mansion at the top. Killer view.”

Tom’s eyebrows lit up a bit. “Ahhhh. Ok, you had me at killer view. Let’s do that.”

She nodded once. “Good. Ready?”

Cara slipped off the bar stool. Tom signed his room number to the check, took a sip of beer, and they walked toward the front desk.

“I think I’m good without this,” she said pulling off the jacket and looking up at him. “Could I leave it here?”

Tom handed the Gortex to the front desk to hold. Then they turned and headed out past the valet. He put a hand on the small of her back, guiding her out the last set of doors. She pretended not to notice, but felt his touch run through every inch of her.

“I take the train into work, so I don’t have a car here downtown, however the park isn’t that far. We can Uber to the mansion at the top and then run the trails down.”

She ordered a ride and put the phone back in the fabric belt around her waist. Tom paused, looking down at her.

“How was your morning?”

Cara thought for a minute and sighed.

“It was alright. New project in from Hewlett Packard. I have one of my planners doing a quote.” She shrugged. “He’s new so we’ll see what happens.”

“Did you just hire him?”

“Yea, two weeks ago. But he’s pretty good. I need some redundancy and back up so I want a couple of people who know what I know.”

She crossed her arms to trap the warmth against her chest. “Who’s your client?”

Tom smiled slightly. “Can’t tell you. Haven’t landed them yet.” Cara thought he was teasing but then realized he wasn’t. He shrugged. “This one’s kinda sensitive.”

Cara raised her eyebrows feigning disappointment and pouted. She mocked a serious look. “What if I torture it out of you?” she teased.

His eyes roamed from her mouth to her shoulders and back again as he breathed in through his nose. “I dare ya.”

Before he could continue, the Uber arrived, and confirmed their destination of the Pittock Mansion. On the ride, she asked him about the plane ride, his trail races, his friends. After Chicago his texts would come in a short flurry, and then be gone, and then come again…describing his new car….how his dog wakes him at 4:30am…photos of trail running in shin deep mud.

Hermosa Blvd was tight and windy, and Cara turned away from him to look out the window. Tom saw her hand flexing against her knee. She breathed slowly and deeply.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Yea,” she smiled shyly. “My stomach doesn’t handle curvy roads unless I”m driving. We’re almost there anyway.”

The driver passed thru a stone gate and turned left into a parking lot. They jumped out and walked past a family with a stroller, two couples looking at maps, and a group of older women getting into the ticket line.

“Dang, I didn’t bring money,” Tom paused. “Thought we were just running.”

Cara tugged on the corner of his t-shirt sleeve and pulled him past the ticket booth.

“We are. It’s ok….tickets are for inside tours. We’re just going to the grounds.”

She guided him up a sidewalk path where a huge three-story stone mansion rose on their right-hand side. Smokey leaded glass obscured the interiors but as they passed the arched carriage drive-through and rounded the back, a wide terrace flowed onto a manicured lawn. Beyond the lawn, was one of the most beautiful views Tom had ever seen.

“Ok. Wow.”

Cara sat down on the stone terrace steps and watched him, with hands on his hips, look out onto downtown Portland and the mountain range in the distance. Clouds had separated and cleared mezitli escort over the section looking East.

She waited a few moments and then filled in some blanks for him.

“That’s Mt. Hood. Over the city. Pointy…triangular. Glacial snow at the top all year long. It’s too cloudy today, but sometimes you can see 5 of the big volcanos from here. Including Mt. Bachelor and Mt. Saint Helens.”

From her seated position, Cara gazed at the back of his legs…past his calves and the tendons at his knees, to the shorts hanging off his hips and layered by the hem of his t-shirt. His hamstrings flexed as he moved to sit next to her.

“There’s also the aerial tram. Over there,” said Cara pointing to the left. “It goes from downtown up to the Health and Science University. Nice view from there as well. But that costs money. And this view is better.”

She crossed her arms and held her elbows, suddenly shy. He put his right arm around her shoulders. She chuckled and felt the warmth all along his arm.

“Sorry…I like playing tour guide.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love it.” Tom stroked her arm under his fingers. It was the first skin to skin contact he’d made.

As Cara tipped her head toward his shoulder, he felt his thighs tighten and wondered how long the run would take to get all the way to that front lobby again.

He was concentrating on the part of her hair that brushed his jaw when a preschool aged boy ran across the lawn in front of them. His yelling only vaguely caught Tom’s attention, but then he watched the set of parents to whom the boy had run. The woman was pointing off to the North.

Tom squeezed against Cara’s shoulder.

“Uhhhhh, that doesn’t look so good,” he said, nodding to the left.

The normal gray sky was showing a sharp line of heavy clouds, and the air was breezy.

Cara sat up straighter. “Shit. It’s not supposed to do that till tonight.”

She pulled away from his arm and stood up. “We gotta get going.”

They wound through groups of people, all heading to the parking lot. Cara lead him down the driveway and then broke into a jog on part of the twisting road until she turned onto a forested path. Tom glanced at the wooden sign as they went by…”Upper Macleay Trail.”

“Ok,” she said, “You ready?”

He nodded confidently. “Your forest. Lead on.”

Cara took off on the single-track path, her shoes light on the dirt. They were losing elevation, with a hill of ferns rising above them on the left and a drop-off on the right. He could hear water. Hundred-foot evergreen trees rose up from the depths beside him. Tom felt himself getting warm from the running but cooled from the misty wetness.

For half a mile they curved and swung around families of trees, sometimes rising short hills, but generally on a flat or downward pitch. The air smelled like bark. And mushrooms. It was harder to see the full sky, but he wondered when the weather would catch them.

“This is beautiful,” he called out.

She yelled back without stopping, “It’s better in the sun.” She took a few more strides. “I’m sorry, I really thought we’d make it back without getting wet.”

He gave her running room but stayed right with her. “I don’t care. This is just fine.”

He watched the soles of her feet kick back, one after the other, as each calf flexed hard. Her shoulders were relaxed but she occasionally lifted an arm out sideways for balance.

There was a light drizzle at first; he could feel it on his neck. And then raindrops, light but insistent. Cara seemed to push the pace and he kept up, watching for branches and small rocks. On one curve, Cara slid on a tree root, squealing, before regaining her footing. She continued running about 20 feet in front of him.

“Hey, don’t twist an ankle. I’m not carrying you.”

Cara laughed tightly. “Awe c’mon,” as she jumped a boulder lodged halfway into the path. “That sounds fun.”

“Seriously though, be careful when it downpours,” he yelled out.

Cara called back over her shoulder, breathing heavily between words.

“Dude…this is…Oregon. It doesn’t…downpour. Just…drizzles.”

She hurdled two more tree roots, and he did the same just behind her. He watched her ass flex and then jiggle on each stride. Yup, he liked the Oregon forest.

As his face started to moisten with raindrops, a deafening crack of thunder ripped directly overhead. Cara jerked, ducking on reflex.

“What the hell?!,” she cried.

Tom wasn’t sure how nervous to be amid all the damn trees.

Still keeping pace, he watched her curving left and then right around giant Douglas firs. Her auburn pony tail swung back and forth in a figure eight, turning a shade darker as it got wet. He felt the black cotton sticking to his chest. It made him wonder what she looked like from the front.

They could hear a downpour punching thru the top canopy of evergreens. Cara’s arms flailed out for balance and then pulled back into her body, swinging her forward. The large branches couldn’t protect against this volume of rain. Within seconds, she was wet…pouring midyat escort rain dripping over her shoulders and down her arms.

The bark path turned to dirt, and then to mud. She wasn’t kicking mud onto him yet, but it was starting to splatter onto the backs of her calves, making brown streaks.

Another clap of thunder. And then a small flash. That’s what had him worried.

“How much longer do you think?” he yelled forward.

She slid down a steeper part of the path and slowed their pace to keep from falling.

“Maybe half mile on trail,” she called. “And then a mile or so from the park back through city streets.”

Up ahead the trail split at a fork. She had been taking the run at a decent pace but just caught the sign name in time…Wildwood. Cara skidded in the mud. As he tried to stop without crashing into her, his hands grabbed her on both hips as his chest just grazed her back.

“Whoa! Baby, what’s up?”

She grabbed his hand and pulled.

“Here. Better idea.”

She took off down the right-side path, letting go so he had room to run. They went another 100 yards down a narrower trail and pushed aside branches and a few ferns at their feet before breaking into a tiny clearing.

Tom jogged right into a fairytale.

Before him was a small, two-story cottage, completely in stone, sloped rafters but no roof, a stone staircase rising from the first to second floor that was exposed and only enclosed by two remaining walls. Every corner of the crumbling structure was covered in soft green moss where it dripped from the edges, glistening in the rain.

Tom halted, his mouth open and breathing deeply as he pulled in air. “Oh my God.”

Cara smiled. “No kidding,” she said breathing hard. Her eyes squinted and blinked in the heavy rain. She walked toward a blackened doorway and turned around to him with both arms outstretched.

“Welcome to the Witches Cottage,” she beckoned.

A flash of lightening and deafening crack of thunder, made her flinch again.

“Crap. Get in here,” she commanded.

Although the second floor and staircase were completely open to the weather, it covered the first floor, leaving it dark and dry. Cara walked thru a small archway and Tom ducked in behind her. Within the darkness, he could make out one main room with a smaller room, pitch black, attached at the back through another doorway.

Cara talked as she caught her breath.

“I knew about this but had forgotten it until seeing the remains of the old trail sign. Given the lightening, it’s a good spot to wait it out.”

It was the first time they had stopped running since leaving the mansion and Cara bent in half to put her hands on her knees and catch her breath.

Tom was breathing deeply, but still standing. He leaned a shoulder against the cool stone of the room and watched her. Strands of wet hair fell forward along her cheeks, dripping to the ground in front of her feet. He watched her back expand and contract with every deep breath she took, the wet tank plastered to her skin.

She answered a few of his unspoken questions.

“This is”… gasping…”the site of an old family home from the 1800’s. Lots of drama.” She breathed out. “The father killed a man who wanted to marry his daughter. Said his wife had ‘bewitched’ him and made him do it.”

She lifted her head and threw him a look with an evil twinkle in her eye.

“Some think it’s haunted.”

Tom took a step toward her along the wall. She was now only 3 feet away, her bottom backed up against the stone for support. Calming, Cara stood up and wiped the wetness from her forehead and temple back into her hair.

“The storm will move pretty quickly,” she offered.

Tom gazed at the whole front of her…the mud splattered up her calves, the sheen of her nylon shorts sticking to her thighs, the soaking tank plastered across her stomach and pulling between her breasts as they moved with her breathing, the faintest bud of her nipples showing hard beneath her running bra. Although smiling, she held her lips apart and licked the bottom one.

“I don’t know…” he said, “This is pretty nice.”

He wanted her. He’d thought of kissing her at the hotel, but needed to find out what that preoccupied, crazy mind of hers was thinking. She hadn’t really flirted much. Or touched him, besides the stroke of his beard. Did she not want Chicago? He had to find out.

One step closed the distance between them as he cradled her wet head in his fingers. Her lips parted as she relaxed her neck and tilted backward. That was permission enough. He covered her mouth with his.

He was kissing her again. It was mind numbing. Cara moaned without thinking. His face was wet, but his tongue was warm and soft as it caressed her upper lip. Fingers pushed further onto the back of her head, digging into the wet mass of hair, as he drew his tongue to the front of her teeth and then slid in, caressing her again.

She pulled against him, kissing the corner of his mouth and suckling his tongue. The beard tickled her chin as she moved over him. Her hands curved around the middle of his back, holding the ridge of muscle to balance herself. And to pull him closer. He could feel her breasts molding to him, at the bottom edge of his chest. He left one hand under her jaw and slid the other around her shoulder and down her back, splaying his fingers across the flair at her hips.

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He really wasn’t sure what to expect. He’d been talking to her on the net for a long time now and they’d never met, now suddenly she was ready to meet him. He had to wonder if it was because he was leaving for a year or because she’d finally let down her guard, either way, he really didn’t care he just wanted her.

Jessie stood in front of the mirror wondering what in the world this guy saw in her. She wasn’t beautiful, cute maybe, wasn’t thin, she was pretty average. Really, she could have stood to lose 15 pounds, but she knew for some reason men found her sexy and alluring.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask why,” she stated as she turned from her mirror and headed towards her closet to find something to wear.

As he drove towards her home town, he used the time to contemplate what he would say to her, when they met in person. His head full of questions, doubts, wondering if she was really the outgoing sexually experimentations woman she made herself out to be. Oh yes, he’d seen her photos, she’d sent him so many, nude and dressed, even stepping outside of her normal behavior to send him photos of her in the most natural ways possible. She got to him, he couldn’t tell if it was just sexually, but she definitely had a hold on him that he wasn’t accustom to. Jake knew this was going to be a day for him to remember for the rest of his life!

Jessie hastily dressed and went back to stand in front of the mirror. “Girl, you must be nuts” she thought to herself, but this man, Jake, there was just something about him. He got to her physically, oh yes. The phone calls, the texting, chatting on the Internet. In his photos, his coy smile, his eyes sparkling. Jessie wanted him so badly she could almost taste him on her lips. She felt herself become damp with anticipation as she thought of some of the things he’d said to her. Jessie checked herself over one more time just to be sure, turned from the mirror and flipped the light switch on her way out the door.

Jake booked a room at a quiet little retreat just outside of town. After he’d checked in, he went to the room, taking along a few items he’d bought to make this the most romantic tryst Jessie would ever had. He walked through the room placing scented candles throughout, the scent was almost intoxicating for him and he knew it would do the same for Jessie. He’d even brought flowers for her, lilies. He knew she loved flowers and rarely received them in her real life. He checked his watch, 9:45, he send her a text with the room number and waited by the window for her to arrive.

Jessie arrived at the little motel a little before 10. She knew he was there and waiting for her already, as he’d sent her a text just a few minutes prior to let her know where their bungalow was. Her heart began racing as she pulled into the drive and looked for their bungalow. It was in a shaded area, detached from the rest of the buildings. Her worry about being heard by people in neighboring rooms ceased when she saw their little hideaway. She pulled into a parking slot next to what must have been his vehicle, as she did, the door opened and he stood in the doorway.

He was exactly like his photos, handsome, sexy and very well built. Her heart skipped a beat and began racing as she turned off her engine and reached for her purse. She’d turned away for only a moment and her car door suddenly opened. His coy smile made her hands shake as he took her by the hand and led her from her car into the room. Neither of them spoke a word as Jake led Jessie into the room, he gently closed the door while continuing to hold her hand, then with a swift motion picked her up and took her to the bed.

Jessie felt the breath slip from her lungs as he picked her up and placed her on the melikgazi escort bed, before she could say a word his lips were upon hers. His tongue parting her lips and probing her mouth, reaching for her tongue. Her hands reached around his neck and her tongue joined his in a dance only they could understand. Finally, he pulled his head back and smiled down at her. “Hi baby doll.” His words seemed to ooze from his lips like sugar, Jessie smiled back at him.

“Hi ya sunshine.” Jake laughed when she called him sunshine, his laugh was intoxicating.

Jake leaned back and slid her legs apart, sitting between them, he reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse. Jessie could barely breathe, let alone talk but managed to whisper “God, I have wanted you for so long.”

This only seemed to spark Jake into action and she quickly found his mouth upon hers again. His kisses started slowly and as they kissed his lips pressed harder against hers, he finally finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled away again to survey her body further. His hand reached down to her breasts and gently let loose the clasp of her bra. Her taunt breasts fell from the bra and he groaned, his lips found her nipple immediately and as he sucked on one, he reached to the other with his hand, teasing and gently pinching the other.

Jessie moaned “umm, that feels so good” the words could barely escape her lips as he teased and taunted her nipples.

Jessie could feel herself becoming wet with anticipation. As he continued to assault her nipples, she reached down and found his cock under his pants. He was so hard as she rubbed against his cock with one hand, her other found the entrance and began unbuttoning his pants. Jake stopped what he was doing and pulled her hands away. He looked down at her “Not yet” he stated boldly.

“Please Jake, I want to touch you, feel your hard cock in my hands” she stated as she made a pouty face.

He smiled down at her little pouty face “you’re cute when you pout, but not yet!”

Her mind was racing, she felt exposed and totally in his control. She’d always been the one in control and she wasn’t sure how to let go and let him take over. Before she could continue her thought his lips were pressing down upon her lips again and his tongue pushing through her lips deep into her mouth again. As he kissed her, his hand slipped down between her thighs, he moaned as he felt her wetness. She’d worn a skirt just for this occasion. His fingers rubbed her clit and her body began moving in motion with his fingers. Finally, he pulled his mouth from hers and stood in front of her.

He reached down and pulled her up from the bed, standing her in front of him. Slowly he slid her blouse from her shoulders, taking her bra along with it, then with his tongue and lips sliding down her bare chest and breasts, he moved to his knees in front of her. He quickly removed her skirt and panties, sliding them down her ample thighs and sat on his knees in front of her surveying her body. Jessie was a little uncomfortable and found herself putting her arms over her abdomen to cover herself. Jake realized what she was doing…

“Quit,” he whispered to her, “there is nothing wrong with your body.”

Sensing her feelings and wanting to make her comfortable, he sat her back on the bed, gently pushing her shoulders back so she was laying flat on the bed again.

Jake stood at the end of the bed and keeping his eyes on hers, removed his shirt and pants. He groaned as he watched her bite her bottom lip in anticipation. He scurried back onto the bed, laying next to her. He gently reached down and kissed her on the cheek, then her forehead and then again, his lips menemen escort found hers. As he continued to kiss her deeply, he slid his hand down her chest, onto her abdomen and then found her hard clit. He groaned just feeling how wet she was, how wet he was making her. As he started rubbing her clit, she reached down and found his stiff cock and began stroking him.

As her hand found his cock and she began to stroke him, Jake slid his finger inside her tight wet pussy.

“God baby, you are tight and so wet” he groaned.

Jake remembered all the things they had talked about and slid a second and then a third finger inside her pussy. Her hips ground against his hand, as his fingers dove deeper inside her. She continued to stroke his cock as he pulled his lips from hers, his mouth went from one nipple to the other as his fingers continued to push into her pussy. She was so wet he decided to slide the fourth finger inside her and as he did her hips pushed harder against his hand.

“Oh hell yeah, baby, oh my God, that feels so good, don’t stop” the words slipping from her lips, her voice hoarse.

“I want to suck your cock now, please baby, let me,” she said as he continued to finger her pussy.

He turned and climbed over the top of her, his cock ready for her mouth. Before he could ram his fingers back into her pussy, her mouth was already wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep into her throat.

“Fuck baby” escaped from his lips as his mouth dove onto her clit and he rammed his fingers back into her pussy. Jessie allowed his cock to slide deep into her mouth, wanting to give him the ultimate pleasure, her hands wrapped around his ass, pulling his hips into her face. As Jake continued working her clit with his mouth, he took his fingers from her pussy and slowly slid one into her ass. Even with her mouth full of his cock he could hear her moan in pleasure.

The more he worked her clit and ass, the harder she sucked his cock, he slid another finger into her ass and then began working her pussy with his other hand, her whole body was shaking as he filled her pussy up to his knuckles with four fingers, and working her ass with fingers from his other hand. Jessie’s hips ground against his hand as he slowly pushed his thumb into her pussy, her whole body quivered as he slowly tried to push his entire hand inside her. Finally, his hand slid inside her pussy and he pushed it further inside her. Jessie’s whole body shook as she pulled her face away from his cock and stroked him while he pushed his hand in her an pulled it out, then pushed it back into her as deeply as he could. Jessie let out a whimper, then close to a scream.

“Oh my God, JAKE, oh my God….fuck me, yes….ummmm.”

Jake felt her orgasm and quickly wrapped his mouth over her clit causing the orgasm to come quicker and harder.

“Yeah, Jessie, come on baby, cum all over my hand, yes baby, yes, come on baby…..” Jake egged her on and finally, in a massive spasm cum squirted from her pussy onto his hand.

He slowed his movements, but continued to gently move his hand in and out of her pussy. Jessie eagerly grabbed his cock and slid it back into her mouth and started sucking on him harder than before, she wanted his cum in her mouth and she wanted it now.

“come on Jake, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Jake moaned and began grinding his hips into her mouth. Her moans of pleasure were obvious, she was enjoying his cock in her mouth and his hand in her pussy. Jake felt a moan escape his lips as he could feel himself getting closer to release. Jessie kept sucking on his cock, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling away and sucking meram escort his balls into her mouth. Jake quivered when she did this, it was sensational, then she would stuff his hard cock back into her mouth and continue sucking. Finally, Jessie could feel his orgasm welling up inside him so she sucked harder, using her hand to push his cock deeper in her mouth and jacking him off at the same time. Jake stopped fingering her moaning.

“Oh fuck yes Jessie, suck me off, come on baby, don’t stop I’m going to cum!”

As the words escaped from his lips Jessie felt his hot cum inside her mouth, deep in her throat, she kept sucking him until she knew all his juices were emptied from him.

He quivered as he dropped his body next to hers on the bed. In one swift motion he turned so he laid facing her. Jessie smiled as he looked down at her, his eyes sparkled with pleasure. Jake smiled. Suddenly they both started giggling.

“Jessie you are fucking amazing” Jake said as he reached down and ran his fingers across her clit, her inward breath becoming sharp as he did this.

“Well, Jake, baby, you are pretty incredible yourself!” she returned.

As they laid and talked together about her kids and his job, they continued to tease each other. Jessie started to look a little uncomfortable when he asked her about her home life, so instead of pushing the issue, he instead, slid his fingers back inside her tight wet pussy.

“I can’t believe I can get my hand inside you but you’re tight as hell again, FUCK. I want in you” with a swift motion Jake was between Jessie’s legs and sliding his cock into her waiting pussy.

Jessie moaned as his cock found her deepest recessed and reached down and pulled his hips against her. Jake began pounding her pussy with all his strength, finally reaching down and grabbing her ankles and putting them over his shoulders.

“I love your tight pussy, fuck baby” he groaned as he looked down and watched his cock sliding in and out of her.

“Hell yeah, baby, oh my God, I love it deep, oh god, fuck me…..” she moaned with pleasure as he continued to pound her.

He pulled out of her and made a quick chore out of turning her over onto her knees and rammed his cock back inside her pussy. His hands pulled her hips hard against his, her moans of pleasure making him push inside her, harder and harder. Finally, just as he knew she was about to cum again he pulled out and turned her over, facing her. He leaned above her, staring into her eyes.

“What?” She asked.

“You are just…amazing….why me?” He quietly asked her.

“Why you what, silly?” she questioned.

“Why would you want me, I’m nothing special, just another one of your admirers, why did you want me?”

Jessie giggled, “You are so silly Jake, why wouldn’t I want you? You’re gorgeous and sweet and romantic and you like me for me.”

He groaned as she slid down and began sucking his cock again, his hands wrapped into her hair, pulling it from her face so he could see her. She turned slightly and looked up at him as she began stroking his balls while she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. His cock hardened as she continued to suck him deeper into her warm mouth, he could feel his cum welling up ready to blow as she kept sucking harder on his rigid cock, pulling her mouth away her words.

“Cum for me baby, cum in my mouth.”

The way she talked to him made him groan and pull her head back to his waiting cock, she sucked him deeply into her throat and finally his hot salty juices spilled into her waiting mouth causing her to moan in pleasure and delight. When his cock stopped throbbing and it’s juices stopped flowing into her mouth, she sat up and started giggling.

“WHAT in the hell are you laughing at” he asked in an almost indignant tone.

“Baby, you said you don’t cum from getting sucked off, an I have to tell you, I’m pretty damn pleased with myself for getting you off.” She said between stifled giggles.

to be continued…

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As the saying goes, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Almost a year after my ex-girlfriend Jennifer broke up with me without so much as giving me a reason, I hastily forgave and forgot, and we were dating again. Without going into the details, the second run at a relationship lasted for an anxious three months before ending the same way the first try had. I still remember holding the phone to my ear, bewildered after Jennifer hung up following breaking up with me for the second time. Once again, I wasn’t even given a reason.

There was no way, I thought, that the bitch would fool me for a third time. Almost two years passed before I even saw Jennifer again, and I had intended to keep that streak going indefinitely. However, she eventually did cross my path again, and the circumstances surrounding that meeting were a little bizarre. I even suspected they were not coincidental. Not only did Jennifer find out where I worked, but she stopped by and asked for me specifically, even though she knew my department had nothing to do with the service she claimed she needed. I was immediately taken back when I saw her, not expecting the visitor to be who it was. I wasn’t at all happy to see her, so I calmly referred her to the proper staff member and quickly left her there.

Jennifer would not be denied, however. She had held onto my phone number for all that time and texted me that night. The jist of what she had to say was that she wanted to be friends again but still stunningly didn’t seem to understand that she had done anything to hurt me. I inevitably shared my feelings with her, at which point she did ask for my forgiveness. I was OK with forgiving her but wasn’t too interested in being friends, seeing as I had trusted her twice already and she had hurt me both times. I was ready to once again close the book on that chapter of my life until Jennifer pulled out the card that few men could refuse.

“What if I told you I really want to have sex with you? Just fuck me, one time.” She had my attention.

Just because we dated twice for a combined four months didn’t mean we’d slept together, and we hadn’t. I’d wanted to, though. I still did, actually, but not for the right reasons. I guess I hadn’t really forgiven her and was still kind of bitter. I liked the idea of letting her close to me physically, like she had done to me emotionally, and then dropping her as a form of payback. It was admittedly a selfish, immature motivation on my part. I deserved for it to backfire like it would.

On top of it all, Jennifer was really sexy, and I could only imagine she was a good fuck. She was 5’8″ and thin; thinner, now, in fact, than I remembered her. She must have started working out again. Her bright brown eyes and long, light brown hair could make my heart melt, too. Her best physical qualities for sure were her C-cup boobs and, of course, her awesome tight ass. She had about as rocking a body as any 30-year-old I knew.

My mind ran wild with possibilities when I fantasized about nailing Jennifer. I had a pretty perverted mind that could conjure up some really debased fun I could have with Jennifer’s sexy body, making it even harder to refuse her tempting offer. I decided that as long as I could stay in control of this casual affair, it would be harmless to sleep with her. After all, I had done some things that I was much less comfortable publicizing than simply what would amount to me as break-up sex.

We did end up having sex, in fact, and did so without so much as a real date. In the past, our actual dates had gone well, but, frankly, I had wasted enough time and money on her. Therefore, we cut out the formalities, and she met me at my apartment late one warm night toward the end of autumn. When I greeted her at the door, she was wearing a tight, long sleeve, low-cut gray shirt under which nothing was worn to cover the cleavage of her lovely breasts. I’d never gotten that good of a look at her rack when we were dating, so I was sporting a nice bulge in my pants pretty quickly. With the top, she wore simple blue jeans and black slip-on shoes.

In about the same time it took to describe her attire, the clothing was on the floor. Jennifer asked where the bedroom was and then made a beeline for it, scarcely looking over her shoulder at me as she pulled off articles of clothes all the way from my front door to the bedroom. I stood like a statue as I watched her go around the corner, into the room just before she tossed a black bra into the hallway.

I snapped to it and hurried down the hall and into my room to see Jennifer grinning playfully as she was already up to her chin under my comforter. At that point, I finally disrobed as well. Those final few minutes leading up to intercourse were a blur. I joined her in bed as she sat up, pulling the comforter up in order to let me in. My cock shot to full attention as soon as I saw her naked body, which was every bit as hot as I had imagined it. Jennifer knew she had me in that moment, her sly, seductive grin betraying her confidence as she watched my eyes drink in her luscious curves lefkoşa escort and sexy features – including those wonderful boobs, which, when bared, were every bit as arousing as I’d hoped.

Her hand was on my cock before I had even settled in beside her. I wanted badly to be in control and not give the girl who broke my heart the satisfaction of winning me over in any way, but the instant her warm, soft hand made contact with my flesh, I let out an involuntary moan that conveyed I had all but lost the upper hand. Jennifer let out that cute laugh of hers and went to work on my dick, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as she stroked me to insure I was totally hard for her. Of course, she knew almost right away that I was good and ready to be inside her.

I stayed still and watched as Jennifer pushed her hair back over her right ear and lowered her head down to accept my cock into her mouth. I felt a strange sense of powerlessness as my ex began to suck me off. As soon as the head of my cock slipped into her mouth, she pressed her lips around the phallus and pushed her head down until the entire shaft was inside. Jennifer didn’t so much as gag as she held my entire member in her mouth for a second, the tip of which poked at the back of her throat.

Again, so desperate to for once have the upper hand with this girl, I tried to suppress a moan but failed. The corners of Jennifer’s mouth pointed up a bit, and her eyes met mine as she smiled as best she could with a mouthful of cock. Then she slowly pulled her head up, my cock sliding within her mouth until my cock was out of her mouth entirely, exiting with an audible pop, at which point Jennifer inhaled deeply. I groaned again, and before I could regain composure, Jennifer threw her head back down and took my prick right back in.

Without further adieu, Jennifer’s head bobbed up and down on me, her lips and tongue expertly pressing against my shaft as she blew me. I gripped the sheets and finally managed to keep it together, simply sighing while the pretty girl sucked my cock. To date, I had done some pretty hot and debauched stuff with girls, so I didn’t know what it was about a simple blowjob from Jennifer that had me overwhelmed with her, but I was very much at risk of falling into this girl’s trap for the third time.

Jennifer kept her one hand at the base of my manhood, rubbing my hard balls as she coated my shaft with her spit. Her hair shifted back and forth as her head moved up and down, slurping and sucking on my cock. Every several seconds, she would slow down to lick the tip as she looked me in the eyes before going back to town on my shaft.

Jennifer blew me off for several moments before finally pulling away and straightening her back. She sat up, licked her lips a bit as she looked down at me and then smiled. In that moment, at least for that time, I forgot about all the anxiety this woman had caused me and wanted nothing more than to finally be intimate with her.

“What do you want to do to me?” Jennifer asked me sweetly. At that point, I felt like I regained my senses a bit, and a little of that selfish bitterness crept back in. I’d planned out in my head well in advance of this tryst what exactly I wanted to do to this girl, and that fantasy played out through my head again as soon as she asked me that question. As I got up and helped Jennifer onto her back, I made up in my mind that I was going to fuck this girl in every hole.

I started by crawling on top of Jennifer as she lay on her back. She grinned while I knelt over her, hovering my cock over her chest as Jennifer pressed her big tits together in anticipation of what I was about to do. First, though, I was captivated by her rack. Her large, perfectly round boobs pulled me in before I could do anything else to the bitch. I leaned over and squeezed both of her boobs before taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking on it.

Jennifer gasped. She moaned when my tongue traced her tit and pressed against the flesh on her right boob. Next, I switched to her other boob, a move that elicited more moans from my new fuck buddy. I continued to suck and lick Jennifer’s perfect breasts for a few minutes until I sat back up and slipped my spit-soaked cock between the lovely twins.

Holding her boobs together, Jennifer laughed and then smiled at me as I started to thrust back and forth, sliding my hard cock between her tits. I went slowly for just a minute or two and then leaned forward, propping myself up with my hands on the pillow on either side of the girl’s head, being careful not to accidentally pull the light brown hair that was splayed all over that pillow. With more leverage now, my thrusts became harder and faster. The more intensely I fucked Jennifer’s rack, the closer my body came to smothering Jennifer to the point that she was able to kiss my stomach as my cock slid between her sexy tits.

As enjoyable as it was to fuck those perfect fun bags, after a few minutes, we both simply needed to come together at last. I was already breathing more heavily and also perspiring lüleburgaz escort just a bit, and Jennifer had that look in her eyes that conveyed she wanted that cock inside her without another moment’s delay. I intended to consent to her tacit request and pulled myself off her just briefly. Jennifer groaned with desire beneath me and hurriedly used one hand to hold open her twat while grabbing my cock with the other. I looked into her brown eyes at first, but she was busy looking down. Instead, I gazed down her breasts and stomach before looking at he open pussy as my cock was pulled up to it. With one glance at Jennifer’s pussy, though, I decided I needed a taste before going inside.

Abruptly pulling away from Jennifer’s hand, I just as quickly dove into her pussy, putting my mouth right on that wet slit and licking her clit before sliding my tongue inside. Jennifer playfully screamed and then laughed as she immediately began to writhe on my bed as I ate her out. Her hands pulled away from inside her thighs to the back of my head, pressing my face even closer against her twat.

I could feel Jennifer lift and spread her legs, her thighs rubbing against my beard. I couldn’t see, though, since she was holding me tightly to her cunt as my tongue traveled all around inside her. As I feverishly licked Jennifer’s pussy, I sensed her body’s tensing as I pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. Soon, she was moaning loudly and lifting her legs up even more. She started to encourage me to continue while still holding my face close to her as I held her bucking hips and licked away.

Judging from Jennifer’s high-pitched moans, the bitch was cumming after really not that much oral attention. She was obviously as turned on as I was. She cried out, clutching my head and holding me close to her cumming pussy as Her hips nicked into my face. After a moment, her limbs finally relaxed, and I was able to sit up and breathe some fresh air as my renewed friend came down from her climax. As she caught her breath, she opened her eyes to be greeted by my gazing down at her body that was just starting to produce beads of sweat. She was already getting a workout, and the real fun had yet to begin. She laughed sweetly as she looked up at me and then spread her legs again, indicating that she was finally ready to open up to me physically, even if she never had emotionally.

Jennifer resumed where she had been before I had assaulted her pussy with my mouth. She spread her slightly trembling cunt with one hand while taking my cock, still rock-hard, and guiding it toward her opening. We both looked on steadfastly as, after years of my maddening frustration with this girl, our sex organs joined.

We groaned in unison as the tip of my cock pressed against her sopping wet pussy. From there, my dick slipped right in, her cunt already prepared for me by the orgasm the brunette had experienced just a moment before. Immediately, I was balls-deep inside her, for now fulfilling my lust.

Jennifer moaned, then giggled and then moaned again as I ground my crotch against hers, stuffing her pussy, which clung tightly to my engorged cock. I couldn’t help but moan with her as I felt her wet insides against my member. Jennifer wrapped her legs around my waist and ran her hands up my thighs as I held onto her hips and buried my cock as deep into her as I could, at long last. Then I began to thrust in and out of her, looking first at my glistening cock as it disappeared inside the hot girl and then reappeared when I pulled back. My eyes moved up to scan her flat stomach and then those fantastic boobs again before looking into her pretty eyes, which pleaded for me to give her a good fucking.

Jennifer’s hands moved up to my arms, and she beckoned me on top of her as I continued to push into her steadily. I quickly came down on her, smashing her tits against my chest as I moved in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Jennifer gasped and cursed, tightening her legs around me and throwing her arms around my neck as she kissed me. It wasn’t our first kiss, anyway, but it was the first one since we last broke up.

With the bitch wrapped around me and my cock pummeling her pussy, I became completely intoxicated by my lover. Her smooth and slightly damp flesh was warm as it pressed and slid against my own. Her tongue tangled with mine as we made out with passion that had always been inexplicably absent from our relationship until this night. As I fucked Jennifer’s pussy harder and faster, the grip of her limbs around me grew tighter until her fingernails were sinking into my back.

Between kisses, we breathed raggedly into each other’s mouths as her eyes intensely met my own as we passionately made love. Our sweat mingled together amid the ever increasing heat in that small bedroom. As I thrust into her over and over, the mattress depressed each time to accept her lovely body. The sound of the bed frame’s creaking joined the slapping of flesh along with our moans of pleasure to give us the perfect soundtrack for our intercourse.

Once magosa escort again, I felt Jennifer tense as I pleasured her. This time, it was even more obvious that she was closing in on an orgasm since I could feel her pussy tightening and on the verge of convulsing as my prick thrust in and out of it hard and fast. Accompanying those signs were the moans escaping from Jennifer’s mouth, which grew more and more intense. Before long, she was entirely unable to kiss me because of her uncontrollable moaning, so I kissed her neck as my cock pounded her straight into her second orgasm of the night.

Moaning and cursing through her climax, Jennifer tightened her legs and arms around me so tightly that it became hard to breath. I was already panting and sweating from screwing her as it was, but having sex with Jennifer was so much fun that I could overlook the discomfort. She, too, was quite a sweaty, sexy mess as my cock slammed her, sliding in and out of that cumming pussy over and over again until Jennifer said the words that led me perfectly into what I wanted to do to her next.

Cursing, she said, “You can do whatever you want to me!” I slowed down my thrusts inside her, still masterfully holding off my orgasm so as to enjoy some more fun with this bitch. I wondered just how serious she was with that she said. Of course, I was going to take advantage of her regardless of what she said.

“Anything?” I said, seeing just how easily I could get away with completely fulfilling my lust.

“Yes,” she said. “Anything. You deserve it. Fuck my ass, cum in my pussy – anything you want.”

Wow. I was hellbent on screwing Jennifer’s ass from the outset but never imagined it would be this simple to pull off. I continued to rail Jennifer’s pussy throughout that exchange as our bodies remained tangled together, our sweat mingling. Once I had the green light to give her anal, I gave her just a couple more thrusts and then began to pull out. Jennifer responded by relaxing her arms and legs around me, allowing me to escape the cage she had formed with her limbs.

Panting and without so much as looking at me, Jennifer turned around and got to her hands and knees. I straightened up my back and knelt behind her, my erection standing on its own without need of support from my hands for now as I used both hands to spread Jennifer’s ass cheeks. Just as I was thinking about if Jennifer had ever received anal before, she answered my question without my even needing to ask.

“Mmm, please don’t be shy,” she said. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good ass-fucking.” I needed no further motivation. To be honest, simple anal sex was not a huge turn on for me in most situations. I didn’t have much desire to fuck a girl’s ass, as I much more enjoyed the pussy. However, Jennifer had probably the sexiest ass on any girl I’d ever gone out with and, now, fucked, and even my limited experience with giving it to a girl in her ass demanded that I give this hot butt the proper treatment.

Without a word in response, I held Jennifer’s ass wide open and easily pushed the tip of my cock against her tight, dark hole as I once again admired that part of her body. Once my prick was in place between Jennifer’s ass cheeks, I left only one hand on her ass and used the other to grip my cock and push it one inch at a time past her sphincter. Once the head was in, Jennifer let out an amused cry and dug her fingernails into the mattress. When one more inch slid in, she moaned, sounding a little more uncomfortable. Another inch, another moan. I switched my hand back onto her ass, and, slowly but surely, my prick sank deeper and deeper into hot Miss Jennifer’s tight, sexy ass, drawing out moans and groans the whole time, until my balls were touching her taint.

By now I was groaning. Jennifer laughed and threw her hair back as I stayed still for a moment and sunk my nails into her supple cheeks. I began to merely grind on her until she ordered me to really give it to her.

“Come on!” she said. “I said don’t be shy, mister. Fuck that ass with your sexy cock!” Yes, ma’am, huh? Holding tightly to her ass, I immediately thrust hard in and out of her tight, raw ass. Jennifer screamed, making a noise that sounded to be a mixture of arousal and amusement. This hole was, of course, even tighter and much less lubricated than her pussy, and it took a little more effort at first to soundly fuck it, but within a minute my cock was gliding in and out of that tight, hot ass like it was nothing.

The air in the room grew even hotter as the mattress creaked beneath us. She and I were both panting, cursing and moaning as we fucked. Jennifer’s entire back was shining with sweat, and I could feel drops of perspiration forming and dropping all over my own body as I nailed Jennifer hard and fast in her shitter.

I imagined sex with this ex-girlfriend of mine would be hot but never thought it would be as fun and intense as this night had been. As I pushed in and out of Jennifer’s butt, I began to reconsider my original plan. This sex was too much fun to just let it be a one-time thing, but, on the other hand, I was walking a dangerous line of growing attached to this girl for the third time. Maybe, I started to think as the depraved lust demon within began to dictate my thinking, I could take further advantage of our situation and pull off some really fun and sinful shit in the near future.

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Please read “His Loss” as it explains much of the background of these people. This is a love story. This story contains oral, vaginal and three-some sex. There is woman-woman pleasuring, nudity, and Polyamory. If any of that will offend you, don’t read this story.

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The sign came down today. It read “For Sale” in front of Amanda’s house for almost a month. It was replaced with a sign that reads, “In Escrow.”

The construction on our home continues. The master bath is being remodeled. The master bedroom is being enlarged and a bedroom is becoming a big closet. We don’t sleep there or really live there. We sleep in Barbara’s apartment. When she started with the company I work for she just rented a two bedroom apartment, so now we share it with her. The construction guys tell me it will only be another month until they’re done. That would be on April first. I told Barbara and Amanda it would be May first at the earliest.

Barbara and I ride to work together every day. We share lunch about three days a week. It took a week before people at work noticed we were having a relationship. Some of the guys ribbed me about moving right in on her. They didn’t know how right they were. We moved into her apartment one week after our first date. It had taken me that long to get Frank, my friend and general contractor, to start the remodeling we needed.

Amanda has healed from surgery quite well. She can and does move both arms and has taken on the job of taking care of Barbara and me and the apartment. Before surgery she was a housewife and loves it so we talked it over as a family and now both Barbara and I love being taken care of by Amanda. I love walking in at night and dinner is made. The first smell from the kitchen tells me that I am loved and taken care of. Barbara likes not having to decide what we are going to eat, when to do the laundry, what we need from the market, but most of all she likes being part of our loving family.

It is surprising to me how quickly we have adapted to living as a family. It isn’t roommates. All three of us did that in college and this isn’t that. I love Barbara and I love Amanda. Amanda loves Barbara and she loves me. Barbara loves both Amanda and me. Not the love of brothers and sisters but the full out love of married, committed, sexual beings.

The realtor called Amanda with the news that her house was in escrow at about ten in the morning. She called me and I told Barbara. At noon we picked Amanda up and drove by to see the new sign. Then we had lunch together and decided to go out for dinner. We dropped Amanda at home with lots of kisses and went back to work. Five weeks ago I would have said I went back to the salt mine but with Barbara there I don’t say that any more. I’ve never heard of a sugar or spice mine but that’s what I’d call work now.

As we pulled up and parked at Barbara’s apartment Barbara saw a note tacked up in her parking space. We read it together. The manager wanted us to pay more rent as there were more people living in the apartment.

Barbara said, “We’ll see about that.”

Barbara had signed a lease and when we read it saw that it said nothing about the rent going up if she shared the apartment. She wrote a short note to the manager and we posted it in the same spot where we found his note. The note said, “No.”

Before we left Barbara and Amanda and I showered and changed clothes. The shower stall in the apartment was a single. We hated it. Our new bathroom would have a shower big enough for all of us to shower together. Every time one of us used the shower we complained about not being able to really get clean, and we laughed.

The restaurant was a favorite of mine that I hadn’t been in for at least a year. When you are alone wonderful restaurants are not often on the list of places to go, at least for me. I want to be with someone special in a special place. I walked in with two beautiful women and the manager remembered me. He called me by name and asked where we wanted to sit. Amanda picked a secluded corner booth and Gino led us to that booth. I sat in the middle of the round seat around the round table and had Amanda on my right and Barbara on my left.

After we ordered Amanda spoke: “I had another phone call today.”

“Good news?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It was John.”

Barbara leaned toward Amanda and asked, “How did you feel when you heard his voice?”

“I almost hung up! As he talked I realized I am very hurt and very angry and very disappointed with him. He talked about being afraid and being alone after his parents died. I realized again that I knew when I got sick that he was going to run. I can’t blame him for doing what I knew he would do. That would be like being mad at a dog for barking.”

“Why did he call?”

“He said he was calling to see how I was doing. He got the papers for the divorce and for selling the house. He said he understood that he had hurt me by not being more supportive and that he has signed the papers and mailed them today.”

“Does he want to get back together?”

“Yes and no. He said he misses me. He says he kozan escort hates himself for being so weak. He even said that if something happened again he would go to the hospital to be with me. He didn’t ask if we could meet or go on a date or anything.”

“Now that the call is over, what are you thinking?” I asked.

Amanda took my hand and reached across me and took Barbara’s hand. She looked at us and said, “I am thirty-six years old. In all those years I haven’t been as happy or as loved as I am right now. What I’m thinking is that I want this for the rest of my life. I’ve thought a lot about this crazy three-some since it started a month ago. I’ve been scared. I’ve thought we are each and collectively crazy. I’ve been afraid people will find out and send us away. I’ve been afraid that Pete will love Barbara more than me. I’ve even been afraid that I might love Barbara more than I love Pete. After John hung up I thought it all again. What I know is that I love you both. I want to take care of you and love you and grow old with you both.”

Tears were in all our eyes. Before we could say anything Gino was back with our dinners. After he was gone I spoke, “Amanda, my life is better with you in it than it has ever been. I want you in it for the rest of my life.”

I turned to Barbara and spoke to her, “Barbara, my life is better with you in it than it has ever been. I want you in it for the rest of my life.”

A few minutes went by before Barbara spoke.

“I love you both more than I have loved anyone before. I feel more loved, more emotional support, more physical support than ever before. I would be privileged to have a relationship with either of you, instead I get both. And if the construction guys really take two more months I may scream!”

We laughed and returned to eating. It was pretty quiet at out table for a few minutes. I was eating and I was thinking. Between getting the bill and waiting for Gino to run my credit card I decided this was the time to speak.

“Ladies, I have a question to ask you. Let me tell you what I think and then ask the question, please. Here in the United States it isn’t legal for a man to be married to two women. Nor is it legal for two women to be married. I don’t like the idea of prison. I want to be married to both of you. If you agree I want to book us on a cruise outside U.S. waters, into international waters, and have someone marry us, all three of us, in a single ceremony. My question to you is, will you marry me and each other?”

There was a short pause and then a united “YES!”

There were also kisses and hugs. I signed the credit card slip and we danced together out to the car. Barbara was driving and Amanda said, “Drive fast Honey I want you both in bed.”

It had taken twenty minutes to get to the restaurant. It took less than fifteen to get home. Just inside the door our clothes came off. We didn’t make it out of the living room. This was celebration sex! These ladies pushed me on my back and one rode my cock while the other rode my tongue. They kissed and fondled each other while they rode me. As my balls pulled up and got ready to spurt they switched places. I love the taste of each pussy and even better the taste of both. If there is ever a contest where I get to identify them simply by taste I can do it! I could also identify the feel on my tongue of each of them. What I could never do is choose which I loved more.

Amanda was rocking back and forth across my face and feeding me copious amounts of her nectar. I could feel that she was losing control and would cum soon. Her thighs were quivering and her rocking was less and less smooth. Barbara was sliding herself up and down my shaft and more and more staying at the bottom and rubbing her clit against me.

I concentrated hard on waiting until they lost control. When I lost control and the first flood shot into Barbara both she and Amanda lost it. They moaned into each other’s mouths and held on to each other. I held on to Barbara’s hips. We held as still as we could for a while, then both women slid off me to my right. They kept their embrace. The room smelled like sex. I looked around. The drapes on the front window were open. No one was standing there but anyone headed for the mailboxes or the pool would have walked right by us. I decided not to say anything.

We did get up and as we did Amanda said, “I need to remember to close the drapes more often.” She pulled them closed. We gathered clothes and we went to bed. As we started to go to sleep Amanda said, “Misses Pete Peterson. Can I really be Misses Pete Peterson?”

I said, “No.”

“Not legally, but really?”

“I guess, but Pete isn’t really my name.”

Both sat up and said, “What?!” “Pete is what people have called me since sixth grade. If you are going to be my wives you ought to know my name. You don’t need to use it. You can call me Pete forever. My name is Walter.”

They both lay back down and Amanda said, “I love you Pete.”

Barbara said, “I love you Pete.”

After a pause Barbara spoke again, “I love you Amanda.”

“And kumluca escort I love you too.”

Silence except for the sound of breathing. Then Amanda spoke again.

“Good night, John Boy.”

We laughed and then did go to sleep.

I found that if we went on a cruise in the Caribbean at least part of the trip we would be in international waters. Our family discussions turned to invitations and telling people… or not. Amanda had no family except us so she had no one to invite. Barbara wanted to invite her parents but she hadn’t even told them we were dating and certainly hadn’t said anything about Amanda.

Sitting at the table in Barbara’s kitchen Amanda said, “Let’s introduce your parents to us! We’ll start with you met Pete at work and let me be your roommate, both are true. Then in a week you can start dropping hints about starting to get serious about Pete. By the end of the month you can invite them to visit. We will be back in the house and we can leave enough stuff here that it looks like we’re roommates.”

“While my parents are here we can go out to dinner and, if you would, Pete, you can propose again in front of them.”

“You have to work for six months before you can take a week off. That means we book the cruise for after the first week of October.”

“How do we prepare my parents for Amanda?”

“They will like her at first meeting. They can’t help it. The more they hear from us about how we include her in everything they will get the idea we both include her in the feelings we have for each other. In about August we will need to tell them about the ceremony and the fact that Amanda isn’t a roommate but our wife.”

“Our wife. It sounds strange but I have to admit I like it. I get to be your wife, both of the people I love most have me as their wife.”

Barbara picked up the phone, looked at us and said, “No time like right now to get this started.” She dialed and seconds later she started talking.

“Hi Dad.”

“Can you get Mom on the other phone? Good.”

“Hi Mom. I’m fine. No, I’m better than fine. Two great things have happened.”

“I met a man I really like. His name is Pete. He works for the same company as I do. In fact I have a date with him tonight.”

“No, Dad, I won’t go too fast. We both are old enough to go slow and carefully build our relationship, just like you and Mom did.”

“Yes, I did say two great things. The other great thing is that I found a great roommate. She has moved in already and shares the rent and everything. She’s even a good cook!”

“Mid thirties, I guess. About my size. She was married and just got divorced. No, She’s not looking for a new guy.”

She spent another two minutes talking about them and their lives. Then she invited them to come to visit in the summer. The call concluded with love and best wishes. Barbara hung up, looked at us and said, “Well, we’re really doing this.”

“I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Where are you taking me on our date tonight?”

“Me? I thought you were taking me.”

“Amanda, did I ask Barbara out on a date?”

Amanda looked at Barbara and then back at me, then back at Barbara. She smiled.

“As I recall it Pete, you asked us on a date to go out to dinner and then a romantic walk by the lake.”

Both women giggled and high fived. I saw the handwriting on the wall of our lives together. I was out numbered, out maneuvered, out foxed, and happy about it. It had just been established that I would never win another argument or discussion in my life.

“Well, since you remember that you no doubt remember what time I said we were leaving on our date.”

Amanda looked at the clock on the kitchen wall and said, “Oh my, Barbara, we only have an hour and six minutes to get ready! Oh, never mind. I am ready.”

Amanda was wearing western jeans, western plaid shirt, a baseball cap for the Cubs, and was barefoot. Barbara was still dressed for work in a pale blue suit. She had left her heels by the front door. I had left my sport jacket draped over the back of the couch. We both got up and went to change. We were over dressed for our date.

Forty minutes later I stepped out onto the porch and rang the bell. Amanda opened the door, welcomed me in with a great kiss and a squeeze of my butt. Barbara came into the living room in black jeans, western boots, belt and a camisole showing under a Pendleton plaid shirt. I had seen the western theme and was wearing boot cut jeans, ostrich boots, ostrich belt, and a Texas Slim western shirt. Barbara said, “Hi Cowboy” and gave me a great kiss full of tongue and promises.

We drove to a nice restaurant near the lake and sat by the windows while we ate. I’m glad the place wasn’t crowded and no one sat near enough to us to hear our conversation.

Barbara turned to Amanda as we ate salads. “Honey, can I ask personal questions?”

“I have no secrets from you. You can ask me anything.”

“You haven’t said anything about your parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, any body.”

“My Dad died lara escort in a car accident when I was eleven. My only brother was with him and was in a coma for a month. After my brother’s funeral Mom and I moved. Her parents died before I was born and Mom was an only child. I never met or heard about my Dad’s family. We never visited anyone. He never mentioned anyone. Two months after I graduated from high school Mom had a heart attack and died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.”

“Damn. That’s tough. I’m sorry.”

“Was John your first serious boy friend?” “John was my first and only boy friend. I was not popular in high school. I was so focused on survival that socializing didn’t even enter my mind. I worked after school and on weekends so we had enough money to eat. Mom didn’t have many skills so she didn’t make much money. Times were tough. John ate in the diner where I worked. After Mom died he was nice to me. I married him.”

“Your life has certainly changed. Soon you’ll have some money in the bank, you’ll be married again, and you have a job you seem to like.”

“Yeah, all that is true and I am happier than ever.”

“Pete, You haven’t spoken about your family either.”

“You’re right. As a general rule whenever the conversation around me turns to family, I go somewhere else. Most of my memories of childhood and the few relationships I’ve been in are painful memories, so I tend not to go there. With you I’ll go.

My Mom and Dad were farmers. We had a small farm in western Nebraska and raised sugar beets and a garden for ourselves. We had one cow, one horse, a dozen chickens, two hogs, and a dog. A tornado ended all that. I was in town when it hit. When I got home there was nothing left. No farm, no family, no animals. My Mom had never spoken of her family and my Dad said he had a big fight with his family and hadn’t seen or spoken to them in many years. The farm next to ours bought the land and took me in for the last two years of high school. I had enough money from the farm to go to college, so I did. When I graduated I moved here and settled down.”

“And, your love life?” Amanda asked.

“I lived with the Crowe family for two years. I watched how Mr. Crowe treated his wife and their two kids. I saw how he was having an affair with a woman in town and a woman in the town just north of our town. I saw what it did to his wife and the kids. I decided that I wanted a family, but not like that. I wanted things I didn’t see in their family. After college I moved here and I started dating. I dated an older woman who taught me a lot about trust and communication in a relationship. She wouldn’t marry me and what she told me was our age difference would always be a problem between us. After she moved to Denver I dated another woman closer to my age and I learned a lot from her too. What I learned most was that I didn’t know anything about love. Since that time I have read a lot and studied a lot about loving. Now that the two of you are in my life I think we can all learn a lot about loving in this new context.”

“Wow! You both led lives that were very different and very painful too. It’s almost a miracle we met much less decided to be together.”

“What about your past?”

“My Dad and Mother are still alive and I have a pretty good relationship with them. You know that already. Dad is a manager at a factory and Mom works part-time at the nearby middle school as a counselor. They are active in their church and the Democratic Party. On election day, since I was really little, they both work at the polls. They take some pride in being Oneida County’s most liberal couple. One summer they took a vacation for a week at a nudist resort and I think they did it just so they could shock everyone when they came back and told everyone where they went.”

“Oh my! I can’t imagine that.”

“Going on the vacation or telling people you went?” I asked.

“Both! A total of three people have seen me naked, not counting doctors. John, Barbara and you, Pete. I cannot imagine taking off my clothes and walking around near strangers.”

“Tell us a little about your love life.”

“OK. You both did. I dated jocks in high school. They wanted two things. They wanted people to notice them and they wanted sex. I wanted to be popular. I worked my way through the basketball team and the wrestling team in four years.”

“What about football?” Amanda asked.

“No. Football guys hurt girls. I dated two of them and both hurt me. I focused on basketball and wrestling. We went places where we would be seen then we went somewhere else and fucked and sucked. In college things changed. I discovered what a relationship could be like. My roommate was in a relationship with a guy. They studied together, shared expenses a lot, took weekend trips together, and when I was with them I noticed he didn’t treat her like she was a pussy that walked. They talked. They fucked too but their relationship was more than fucking. I dated guys after that that were more available for something more than fucking. I had a few flings with my roommate too. That opened my eyes to more than just man-woman relationships. In my senior year I got really serious with a guy and he broke my heart. After I graduated I moved to Chicago and dated a couple of pretty serious guys but marriage never was in the cards. I moved here less than two months ago and here we are.”

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When I woke up in my hospital room, I could only remember parts of what had happened to me. I was driving on a highway when a pickup truck had clipped one of my rear tires. My car spun around off the road and flipped a few times – that much I remembered. Where was I driving to? I had no clue. Was I alone in the car? Then my heart skipped a beat and filled up with anxiety. Something in my mind told me Annie might have been in the passenger seat. Annie, one of my closest friends from college was also my first and biggest college crush. The feeling was never mutual and we remained friends, but her silky brown hair, hazel eyes, and luscious lips always kept me up at night. Now I feared she might be in the next hospital room in the same condition as mine or even worse.

My neck was held in place by a thick, sweaty brace and my right arm was in a cast. The top of my head was also wrapped in bandages. As I continued to examine my injuries, the door opened. In came a short middle-aged nurse with brown hair and glasses.

“Oh good, you’re up. I guess you’ve slept long enough. You have a guest.” She stepped half-way out the door, “Come on in, he’s awake.”

It was Annie. In a combination of relief and excitement, I tried to leap from my bed, but nothing moved. Annie had a troubled expression on her face – I must have looked pretty beaten up.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” said the nurse, “let me know if I can get you anything.” She gave me a wink, left, and closed the door.

Annie walked up to me and placed her hand on my arm.

“I…I’m so sorry… Are you feeling any better?” she looked as though she was going to cry.

“I’m ok, now that you’re here! I can’t remember what happened. For a little while, I was worried you might have been in the car with me!”

“You don’t remember?” She looked distressed.

“Well, I know I was run off the road, but I can’t remember what happened before or after.”

She took a deep breath before she spoke, “You’re here because of me…” Her eyes began to water. “You were driving to the airport to pick me up. Someone found you unconscious on the side of the road and called an ambulance.”

“Holy shit. What about my car?”

“It’s totalled.” By now tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s really not your fault. Accidents happen.”

Her lips quiverred as she spoke, “But you wouldn’t have been on the road had I not asked you to pick me up!”

If I could have hugged her to comfort her I would have. But my right arm was completely immobilized with the cast. I held her hand with my left, “Please, don’t think that. Really, don’t blame yourself.”

It was a tender moment, the kind I had always wanted to share with Annie. “Here why don’t you sit down.” She took the chair that sat next to my bed and we continued to chat for a little while. She knew a lot more about my condition than I did – 30 stitches in my head, broken right shoulder and collar bone, and bruises all over my upper body. Apparently, I was lucky – the seatbelt had saved my life and also kept me from damaging my lower body. As we continued to talk I took notice of how good she looked. Her slender frame was complemented by her gentle curves that showed nicely through her red tank top and tight jeans.

“I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I have to go to class now.”

I didn’t even know what time it was. As Annie got up from her chair, she leaned over and kissed my forehead. The sweet gesture was a pleasant surprise but more of my attention was taken by the point-blanke look I had down her tank top. She was wearing a white lacey bra that hugged her beautiful milky flesh. It was the most of her cleavage that I’d ever seen and I wish I could have paused time at that moment.

“I’ll try to visit again later this afternoon, kocasinan escort ok?” As she left the room I took a leisurely look at her perfectly rounded ass.

While she was gone, my mind was totally dominated by visions of Annie. I wanted her so badly and she knew it. Annie’s known for years, and we’d never discussed it. She always made sure not to lead me on, which is why the kiss on the forehead was so surprising. Maybe she did it because she felt so guilty about the accident. Whatever the case, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Though my upper body was mostly immobilized, my lower body proved it was as lively as ever with a raging hard-on. My cock was demanding attention and I tried to stroke it off with my opposite hand since my right-hand was stuck in its cast. Not only was my left hand too uncoordinated but pain shot through my arm and shoulder each time because of the huge bruises. I had to stop and my balls began to ache a bit. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get my mind off of Annie.

An hour or so had passed but my erection managed to persist. The door knocked again. My heart (and cock) stirred for a moment as I hoped it would be Annie. I covered myself and said, “Come in.” It was the same middle-aged nurse. “I’m here to give you your bath.”

Uh oh.

With my cock still erect this was bound to be embarassing. She undid the top of my hospital garb and began to sponge my chest and worked around my casted shoulder and neck. It felt suprisingly refreshing. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that the nurse was Annie. It was a bad idea, though, since it only made my cock harder.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed. Caught. She took notice of my enormous erection.

I apologized immediately, “I’m sorry, please don’t get the wrong idea. I was thinking about somebody before you got here.”

She giggled, “Don’t worry, I know. You wouldn’t go for an old lady like me. You were thinking about your girlfriend, right?”

She seemed understanding enough and I sighed with relief, “Well, she’s not my girlfriend, sadly. Annie’s just a friend.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. But you must like this Annie a lot; she’s gorgeous,” she smiled.

“Yes she is. Here, I can take over from here.”

As I gestured for the sponge, she rested her hand on my thigh and said, “Ok, if you’d be more comfortable cleaning your own private area, that’s fine, but I’d be happy to do it for you.” I stammered for a second and she went on, “And besides, you really look like you could use some relief.”

“Uhhh… excuse me?”

She looked directly in my eyes, “I can give you a hand if you’d like. Don’t worry; I’ve done it many times before. It’s some what of a standard procedure.”

My mind said, “No way,” but my cock seemed to beg, “Yes please.” God, I thought to myself, why couldn’t a younger, attractive nurse offer me the same? But like she said, I really needed the relief so I ashamedly gave in, “Ok, I would like that actually.”

“Good,” she smiled. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and whispered, “You can close your eyes and pretend this is your friend Annie’s hand.”

I chose to do just that. I put together a complete image of Annie just as she was when she visited earlier – red tank top, jeans, etc. – only now she was stroking my cock with expert skill. The mental images and physical sensations blended into ecstasy as I relished every second. As her soft hand picked up its pace I began to feel an urgent pressure in my balls. Just as I was getting close, the nurse’s pager went off. The high-pitched beeping took me out of the mental picture, and her hand off my cock, as she checked to see what the matter was.

“Oh my, I’m needed down the hall. Looks like an emergency. I’m sorry to do this, but I’ll have to pick konak escort up where I left off when I get back. We’re currently short-staffed.” She dashed out of the room before I could protest.

My cock was quiverring from the anticipation of relief. I was probably close enough to finish myself off despite the pain in my arm, but I was enjoying the handjob so much that I was willing to wait for my nurse to come back. She would have to return sooner or later to retrieve the sponge and bucket, I figured. I waited there staring at my cock standing firm in the air like a flagpole. I grew anxious as my cock continued to demand my attention. I resisted the temptation to take hold of the situation and finish myself off, knowing it would be worth the wait.

After a few minutes which seemed like hours, I was elated to hear a knock on the door. I shouted, “Oh thank god you’re back. Come in! I’m dying over here!”

When the door opened, my heart almost flew out of my chest. It was Annie. I frantically tried to cover myself but my bruised arm couldn’t respond in time. She turned her head away, embarassed, and yelled, “Sorry!”

“No, no, no I’M sorry – it’s my fault. I told you to come in. I thought you were the nurse!”

Annie turned back towards me now that I was somewhat concealed. She saw the sponge and bucket of soapy water, “Ohhh, I see, you were in the middle of getting a bath.”

“Yeah, nurse had to leave because of an emergency.” My heart was pounding from the embarassment of having exposed myself, to Annie, of all people.

It was clear that she was trying her best not to glance at the tent in my hospital garb. “Is she coming back or are you going to get another nurse?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know. I hope the same nurse comes back.”

She giggled and joked, “Why? Do you like getting your sponge baths from older nurses?”

“No, no. She’s just nice, that’s all.”

“Isn’t it weird getting bathed by a nurse like that? I mean, she must be at least 40.”

“Yeah probably. She’s just doing her job, I guess.”

She came over and sat in the chair next to my bed. “Did she clean… you know… down there too?”

“No, she hadn’t gotten to cleaning that yet…”

“Oh,” she smiled, “well, I thought she might have, because you were looking rather… aroused when I walked in!”

I could feel my own face blush. Fuck it, I thought. I decided to be honest with her. “Ok, to tell you the truth, I had a bit of a painful erection and… this is really embarassing but… my nurse was nice enough to offer a hand.”

“Really!? Wow, I thought that only happened in porn…” she seemed surprised but not disgusted, thankfully.

“Yeah. But she had to leave abruptly. And so when you knocked on the door I was so… uh, excited thinking it was her, I didn’t bother to cover myself. I’m really sorry you had to see that.”

“No, don’t be sorry. Are you ok? Are you in pain right now?” Her delicate face showed genuine concern.

Normally, I would have been too embarassed to answer such a question, especially with Annie, but having already exposed myself, I openly admitted, “Well, yeah. I mean, see for yourself.”

Annie looked over to the bulge in my hospital garb, “Oh wow, no kidding.”

“Ah, it’s ok. Hopefully the nurse will be back soon,” I said.

Then there was a brief silence. “You know,” Annie paused, “I’ve been thinking all day…”

“Yeah?”

“… that you wouldn’t have gotten in that accident if I hadn’t asked you for a ride from the airport… and…”

“No, no,” I interrupted, “don’t think of it that way.”

“Please,” she said firmly, “you got hurt doing me a favor.” Annie placed her hand on my thigh and my cock flinched sharply. She looked at me with her beautiful hazel konyaaltı escort eyes and continued, “Let me do you a favor.”

She slid her chair over towards my legs so she could get closer. My heart was pounding with anticipation. She stared at my bulge for a moment and seemed somewhat hesitant. I could tell she was a little afraid.

“Annie, you don’t have to do this… Really, it’s ok, if you’re uncomfortable…”

“No, I want to do this for you. Just leave everything to me.” She reached over, undid my garb, and my cock eagerly sprang out. I watched with anxious delight as her hand cautiously approached. A thrilling surge of pleasure ran through my body as she wrapped her cool, delicate fingers around my hot shaft. I let out a soft moan as she began to stroke up and down. Unlike earlier with the nurse, I didn’t have to close my eyes and imagine – this really was Annie. As she increased her pace gradually, the pleasure doubled, then tripled, and on and on. As difficult as it was, I tried to control my breath to keep myself from coming too soon. I was determined to prolong this as much as possible. It was like a dream. As she pumped harder, I fought even harder to keep my load. Just as I was getting close, she stopped.

I shot her a look of disappointment as she slumped back in her chair. “This doesn’t seem to be working,” she said. My cock couldn’t have disagreed more, since I was only seconds away from exploding.

And then it happened.

She scooted to the front of her chair, leaned over, took a hold of me, and wrapped her soft lips around my cock. I let out an audible gasp. Annie’s mouth gave me the biggest shock of my life. Those lips that I’d dreamed of for years were now sliding up and down my shaft. The feeling was rivaled only by the sight of it. Her gorgeous brown locks tossed around as her head bobbed in my lap. I was in heaven.

My voice quiverred, “Ohhhh… Annie… Oh god, I’ve wanted this for so long…”

She worked her tongue like a pro, swirling and slurping the bulb and underside. As she slid her lips down my cock, I warned her, “Annie, I’m close.” When she resumed her sucking, I warned her again, “Annie, I’m coming!!” Her head bobbed even faster ramming my cock deep in her throat. “AHHHHH!!!!!” I came for what felt like a solid minute as Annie swallowed each drop. I was panting hard and sweating, completely exhausted, while she continued to gently suck me as I turned soft. No longer concerned with holding my load, I leisurely enjoyed the view and delicately took in each sensation as her lips, with their loving caress, brought me back down.

She pulled off and slumped back in her chair, “All better?” she grinned.

In a combined state of shock and profound pleasure, I replied, “I’ve never been better.”

“Despite the broken bones, huh?” she said.

“Yeah, I’d forgotten all about those,” I said with a laugh which was followed by an awkward pause.

“I…” she murmured, “…it just hurts me so much to see you like this. I want to do whatever else I can to make it up to you.”

“Well,” I smiled, “Annie, it would really make me happy if…” I stopped to think for a moment.

“If what?” she asked eagerly, “come on, tell me.”

“…if you visit me again tomorrow.”

Annie’s face lit up, “Of course! Are you kidding? I’m going to take care of you until you’re back on your feet, ok?”

“Ok,” I could feel my heart dancing. There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” It was the nurse.

“Oh, you’re back,” the nurse greeted Annie with a warm smile. “I’m sorry to do this, but visiting hours ended a few minutes ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Annie, “I’ll get going then.” We exchanged goodbyes and a knowing look and Annie was gone.

“Sorry I left you hanging, dear,” apologized the nurse.

“No, no. I’m really glad you did, actually.”

“Why?” asked the nurse. She then read the look on my face and realized that Annie had taken care of the situation. “Oh,” she said, “I’m sorry I made her leave then!”

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “she’ll be back again tomorrow.”

…to be continued…

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The wind that pushed past her was cold, and reminded her how chilly the city could actually get. It had been years since she had been back, and yet everything seemed so familiar. She stood in front of the nondescript building, in her old neighborhood, wondering how everything could change and yet somehow come full circle.

The twilight was fading quickly to black, so taking a quiet breath she went up the small steps and entered the old apartment building. She finally found her way up to his apartment, and knocked on the door.

Footsteps shuffled to the door and it slid open. He stood there, unassuming in his white t-shirt and jeans, barefoot. He looked the same as years before and she wondered how different on the inside he would be.

“Hey. Did you have trouble finding it?” he asked, giving her the same once over.

“I got a little turned around past the experimental farm, but it was fine” she replied, a bit shell-shocked at being so close to him.

He stepped backward into his apartment.

“Come in” he gestured and walked into the kitchen.

She took off her long dark coat and threw it across a nearby chair. Keeping her heels on, she stepped towards the small living area and surveyed it. Although not ornately furnished, she could tell he put thought into the furniture and everything was fairly clean. There was a big picture window on the far wall; past the shadow of trees the sun was pretty much gone. She suddenly realized how small the apartment seemed. After such a long time, he was larger than life.

“Can I get you a drink? I’ve got beer and vodka” as he punctuated her thought.

“Sure. Vodka and OJ?” she replied.

Minutes later, they were both seated on opposite ends of the couch, drinks in hand. She noticed he wasn’t cheap with the liquor as the quick burn of alcohol traveled down her throat.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. It was driving me insane” she said to him directly. Words that had been pent up for so many years finally were flowing. “I know things didn’t end so well, and to be honest I don’t even think I know you anymore as it’s been so long. I have no idea as to what to expect, and the cynical side of me says there’s no chance at a Happily Ever After here. I just can’t shake this feeling…it’s like this terrible part of me can’t let go of you and I can’t stand being trapped in a lifetime where I’ll always be trying to be happy when I feel like I’ll never be truly happy unless I have you.”

Mike was looking at her intently, not showing any emotion. He looked like he was about to speak, but she knew she had to finish.

“I…I don’t expect anything of you. You can’t force some things, and obviously things were over otherwise you wouldn’t have let me go in the first place. After tonight, I promise I’ll stop. No more drunk phone calls, no more yearly emails, nothing. Whatever happens tonight, even if you want me to leave right now and stay out of your life forever, I’ll accept it. I just needed one more chance to say I love you, and I always will love you. Not in some abstract, confused way like before. In the way that imaging being your wife, raising our children, growing old together doesn’t even say it….” Sarah paused, now returning his gaze. “It’s a feeling so deep within me I’ll never be able to explain to you. So this is me, laying it out on the line because even if I never see you again, one day I’ll hopefully be able to look back on the moment when I gave it everything I had, and won’t have regrets because I could never, ever regret loving you.”

Mike sat there silently, and suddenly Sarah was flooded with anxiety. What if he asked her to leave? What if there was someone new he hadn’t told her about, and she was jeopardizing all of that? She suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe, and the best time to leave was now, before he could respond.

He kestel escort put down his beer and stood up. He took two steps towards her and sat down again, thigh pressing against hers. Mike leaned down, and pulled off her heels, one and then the other. Sarah’s heart was beating so fast she felt like she was going to pass out. A flood of emotions ranging from deliriously happy that she hadn’t asked her to leave to fear that this might be the last, LAST time she would ever see him ran rampantly through her.

Mike stood up and swung her around so her legs were on the couch, to which she automatically slid herself downwards so she was lying flat but on her side. He then proceeded to lie down next to her, turning towards her.

The light outside was dimmed to pure black, and Sarah hazily realized how dark the apartment now was, as only a dull light was shining from a room somewhere. He took her hand and wove his fingers into hers while simultaneously intertwining their legs. Mike stared into her eyes, his face inches away from hers. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, like she was drowning in him. Her whole body ached, like she was lost in space and without gravity her body could explode.

It seemed like time was standing still, just the two of them, lying in the dark together. His face inched forwards and ever so softly brushed his lips against hers. Her eyelids were heavy while her body was on fire, and she was breathing lightly, as if a deep breath would snap her awake to reveal this was only a dream. He leaned even closer for a real kiss. It was soft and amazing and so, so familiar. Somehow their arms were draped around each other, and she wedged her body as close to him as she could get. He was kissing her lips intensely, as if he was searching for something in her that only her body would reveal. Her lips parted and returned the fervor, needing him, all of him.

Time slid by, as they kissed and kissed and kissed. Sarah took her hand and slid it under his shirt, feeling the same taut muscles in his back as before. As if jolted into action, he suddenly sat up and leaned down again towards her. He picked her up in his arms as if she was weightless and took her into the room with the low light. He laid her down on his bed and began to undress her. He unbuttoned her blouse button by button, and peeled it off her arms. He then moved to her jeans and did the same. Gently, methodically he undid her bra and slipped off her panties.

She was now naked under his gaze, completely helpless and wetness sliding down between her legs. She could see his cock pressing up against his jeans, as he stood over her, openly examining her body. Silently, he kneeled next to her on the bed and began to rub his hands over her bare skin. Tracing lines along her collarbone, open palmed circles on her breasts, fingertips on her nipples and down her stomach. He continued down her body, slipping past her pussy and along her legs and back up. Mike then shifted again, and sat between her spread legs, putting them over his. The feel of the denim on her bare skin was so erotic; it only made her feel more vulnerable. He looked into her eyes while resting one hand on her thigh; thumb caressing the soft inner part, while tracing circles around her wet pussy. Finally he touched her outer lips, tracing the soft outside and the top where her clit was hiding. Placing his index finger at her opening, Mike slid it slowly in and out, easily accommodated by the amount of wetness. Sarah quietly gasped in pleasure, which lead him to add a second finger.

Being so fully exposed to him made her sweat and shiver with desire. A million sexual thoughts blazed through her brain, picturing them in different positions, places, touching each other, fucking, kissing, making love, making each other cum….

Suddenly, the feeling that she knew kırıkhan escort so well washed over her. It was a bizarre feeling, to have the body you knew so well betray you. The centre of her sexuality was throbbing; needing something only Mike could give her. She closed her eyes and let the feeling take her away, knowing she needed him inside of her very soon.

Her pussy tightened, sending more wetness flowing from her. Mike could feel it and moaned slightly, partially closing his eyes.

“Sarah….” He exhaled her name, and it excited her to know he was ready too.

She leaned forward, grabbing his hips to pull herself up to him.

“Mike, oh my god, Mike….” She repeated, rolling his name over her tongue.

She peeled off his t-shirt to reveal a firm chest with just the right amount of softness, and the familiar jagged scar off to one side. She licked and gently bit his collarbone, and rubbed her hands up and down along his solid arms. Raising her body slightly, she shifted her legs so he was now leaning back against the wall next to the bed, and she was straddling his lap.

Caressing his face and hair with her hands, she rocked her hips across the rough denim and leaned into him, kissing him hungrily and rubbing her nipples against his chest. She slowly rocked back and forth on his hard cock, kissing him intensely, tasting the aftertaste of beer and mint gum on his breath. Mike, I love you, I love you, I love you she mentally repeated with every roll of her hips, wishing she had the courage to say it out loud like years ago.

Mike suddenly leaned forwards, which in turn made her recline backwards onto her elbows. His cock was now straining against his jeans, a huge wet area where Sarah’s dripping pussy was moments earlier.

“I think we’re both ready” he said deeply and quietly. She could hear his voice was thick with lust.

He unceremoniously undid his jeans and slipped them down his thighs and off. He hooked his thumbs on the waistline of his underwear and pulled them off too. Mike’s hard cock was now free and she couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. Taking it gently in her hands, she could feel his cock strain beneath her fingers. My cock, she thought deliriously and leaned forward to taste the pre-cum at the tip. He put his hand on the back of her head and groaned as her hot, wet lips surrounded the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue around gently sucked on it. Before she could go further, he roughly pushed her backwards onto the bed and positioned his hips over hers. Sarah instinctively pushed her pelvis towards him and spread her legs, body on fire, ready to be filled with his cock and hot sperm. Mike didn’t waste any time, he put the tip of his cock at her opening and pushed his rock hard cock into her hot, swollen pussy.

“Oh my god” Sarah moaned as he pushed his cock into her, right up to the hilt.

Right away, he began thrusting, coating his cock in her wetness. Methodically, rhythmically, he fucked her swollen pussy, with Sarah sweating and moaning and pushing her hips up to meet him. Desire flowed through her so heavily that her head was swimming and her core was searing hot. I want him, I want him to fill me with cum, she thought to herself; unable to stop thinking about what her body wanted.

Holding her hips onto his cock, Mike shifted so Sarah was now on top of him, riding his cock. Throwing her head back, she pushed his cock farther into her by reclining backwards and thrusting back and forth with her hips. They both moaned as he became quickly covered in juice, with Sarah sliding up and down, back and forth on top of him. Mike reached down to his balls, and rubbed his fingers in the juice that was leaking from their sex. He then made her nipples slippery and rubbed them with his fingers. Every so often, she would lean kızılay escort forward and kiss him hard and deep, loving the taste of him.

Minutes seems to stretch into eternity, as they moaned and thrusted and became shiny with lust and sweat. The room got slightly brighter, as the full moon shone through the trees. After the frantic beginning to their sex with so many different positions, both began to relax and slow the tempo. Now facing each other, wrapped in each other’s arms, he leisurely slid in and out of her, eyes half closed, just feeling the warmth of her around his cock and his body. Now wrapped up warmly in sheets with the cold wind blowing outside, Sarah felt so safe and comfortable. Her body was still buzzing though, waiting for him to deliver his load to her hot, waiting body.

She couldn’t find the words though, to tell him what she wanted. She knew that practically speaking, her needs didn’t make any sense…. but she was flushed and incapable of thinking straight. She could only react to what her body wanted, and what it wanted was Mike.

Sarah let out a deep sigh, feeling like she was on the brink of physical and emotional meltdown.

“Hmm?” He non-verbally replied.

She put her hand behind his head, and pulled him in for a deep, long kiss. He kissed her back, full of desire and readiness. She stretched her hips down a bit harder onto his cock, trying to get him deeper. Unconsciously, she moved her hand away from his head and down between them, first touching the bit of cock that wasn’t embedded in her hot pussy, then working her way up her own body, stopping at her lower abdomen. She began to rub her hand in circles on her lower belly, looking for the motion of his cock deep within her.

Right away Mike remembered that motion that she used to do when she was unbelievably horny and how urgently she used to moan and beg for him to fill her with cum. She would writhe and twist and beg him to fuck her even deeper.

He couldn’t help himself, as soon as he recognized that gesture his cock stiffened even harder and his balls became tight, feeling as if they would burst any minute.

“Sarah, I’m going to cum in you…” he moaned into her neck. He rolled them both so she was on her back; legs spread wide open.

“Yes Mike, yes, cum in me, I want you to fill me with your cum, please, please…” she begged, urging him on.

His thrusts became deeper and faster, and he felt her sweat and shiver with lust beneath him. He grabbed her ass with both hands, and drove his thick cock deep into her. All he could think about was cumming deep inside her.

She could feel the urgency, and realized they were both thinking the same thing. Her insides were clenched tight, needing release from this torture by a huge load of his creamy cum.

“Fuck me Mike, oh my god, please, fuck me hard, and deep, I need your cum, I need it so badly right now, cum, cum, please, Mike, fuck me, fuck me….” Sarah cried, eyes blurring with tears from the sensory overload.

“Fuck Sarah, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum deep inside you….” He grunted as his balls swelled and he began to cum. “I’M CUMMING, FUCK I’M CUMMING…”

His entire body shuddered as he held her tight and thrust his cock deep inside her, hot sperm shooting into her waiting pussy. He strained to get himself as high up into her as possible, as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through his cock and creamy sperm into her. Sarah’s entire body felt the bliss of his cum flowing deep into her, and she moaned along with him, wanting ever last drop to fill her.

Despite being finished, he rolled them onto their sides and kept his relaxed cock in her. The heat from his cum was spreading inside her, and she felt total bliss. She leaned forward to kiss him.

I love you…I can’t help it, I’ll always love you, she thought drowsily.

“Sarah…stay with me tonight” he muttered, still mentally blurry from everything that had just happened.

She didn’t reply; she simply held him tight, too content to worry about what the future would hold.

The wind continued to blast outside, but in his arms, Sarah was home.

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Erika and I had toured Hong Kong all day, seen the sights and explored everything it had to offer. Finally we were together and spending every second in each others company, also exploring with our emotions and love.

When we had first met at the airport we were both initially nervous but that quickly dissolved into relaxed happiness. We kissed passionately but soon broke apart, both of us smiling broadly and held each other for a long time. I also snuck my hand down to her bottom to give it a playful squeeze, something we had mentioned before that I would do on our first meeting.

Erika just flashed me that wonderful smile of hers, held me tighter and gave me another quick kiss on the lips. Journeying to the hotel gave us time to get familiar with each other and learn more and by the time we had quickly got our room sorted and deposited our bags we were heading out again into the bustling metropolis. Erika wore her short denim skirt and black leggings, with a green top and by special request her pink coat. She also wore panties and bra but I had resisted watching her change as I wanted to enjoy the surprise later.

Now as we ascended arm in arm to our room we were ready to relax and chill out, it had been a very long day but we weren’t ready to let it end just yet. Unfortunately we weren’t alone in the elevator, having been joined by an elderly couple but that didn’t stop me from playing and rubbing her ass since we were standing at the back. Her buttocks felt soft and springy, yet firm in my hand as I lovingly caressed them through the rough denim material of her skirt. I longed to reach under the hem and slip my hand up her skirt but that would be pushing it with our current company!

Eventually we reached our floor and preceded down the hall a short way to our room, our excitement for what lay ahead growing with every step. Erika licked her lips and unzipped her coat as I worked the key in the lock and opened the door. We continued to joke and chat as we entered; I turned to re-lock the door as she set her purse down and took off her sexy pink coat. I approached my darling Erika from behind and wrapped my arms around her, kissing the tops of her shoulders and the side of her neck. She leant her head back to meet my probing mouth and we kissed, gently at first but soon our eagerness grew; turning her we embraced fully and let our passion overtake us.

As our mouths and tongues explored each other I drifted one of my hands down to her skirt and rubbed her arse. Erika moaned as she felt my hand, then whimpered with pleasure as I reached beyond the hem of her skirt and touched her leggings. The caressing of her rump and the intensity of our kissing was affecting me and I had no doubt that she could feel my rising hardness.

Sensing then feeling the swelling in my shorts, Erika broke our kiss and parted our bodies slightly. Resting her head on my chest, she gasped the edge of the shorts and began to open them. With the buttons loose my shorts quickly dropped to the floor. Erika took her time with my pants I think probably because she was enjoying the view. While she was busying herself with my privates, I gently stroked her hair and caressed her shoulders occasionally kissing the top of her head.

My engorged dick was straining against them, forcing the material away from my body creating a gap that revealed my pulsing manhood. Hooking her fingers into the gap she drew away the pants and over my hardness, already wet from pre-cum. As my erection sprang free the pants were slowly pushed down and quickly I stepped out of them and the shorts.

Expecting Erika to stand up again so we could continue kissing and so I could go down on her and whip off those leggings, I was surprised when she dropped to her knees and her delicate hands gently wrapped themselves around my cock. While one hand moved down to encircle and fondle my balls, the other moved to the base of my cock. I felt her soft lips touch my swollen head then open wide as she took me into her mouth. She teased the head of my cock by pushing the foreskin down with her lips and twirling her tongue over the wetness there. The sensation was incredible and I moaned softly as she toyed with me, her hand gently stroking me at the same time.

Briefly she stopped and looked up at me with wide, searching eyes that twinkled with playfulness and gave me one of her amazing smiles. We stayed that way kemalpaşa escort for some time, my hands caressing her shoulders and stroking her hair; Erika down below with my cock in her mouth. She rocked her head back and forth squeezing her lips and tongue up against my shaft. Gradually she built up speed and started to suck me faster and harder, using her hand up and down the shaft. She danced her tongue around the head and on occasion plunging deep onto me.

“I’m gonna cum hun!” I groaned, feeling my balls tingle as I reached climax.

Erika just gave a satisfied moan as she continued to suck. Hard to talk when you have your boyfriends cock in your mouth! My balls exploded, hot sticky cum spurted from me and Erika caught every drop in her mouth, hands holding my ass to stop me from withdrawing.

Looking up at me with a satisfied look on her face, she licked her lips and swallowed my load then stood up and once again we wrapped our arms around each other. I put my lips down to hers and kissed her deeply, feeling her lips spread apart as I spread mine. I pushed my tongue between her lips and Erika spread hers even further, pressing them harder against mine. The tip of her tongue met mine and delved further into her mouth where we played, twirling around and around, curling together. I could taste the saltiness of my cum in her mouth as we kissed with such passion and love for each other.

Her hips pressed even harder against mine and I put my hands on her buttocks, caressing them and pulling her in even closer. She moaned softly into my mouth and her ass trembled and shuddered as she felt my rising hardness once more. My hand found her breast and I took it in my palm, gently squeezing; my fingers tracing a hard nipple. Erika groaned approvingly as I massaged her boob, my fingers pushing against the fine material of her top to excite her arousing nipple.

Erika broke the kiss and putting her mouth close to my ear, whispered softly, “I love you so much hun, I’ve wanted this for a long time”.

“I love you too, you’re the best that’s ever happened to me” I whispered back, pulling her even closer against me.

Snaking my hands round to her back I slowly rubbed down to the top of her skirt. Finding the zip, I grasped it and pulled it down feeling her ass quiver as my fingers brushed over her leggings. Slipping my hand inside I felt the top of her panties and moved under the silky fabric, caressing her ass.

It was smooth and firm, I could feel the muscle rippling beneath my fingers. Delving further I ran my hand down that soft skin all the way until I came to the bottom. She was wet and slick, her juices already flowing from her opening. The crotch of her panties was damp in the same way. Erika’s stomach jerked against me in little movements as my hand probed her nether parts, fingers sliding over wet puffy lips. She moaned softly and clung to me hard with both hands, her head moving from side to side until her mouth met mine and we kissed again. She could feel my erection pressing against her stomach and pushed closer, wanting to feel my hardness against her body.

Swinging my arm round to join its companion, I lifted her by her ass and, sustaining the kiss, carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down. Her skirt was left marooned near the spot where I lifted her, soon to be joined by the discarded remnants that concealed Erika’s beauty. I lay on the bed next to her, legs dangling over the end as we continued the kiss.

Breaking apart momentarily, I slid off the end of the bed and stood over her. Leaning over her body I planted a quick one on her glistening lips, feeling the flick of her tongue as I withdrew. My retreating hands slipped between her leggings and panties, pulling slowly but firmly. Her leggings peeled off her legs, exposing strong powerful thighs that tapered to the crease of her pussy, panties already soaked with her juices.

Tossing the leggings over my head, I rejoined Erika on the bed. One of her hands snaked round to fondle the back of my neck while the other one raced up and down my back beneath my t-shirt, finally stopping on my ass. She began to caress it the same way I had played with hers and I could feel my flesh tingling by the lightness of her touch.

Moving my hand to her waist, I put my hand under the fabric of her top and caressed the silky skin kemer escort of her stomach and the area below her ribcage. She shivered and drew in her breath as I lightly ran my fingers back and forth. I moved my hand upward until it came into contact with the underside of her bra.

My whole palm went to this area and I squeezed, despite the hindrance of the extra barrier of clothing. She felt it though, because she arched her back and her fingers dug into the mounds of my rump. I moved my hand back down and pulled her top up, Erika lifting her body and briefly losing contact as I tossed the garment aside. My t-shirt joined her top on the floor as the heat between us intensified.

Collapsing back onto the bed with a thump we quickly resumed our activities, my hand reaching round to unclasp her bra to send that sprawling across the room. I paused to gaze down at her newly exposed body; my eyes travelled upwards from her soft belly to the area just below her ribcage and then to her breasts. They were a good size with the rich deep tone of asian skin, nipples standing erect and little bumps speckling the dark brown circles of her areolas.

Her breasts blended into her elegant neck, soft curves of her chin flowed up and framed Erika’s beautiful face. Her mouth was smiling, lips damp and slightly open as she breathed rapidly barely holding back her excitement. The eyes were last and I gazed into the deep brown that twinkled and shone, revealing the fullness of her soul, love, excitement and playfulness sparkled within.

Breaking the spell, our lips moved together automatically and we became swallowed by our emotions once again. I moved my lips down to her neck and softly kissed; pushing further until finally I lowered my head over her breast. My tongue crept out and brushed lightly across the nipple. Erika arched her back again and moaned. Placing my hand on her other boob, I gently squeezed and rubbed the nipple while I began to suck its partner. I took as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could, running my tongue around and across the nipple. My other hand massaged, not wanting to neglect either breast. Erika shivered and sighed, her hips twisting and gently bucking as I pleasured her.

Her legs parted, opening her thighs and allowing her hand to sneak down to her soaked panties. I dropped my free hand down to rest on hers as it slowly crept under the hem and together they began exploring her tidy patch of curls.

Her panties were completely drenched, the material felt damp on the back of our hands as we delved further. Reaching the crease of her pussy, I dipped a finger in and found it wet, slick and hot. Erika pushed into her open folds and found the little nub of her clit. She went wild, jerking her hips up and down, her rubbing and my fingering of her pussy combined with my mouth on her tit was getting too much for her.

Fearing I would lose her completely to the imminent rush of orgasm, I left a trail of saliva across her boobs as I snogged her again. My fingers made a deep sucking sound as I took them out of her dripping hole, Erika’s hand following suite as we ended up in a deep embrace.

We squirmed together; my cock was drooling pre-cum as it poked and prodded her stomach leaving sticky trails over her belly, her wet panties rubbing against my leg. Using a free hand I forced it under her panties and hooked the hem, half pushing them off exposing the round globes of her ass. Erika helped and with a kicking of legs the last shred of clothing was gone.

As we cuddled and writhed together once more I took secret pleasure in sliding my leg between hers and pushing hard into her groin. The effect was immediate. She gave a low moan and crushed her body into mine, an overwhelming need to feel as much of my naked body as she could. The sheer sensuousness of her slick, wet skin against mine almost made me lose it right then but I managed to hold it in check for now.

We moved together, my leg rubbing her vagina; I could feel my balls tickling her clit. My cock throbbed at the thought of thrusting into the hot, grasping hole. Our groins were becoming drenched with the outpouring of our juices; all it would take would be one push of my cock and I’d be buried deep inside her.

“Hun…” she gasped, needing me as much as I needed her.

Both of us so close to orgasm now and we knew it’d last seconds but keşan escort not caring anymore.

“Erika… my love” I replied as I shifted my weight, sliding across and forcing her legs apart so both legs were between hers.

We both paused, knowing the moment had finally come. The last couple of years of email and instant messaging all heading to this one moment when finally we would be together and ready to succumb to the ultimate pleasure a man and woman could enjoy. Raised slightly, I gazed down at her swollen breasts, nipples fat and rigid. I lowered my mouth and slid my lips across her nipples, tongue darting out to stroke the puckered skin of her areolas.

Goosebumps of pleasure appeared and Erika moaned; her hips moved involuntarily as the mounting wave of desire increased. Unable to resist anymore her hands grasped my head, dragging it away from her flesh and planting her lips onto mine. I felt her long fingers curl around my erection and place it against the entrance to her waiting pussy. I pushed in. Erika’s hands encircled my buttocks as she urged me inside her and in one hard thrust I buried myself buried in her wet slick hole.

“Unnnhhhh!” screamed Erika as I hit bottom, the whole of my length inside my lover.

Lifting her knees slightly, Erika’s thighs spread even wider and my cock slipped in further. Her ankles moved up and locked around my calves, our wet locks of pubic hair intermingled as her sex completely and wetly gaped around the base of my deeply buried cock. I moved my chest against her breasts, enjoying the scratch of her nipples against my skin and the push of her firm mounds. In a matter of seconds I was unsheathing myself, our passions flooding back to us as our need returned with a vengeance.

Erika timed her thrusts to match mine so we drew back and drove forward in perfect rhythm. Even though we were first time lovers together our movement were those of an experienced couple who reacted to each other. Strokes alternated; fast at first then slow so she could feel the full sensation of my cock within her hot tunnel. I was pulling out until just my cock head was teasing her opening and then pushing back in until I was once more filling her cavity. Erika moaned each time I reached bottom and the hairs tickled her exposed clitoris.

Her legs moved up from my calves and wrapped around my hips, then up so that they were around my waist. She clung to me, holding me around my neck with her arms and around my waist with her legs. Her mouth was open and wet, our tongues moving freely. Our strokes matched, moving together. By a miracle neither of us had orgasmed yet but I could sense we were getting close.

My cock felt like an engorged log ramming in and out of Erika. She was panting, crying and moaning all at the same time; my own grunts, cries of pleasure, gasping and panting breath joined hers as our pleasure filled the room. Getting to my knees, Erika came with me as her thighs spread to their fullest; my dick pumping in and out using the longest thrusts possible.

Erika threw her head back and shouted, “Hun, I coming!”

Her back arched, as I held her in place as she was overtaken by orgasm. Hers brought on mine and I went over the crest with my lover.

Her buttocks clenched tight and she pushed up hard against me, shuddering and gasping. The hot walls of her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, grasping and pulsing against my cock as it sent its own little pulses and jerks into me. I wrapped my arms completely around Erika, crushing her to me, crushing her mouth to mine. We could barely kiss for our pants and moans, but it driven by a primal need to allow the pleasure to flow between us.

I fell on top of her again and her legs wrapped around me. She humped her pussy against me, over and over, until the movements lessened and she lay still. Slowly, the muscles in our buttocks unclenched, and we lay spent, satiated. Movement now was slow except for the small, fluttery spasms of Erika’s pussy around my cock and my continuing little ejaculatory spurts, spewing out the last of my cum. Our mouths continued to kiss, gradually becoming gentler as the intensity of our orgasms gradually diminished.

We dozed, not knowing how much time passed and not caring. Our union was complete and we were finally able to enjoy the comforts of each other, the animal need of our bodies appeased for now. I smiled inwardly as I thought of the maid’s reaction the following morning when she discovered the heavily stained and damp bed linen. Eventually I slide out of her, a moan of complain as she felt the emptiness of my departed warrior. I entered the en-suite and decided to freshen up…

TO BE CONTINUED

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So…. I fucked a celebrity that I met on Craig’s list. Not much of a beginning, especially when the entire time I talked to him before we finally met, I was trying to convince myself not to meet him. Who does that anyway? Certainly not someone like me! I consider myself to be very stable and cautious, maybe too cautious sometimes, and I never take unnecessary risks.

We were talking for about a week, and this guy just seemed too good to be true. Not only was he a celebrity that I’d read about in the past, he was also ex-military (and high ranking too), had his own private beach in Malibu, and was currently well on his way to his second master’s degree. People like that just don’t exist on Craig’s list, right?

When I finally gave in and decided to meet at a public place, he picked a restaurant in Malibu and I headed down.

When I got there, I instantly got that tingly “uh-oh” sensation when I noticed the restaurant was closed. I immediately looked them up on my phone to see if they were permanently closed or just closed that night. It turned out they were just closed on Monday and it was Monday.

I calmed myself a touch and went over to the gas station nearby and parked there instead. I didn’t want to wait in an empty parking lot for some stranger. Should I have turned around right then? Maybe. Prudence would say yes. But I was so damn curious whether this guy was really who he claimed to be.

Okay, more about him. He’s a very interesting guy, not just in his Don Juan approach to women, but also in his life experience and level of intelligence. He really is an accomplished and provocatively intelligent person. That combination just can’t come in a pretty package, hence the serious curiosity when he claimed to be “devastatingly handsome.”

I saw pictures before I went and recognized him from when I’d read about him before. I rated him maybe 7/10 from pictures alone. Good looking, but not drop dead gorgeous.

After parking at the gas station I let him know where I was and asked if he knew the restaurant was closed. He’d evidently forgotten it was closed on Monday and apologized. He pulled in at the gas station and got gas first; when I saw him I was pretty sure it was him just from his stature alone. But he didn’t look exactly like his pictures. When I say this man is not photogenic, damn is he not photogenic. In person he was easily 10 times hotter.

So he saunters up to me and says hi, and all I can do is stare for karşıyaka escort a minute. The guy is drop dead gorgeous and obviously a surfer from the way he’s built. He towers over me at 6′ 4″ and is 240lbs of gorgeous muscle. After I get out a greeting, he mentions he needs to grab a couple things from the minimart before we go.

Once he was done shopping, he had me follow him back to his place. He started by taking me to his private beach and we spent a good amount of time down by the water talking about the kinkiest things I’ve done, and what I do and don’t like.

After the conversation had lulled he said impishly “I owe you a spanking don’t I”.

With that, he instantly forced me over the rock bench, hiked up my skirt, and smacked me hard. Before I could even process what had just happened, he pulled me to my feet by my hair and kissed me forcefully, stealing my breath and definitely leaving the impression he was in charge.

When I got free I was reeling, I didn’t know if I wanted to throttle him or beg him for more, but I was definitely leaning toward begging for more. I smacked his ass in retaliation as we started back to his place.

We went back up to his place and I sat down on his bed while he put music on his phonograph. Yes, he had a real life phonograph and actual records. Then he came up on the bed with me and kissed the side of my neck, then nipped my ear and ran his hands down my body, and slowly mapped every inch.

Then he started tapping my top button on my shirt and had me open it. I figured he just wanted it off and started to go to the second button, and he stopped me. It was like he was mesmerizing; I just couldn’t do anything he didn’t want me to do. Then he successively tapped each one in turn, not letting me open any more than he wanted each time. As each button was undone, he spent time kissing and sucking on the skin that was exposed.

He pulled back for a split second and said “I’m gonna make you feel so good” and then he slid his hands down my body and pulled up my skirt. But instead of going in for the kill like I expected, he started sliding his hands up my legs slowly and then stroking back down.

Finally, after what was endless sweet agony, he touched my pussy and started stroking my clit. I have never had a man touch me so perfectly. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted. He slid his fingers inside me and I started moving against his hand.

He kartepe escort finally told me to take my clothes off. I did and he went back to stroking me and sucking my nipples. Then he moved my hand to his cock. His cock was amazing: Throbbing, hard, long, thick, and perfectly shaped. He slid off the bed and undressed with a sexy little swagger that said “yeah you know you like what you see” – which I definitely did!

The man is undeniably vying for Adonis, and his arms were huge! The way he commanded the room just by being in it was so sexy. He came back to the bed and slid up between my legs.

He bent down to kiss me again and slowly nudged his cock against my pussy. Then he pushed my legs up over my head and sank in, all in one smooth action. Holy fuck he hit deep. Filling me completely and pushing just a touch too deep so I felt that soul rocking pleasure pain of being perfectly filled.

I don’t think I even responded for a few minutes as I adjusted to the awesome feeling of his cock moving inside me. He fucked me like that for a while and then spread my legs and moved my hand to my clit. I asked him if I could ride. He thought about it for a moment and then let me.

He started gripping my breasts and teasing my nipples. Then he got much rougher with them and squeezed and pulled and abused them until the pleasure from his cock mixed with the pain so exquisitely that I started cumming. And kept cumming. It was like it just wouldn’t stop. It felt so amazing. I have never cum that hard in my life!

After I came and settled down he had me get up and he grabbed some lube and told me to gently finger his ass while he stroked himself off. So I tried to be sure I used enough lube and slipped my finger in while he stroked that gorgeous cock until it exploded. I was tempted to lick it off. But cleaning my hands took precedent.

When I got back to bed he got up and took a quick shower. When he came back he grabbed me and forced me over his armchair, shoving my face down into the seat and shoving his cock roughly into me.

He pounded me hard, keeping his hand over my face and neck, not letting me move. Then he slid his finger into my ass, grabbed some lube, and then without warning shoved his cock up my ass. God the pain was so intense but so good.

He still had me pinned, and had I been able to play with my clit right then I would have cum another three or four times before I got used kaş escort to his cock in my ass. He didn’t let up and then shoved something into my pussy at the same time while he fucked my ass.

Once I started getting close he pulled out and shoved his fist into my pussy. No warning and no prep. It hurt so fucking much. I was incoherently whimpering but I didn’t want him to stop. When he started punching his fist in and out of my pussy I couldn’t take the pain anymore and begged him to please ease up. He did immediately and I came tremendously hard, squirting all over his chair and floor.

He went and cleaned up again and I just lay there for a couple minutes unable to move. Then I stood up and a little bit later he came back. He lay on the bed and asked if I was any good at massage. I told him yes and he told me to massage his back. I spent quite a while, really trying to impart by how I touched him just how good he’d made me feel.

I’d forgotten what it was like to totally lose myself. And I’d never had someone give me everything I needed so thoroughly. After a while he told me to rub his balls and taint which I had never had someone ask for before, but did anyway.

He slowly got hard again and told me to suck his cock. I loved how velvety the head of his cock felt against my tongue. It was just delicious.

After a while he got tired of that and pushed me back to the bed and gently moved up between my legs. And that’s when he astounded me and completely put the cherry on top of the whole night. He slowly made love to me, soft, sexy, and exceedingly sensual.

I had my hands all over his back and he kissed me while his cock was sinking deliciously into me. And then he came and pushed me over the edge with him. It was just so perfectly delicious. The tenderness caught me completely off guard. I was perfectly able to maintain it as just great sex until that. I just lay there afterward until my stomach kept growling and we decided to go get food.

I drove us to jack in the box and we played name that song with my silly random mix cd’s. When we got back we ate and watched SNL until we went to sleep. He was so cute and cuddly and asked me to kiss the back of his neck.

I didn’t want to cuddle too much. Not because I didn’t want to be close to him, but because I didn’t want to feel like he was mine. I was trying to have a little self-preservation and not want to see him again. I needed to remind myself it was a once in a lifetime event and wouldn’t be repeated.

As much as I knew that, it just made me a little sad to never get that again. And not just the sex — I genuinely liked his company. The next morning I left early to make it to work and let myself out, knowing full well that I would never forget him.

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As Connor thrust his young tongue ever deeper and harder into my mouth, Niall’s hand was slowly working its way up my nylon clad left leg.

He very tenderly, was stroking my inner thigh and then found the gap of my crotchless suspender tights that allowed him to feel bare naked flesh.

“Oh what’s this then?” he quipped as his hand now met my skin. I trembled slightly with anticipation and also with sheer wanton lust.

“Oh fuck yes!” I moaned. “Go on, go on, get my cunt felt up.”

“Oh you say the dirtiest things!” young Connor offered as he disengaged his tongue from my mouth.

Saliva was dripping from my lips as I almost fucking begged these young lads to feel me up.

As Niall slowly worked his way up to my hot steaming snatch, Connor took the opportunity of lifting my dress up even higher, to expose more of me to my lusty young stallions.

“Just fucking pull it right up!” I screamed.

With my black dress now crumpled around my waist I was bare, save for my slutty suspender tights, and completely on display from my waist down to my sons two best friends.

I parted my legs even wider, spiking my heels into the hall carpet to steady myself for the oncoming onslaught on my frothing married cunny.

“Oh your legs look fucking great in those,” Niall said as he leered at my splayed legs and slutty heels.

Connor had now joined in with some lovely fondling of the white, smooth bare flesh that was readily and cheaply on offer to them.

“Fucking hell Anna, your fanny is dripping!” They both exclaimed together almost telepathically, as a few drops of my pussy juice dribbled and landed in delicious splodges onto their encroaching hands.

“I’m fucking so close to cumming already!” I panted.

Niall was the first to make contact with my gash.

He ignored my clit and went straight in, and straight for my gaping fuck tube.

Two fingers roughly and instantly slopped their way up inside me.

I sighed, moaned and had to bite my lip as he was immediately joined by two of Connors fingers.

“Oh fuck me,” I gasped again.” Go on finger me…please..oh that’s it. Yes, yes fuck it, fuck it!”

I was imploring them by this stage, my wet hole an oozing cavern by this point. I was spread, splayed and now rammed with four fingers.

Four fingers belonging to my own sons best friends.

I had seen these lads grow up from the ages of 8, had attended birthday parties, Christmas events, even visited Connor when he was in hospital once.

I had shared drinks with their parents and grandparents.

Now I was standing, leaning against a wall like a cheap hooker, legs spread wide akimbo for them to fondle and pleasure me like a common street whore and tart.

“Please, please faster, faster,” I urged.” Can one of you just play with my clit, just a little,” I panted and spluttered in between my ecstatic moans and groans.

“Of course,” Niall replied and he began to lovingly use his thumb on me, still sloshing and ramming his young fingers up my creaming slut tube as he did so.

Connor then took his chance to plant another wet kiss on me, I eagerly responded,saliva and spit

mashing karaköprü escort our lips and tongues together. Niall then replaced his friends mouth and I opened my married wife’s mouth to wantonly accept my sons friends wriggling tongue in yet again.

His thumb was now kneading and pushing hard against my rock solid clitoris.

“I’m fucking gonna cum. Oh fuck yes!” I blurted as best I could in between deep French kisses with them both.

“Oh fucking hell, you bastards… yes!” I finally exclaimed as my first spasm engulfed me, my flood barriers opened and the first jets of my cunt juiced squirted out.

“Oh holy shit you’re a squirter too!” Niall complimented me.

“Fuck yes! I’ve only seen this on the net,” Connor replied to his best fiend.

Their fingers kept up their steady rhythm of sloppy cunt fucking as I bucked violently against their young hands.

Grinding myself harder onto them as my fanny batter leaked and sprayed forth.

My legs began trembling as my orgasms violently crashed through me.

I was now biting my lip hard in the final throws of my climax and the two boys were clearly enjoying the view and their efforts.

“Go on cum, cum all over us Anna,” Niall urged me on.

I looked at them both, we all exchanged smiles as my climax subsided, sweat running down all three of our faces and the hall carpet now bearing the stains and small puddles from my torrent of pussy froth.

The two lads slowly eased their sticky fingers from my cunt, with a slosh and a plop.

“Oh that was amazing,” I said breaking the immediate silence.

“Too fucking right it was,” Connor said, then he burst out with a nervous laugh.

“Come here you hunk” I said to Niall and we enjoyed a deep, passionate kiss again.

“My hands are all sticky!” I could hear Connor saying. Talking as though he was relating it to someone else who hadn’t seen the events of the last few minutes.

I looked at him and slowly took his wrist then guided his hand up to my mouth.

I poked out my tongue and ran it over the length of his fingers, slurping and licking the sweet, musky fanny juice as I did so.

Niall quickly offered me his and I repeated the sordid same.

I love the taste of my cunt juice. Normally slobbering on a wet prick that has been balls deep up me and coated with my slime is one of my favourite acts of sex.

Once I had completely cleaned their fingers and hands of my sticky goo, I got to work on having a good old feel of their throbbing cocks through their trousers.

It was at this point that Niall’s phone rang.

“Oh shit it’s Ryan,” he said with a deep intake of breath.

“You’d better answer it,” I said as I continued still rubbing his hard, pulsating cock through his tight suit trousers.

Whilst he continued pressing the button to answer the call from my own son I was sliding the zipper on his trousers down and unbuckling his belt.

He gave me a wry smile, somewhat startled and surprised at the events unfolding.

“Hiya mate,” he quickly said to my son on the end of the line.

“Oh aye we are just waiting for the karatay escort taxi mate, we had to clean up a bit first, your mum didnae’ want the place a cowp for when you all got back later. Nah she’s in the kitchen, wanna speak to her?” He was obviously being quizzed on my whereabouts as well.

It’s a good job it wasn’t a face-time call, as at that point I had his best friends trousers around his ankles and was lowering his boxers down to unleash a throbbing hard and purple headed coloured cock.

Connor had taken matters into his own hands and had somewhat confidently undone his own suit trousers, and was joining his friend in being relieved of his boxers.

“I can get her if you want mate?”

I flashed a naughty smile at Niall.

“Okay wait a mo’ mate. Anna, Anna Ryan wants a quick word,” he was mock shouting at me in the kitchen.

In fact by that point I had my right hand wrapped around his cock shaft and was getting my first feel of his long and throbbing, young man gristle.

Connor had by this point unleashed his prick too and was slowly and gently tugging it inches from my nylon clad thigh.

Niall put the phone to my ear, which meant I still had both hands free. A deliberate ploy on his behalf!

“Hiya son, what’s up?” I asked as my left hand now found its way to Connors rigid cock as well.

“Aye we should only be another ten or fifteen minutes. The taxi firm said they had a bit of a rush. No I don’t think I will have time to stop off at the shops for you! I have some here I can bring if you want??”

He was asking for some diet cola to be taken as he had forgotten to take it.

At the same time as I idly chatted with my loving son,I had his two best friends cocks in my hands, slowly wanking them off.

Niall’s was the longest and I was slowly masturbating him as I tried to get into a steady rhythm with Connor as well.

“Yes I won’t forget. You wanna speak to Niall again?” I hurriedly asked, as I could feel both the young lads pricks growing and Connor was definitely tensing up a little bit as well.

As soon as Niall began speaking I dropped to my knees quickly and began to lick both cock lengths alternately.

Connor was muffling sighs and moans as I then took his cock into my mouth for the first time, continuing to wank away on Niall vigorously as I did so.

I smiled up at Connor with his hard young cock nudged into the side if my mouth, pouched like a hamster eating it’s lunch.

This sent him over the edge I think, because as I resumed a gentle suck and stroke motion on his rampant tool. The first jets of his young, salty spunk shot into my mouth. I wanted desperately to fuck them, but knew there wasn’t time and that would have to be a treat that we saved for another time.

Connor then shot a couple of more thick jets of his jizz into the back of my throat, his face a contorted delight as he did so. He was biting hard on his fingers to stop himself making any sound as he drained his young balls down his best friends mums throat, whilst Niall continued chatting on the phone!

“Aye we will all be coming soon.” Niall said rather cheekily, karesi escort as Connors last splashes of spunk filled my mouth.

I looked up at him as he continued chatting and Connor was finishing off his cum spurting session.

I swallowed every drop of his young jism before moving on to Niall’s erect monster of a cock.

I gently began to lick the full length of his young prick back and forth. It twitched deliciously as I ran my tongue up and down his engorged shaft.

“Okay gotta go mate. See you in a few minutes.” Niall hung up on his friend.

“Oh fuck that’s good!” he said looking down at me.

“Glad you like it!” I replied plopping his cock out of my mouth.

“Connor seemed to eh?” I said.

“He filled my mouth right up, can you do the same?” I teasingly asked.

“Oh I aim to fill more than your mouth,” he confidently said.

“Oh do you now. Well that may have to wait!” I responded, then I really got to work on his fucking delicious manhood.

I slobbered all over his cock length, my salty, spunky breath evident in the air.

Once I had it lovely and wet I began wanking him hard into my mouth.

“Go on give me it!” I literally begged. “Give me your fucking cum. Go on add some more to my mouth. You know you want too. Fucking cum for me Niall!”

The language and the hard wanking soon had the desired effect. His cock shot out a mighty blast of spunk, the first jet slightly hitting my red lips.

I then took him fully into my mouth to finish milking my sons friend’s cock dry.

I bobbed my head back and forth as spurt and jet after jet flooded my married slut mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” he gasped as I sucked hard on his spurting rod.

His jets eased off and with a lick of my lips I had swallowed his entire load.

“Mmmmm that was delicious,” I said further licking my lips to enjoy the remnants of his seed.

Both Connor and Niall now looked dazed and shocked.

“Don’t worry!” I said. “This is our secret. I hope we can repeat it again? “I asked inquisitively.

“Oh I hope so” Niall quickly replied looking to his friend for encouragement.

I stood up, straightened my dress up and went to the bathroom to re-apply make up and generally freshen myself up.

Meantime both the lads replaced their flaccid cocks, buckled and zipped up their trousers.

Once we were all decent we rang for the taxi, which we knew would only be a few minutes in turning up.

We used this time to chat about what had happened, had a couple of more gentle snogs,(me having brushed my teeth first,) and we agreed that we would be meeting as soon as we could to take things further.

I obviously kept up the pretence that Mike would know nothing about this, which certainly put their minds at rest and added a bit of spice to the events for the two of them.

Once we had arrived at the party it was as if nothing had happened or changed.

They were both careful to play it coolly, not avoiding me, but not drawing attention to the fact that something had changed in the way they viewed me.

For my part I teasingly told Mike, Bill and Frank that I had a surprise for them, but that they would have to wait till after the party to find out what.

They all smirked, knowing that I would be telling them some naughty events as a nice New Years Day treat!

Since then I have arranged to meet the two of them at a hotel in the University town they are in.

Can’t wait!!