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The day is still warming so you decide not to put your coveralls back on yet. You drink from your canteen and eat a little. To be sure you get back before dark, you strike off in the direction of the road. It’s a little sad leaving the tree, but the joyous grin that has been on your face for what seems like hours keeps coming back as you remember and replay your experience. Your legs are tired but they soon remember the rhythm and the way is downhill. The drips from the canopy are a constant companion now, hitting the ground and underbrush with a splat that makes the whole forest seem to be alive and twitching. You decide to put the scarf over your head to keep your hair dry for as long as possible.

After a while you hear running water off to one side and you angle over to see a little stream bounding down the hillside next to you. The brook is only a hand deep and you can see the rocky bottom easily. Thin shelves of ice are slowly receding as the water flows under and around them. Exposed roots of nearby trees frequently change the course of the water for a short distance before it forgets them and resumes a downward run. You follow along as close as you can, going around trees and occasionally hopping over to the other side to find an easier path. Various animal tracks can be seen in the snow and mud of the banks but you don’t meet any of their owners. Next to the brook the bushes and grasses are thickly coated with ice, the branches or blades leaning precariously in all directions.

You are startled by the rising metallic whine of what might be an electric saw. The sound is far away, but loud compared to the soft susurrations of the dripping forest and running brook. As you continue downstream, you can occasionally hear hammer strikes on wood and some other unidentifiable hum. Again, two more passes with the saw, a long pause, and more hammering. You can tell you are only about fifty meters away and you approach cautiously. The ground is still sloping steadily downward and you stay as close to the stream as you can. Looking down the waterway, you see a piece of structure that looks like it sits right on the stream. Movement attracts your attention to a man carrying a long plank atop the structure. You catch a glimpse of long denim trousers, a tool belt and a well-tanned back. You stop and think–do you want to approach this guy? You’re all alone out here and he could be dangerous. But, he seems to have an honest occupation, and he could probably tell you the quickest way back to the road. Hmmm… You decide to get a bit closer before making your decision. Another twenty meters and you see the structure is probably a house built in a small clearing and it forms a bridge over the stream just after it tumbles down a two-meter incline.

The man is maybe a hundred eighty centimeters and well muscled, not like a body builder but like a man who labors for a living. His tool belt has a dozen woodworking tools in it and rides low on his hips which you can see just above the waistline of his jeans. He has a brown beard, mustache, and sideburns with a slightly red tint. You are about to back off and go around him to find the road when you hear him whistling one of your favorite songs. You mentally slap yourself for being too paranoid and start walking toward the house. The purr of a portable generator masks the sound of your approach so you watch him fitting boards to make rafters for the roof over one end of the structure. The outside walls look as if they are made of small trees stacked up, their ends interlocking to form the corners. The span across the little stream is laid upon two massive tree trunks and will eventually have large picture windows on both sides. A pickup truck with various lengths of lumber in the bed is parked near a large tent, the generator, the electric saw, and a cold campfire. He climbs down from the roof and starts to fetch another plank when he spots you standing above him at the edge of the clearing.

“Holy sh–” he blurts, jumps back a bit, and puts his hand on his heart, “You ’bout scared me outa two years growth.” He walks over to the generator and turns it off. The sounds of the forest and brook seem to get louder to fill the silence left by the little engine.

“Sorry,” you grin, “I was just admiring your handiwork.”

“Oh, well, thank you ma’am. I’m no Frank Lloyd Wright, but it’ll keep me warm next winter.”

“Ma’am?” you think to yourself, “He’s probably older than I am…” Then you remember the scarf and, trying to be nonchalant, you pull the wet thing off and wring it out. You are rewarded with a smile that shows nice teeth.

“It’s obvious you aren’t from around here. You must be staying over at Whispering Pines” he says, then adds hastily, “uh, I’m Scott Carpenter,” he tips an imaginary hat and then puts his hands on his hips. He is covered in a fine layer of sawdust.

“I’m Nicole Mason, from Australia, and yes, I’m on holiday.”

He laughs. “A mason and a carpenter. Between the two of us we could build just about anything, hey?” Now it’s your istanbul escort turn to grin. You decide he’s alright and walk/slide/run down the incline to his level.

“It looks like you’re doing quite alright all by yourself. This is going to be fabulous!” You turn and look up at the bridge over the stream. From this angle, the house looks like it’s suspended from the high trees behind and on either side of it.

“This side’s going to be a studio. I’m trying to finish it first so I can move in and pack up my tent. The other side is going to be the main house,” you hear the excitement in his voice and you can tell that his eyes are looking at the completed structure.

“And you’ve done all this by yourself? How ever did you get those huge trees up there?” you wonder.

“Oh, no, I had help with those. They weigh a few tons each. Gotta have two trucks with cranes just to pick them up. All the main structural members are going to be made from whole trees, if I can swing it.”

You frown slightly. “You cut down these beautiful trees?” you say, slightly accusingly.

“No way, Miss Mason. I wouldn’t do such a thing, even though I own the land. No, I only buy trees that have been damaged by fire or other natural causes. And even then, there has to be a way to port the tree here. It’s not like there are many roads through the forest–a good tree for building is mighty hard to come by,” he shakes his head ruefully.

“Oh, I see. Then your work here is even more impressive,” you smile disarmingly, “and call me Nikki.”

He smiles back. “All right, Nikki. Pardon me, but being alone for days at a time has made me forget my manners. Would you like something to drink? I’ve got hot water for coffee or cocoa, and uh, beer. But we’d have to cool it in the stream for a bit unless you like it warm.”

Standing still, you’ve been getting steadily cooler, even standing in the ever-shifting sunny spots. “Hot cocoa would be grand, thank you, um, if it’s not too much trouble–“

“Not at all.” He disappears into the tent and for a few seconds you don’t hear anything. Then the tink of metal mugs and pouring of water heralds his return without his tool belt, wearing a flannel shirt with a tartan pattern and carrying two steel mugs. His has coffee in it. He hands you the one with the spoon. “It’s just instant, so you’ll have to stir it a bit,” he says apologetically.

“Mmmm, thank you.” You stir the mug and wrap your hands around it and inhale the aroma. Your hands drink the heat as you sip and you look for a place to sit down. The tailgate of the truck is down and has a few planks that cover the bed so you carefully hop up to sit on the wood. Ahhh, this is much better than cold metal, stone, or snow, and your legs thank you.

“So tell me more about this castle you’re building.” you say, with real interest.

He gives a little laugh and says “Funny you should call it that, it’s actually going to have a tower over here on the main building. I want to be able to climb up to the tops of the trees, or at least the lower branches and see what it’s like being as tall as a tree. Maybe I’ll add a tree house.”

“Oooh, I’ve been wishing I could do that all day,” you say wistfully.

“Everything in the house will be made of wood. I’m not even using nails if I can help it. That’s why I need whole trees for the load bearing supports and the outer walls. Interlocking grooves, pins, and wedges is all you need to hold it together. Of course, you have to pressure-treat certain parts to prevent too much movement as the seasons change…” He goes on to explain about the split-stone floor for passive solar heating, water pipes buried in the earth and running under the floors for heat exchange, an underground cellar for cooling, three fireplaces, retaining walls, vapor barriers, etc. You listen in fascination as he describes his dream home. You imagine the rooms he describes, bathed in the golden glow of polished wood, warmed by sun or fire, cooled by earth or breeze. His eyes occasionally come back to earth to meet yours and gauge your reaction. Here is a man obviously inspired by a vision, a dream given form by nature and his own hands. He has set his goals high enough to be a true challenge, but real enough to touch every step of the way. His love for the forest is palpable and he isn’t trying to conquer it or subvert it–he wants to live in harmony with it. You come to an easy decision.

“I saw a big fallen tree this morning on my hike. If I tell you where it is, would you give me a ride back to Whispering Pines?” you ask with a grin.

“One that fell in the storm last night?” he asks excitedly. “If you take me to it, I’ll even buy you dinner.”

Without a thought about how tired your legs are, you blurt “It’s a deal.”

“Then we’d better get a move on, it still gets dark pretty early this time of year.” He quickly puts away the cups and brings out a torch and a can of spray paint. He throws a tarp over the saw and the generator avcılar escort and then opens up the pickup truck to retrieve an orange hunting vest, rifle, a gadget with a little screen, and a Stetson cowboy hat. He answers your stare at the rifle with “Nothing should bother us, but I’d rather have it and not need it than vice versa. He slings the rifle over his shoulder, attaches the torch to a loop on one side of his jeans, the can of paint on the other side, and the electronic device to his belt. “Ready when you are,” he says with a smile.

You set off for the fallen tree, retracing your footsteps as best you can. “Um, what sort of things might we meet out here?” you ask warily.

“Mountain lion and bear are the critters that you have to watch out for,” he sees your wide-eyed look and adds “but it’s been a fairly mild winter, so they probably aren’t too hungry…’cept for the bears which are just waking up this time of year,” he teases.

It is practically raining under the trees and you put your scarf back on, but you’re quickly getting wet. He offers you the vest, which seems to be fairly water repellant and you accept. He holds it for you as you put it on and then your backpack again. The stream has grown steadily as more and more snow melts in the warm sun. When it comes time to cross he gallantly steps in icy water that is almost knee deep and lifts you, effortlessly, to the other side. You like the feel of his strong hands on your waist.

He tells you that the edge of his land is right about here and that the land belonged to his uncle before he died. You’re not sure how big an “acre” is, but the number sounds like a lot of land, judging from how far you have hiked so far. He explains that to recover a tree from the Forestry Department requires that he be the first to claim it, fill out an environmental impact form, and pay a fee based on the size of the tree. A forestry officer will have to come out and inspect the tree and decide whether to allow it to be removed.

There are breaks in your trail, but it’s fairly easy to spot your footprints ahead. It looks like a different forest walking uphill in this direction–nothing looks familiar. You eventually leave the swiftly moving stream and head back toward the ridge. Soon your tree comes into view. He whistles appreciatively.

“That’s a beauty. Probably a hundred and thirty footer. Straight as an arrow…with only minor imperfections,” he talks half to himself as he walks along the length of the tree.

Suddenly, you’re a little self-conscious about him finding some evidence of your presence, but he doesn’t even go all the way to the top of the tree. He spray paints some identifying markings in orange on the exposed roots and near the wide base. Then, he gets out the device with the small green screen and extends an antenna. You look at the screen and realize that you’ve seen one before. It’s a global positioning unit just like the one Mulder used to find the Antarctic base in the X Files movie.

“Oh how clever. Can that remember where we are and guide you back here?” you ask.

He is pleasantly surprised. “Yes, exactly. And I’ll give the Rangers the position so they can come out and inspect it. Everything’s high tech these days. You can’t get lost if you’ve got one of these babies.” He pauses and says quietly, “Trouble is, when you see it in terms of numbers, the forest doesn’t seem as big anymore–it takes away some of the mystery and majesty…” You put a comforting hand on his arm, the sleeve is cold and wet. He brightens and looks at you with a grin, “At least I don’t carry one o’ those damn cell phones. Now, how about that dinner?”

Downhill and downstream you trudge once again. The warmth of the sun is almost gone and it is dusk under the dripping canopy. The stream is now wide enough that it takes a few careful steps for him to carry you across. You put your arms around his neck and feel the muscles of his shoulders and the slight movement of his collarbone. You admire his profile as he concentrates on the footing. It feels like he could carry you all the way back to his dream home but he sets you gently, and a bit reluctantly, back on your feet. Your feet hurt from all the kilometers you’ve crossed and climbed, but you wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Looking at his back and shoulders as he blazes the trail ahead of you, you smile a secret smile, thinking to yourself “And it’s not over yet…”

Even the effort of hiking doesn’t keep the chill away now, so it is with great relief that you arrive back at his place and sit down on the tailgate again. He starts the pickup truck and turns on the heat. “Come sit in here while I g–,” he stops. “Could I ask a big favor?”

“Sure, what?” you reply as you climb in the passenger side of the truck.

“Uh, could I use your shower? I don’t have enough hot water around here for a real bath and I’m tired of taking cold ones. Besides, if we’re going to have a nice dinner, I’d like to be a little more presentable,” he smiles hopefully.

“You şirinevler escort and me both,” you say ruefully as you drag the wet scarf off your head and run your hand through limp hair.

“Great. Be back in a jiff,” and he closes the door to the truck and enters the tent.

While he’s gone you look in the visor mirror. Besides the hair you don’t look too bad. The cold has given you rosy cheeks and your skin feels tight and healthy. You stare at yourself, trying to figure out what to do.

“Am I crazy to want this guy?” you ask yourself. “No, he’s wonderful. Am I crazy to tell him? Probably. But you’re going to do it, aren’t you? Very probably. Good Lord girl, what did that tree do to you? I don’t know, but I liked it…a lot.”

In a minute or so he comes back with a duffel bag and climbs in. “Better put your seat belt on, the road is a bit rough,” he says as he latches his own seat belt. You do the same and he drives slowly down what few people would call a road. The heat feels wonderful on your feet and legs and you put your hands out to the vents to grab more. With an occasional lurch the truck makes its winding way downward and then sharply upward as it meets the main road. The wheels spin briefly on the wet gravel beside the road and then you pick up speed. You look back and there is not even a mailbox to mark the steep entrance to his castle.

Ten minutes later you arrive at the Whispering Pines lodge. The stairs to the second floor feel like climbing a mountain but you make it to the room, which has been freshly made up by the maid staff and is cozy warm. You hang your scarf and his vest up to dry and flop down in the big chair to take your boots off. You are quickly frustrated by stiff fingers and wet laces and you are still trying to figure out what to do about the man in your room. You want him. Badly. And he’s being the perfect gentleman. Dammit.

“Here, allow me,” Scott says pulling out a pocketknife and kneeling at your feet.

“Oh, thank you,” you say with relief.

He chooses what looks like a nail file and makes quick work of loosening the knots. Then he carefully pulls your boots off and sets them near the heater to dry. You pull your socks off and feel your skin breathe, the soft carpet feels like a cloud, but you start to shiver. That does it. You are cold, tired, hungry, horny, and now suddenly impatient and a little angry at nothing in particular: society maybe. Why does it have to be so complicated? Your clothes have been chafing you ever since you put them back on at the tree. They are sticking to you like cold, loathsome muck.

What the hell. In two swift moves you peel your clothes off and kick them into a corner. You almost gasp as your skin reacts to the air. You can feel the warmth start to creep in, but it’s much too slow. You want hot water and a hot body and you head for the bathroom. Scott is over by the window, stunned (“As he should be,” you think with a naughty grin), so you cock your hip, give him a one-eyed look over your shoulder, and invite him to wash your hair. Then you slink into the bathroom and close the door leaving it slightly ajar. The rest is up to him.

Water on. Hot. Shower on. Step in. The steaming jets of water rake across your flesh just like the ice needles did, but now temperatures are reversed. It feels like fire touching every goosebump but you know it’s just an illusion. Your neck, your breasts, your stomach take the full impact, the rest of your skin has to be content with steam or runoff. Eyes closed, you slowly lean forward and let the liquid flames climb up your chin, your lips, your nose, each centimeter tries to resist and then gives up in relief. You inhale the steam and feel it all the way to your lungs. As the jets reach the top of your head the hot water burns across your scalp like a forest fire, chasing the cold water before it.

A pair of arms encircles yours and draws you back in a gentle embrace. Your cold back and shoulder blades meet solid warmth and finally the shivering stops. The tension in your arms and shoulders melts away as you lean your head back and sigh. For a long moment he just holds you, with his cheek touching your head and his arms covering yours.

He whispers, “Ohhh, Nikki,” in a sigh of his own and you turn to put your arms around him. Again the temperatures make you focus on your skin. Your back is stung by fire and his chest feels almost cool as your hot breasts press up against his ribs. He looks about to say something but you preempt him with a quick kiss, his beard and mustache tickle your nose and chin. With a shake of your head and a look, you indicate no talking and then you hand him your shampoo. He looks longingly at you and then picks up your mood, smiles, and decides to play your game. You turn around as he squeezes shampoo into his hand and begins to rub it into your hair. Thank goodness the water doesn’t sting anymore or you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his touch. With slow circular motions he gently washes your hair, combing it thru his fingers and messaging your scalp. When he’s done, you turn around and reward him with the sight of your body, head tilted back to rinse your hair, arms lifted to run your hands through it. You try not to look at him but you can tell he is excited and appreciative. Then you hand him the soap and quickly turn around again.

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CHAPTER 1

Barry dropped to his knees in front of his best friend. He licked his lips lustily and undid the guys belt, pulling it out of his loops and throwing it to the other side of the room. Quickly flicking open John’s button he drew his zipper down. John eagerly pushed his pants down so they fell around his ankles. The cock in front of Barry was straining at the tight black boxers and threatened to break free on it’s own.

John, while not thick in girth, was very long in shaft. Barry reached around and grabbed his friends ass cheeks while nuzzling the warmth of his cock through the thin material. He loved the way that those taut buns felt in his hands.

John gasped and wriggled his hips. He was obviously enjoying the way that Barry rubbed his nose up and down the length of that long shaft.

Barry could smell the turned-on muskiness of the other lad. He opened his nostrils wide and took and deep breath of that sexy odour. “M-m-mmmmmm…” He gasped, his face flushed. “Gotta get me some of that!”

John grinned down evilly. “Help yourself!”

Barry smirked and, with easy grace, pulled down John’s boxers. The guy’s cock sprung free and hit Barry in the face with a slap. The teen grinned and sank back on his heels, surveying the way that the long thin pole waved in the air. It was standing almost straight up from the lad’s groin. It was pink and softly veined, with two small balls drawn up tight in that lovely wrinkled ball sack. The head was purple and cut, wildly fared so that it was almost twice the width of the shaft. It looked like a morel mushroom or something. Barry didn’t care what. To him it looked like great sucking cock and that’s what he intended to do. Smacking his lips he looked up at his friend from under heavy eyelids. “Gonna suck you good, John, ’til you cum in my mouth!”

“I’ll jizz you good, Barry. Haven’t cum in days!” The other lad laughed. He was dark haired, a trait which extended to his groin. He had little pubic hair because he shaved nicely for Barry.

“Ooooh. Tasty cum!” Muttered Barry happily. He wrapped one of his hands around John’s cock and felt the warm shaft happily. It felt like a hot prong in his fist. He jacked at it obscenely, teasing his friend with a lazy tugging. John was hissing and groaning, his dick leaping in Barry’s hand with each heartbeat. Barry did not have the willpower to make his friend wait though. He just loved cock and had been sucking it for years. Not just John’s cock, he thought as he licked the precum from the chunky head, but any cock. He had sucked many in his time, was known as a good cock licker in school. Probably one of the best, certainly up amongst even the sluttiest girls. Barry loved the girls too because he loved all sex. He was as bi as they came, just like John.

Lapping happily at his friend’s cock, he worked it like a lolly pop for a while. His lips were busy and his tongue lashed away at the ridge around the other guy’s head. He knew that this drove all guys wild. It was the most sensitive spot on the organ. A fact shown by John’s increased erectness. Barry doubted that he could bend the guy’s cock now if he wanted to. For nineteen years old John had a very virginal cock and it was easy to bring off. He could also cum several times in one night which was perfect for Barry on their sleepovers.

Lusty Barry could not stand it any longer. He opened his lips and pressed them over John’s dickhead. “Go on Barry, oh yesssss!” Hissed the young man. Barry removed his hand from the cock and pushed his mouth forwards until he had swallowed three quarters of it’s length. The head banged against his throat and Barry gurgled, cursing his friend’s length. At nine inches it was too long to fit all of it into his mouth. He liked to try though and wiggled forwards until he’d gotten it to pop into his throat. His tongue kept working at the shaft the whole time, licking the underside. Barry gurgled again and looked up at the picture of utter bliss on his friend’s face. Placing his hands onto John’s groin around the base of his cock Barry began to rock backwards and forwards, fucking that beautiful dick with his mouth. He loved the way the stiffness felt between his lips, and knew that his voice would be husky tomorrow from taking the guy down his throat. He didn’t care right now. All he wanted was a good dollop of cum on his vocal cords.

John was fucking back at Barry a bit by rocking on his toes. Barry tickled his balls with his thumbs, pushing them up down down the crease in the sack. He knew John loved this big time. “Yes oh yessss, you are a great cocksucker you!” Blurted John emotionally. Barry glowed with pride at his friend’s comments. It was better than a great college report card! He redoubled his efforts and let his friend use him like a pussy. Each stroke inwards made him snort all of the air out of his nostrils, so that he sounded a little like a steam train.

“Hiss… puff… shlock!”

“Oh yeah, c’mon buddy!”

“Hiss… puff… schlock!”

Barry’s mouth halkalı escort was all wet now and it sounded like a pussy grinding on a cock in some porn film. Barry liked his boys to think of him like a permanently greased pussy. They could use his mouth anytime they liked!

“OhGodI’msocloseBarry…” Garbled John.

Just as Barry knew he was about to receive a nice big helping of jism, the bedroom door banged wide open…

“What the hell is going on here!?”

CHAPTER 2

Barry couldn’t believe it. It was his mom! Shit! He pulled his head back in a reflex action just as John lost his load. It splashed out of the wildly waving dick, delivering a good old spurt right to Barry’s right cheek. The second splat landed on his chin and the third hit his t-shirt. Barry scurried back quickly and stood, shaking his head. “Mom! I… can explain.”

He was half shocked, half angry, and all worried. “I… you shouldn’t have just walked in here like that! Christ I could have been getting changed!”

His mother raised an eyebrow. “I think I found you doing something more than getting changed, Barry Andrew Luduca. Although you’ve certainly changed in my eyes.”

“Yeah, well…” He was embarrassed and shocked. John, the sensible lad, had pulled up his pants. It was quite comical seeing him trying to button his fly around a cock that was still bolt hard and leaking cum.

Barry’s mom noticed this at about the same time as Barry did. She giggled girlishly. “John, don’t bother. You’re just going to mess your clothes up more.” She stepped into the room, her high heeled boots clicking on the varnished wood of the floor.

John gave her an angry look and finally managed to do it. He looked all defiant now.

“Why did you just walk in here, Mrs Luduca?” Asked John, his words brave but his voice quivering.

“I think I should be the one asking the questions, John Howzak. Questions like what my son is doing blowing his burly friend?”

Barry stuttered.

“Well, out with it, son. What is my academically brilliant son doing blowing the captain of the soccer team? I never had you down for a fag, Barry.”

It was hard to come up with excuses or explanations for such a thing. Especially when Barry had rapidly cooling cum running down his face. Cum he wanted to taste. “We’ve been doing this for a bit mom. Helps us both out you know?” He was trying not to scoop the ribbons of goodness from his cheek.

“I would imagine so. Girls at College not putting out?”

“We’re all nineteen, ma. They’re putting out. Just not enough for me and John. We have an arrangement. Especially when the girls don’t want to do it.”

Barry’s mom shook her long black hair. “Too busy with school work, eh? Damn these things have changed. When I was at college girls put out all the time!” She laughed. Barry took a look at his mom. She had obviously come home from work early for some reason. She was still dressed in one of her usual outfits. She wore black knee-high boots; black fishnets; and a short black silky skirt. Complementing this was a purple blouse with rolled up sleeves that she wore tight across her chest. It was also low cut enough that guys got a good view of her cleavage. Barry knew because she had bent over in front of his at the breakfast table enough time and he had seen the lacy bras she liked to wear underneath it. Her curly black hair hung around her shoulders, framing a face that was not pretty or ugly, but beautiful in a girl-next-door way. When she stood she had her legs braced apart, a sign of a powerful woman who liked to control situations. If you believed the body language experts.

At six feet three and curvy with it, Samantha Luduca had a fucking load of body language. Most of it dripped sex.

“Mmmmmm… you know guys, I wouldn’t have thought to have seen this before today. I bet you didn’t even consider how this would make me feel did you? When you were getting it on in here, IN MY HOUSE, how that would make me feel?”

They both looked away, embarrassed, unable to meet her crystal blue eyes. “All these DISGUSTINGLY DEPRAVED things you have been doing?”

Barry coughed and shifted nervously.

“WHEN MY BACK WAS TURNED!”

They both took a step back at the power of her voice.

“Look at me. LOOK AT ME!”

With difficulty they did.

“I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel NO REGRET. NO REMORSE AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!”

Fucking hell, thought Barry, I’m fucked. “I… mom…” But he did not feel any. He couldn’t lie to his mom. Never had been able to.

She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “OH, SO NONE, eh? Kneeling there with your dirty boyfriend’s long cock down your throat, letting him fuck your face, IN MY HOUSE and there is no remorse. WHAT IF YOUR SISTERS HAD SEEN YOU?”

They’re both little sluts and would probably enjoy it, thought Barry. They probably do it themselves with all those olgun escort guys they bring home.

He didn’t say it though.

He didn’t say anything.

“I think you need a special punishment for this Barry Andrew Luduca. One that fits the crime.” His mother strode to the bed, her long legs squeaking in the leather boots. She sat down, smoothing her skirt. “John, stay where you are. I want you to watch this and learn. Barry, come here.”

His mind flashed back to his childhood. He grimaced. He knew what was coming. At nineteen he was a little old for this though, surely?

“Take down your pants and lay across my lap!” Ordered his mother. We all know how mothers are. You can never really avoid behaving that tone they use. Barry couldn’t either and I don’t think we can blame him. He dropped his trousers and moved to lay down.

“AND YOUR BOXERS!” She screamed.

Tears joined the cum staining his face now. He was ashamed as he pulled down his tight white boxers. They fell to the floor too quickly and he was naked from the waist down. His cock had been hard but was now resting soft, curled up next to his nuts. It was a decent cock, fatter rather than long, about six inches when hard but as thick as a salt shaker. His balls were big though and hung down between his legs so full were they.

He lay down across his mother’s knees. He was surprised she could hold his weight still. As he presented his butt to her he sneaked out his tongue and licked some cum from his chin. May as well get something out of this. Could be the last cum he got for a while!

He heard a soft gasp for his mother and then the first slap rained down. It was followed by a third and fourth and fifth and sixth… She alternated between cheeks as she slapped his fat ass until it burned. Then, unaccountably, she stopped. When Barry was about to get up and run in shame he felt a soft motherly caress brush across his left cheek. “I hope that teaches you a lesson. Your pure, BEAUTIFUL bottom is all marked up now. I bet you the guys at school won’t want it any more. You won’t be able to offer it to them for at least a week. JUST THINK OF EVERYONE YOU’RE DISAPPOINTING!” She yelled angrily. Her digit came around to the top of his bum, where his cheeks came together with his tail bone. His mother didn’t stop there though. Did not even linger. She ran her finger downwards between his butt cheeks. He shivered at her touch. She was doing it with pressure, so that her forefinger slipped between his ass cheeks. The muscles parted for her. With no shame his mother worked down to his butt hole. Barry gasped loudly. Her fingertip was on his asshole! He was glad he had showered right after college now. At least he was clean!

“Oh goodness…” She whispered. “Barry… open your legs up.”

He stiffened. “What?”

“OPEN YOUR LEGS NOW!” She pushed on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. To his shame his mother was looking at his asshole! “My God, Barry, you mean to say…”

CHAPTER THREE

“…you’ve never been fucked up here?”

“No Mom.” He whispered. “I haven’t.”

“Oh Barry, you don’t know what you’re missing! Ass fucking is great! I can’t believe you modern teens haven’t figured that out yet!”

As she spoke Mrs Luduca was stroking his little asshole crinkle with her fingertip. He felt it shudder under her gentle ministrations. His mom gave an evil giggle – the worst laugh he had ever heard from her – and stopped stroking. He heard a wet schlock! and then her finger was back at his ass. It felt wet.

“Ohmygod!” Was all he could manage to say as his mother pushed her digit into him. She slid it slowly, carefully, right up his tight little rectum. For Barry, who had never had anythign up there before, this was a cross between heaven and hell. It felt good but painful. And Jesus, wasn’t this incest!?

“Mom, stop!” He cried out.

“NO.”

“But it’s wrong!”

“So’s blowing a guy!”

“It’s incest!”

“Who cares?”

Barry stopped protesting at this. Because he didn’t care. Especially not now. Her finger slipped from his clinging recess and she leant fowards. It was odd but… oh no… she was replacing her finger with her tongue! The wet oral digit probed and licked all around his bunghole until he could feel his ass cheeks were all wet. Just when he though it couldn’t get any better his mom pushed at his hole and slipped her tongue into his butt. Barry went wild, shivering all over his lap. His cock was between her legs now, and hard, and as he moved it banged off her thighs. She groaned and reached a hand under him, groping his dick meat. As she licked and sucked at his asshole she smacked his cock around with her hand. The pain kept him on the edge.

When Barry thought he couldn’t take any more his mother seemed to read his mind. She ran the hand that had been playing with his cock up between his legs and over his balls. şişli escort Backwards it went until she had it by her probing tongue. Sitting up she smacked her lips and then him. “Delicious butt hole you’ve got there, son! First class ass in taste and shape!” She giggled, pushing her finger back inside him. With all the spit lube it went easier this time. She fucked his asshole with it, back and forth, and then to his amazement and pain added another. When her knuckles were touching his ass she pulled them out and then pushed back in again. It was like she was using her fingers as a cock. She even twisted them as she worked so that his ass was opening out. After a bit the pain faded just leaving the sensation of the screwing. His little nerve endings were jangling with happiness.

“John, come over here!” Demanded the wanton mother. She seemed to be into her stride now. Controlling the situation. John, who had just stood and watched amazed until this point, joined them by the bed. Using her free hand Mrs Luduca pulled down the guy’s shorts and took a good hard look at his good hard cock. Despite himself John was as hard as ever, his shaft still slick with some of his jizz from before. How could he help it? Barry’s sexy mother was fucking her son’s little virginal ass with her fingers. Something that John had dreamt about doing himself but had never been brave enough to follow up on.The horny mother wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him up until he kneeled on the bed. With any ceremony she licked the cum from his dick and gave him a wink. “Mmmmm… you boys are both so good and tasty! I can see why Barry loves you, John. It’s like ice cream or maybe something more bitter!” Smacking her bee stung lips she jacked on the second teens cock in an amazingly close copy of her son from before. John hissed and groaned. He didn’t give a fuck as it wasn’t his mom!

Feeling the lad’s cock strengthen Mrs Luduca gave him a sexy look. “You’re ready, John.”

“Ready?” He asked.

“To fuck my son’s asshole.” She said, placing his thick cock head at the entrance to her son’s spit-slick hole.

“MOM!”

“SHUT UP!” She called, ramming a third finger into Barry’s butt hole. “AND DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”

John could only think of three things. One, fucking. Two, how good the wet ass of his friend looked. Three, how much he loved fucking ass. Some of the girls at college did it and he’d experienced it twice. That it was a boy this time didn’t matter to him. He loved boys, especially Barry.

He grinned and leaned down, kissing Mrs Luduca on the lips. He slipped his tongue into her willing mouth and tasted his friend there. Her tongue was like an electric eel in his mouth. “Yummy!” He said as he drew back. He could see that Mrs Luduca’s irises had dilated in passion. “I’m ready!” He laughed.

“Okay, one, two, THREE!” Mrs Luduca guided his cock into her son’s asshole, watching closely as she did so. The anal bung had been stretched by her fingers so much that he actually popped in quick easily. Taking hold of John’s hip with her hand she guided him in deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. Barry was screaming at this but then, at the moment his friend’s balls brushed his own larger ones, he quietened. What was he shouting for? It felt GOOD!

Barry knew what he had been missing now.

Mrs Luduca slapped John’s ass and giggled. “Okay, now, FUCK HIM JOHN!”

“Yeah, FUCK ME!” Barry called in unison.

John knew when to take an instruction. He began to fuck Barry’s ass like it was the best, tightest pussy in the whole world. Which it was. His whole nine inches were buried in the teens horny asshole, and Barry was shaking and pushing back at him and clawing the ground with his hands. John started slow, but then began to pick up the pace at the urging of Mrs Luduca.

The clinging rectum around his cock was driving John wild. He slammed into it with a wet schlock and pulled out only to drill in again. Mrs Luduca had them move around so that they were no longer using her knees but the bed as a support. John grabbed his friend’s hips and used them for leverage as the thirty something woman stood and moved away. They were both disappointed that she was gone but the amusement of the screwing kept them happy.

Mrs Luduca kept shouting encouragement as she began to shed her clothes. “Go on John, fuck my son’s ass! Do him real good, so he can’t sit down for days. Punish him for me!” First off came her blouse and bra, so that her big 38DD tits swung down. They had a bit of sag but not much, and any man with an eye for such things would be able to see they were enhanced. Her nipples were dark brown and widely spaced, appearing too small for the massive tit flesh. She then dropped her skirt, leaving her boots and fishnet stockings on. Removing her boring white panties she stretched happily and watched the two boys fucking next to the bed. They were facing away from her and so she got to enjoy the sight of John’s muscular ass as her really threw a fuck into her young virginal son. In Mrs Luduca’s book Barry had the better ass, being rounder and softer, but a lot of lovers would have said John had a great butt too.

As she watched she idly played with herself, pulling on her nipples with wet fingers before moving her hands down over her ribcage and belly and into her pubic bush. She had shaved that morning so it was a nice landing strip style affair.

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At the time, although it was a dangerous thing to do, I did it because I was really lonely, and because it was fun. Afterwards I often felt more lonely than before, or ended up hating myself, but I would get over it in a few days and find myself thinking about it, and then doing it again.

I first did it at my kid sister’s birthday party. A friend of hers was there, a girl I had never met, one of her classmates. My sister was sixteen, so this girl wasn’t much older, but she was really filled out in the chest, so that the buttons on her shirt were stretched. Her hair was jet black and waved around her shoulders the way it does in shampoo commercials. She had a pretty smile and a relaxed air about her. The party was boring as I listened to them all squeal and laugh and I ate my cake unobtrusively in the background; I was going out later, but when I saw this girl, and saw her see me, I thought about changing my plans.

We met in the kitchen: she helped me bring in the dirty plates and glasses from the living room while the others played with the new video game dance mat that my sister got as a present. We made some idle chitchat, but far more than any other interest between us was this sexual tension that I had never felt with another girl before. She brushed her chest against my arm as she reached for a glass and I froze.

She looked right in my face and did it again, harder. I smiled ever so slightly and then finished clearing the table. I went to the supply closet by the pantry, a walk-in space, and yanked the light on. She was right behind me, her hands encircling me and cupping my breasts. I turned and pulled her lips to mine and lost myself in a furious explosion of lust.

I popped some of her buttons opening her shirt. Her undershirt came up and her bra unclasped at the front and out popped two of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Round and supple with proud nipples, they filled my hands and hungry mouth. She was panting and tearing at my clothing, taking off my top and bra, fumbling at my jeans. I felt my pussy wet and swollen, sweltering with heat. With my jeans open her hand slid inside my underwear and down to my slit. She rubbed my clit and I almost came right away. I leaned back against the shelves as she went to her knees and put her head between my legs. Her tongue was experienced, her technique expert, lapping up my juices and tantalizing my clit until I came with a groan and fell down on my ass. She took off her own pants and put her cunt on my face while she continued to lick and finger me. She was shaved bare and her pussy was expectant and wide.

Without much thought I went to work on her, my first time to go down on a woman. I was gratified to feel her stiffen and respond with yelps of pleasure from between my thighs. I licked and sucked, slid in my fingers one at a time until half my hand was in her, slipping in her juices. She shuddered in orgasm, once, twice, and the third time we came together, sweating and gasping for breath. It was great.

We got dressed wordlessly, checking each other to see if we could hide what had happened. I checked outside the closet and the coast was clear. I went to the upstairs bathroom, she to the downstairs one. I got her a sewing kit and she fixed her shirt buttons really fast. She kissed me once and then went back to the party.

I never learned her name and I never saw her again.

It didn’t happen again for almost six months. As a junior in college, I was pretty busy and didn’t get out so much. But a guy in my psychology class invited me to a party and I went without too much expectation. The party was a standard affair and the guy was a flake, so I was leaving when I met this guy in the living room who didn’t even ask me to dance or offer me a drink, but just caught my elbow and pulled me over. He looked me right in the eye, deep and intent. He wasn’t drinking at all and what I remember most was just this animal intensity in his gaze. After a moment he said, “I thought you were somebody else. I apologize.”

“That’s okay,” I said. ” I kinda liked it.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I liked the look of him, and somehow things just came together in that moment. I tugged his arm in the direction of the bathroom, which was right there and miraculously empty at that moment. Without a pause he went in with me and we shut and locked the door. I was kissing him and he put his hands on me, gently, and then more insistently as I sucked on his tongue and ground my hip into his hardening crotch. He felt my hips and ass, then he rolled up my tank top and pushed up my bra. My nipples were painfully erect as he suckled at them. He scooped me up in his arms and put my ass on the counter where he could open my jeans and pull them down, panties and all.

Someone pounded on the door and he pounded back.

“Fuck off!” he said and then sank to his knees and sank his tongue in my cunt. His licking and slurping were enthusiastic, if not mind-blowing, but I was so lost in the strangeness of the moment that I didn’t mind his inexpertise. bakırköy escort After only a minute or so he came up with a thick hard-on jutting out of a mat of thick brown pubic hair.

“Stick it in me,” I said, and slid my ass right to the edge of the counter. He set the tip of his dick between my lips, slipping it around to get it lubed, and then he was in me and I groaned as he filled my swollen pussy. He thrust away, his balls slapped my ass, his lips on mine and spilling all over my jaw. I felt a hollow space inside me – my womb, I suppose – that longed to be filled, like an itch inside me. His dick reached right in and almost touched it, giving me a taste of pleasure, but inflaming me more. I needed his cock in me, all at once; I needed him to hit that spot, to fill me up. It was the first time I ever felt that, and I shouted with surprise and need.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me so I could grind that cock into me more and more and more. It got closer and closer and my voice leaked out of me, a wailing series of grunts that mixed with his panting and echoed in the white bathroom. Someone was pounding on the door, angry voices shouting. Then the tip of his cock grew bright hot inside me; he hissed and twitched like mad in my grasp; and that was all I needed to reach that space inside me. I came hard and I raked my fingers across his back. I bucked and screeched until we collapsed on the floor. My orgasm shivered around inside me, aftershocks and quivers traveling up through me. The longing from my womb subsided, replaced by a warm glow. We lay there disengaged, panting on the floor, his semen running out of my cunt and my juices shining on his dick.

The door opened. Somebody said, “Oh, yeah!” and the sounds of the party spilled into the room and broke our little bubble. I didn’t look up; I couldn’t. “Close the fucking door!” he shouted. After a moment it shut. I smiled at him and then put my mouth on his soiled penis. Our mingled juices came off on my tongue. I had tasted a guy’s come twice before and found it strange. I didn’t hate it, it didn’t gross me out, but it didn’t exactly taste good, either. Mixed with the bitter taste of my cunt juice, though, it tasted fine indeed. I put one finger in my pussy and brought it up to my mouth, heavy with come. I licked it. There was something amazing about the whole thing.

His dick was clean, getting soft, and he was starting to look anxious. I let him go and pulled my pants back on while he straightened himself out. “Thanks,” he said. He went to the door, waiting only to see that I got my shirt back on properly before he opened it.

“No problem,” I said, and he left. I walked out of the party and just walked around the neighborhood dazed, almost drugged, just thinking and not thinking. I realized I should be worried about disease, about my reputation, or something, but I wasn’t. It was the first time a guy had ever come in me; I was on the pill, but it was just something I got with my friend one time, as an extra precaution, and I had never thought about it. But I really like the feeling, walking after with the slickness inside me, slowly running out. I walked home and went into the bathroom. My panties were soaked with come and my pussy was still swollen with excitement. I masturbated in the bath and licked the come off my fingers, the radio playing to cover my moans from my roommate.

Now, there were a few times after this when I went to a party and ended up having sex with somebody there, but I didn’t start going to parties with the express intention of getting laid until after college and I was working at a publishing company in the city. I had a few relationships with guys, but none seemed to last very long. One of my boyfriends, a guy I let move in with me for a while, who I even thought about marrying, told me when he left that there was nothing there for him to relate to. He said I was empty inside. I didn’t believe him, because I am here and he was just blind to it. But I did feel like I was kind of apart from everyone else, just a little sideways from the reality that everyone was so engaged in. I was really lonely.

I went to a party in town at the convention center of a big hotel, a promotion by my company. It was fancy dress with lots of wine and a band, but none of the people I knew were going and I was all alone. I decided I would just go and get drunk and get laid. I dressed in a hot red one-piece with black stockings and high heels, which I normally loathe. I took one look at myself in the mirror before I went in and I thought, “slut.” I picked my way in, got a drink and tried to look interesting, but nothing happened. There were some attractive men there, but they were all taken or else unapproachable.

But I didn’t give up, I just started making a circuit of the ballroom and listening to people’s conversations. I figured that, like those other times, it would just happen; it didn’t matter with whom. And I met this guy, an author, a big barrel of a beşiktaş escort man with glasses and a great black beard. He talked to me for a while and was much nicer than he needed to be. I didn’t feel any chemistry between us until he took out a handkerchief and wiped at some crumbs that had gotten on my face. He touched me, and smiled; and I smiled at him, and it was there all of a sudden. I wanted him to fuck me, and then he wanted to fuck me. Before either of us could get uncomfortable about it, I said, “Come with me for a minute.”

Slight pause: “Okay, sure.”

There are a lot of places to fuck in these big hotels if you poke around some, and we found a darkened room with stacks of chairs and folded up tables. He pushed me in, then pulled me close and we kissed. His beard was warm and I liked the way it nestled our lips. I told him and he laughed. “You like that? Well, come on then.” His hands were large and thick; they cupped my tits and ass in great massaging handfuls. I slid my hands over his back and shoulders, over his chest and belly and down to his trousers. I unbuckled his belt and let down his pants to rub his cock through his silk boxers. It stiffened gradually and came out to be stout and hard: not so long, but thick.

I sank to my knees and pulled out his penis. I kissed around the head and up and down the shaft, licking and getting it juicy. When I put it in my mouth he groaned with almost a purr, something I’ve never heard anyone else do quite like that. Because he wasn’t so long I could get most of him in my mouth without gagging, and I really worked him over with long sucking strokes and short bobbing. He started hunching a little, trying to fuck my face, and I was getting very wet. I took my mouth off and said, “Let’s try the main course.”

He pulled up my dress and pulled down my underwear to reveal my garter-framed pussy, ready to go. I was actually a little taller than he which made it very easy for him to access me while standing. He pushed me back against the wall, held up my left leg and entered me. He grunted and thrust, and after we got a rhythm going we fit together very nicely. Endurance he had, and I came twice, small ones close together, with a third on the way when he said, “I’m getting close.”

“Come inside me, just don’t stop!” I managed.

“You sure?”

“Yes, do it!” The man flattened me against the wall with a sudden furious barrage of thrusts, grunting and cursing, sweat pouring off him as his warmth blossomed in me. I felt the heat of it and the surge shoot up against my cervix and that pushed me over the edge. I shouted out, then bit it off and jerked and squeezed at his cock. His breath hissed in his mouth as he finished with a series of short, stiff thrusts as he came down from his orgasm. He held onto me panting, his face in my bosom. My climax faded slowly and left me feeling like my legs were loose springs.

After a long moment he pulled out and wiped himself off with his handkerchief. He found his clothes and put them on. I took a gob of his sperm from my pussy with my middle finger and put it in my mouth. It melted there leaving a slight metallic aftertaste. I put my underwear back on.

“Thanks for making it an interesting party,” he said.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

“Me, too.” He went back to the party, leaving me there. I stood in the room for a few minutes, and then I cried a little and went home. I don’t know why I cried; not because of him, but maybe the sex just opened up some doors and let some stuff come out.

Now it sounds like this was some kind of therapy for me, and maybe it was, but it didn’t always go so well. Sometimes it was awful, or even scary. I kept telling myself to stop it, to be careful; I thought I was being careful at the time, but I can see now how stupid I was. I went to parties at least once a week, and usually I found someone for a quick fuck, and I never once used protection beyond the pill.

I did it with a lot of guys and a few girls. One guy tried to make me fuck his dog. After so much it is truly a miracle that I didn’t catch anything worse than a case of crabs (which itch like hell, let me tell you). I never learned the names of eighty percent of these people, and I never gave my real name (and I’m not going to start now). When it was good, like with the first few, it was mind-blowing, intense and even beautiful, something about how we came together out of chance and luck into a perfect experience.

One time I went to a party at some rich guy’s house, a real mansion out of town, like a movie set or something. There was nice music and good food, and everyone was nice; I thought I could find someone good this time.

As usual I drifted slowly around, listening, testing the waters, checking to see if anyone was going to draw me in. It happened that there was someone that I knew at the party, one of my bosses. That was the one thing that scared me: the possibility that someone would find out about what I was doing. And though I hadn’t beylikdüzü escort done anything up to that point, I saw him from across the room and my heart leapt into my throat. I ducked out of sight and then spied to see if he had noticed me. It appeared that I was in luck. He chatted and laughed and quaffed his wine. I never liked him, and now I was pissed off that he had ruined everything.

Stalking through the house I thought about leaving, but then suddenly I saw him coming towards me down the hall. He was talking with some woman, laughing and holding her arm suggestively, and he hadn’t seen me yet, so I ducked into a room and closed the door behind me. The room was a guest bedroom and it was occupied. A woman in a black dress was on the bed on all fours. A man was mounting her and holding her breasts from behind. The man looked up briefly upon my entrance, but he didn’t stop their congress.

“Someone’s come to watch,” he told her.

“Tell them we’re busy,” she said through her pleasure.

“Maybe they want to join us. Well, do you?” He stared at me intently, a wry smile beneath his thin mustache. I didn’t answer but I went over to the bed and sat beside them. The woman was very beautiful with long blonde hair tastefully done and expertly applied make-up. Her eyes were closed; she tilted and rotated hips gently to meet her man’s thrusts, hissing and moaning softly. Her dress came up the front, and looped up around her neck, leaving her back bare; he had pulled her large breasts out the sides and they swayed with each stroke. He pinched and twisted her nipples with alternate tenderness and ferocity.

“Do they?” she gasped. I brushed the side of her face with one hand and took over one of her tits with the other, cupping it firmly. “So they do. What do they look like?”

“It’s a girl.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Not bad. You’ll like her, my sweet.” He nodded to me, indicating that it was time to get in or get out. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Her moans echoed in my mouth as our tongues entwined together. He reached over and unzipped my dress and I slid out of it and down under her to suck on her tits. With my dress off I was naked except for my garters, stockings and panties. I licked and sucked her nipples one at a time for a few minutes; when I nibbled and bit and she yelped. She started going wild and he matched his pace to hers as she climaxed.

She collapsed next to me as she recovered, leaving me with his erect dick, sticky from her pussy. It was a fine thing, so I rolled over and took it in my mouth, beginning with long strokes to the back of my throat. She undid her own dress and got naked, and then started feeling my legs and ass; she peeled off my thong, which I always wore over my stockings for easy access. She rubbed my tummy, my ass, between my cheeks and through my bush. Her fingers played over my pussy lips, spreading them open and testing inside. Her tongue began on my asshole, her fingers on my clit: short and exciting movements that inflamed me. I forgot about everything else. I had a small orgasm when she stuck her finger in my virgin ass.

“Oh, she’s a tender one down here,” commented the woman, “let me loosen her up for you.”

We switched to a sixty-nine position with me on top. She licked at my cunt while working my ass with two and then three fingers. It felt so weird and good that I kept having these little pop orgasms, small rushes of ecstasy that went through me like firecrackers. While she did this, he was fucking my face and her pussy, alternating between the two with every few strokes. He stopped in my mouth for a while and grabbed my nipples. He gave me a cruel pinch that came just when another shiver of ecstasy hit, making me groan and gurgle around the dick in my mouth.

“How’s she doing back there?”

“Oh, she’s ready for a ride. Aren’t you, dear?” She gave my clit a lick. I nodded with a dick-muffled moan. He pulled out of my throat and went around behind me.

“Is this your first time to take the back door?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“See, darling,” she gloated, “I told you it was going to be a good party.”

He put his cock in my pussy, wet and swollen and pumped it two or three times; I cried out and fell on her. When I regained my position, he pulled out, freshly lubed and then fixed himself at my asshole. He pushed in slowly but inexorably, leaving me gasping. Sweat broke out all over my body as inch after inch of him penetrated my passage. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was intense beyond anything else. After what felt like an hour, he was in me to the hilt. My anus was so sensitive that I could feel every little movement, every pulse of blood in his cock.

Somebody opened the door to the room at that moment; I heard a woman’s voice gasp, and then a quickly mumbled apology. The door closed again after a minute of unknown people staring at us. My sweaty hair was in my face; no one could have recognized me; I wouldn’t have cared if they had, at that point. I was too intent on what was to come.

“Suck my cunt,” the woman commanded beneath me. I put my head down at once and obeyed. Her tongue went to work on my clit again and she dipped her fingers in my hole with one hand and caressed her lover’s balls with the other. He just waited, enjoying the contractions of my butt for a moment, and then he began to move.

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The cool crisp fall air penetrated her and sent shivers down her spine. She loved this time of year. The cool air, the crunchy leaves, and any reason to curl up in front of the fireplace. Too bad nights were spent alone.

The dog ran to the edge of its leash pulling Reina along. The park was the perfect place to mentally get away from it all. As she daydreamed longingly about having a man to caress her on these cold nights, there was someone staring at her from across the park. His steel blue eyes were locked on her, wanting her to pay attention. But as always, she seemed just out of his reach.

Since they were children, he had always looked at her longingly, but she was always too busy to notice. She would date his friends, but chat with him as if he was her older brother. She would ask his advice about other guys, but never give him the time of day. She had always seemed just a little out of reach. Out of his league.

He walked across the park, eyes fixed on her like a predator stalking his prey. When he finally got close to her, he had trouble finding his voice and barely whispered her name.

“Reina?”

She spun around not knowing who was close enough to say her name so softly and still be heard. The leaves crunched under foot, and her body tensed. He noticed her breasts heaving under the tight cranberry colored sweater.

“Mike!” She was surprised to see him after all these years.

She threw her arms around him in an embrace that surprised them both. Her chest pressed close to his, and his strong rugged body holding on to her as if he never wanted to let go. A gust of wind sent shivers down her spine, and she curled up to Mike even more.

As if finally realizing what was happening, Reina began to pull away, but Mike held on to her waist, not wanting the embrace to be over quite so soon.

“It feels like it has been a lifetime since I last saw you,” she said while realizing just how cold it was getting outside. “What has it been? Ten years?” She shivered as a gust of wind nearly blew her back into Mike’s arms.

“That sounds about right. You look good Reina.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her heaving breasts. The cold wind made them even more pronounced than before. “We really ought to sit down over a couple of beers and catch up.” Mike wanted to kick himself. Get together over beers? Was he setting himself up to be the best friend again when he finally got the nerve to even say hello.

She smiled at him, and looked at Mike as if it was for the first time. His charming smile and dimple in his left cheek were still there from their youth, but that is where the Mike she knew ended. This man had grown up. His dark hair speckled with grey made him look sexier than she could have ever imagined. She also noticed that those arms that had just held her so close were quite muscular, as was the rest of his physique. She bit her lower lip as she looked him over. He truly was one of the beautiful people and grew up so nicely.

“A beer would be nice,” she said breaking the almost uncomfortable silence, “but I need to stop home to let the dog in. Want to go for the walk with me?”

He hadn’t even noticed the leash in her hand, and the rather large dog that was stalking him from the end of it, deciding if he was friend or foe.

“Let’s walk, and then we can take some time to catch up.”

They went on their way chatting about mundane things in life as they headed to her home. Such polite and coy conversation she thought, but didn’t know what else to expect. Maybe this is why they were only ever friends, too much being polite to get in the way.

Mike couldn’t believe that he was finally spending quality time with Reina. She was so out of his league back in high school that he had longed to be with her, but knew it could never happen. Now all these years later, their lives had managed to bring them both to the park on this late October afternoon.

As they stepped up on to the porch, Reina nervously played with her keys.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so please don’t pay any attention to the house,” she laughed. “I live alone these days, so who knows what you are going to see lying out and about.”

He smiled, “No worries.” Was it his imagination or did she seem a little nervous around him? How odd. Reina was always so confident and beautiful that he couldn’t imagine her being nervous about anything.

Just as she turned the key in the lock, her long black hair was blown free of its small silver clip and fell to her shoulders. Mike let out a low whistle, and Reina blushed. She looked incredible. Her hair falling in dark waves around her shoulders, the tight sweater and jeans accenting her every curve, and those long legs that seemed to go on forever. He knew she had always been beautiful, but now she was no longer that hot teenager, but rather a ravishing woman.

They walked into the small dimly lit entrance of her home. The lingering smell of incense hung in the air. She put the dog in istanbul escort the back room, just to be safe, and began turning lights on as she walked through the house. She was giving the place a quick look over to make sure there was nothing too embarrassing laying about.

“I am so cold from being outside, I want to warm up first before we get going. You don’t mind do you?” she gave him that pouty look that said she always gets her way.

“What if instead of going out, we catch up here? I could go pick up a pizza if you are interested?” and then he quickly added, “Because here we could actually talk and catch up.”

She smiled at the thought of getting to stay home for the evening. As she bit her lower lip she replied, “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Do you want to start a fire while I go get changed?”

She pointed at the fire place and smiled, and without saying a word he went over and got to work. He heard her walk into the back of the house, her bedroom, he guessed. The fire lit right away, and he couldn’t help but wonder around a little bit checking things out.

Reina attempted to make a mad dash from her bedroom to the laundry room to grab a sweatshirt, when she realized Mike was standing right there in front of her. She couldn’t decide what to do, so she kind of stood there dumfounded her black yoga pants and crimson bra.

“You caught me off guard,” she muttered looking down. “I was trying to get a sweatshirt from over there…” Reina’s voice trailed off. She was so nervous to be caught half naked. Mike couldn’t help but stare, which made Reina even more self-conscious.

Without even thinking he took a step closer to her, half expecting her to back away. She stood perfectly still. He reached up to brush her dark hair out of her eyes, and lift her chin so that she was once again looking at him.

“I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable,” he stroked her cheek with the side of his index finger. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on the side of her neck when he spoke. She didn’t know what to think or feel. There was something so familiar about Mike, so comfortable, yet so unknown.

“This isn’t how this was supposed to play out,” she blushed. He backed away feeling rejected, just like he did all those years ago, always a friend he thought. Realizing the sudden change in Mike’s demeanor, she quickly added, “I always figured if you had caught me half naked you would just kiss me and not say a word.”

Realizing that he had misread her, he stepped closer again, this time her breasts pressed tight against him, he tilted her chin up, locked his eyes on her’s and leaned down to kiss her.

His soft lips barely grazed against her own when she brought her hand up to the side of his face, and knotted her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss washed over them both. Starting out so soft and familiar, and then building into a heated passion that neither had expected.

As Mike continued to kiss her, he ran his hands down over her mostly bare back. His rugged hands gently exploring the curves of her body until they came to rest on top of the waist of her pants.

When the kiss stopped, she looked down and bit her bottom lip again. She couldn’t believe that she had finally kissed Mike. She wanted more.

“Let’s get those beers and go enjoy the fire,” she said taking his hand and walking towards the kitchen.

She grabbed two amber bottles from the fridge, and opened them before walking into the living room. He was standing near the fireplace looking at a bunch of photos. Noticing where his eyes were going, she quickly reached for a particular frame, but Mike grabbed it just before she could.

“I can’t believe you still have this!” Mike said holding the photo looking into the face of his 15 year old self next to a 13 year old Reina. Her mom had taken that photo the summer before his sophomore year at the lake, and now all these years later, she kept the photo, not in hiding, but on her mantle in the living room.

A wave of nervousness came over Reina. She took the photo from him, handed him his beer, and collapsed onto the couch. She patted the cushion next to her encouraging Mike to join her. She realized she suddenly felt exposed, having forgotten to grab the sweatshirt, so she reached for a blanket to wrap herself in.

“Why do you still have that photo?” Mike teased.

Reina could feel herself blush. “You want to know the truth?”

“No secrets, remember.”

“I kept the photo all these years because you were the one that got away.” Mike couldn’t believe his ears. He was the one that got away? He didn’t even realize he stood a chance with Reina before tonight. “For years you were my best friend, but you always gave me advice about other guys, and you talked to me like I was your kid sister. I had always wanted you to ask me out, but I figured it was against some sort of guy code.” Mike was speechless. avcılar escort “So I kept the photo to remind myself that I wouldn’t be happy until I found someone like you. Sweet and caring, that I could talk to openly, and be my complete honest self.”

Not knowing what to say, Mike simply said, “Wow.”

Reina downed half of her beer for now she was in need of some courage. “And after all this time, you then show up here tonight, and I finally get to kiss you and I realize that I’ve been looking in the wrong place. I didn’t want someone like you. I wanted…” she paused, needing a little more courage, took another swig of her beer, “you.”

Her heart was now pounding. She had put it all out there on the line and had anticipated a nice pat on the head, and maybe one last kiss before Mike left wishing he had never approached her in the park.

“I guess it’s my turn to say something, huh?”

Reina nodded at him without even looking up.

Mike reached out for her hand, “I thought you were out of my league.”

Reina couldn’t believe her ears. She looked up at him bewildered.

“I have been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you back in high school. I have always wanted you, but figured you were too popular, and you were having so much fun dating that who was I to get in your way. I had figured that if you had wanted me then I would have known…I wish I had known.”

Reina sat there, barely moving, unable to say a word now that Mike had open up to her. Their eyes met and Reina shifted on the couch, the blanket once again exposing her bare shoulder. Mike reached forward, and ran his finger down the side of her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine.

The fire popped, and the noise broke the tension that was starting to build. Neither of them knew where this was heading, but they knew that it was long over due.

Reina cast off the blanket and put her beer on the table. She suddenly didn’t need the extra courage. She stood up, and as if commanded Mike stood in front of her. Without speaking a word, she leaned forward and kissed him hard. More than ten years of yearning filled that kiss. Unspoken rules slipped away, and the ten years that they hadn’t seen each other melted away in the warm glow of the fire.

Mike loved the way Reina felt in his arms. She was every bit the woman that he had hoped for. His hands were assessing every inch of her body, when he reached her back and unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor.

Reina pulled away for a moment, and Mike started to wonder if he had gone too far to fast. She reached for the lamp and turned out the lights in the living room so the only light that danced across them was the glow from the fireplace.

Mike stared at her heaving breasts as the light of the fire danced across them. Her nipples erect ready for the taking. He leaned forward to take her right nipple into his mouth and as his tongue flicked the tip, a shallow moan escaped her lips. As Mike kneaded her breasts, and continued to lick and kiss her nipples, she began to unbutton his shirt.

The strong rugged physique that she had felt earlier was now before her. He was more man than she had remembered. She ran her nails over his smooth yet muscular chest and stomach, his body still tan from the summer sun. She couldn’t help herself. He smiled at her, and she melted. This was how she had envisioned it, soft and sensuous.

She felt a yearning that she hadn’t known before. She wanted to feel him pressed against her. Their bodies becoming one, but her nervousness started to creep back in, as did her upbringing.

“Mike, I want you,” she stated boldly, “but, I’ve never…”

She didn’t know what she wanted to say, so before she could say anything at all, she began to kiss him again. He was in love with this woman. Her shyness made her that much more beautiful. The fact that she was willing to give herself to him, made him feel all the more powerful.

Mike tossed the blanket onto the floor in front of the fire place, and gently laid Reina down on it. Her body was aching for him in ways she didn’t even know possible. Mike took his shirt the rest of the way off and then leaned over her and began kissing her from her head to her toes. The sensation of his kisses sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her body calling out for him.

Reina reached forward and grabbed the front of Mike’s jeans. She undid the brown leather belt and top button. She began to push the waist of the jeans over his hips and made sure to take his boxers off with them.

Mike didn’t want to ruin the moment by going too fast, so he stopped her before she had fully exposed his throbbing cock. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered in her ear.

Without replying, Reina stared him in his steel blue eyes, pushed his jeans the rest of the way down, and began to stroke his shaft. She liked feeling him stiffen even more under her control. The head şirinevler escort began to glisten with a drop of cum, so she leaned forward and in a quick flick, licked it off. Mike let a moan escape his lips, much to her delight.

She continued to stroke his throbbing cock, and then leaned down and took him into her mouth. She sucked on him and she slid her lips up and down his shaft, every so often flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue just to watch him squirm. Mike tightened his fingers in her hair, and began to pull her deeper onto his cock. She loved that he was taking control of her. She was enjoying every reaction as he thrust his pulsing shaft in and out of her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head, and then gulped hard as he began to release. His body writhed in pleasure, and with each thrust of his hips, he came a little bit more. She sucked every last glistening drop off of him before he released the back of her head.

Mike leaned forward and began kissing her again. More passionately this time. He couldn’t believe that she had sucked him so hard, and now he needed to repay the favor.

Mike’s jeans were only half off, so he pulled them the rest of the way to the floor. Reina leaned back on her elbows, her shoulders just off the blanket. Mike leaned forward and began to pull her pants off with his teeth. He seemed wild now, and she liked it.

Once she was laying there completely nude, her creamy skin illuminated by the orange flames, she felt so completely calm that a smile crept over her face.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

Mike grabbed her breasts, and began stroking them, “Of course.” “I want you to know how bad I want you. Not just to make me cum, but I want to feel you cum with me,” Reina said breathily as Mike tantalized her even more.

He had fantasized about Reina for years, and now was his chance.

“The first time we actually get together and we end up making love. A guy could get used to this.”

He began to kiss her all over, and ran his tongue from her neck down to her inner thigh. He was kissing her, and teasing her, coming so close to her clit without actually touching it. When she didn’t think she could take another moment of this torture, he began to rub her swollen clit with his thumb while slipping another finger into her wet pussy. She felt her body tense up as the initial waves of pleasure began to build.

While sucking on her clit, hee thrust another finger into her. She couldn’t believe how good he was making her feel. He stopped rubbing her clit, and she reached down to help out. Licking her fingers to make sure everything was well lubricated, and then rubbing small circles around and on her clit. She was almost to the edge of orgasm, when Mike pulled his fingers out of her. He licked them off and then held them at her lips for a taste. She ran her tongue over his fingers, and sucked on them the same way she had sucked on his cock a moment ago. The sensation made Mike even more aroused.

Reina sat up, and pushed Mike to the floor. He was pretty close to flat on his back, and she was standing over him. She straddled his waist, and lowered to her knees. She grabbed his cock, which seemed even harder and larger than before, and directed it towards her wet pussy.

She decided to tease him a bit too, and just barely let him in, before stopping. Then in just a little more, and stop. Mike started to moan in ecstasy and Reina knew she was doing something right. That’s when Mike decided he couldn’t take it any more. He had to have her right here, right now. He grabbed her hips, pulled her down onto his throbbing cock, and let out a scream of pleasure.

He liked the way she felt, all wet, sliding up and down on his shaft. Her pussy tightening around him as she got closer to orgasm. Reina tossed her head back, her long dark hair cascading over her bare body. Wave after wave of passion washed over her. Mike loved watching her cum. He gently touched her clit & watched her squirm some more. As she continued to ride him, he took turns playing with her breasts and her clit, both driving her over the edge.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he asked breathlessly.

Reina couldn’t find her voice so she just nodded and grabbed ahold of him. She pulled him into a sitting position so that their legs and arms were now wrapped around each other. She continued to roll her hips and thrust down on his cock, and now he filled her up even more.

“Kiss me!” she demanded.

The kiss was incredible. He worked his way from her mouth down to her breasts. Rubbing and massaging her nipples the whole time. The stimulation was overwhelming.

“I’m going to cum,” Mike moaned. Reina smiled. She had already cum once and was getting close again herself.

She decided to help things along, and while she continued to ride him, she rubbed her clit bringing her closer and closer to passions edge. Mike grabbed her ass, and was holding on to her as he thrust harder into her. Both of them were completely engulfed in the passion that they were feeling.

As her own body began to tense and spasm from the intensity of orgasm, she felt Mike cumming too. He was grunting and moaning every bit as much as she was, and she felt the warmth of his load fill her up inside in a series of waves.

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We sat in the nude at Todd’s patio table and ate the pizza we’d ordered. We thought about having Kari flash the pizza delivery guy but decided that we didn’t want to create a reputation for Todd’s address. It turned out that having Kari flash the delivery guy would have been lost on the delivery GIRL that showed up. She was cute and if my wife had been into threesomes, the pizza delivery girl would have been a good candidate. (But I digress.)

The sun had become an orange ball burying itself in the horizon. The air began to cool as the rotation of the earth hid us from the heat of the sun. We sat and talked about the plans we had for the summer. Because we were both teachers, the summer held many possibilities. The only restriction we had was also a result of being teachers—money, or the lack thereof.

We talked about going to see her aunt in Florida. We talked about a possible trip to see relatives up north. We’d finished the pizza and had been talking for about 20 minutes, when Kari asked about the sauna.

“Wanna go try the sauna?” she asked. “I’m dying to try it.”

“Ok, let’s try it—I’ve thought about building one of these at the house. If we like it, maybe I will.”

We walked into the sauna and inhaled the strong scent of cedar. Kari sat down on the bench and lay back, putting her feet up on the bench. My sexy wife watched me as I set the temperature and turned on the heater. When I turned to take my seat, I stood there looking at my wife reclined on the cedar bench. Her natural breasts falling off her chest slightly, her nipples smoothed down flush with the aureoles. Her belly flat and her pubes trimmed to a landing strip just above her cleft.

Even though I’d cum hard twice in the last four hours, watching my sexy wife lying there caused my blood to flow to my manhood in appreciation of her fuckability. She patted the bench beside her below the one she was on and smiled an invitation to sit down by her. The small room with the walls and benches made of the fragrant wood, heated rapidly and soon we were both covered with a sheen of sweat.

I sat with my back against her left hip and Kari stroked my chest absent-mindedly. The dry heat felt good and we stayed there for about 20 minutes before needing to cool down. I stood up and turned around, holding her hand as she descended to the floor. Standing close to me, I saw her boobs slick with sweat and bent to give them a little kiss and each nipple a flick of the tongue. She chuckled and smiled, and we left the halkalı escort sauna for the pool.

I dove in, not wanting to go through the agony of the slow torturous shivering entrance. The pool felt much cooler after our time in the sauna. Kari stepped into the water and goosebumps puckered her skin all over her body. Her two most prominent goosebumps drew her aureoles down to the size of quarters. I laughed and said,

“Why don’t you just jump in and get it over with? Your body will adjust more quickly and you won’t have to endure the shivering.”

“I just can’t,” she said with a pout.

“Ok, suit yourself.”

I swam to the deep end, again reveling in the feel of the water on my naked body as it swirled around me caressing parts normally covered by my swimsuit. I dove to the bottom and swam under water from one side to the other and back. I imagined myself as a pearl diver going to the bottom to find my fortune. Dusk had fallen and the pool light cast rippling light reflected and bent by the waves at the surface. I surfaced and turned right into Kari who was now floating on her back with one of those noodle toys under her shoulders.

I dove beneath her and surfaced again between her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to me. She wrapped her legs around my middle and I moved my hands to her ass and held her up as I walked around the pool. With her arms spread along the length of the noodle, her tits were given plenty of room to float at the surface bobbing around as the waves washed over them.

Her goosebumps had subsided and her nipples had returned to normal. I slid one hand up over her backside, up her side to her luscious tits. Lighter than the water, they floated being rocked by the waves. I squeezed first one then the other, rolling the nipples lightly between my fingers. My cock was responding to my wife’s hot ass in such close proximity. Partially erect, it nestled between her ass cheeks, and the differences in temperature between Kari’s hot ass above, and the cool water on beneath my cock felt incredible.

I wondered if it would feel as good to her. So I knelt down with the water up to my neck and drew her legs up and rested them on my shoulders as I faced her tight pussy. Eating pussy is my second favorite thing to do in the world and doing it in the water was going to be fun. I pointed my tongue and stuck it out as far as possible, running the tip from the bottom of her taksim escort cleft, which was under water, to her clit just above the water. My dick hardened.

I moved my hands to her ass and she did the splits “Chinese style” in front of my face. I pointed my tongue and extended it to tongue-fuck her hole. She sighed and it lengthened into a moan as I pressed my mouth against her pussy, spearing her with my tongue. She appeared to be enjoying my attentions and I strengthened the assault by slowly inserting the middle finger of my right hand into her ass to the first knuckle. She grunted but didn’t complain as I slid it out and back in a few times slowly burying it all the way into her dark tunnel.

Meanwhile, my tongue was making a contrast with the cooler water on her clit. I’d suck it in then lift off to allow the water to wash over it. I could see her pussy lips extended pink and puffy just below the surface of the water and my cock took over my mind. I stood back up with Kari’s heels resting on my shoulders and plunged my rigid tool into her waiting box.

“Ohh, that feels good. Fuck me, baby. I love the feel of your hot cock in my pussy” she said.

The water and her pussy did the contrast in temperature thing again as I fucked her weightless body in the pool. I slowly pulled out until just the head of my cock was inside her, then quickly rammed it back into her balls deep. She grunted or moaned with each deep penetration. My cock was as hard as I ever remember it being. The pool light backlighted my wife’s naked body and created a silhouette of our joining. There was still enough light to see her tits rocking back and forth floating above her chest. I slid in and out of her easily for several minutes just enjoying the sensations of the water and her warm body.

Kari laid in the water supported by the noodle with her head back and a steady moan of pleasure emanating from her throat. My balls began to tighten and my climax was imminent. I wanted to put it off as long as possible so I slid out of that gorgeous shaved pussy and down into the water with her knees resting on my shoulders again and my mouth on her cunt. Kari moaned for a bit when I came out of her but responded positively when my tongue made contact with her clit.

By now the sun had completely set and the breeze had picked up a bit. The hot afternoon and warm dusk gave way to a cooler, breezy evening. Kari began to get goosebumps above the water and we both were şişli escort starting to get a bit wrinkled. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the steps and ran with her back to the sauna.

When we’d shut the door, we stood holding our naked bodies to each other still dripping from the pool. She trying to get warm, me wanting to feel her tits bare against my chest and to feel my cock nestled between her legs rubbing against her wet pussy lips. As the water began to evaporate and Kari began to warm, we began to kiss, first gently, then more urgently as if we were building to the grand finale of the fireworks show.

I backed her into the low bench and as she sat down, I knelt between her legs and kissed my way down her neck nibbling and sucking as I went. When I got to the top of her chest, my hands slid up her rib cage to cup her gorgeous tits, one lovely orb in each hand. I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it while gently pinching the tip in my teeth. Kari moaned and gripping my head with both hands moved my mouth to her other breast for me to give it equal attention.

Her legs were spreading and relaxing—she was squirming in pleasure. I brought my hand down to her smooth pussy and softly rubbed her lips as I continued to pleasure her breasts with my mouth. Her legs shot wide and her hands on my head pushed me down as she wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me into her hot moist center. I ate her. I nibbled her outer lips, pulled her inner lips gently with my teeth and licked her slit from bottom to top. I flicked my tongue side-to-side on her clit and her back arched as her climax approached.

Her hands came off the sides of my head to grasp both breasts and pinch her nipples. I started stroking my cock to get it ready to plunge into her spasming cunt. My other hand was rubbing her perineum and anus. Her legs began to shake and her stomach muscles were pulsing. I raised up and stuffed my rampant cock into her pussy in one go as she squirted again all over my crotch. I hammered in and out of her soaking cunt quickly building to the point of no return. My dick was tingling as Kari said,

“Cum on me, let me see your hot cum”

Her words in my ears pushed me over the edge. I just barely got my dick out of her pussy as the first shot of sticky cum arched over her pussy to land on her sweaty belly. It felt like my insides were being forced through my dick as I stroked my dick coaxing out three more jets of the white sticky fluid. My cum coated her mound and pooled in her belly button. We were both sweating from the exertion of the sex and the heat of the sauna. I looked at my wife’s face and slid my spent cock back in her as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I love you, sweetie.”

We cleaned up and drove home holding hands, smiling the whole way.

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When I awoke Barbara returning to the bed. She rolled over facing me. I looked up at her as she looked down smiling at me.

“How are you this morning?’ she asked.

“I am great, waking up to a sexy naked woman in my bed,” I smiled.

She moved closer pushing her belly and tits against me. Putting her arm over me she pulled me in and kissed me.

“Thank you, I needed last night. I have never done anything like that. But damn, it felt so nice.”

“Very glad I ran into you and that you stayed the night.”

Holding her like this was making my cock stir. I pulled her as close to me as we could get. Soon my hard cock was pressing against her.

Reaching down and grabbing my cock she said, “Oh something is awake this morning. Do we have time to play a little?”

I smiled and squeezed one of her tits, “I will make the time.”

Squeezing my cock she smiled, “Let me take care of this for you.”

Barbara slid down my body until her mouth hovered over the head of my cock. She spread my leg apart and got in between my legs. Grabbing her tits she squeezed them around my cock and began to tit fuck me. On the downstroke she would lick the head of my cock. Massaging her tits as she did this caused them to leak over my cock and run down to my ass. After a couple of minutes she sat up stroking my cock as she looked into my eyes.

“I love sucking cock. Still doing it for hubby, then I go off and masturbate.”

“When did you start sucking cock?”

“In high school. Started with dates just jacking them off. Then I moved to sucking and jerking. Finally moved up to sucking them off with no hands. Kept them from always trying to fuck me. I got really good at it” she said, still stroking my cock.

Then smiling at me she raised my cock to her mouth and took me in her mouth. Still looking at me she slid her mouth down my cock until her nose was pressed against my pelvis and my cock was lodged in her throat. I could feel her throat massaging the head of my cock. She wasn’t kidding, she was really good at this.

Soon she began to move her head up and down my cock, her face fucking my cock. One of her hands grasped my balls and she began to massage them as she continued her oral assault on my cock. I could just moan as she worked my cock. After a couple of more minutes of this her work began having the desired effect and I could feel my cum starting to boil up.

Touching her head I halkalı escort asked if she wanted it in her mouth. She answered by starting to fuck me faster with her mouth. Her hand slipped from my balls to press against my asshole. Oh god yes, she was going to finger my asshole. I was getting close and began to hump her mouth. Just as I was getting ready to unload in her mouth, she pushed her finger into my ass.

“AHH god yes,” was all that came out of my mouth as my cock erupted into her mouth.

With her finger massaging my prostate, I continued to pump cum into her mouth, the second shot going straight down her throat and then she pulled back to catch the rest in her mouth. Finally my cock quit pulsing in her mouth, she sucked the head drawing the rest from my cock, sat up, opened her mouth showing me the cum and then swallowed it with a flourish as she pulled her finger from my ass.

I laid there drained. Barbara slid beside me holding her body next to mine.

Finally finding my voice, “That was amazing.”

“You did not mind me playing with your ass? Most guys I have done that to love it.”

“Not at all. That is not the first time someone has done that to me. I always cum so hard with something in my ass.”

“Hmmmmm, glad you liked it,” she smiled.

“‘Can I do something for you this morning?”, I asked.

“No, I need to get going, I have some things I need to pull together for a meeting this morning. Dinner tonight?”

“Sorry, I have a client dinner. Should be done by 9 or so. Can I call you when I get back?”

“Yes please. I would really like to spend some more time with you.”

“I will call you as soon as I get back.”

“Ok, I gotta go.”

She leaned over and kissed me. Teasing me she rolled across me to get off the bed, found her clothes, threw them on and after kissing my cock and me goodbye, went out the door.

It was a really long day thinking about her naked, pregnant body. Kept getting a hardon thinking about her. Dinner was even worse, I thought it would never end. Had to excuse myself when they wanted to go out after dinner – told them I had work I needed to get done.

I got back up to my room a little before 9 and called Barbara. No answer, left her a voicemail. Hoping she had not had second thoughts, I changed my clothes, ditching my suit and putting gym shorts taksim escort on. Had just settled into watching television when there was a knock on the door about 9:15. Looking through the peephole, I could see Barbara there looking around.

Opening the door to let her in she quickly stepped through. I closed the door behind her. Turning to her she stepped up and hugged me.

“Just hold me for a minute,” she said.

“Ok.”

I stood there holding her pregnant body next to mine. After about a minute she stepped back from the hug.

“Sorry I didn’t answer the phone, I was talking to my husband.”

“I understand, no problem. Are you okay?”

“Yes, it was just that I have not done anything like this since we got married. It just felt so good to be held and to have a cock in me. I wish he would understand that, but I guess he doesn’t.”

I looked into her eyes, “I understand whatever you need to do.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Reaching up to the front of her dress, she began to unbutton it. Slipping it off of her shoulders, she let it slip to the ground, revealing she was completely naked underneath. She stood there looking at me.

“You sure?”, I asked.

She nodded her head yes and stepped to me, grabbing my shorts and pulling them off of me. We were both naked now and she pulled me into her body as I held her next to me. Feeling her naked body was having the usual effect on my cock. Barbara stepped back and took me by the hand. Leading us to the bed she sat down on the edge and reached up to grab my cock. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth, purring as she did. Like she had done in the morning, she had my entire cock in her mouth and into her throat. Moving back and forth allowed her to take a breath then deep throat me again.

Barbara pulled back, my cock sliding out of her mouth, spit hanging from it and her lips.

“As good as that tastes, I need your cock in me.”

“Well he definitely likes to be in you. How do you want to try it?”

“Doggy, I want you behind me,” she said as she slid up on the bed.

I moved onto the bed next to her. Taking her tits in my hands I began to alternate sucking them as I squeezed them both.

“HMMMMMMMMMM,” she said as she pulled my head to her tits.

Soon her tits were leaking and running across the top of her belly and down her tits. Releasing her tits, I kissed my way şişli escort down her belly to her pussy. She had trimmed her bush since last night. Kissing around her pussy I licked and sucked her as she rolled onto her back. Barbara was moaning as I worked her pussy with my tongue, her hands running over her belly and tits. Her pussy was very wet and open.

Reaching down she pulled my head up, “Get behind me.”

I moved out of her way as she rolled over and with some effort pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Her head was down on the pillows and her ass sticking up in the air. I moved in behind her burying my face in her pussy lapping up her juices. Barbara was moaning and pushing back against my face as my tongue explored her.

From the pillows came the muffled sound of her voice, “I want you in me!”

Pulling my face away from her delicious pussy I got on my knees and moved in behind her. Holding my cock, I rubbed it up and down her very juicy pussy. She was pushing back trying to get my cock in her. Lining my cock up, I entered her balls deep in one push. Barbara gasped as I fully entered her and she pushed back against me. Grasping her hips I began to slowly fuck her watching my cock slide in and out of her wet, freshly trimmed pussy. Her ass crack was slick with her juices.

I felt Barbara reach underneath and move her fingers to the front of her pussy, rubbing it and my cock as it moved in her pussy. She was rubbing her clit harder and harder and I could hear her breath start to shorten. Her excitement, rubbing my cock and her clit, the heat of her pussy were all having an effect on my cock. I could feel the cum building up in my cock. Running my hand down the crack of her ass, I pressed my thumb against her asshole. Getting ready to cum, I began to fuck her faster. As I did so I pushed my thumb into her ass causing her body to jerk and for her to audibly gasp.

“OH GOD YES,” she said as her body stiffened and her orgasm shot through her.

Barbara’s pussy clamped down on my cock as I pushed as deep into her as I could, my cock exploding cum deep in her pussy. I pumped her full as my thumb worked her ass. She was panting and pushing back against me as hard as she could.

The waves of her orgasm started to subside and she collapsed onto the bed. Not wanting to squish her I rolled off to the side. Getting off of her stomach, she rolled onto her side facing me. We were both still catching our breath as we laid there.

Barbara looked at me, “That was amazing, never had anyone stick a finger in my ass fucking me like that.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, was not sure if anal was your thing or not.”

She just smiled a wicked little smile. We then drifted off into a post orgasm sleep holding each other.

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I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process.

* * *

It broke my heart when I had to tell Sharon that I would not be able to meet her in Chicago at our 30th class reunion. Despite months of planning and a new motivation, my work schedule just would not allow me to travel that weekend. So when I pulled into the parking garage on Friday morning I was feeling sad, bitter and even a bit resentful.I should be at the airport, not the office,I thought. I did not know how I would get through that day.

As the morning dragged on, my thoughts continued to wander 1400 miles to the North. I never expected to feel the way I did. But on that morning there was nowhere I would have rather been than on an airplane flying to Chicago to meet a woman I had not seen in over 30 years.

By 11:00 am I had accomplished very little on my project, making the point of staying home to work even more incomprehensible to me. I was brought back to reality by the chiming of my telephone. The receptionist advised that my 11:00 appointment had just arrived.Funny,I thought,I have no appointments today.I looked back at my calendar, and to my surprise it said 11:00 am, Charlotte North, initial consultation, re: divorce. I did not know when that was added; my calendar had been cleared for weeks as I did not plan to be in the office that weekend. I asked the receptionist to show Mrs. North to the conference room, and to give her the standard new client information forms to fill out.

Five minutes later the telephone chimed again. The receptionist advised that Mrs. North was getting impatient, and wanted me to know that she did not drive over here just to fill out paperwork. I saved the file I was trying to work on, and went to the conference room.

My second surprise of the day was more of a shock, actually. Sitting in the conference room was a middle aged woman with a mane of wildly thick auburn hair, wearing a skirted navy business suit and a cream-colored sheer silk tank top under her jacket. She looked a little frazzled, her hair and make up were a mess, but I knew immediately that sitting in my conference room was Sharon! She appeared exactly as her photographs promised: approximately five and one-half feet tall, around 150 lbs, and very pretty. My heart nearly burst out of my chest as I saw her in person.

“Mrs. North?” I asked.

“Mr. Velasquez?” she responded.

I quickly gathered my composure, closed the conference room door, and sat in a padded leather chair across the from “Mrs. North.” I took out a legal pad and pretended to take notes as I looked across the table at her.

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

“I mean, I am so happy to see you, but how did you get here? What are you doing here? When did you get here?”

“When you told me that you could not go to the reunion, I decided I really did not want to go either. The only reason I was going was to see you. The only reason. I decided that if you wouldn’t meet me there, then I would meet you here. So I drove down here from North Carolina.”

“Baby, that is incredible, you shouldn’t have, I am glad you did, but really, that’s crazy. Oh my god, you are really here.

“And you are gorgeous, by the way. Stunning, Beautiful. Oh my god, you are really here.”

“Does your husband know where you are?”

“Of course not. Why would I tell him that I am in Florida, instead of Chicago? Do I look crazy to you?”

“No, but…”

“He did not want to go. He didn’t care if I went alone. He knew I was driving, he just doesn’t know which I direction I went. Don’t worry.”

We talked for another thirty minutes, sitting in the conference room pretending to be conducting a new client interview. I jotted some notes on a legal pad for the benefit of anyone walking by and looking through the window behind me. It was torture keeping my hands to myself, but I forced myself to behave. When enough time had passed to make it appear that I had, in fact, interviewed a new client, I stood up, headed for the door, and asked “Mrs. North” to follow me.

We exited the conference room and walked around the perimeter of the office. I first showed her the empty offices where we were planning to expand, and then crossed over to the occupioed side once again. On the occupied side all of the offices open to a floor to ceiling view of the ocean, which is also visible from the secretarial station on the eastern corridor. I escorted her into my office, closed the door, and locked it.

Once the door was locked I turned to face her, wrapped my arms around waist, and planted a kiss on her waiting mouth. I felt her press her body against mine, her breasts smashing into my chest, her pussy rubbing against my cock, as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. We kissed hungrily, both of us tasting the other, while istanbul escort my hands on her back pressed her tighter against me. I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Her hands traveled down my crotch, rubbing and teasing my hardening cock from outside my pants. Her searching fingers found my zipper, pulled it down, reached into my underwear and pulled out my fully erect cock.

“I have been waiting so long for this,” she panted into my ear, just before pulling away and dropping to her knees. Kneeling on the floor, with both hands on my cock, she started licking up and down the shaft until it was glistening with saliva in the midday sun streaming through my office window. I ran my hands through her thick auburn hair as she continued to lick, tasting every throbbing inch of my hardness. Finally she reached the head, swollen and purple, and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue continued to dance all over the head and shaft as her lips closed around my cock, sucking it deeper into her throat.

As much as I enjoyed her expert cocksucking skills, I did not want her to continue kneeling on the hard wooden floor. I helped her to her feet as she reluctantly released my cock from her warm wet mouth. I removed her jacket and placed it on the back of a chair, and then led her to my desk. I had not planned for this moment, and was not sure what I was going to do next. My only thought was to bend her over my desk and fuck her from behind. But she had other ideas. Still holding my cock in one hand, she led me over to my leather chair, and directed me to sit down. I did, and a moment later she was under my desk, kneeling on the floor, with her face buried in my lap. She resumed sucking my cock, but this time I was able to relax and fully enjoy her talent. Holding her head in my hands, I moved the tangle of hair from her face and tried watching her as she sucked my cock in and out of her mouth, up and down, in and out, over and over and over. But she had too much hair, and finally I gave up as the pressure in my balls began to grow.

I continued to enjoy her techniques as she sucked and licked up and down the shaft and all over the head of my cock. I felt the cum boiling in my balls as she continued sucking, the pressure growing as my balls tightened. She reached into my pants and gently caressed my testicles, increasing the pressure until I knew I was seconds from cumming. I told her I was ready to cum, giving her warning that I was about to explode. I knew from our numerous telephone discussions that she was not a swallower, so I gently tugged on her hair to let her know I was about to erupt. With one hand she pushed my hands away, and continued bobbing up and down on my cock.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” I said, as the pressure in my balls finally released. I felt the cum shooting up my shaft, but she continued to bob up and down while gently squeezing my balls. I felt one, two, three hard jets of cum blasting her throat, but she kept her mouth closed tightly around the shaft and caught every drop of my seed. It felt as if the cum were shooting up from my toes, through my legs, and up the shaft of my cock, the pleasure was so overwhelming. When I finally stopped spurting she removed my cock from her mouth, leaned over the wastebasket, and spit my entire load into the receptacle.

“The cleaning lady is going to love that,” I said.

Sharon crawled out from under my desk, rearranged her clothes, leaned over and kissed me fully on the mouth. I could taste traces of my cum on her lips and tongue. It was not a taste I was used to, but in this case, I did not mind. Its not every day that I get my cock sucked and my balls drained by a woman who recently revealed that she has had a crush on me for over 30 years.

“Do you want to show me to my hotel now?” she asked.

“Let’s go,” I answered.

I escorted “Mrs. North” to the door, and then went back to my desk. Five minutes later I announced that I was going to lunch. I met Sharon in the parking garage, asked her which hotel she was staying at, and then told her to follow me. Luckily, she had chosen a hotel just minutes from the office, which was also less than 10 minutes from my house.

I waited in my car while Sharon checked into her room and then sent me a text message with the room number. I carried her bags up to her room and knocked on the door, only to find it slightly ajar. I entered, finding her in bed with the covers over her. I saw her suit, blouse and underwear draped over a chair, and so I too undressed.

“What took you so long?” she asked. “I have been waiting here for you. My pussy needs some attention.”

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with her. I resisted the urge to ravish her, and instead spent several minutes just kissing her on the lips, tasting her mouth, gently touching her skin, prolonging the buildup. After several minutes of just kissing her and touching her arms avcılar escort and shoulders, feeling her softness, caressing her face and torso, trying so hard just to believe that we were finally together, even as the overwhelming evidence demonstrated that we were in fact lying in bed with one another, I finally started kissing her behind her ear, her neck, her throat, kissing all over, looking for any place I could touch that produced a reaction. I listened to her breathing, listening for changes in her breaths; I observed her skin flushing from pale white to bright red, then I kissed my way down her upper chest until I reached her right nipple. I gently sucked it into my mouth and felt it harden between my lips. I released it, and kissed my way over to her other nipple, sucking that one into my mouth as I had done with the right nipple a minute ago. I alternated back and forth, licking, kissing, sucking each into my mouth, first one, then the other, over and over and over again. Such beautiful breasts, not as full as they had appeared in photographs, but perfectly shaped and firmer than those of any other 48 year old woman I knew. Her breasts were so beautiful that they image of them will be forever etched into my mind.

After several minutes of sucking those lovely nipples I started kissing lower, down her belly –so soft and flat, so beautiful. I could nearly cum from kissing her belly, she turned me on so much. But I kept kissing lower and lower, until I reached my biggest surprise since entering the room.

“I thought you were going to shave,” I said.

“I was going to, but I decided to let you do it for me,” she replied.

“Interesting. Do you have the supplies?” I asked.

“What do you need?”

“A razor, some shaving cream, a glass of hot water, and a towel.”

“I’ll be right back.”

She went to the bathroom and started running some water, returning with a towel and a glass. She then opened her suit case and handed me a razor and a can of Edge gel.

Her thick bush was already trimmed at the top and on the sides, just enough to be contained by her swimsuit, I assumed. I caught a hint of her aroma delicately wafting from the petals of her moist flower. I lifted her legs and spread the towel underneath her. I gently nudged her thighs a little farther apart, opening her to my appreciative gaze. Moisture was visibly leaking from her pussy by now, collecting in small droplets at the tips of her lips. I wet her pussy down with the water, and then spread the shaving gel over her bush. I took my time, working the foaming gel thoroughly over her entire mound, and into her cleft. I then dipped the razor into the warm water and let the blades warm up for a few seconds. Sharon was looking straight up at the ceiling as I made the first pass with the razor through her bush. Using smooth, even strokes I removed the hair from the area between her slit and her panty line. When the easy part was done I told her to open her legs a little more, and then I started removing the hair from her outer lips. I worked very slowly and very carefully, at times using my left hand to open her slit so that I could remove the hair sprouting from just inside the cleft. I had to ask her to hold open the right side while I opened the left and cleared away all the remaining hairs growing closest to her inner lips. Eventually her inner lips began to emerge from the fleshy mound of her outer lips.

In between strokes of the razor I caressed her mound and brushed my fingers over her outer lips, much more than was truly necessary. I could tell from her breathing that she was fully aroused. The evidence of her arousal was confirmed by the aroma emanating from her slit, which was fighting with and overpowering the citrus scent of the shaving gel.

When I was through cleaning all the hair from the front of her pussy, I told her to get up on her hands and knees. She complied quickly and without question. Of course she was now wide open to me, and this time it was my turn to gasp. She had a perfectly heart-shaped light ass with a deep crack, a lovely little virgin rosebud asshole framed by a slight line of short curly hairs, and the two luscious lips protruding from her puffy mound. At that point I wanted to violate her in so many ways. But instead I wet her ass crack with the wash cloth, and then applied shaving gel. I worked the gel thoroughly into her crack, again spending much more time than was truly necessary, but all the while increasing her sexual arousal. With a few careful swipes of the razor I finished removing the hair from the crack of her ass, and the wiped off the rest of the foamy shaving gel. I wiped her with a fresh cloth, and then stopped for a second to admire my work. I lowered my face to within inches of her ass as I inspected every square millimeter of flesh. My mouth was only about an inch from her rosebud, and she shuddered as she felt my warm breach against her cool moist skin. I told her to roll over onto her back and resumed şirinevler escort my inspection.

Her arousal was unmistakable. I would almost say that she was in a state of acute distress, needing to cum immediately. I brushed my fingers over her lips, stopping for a second to seek out and stimulate her clit. I then lowered my mouth and slowly licked up and down her slit, my tongue barely touching her inner lips, tasting the honey glistening from within her. She started cumming almost immediately, arching her back and moaning into a pillow. I licked her seven or eight times, up and down her moist slit, before my tongue sought out and found the nub that my fingers had identified seconds earlier. I slowly swirled my tongue around her clit, coaxing it from the hood, closing my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. I sucked and licked her for about five minutes while she thrashed around on the bed beneath me, moaning into a pillow that she held over her face the entire time. I licked down to her vagina, tasting all of her juices and pushing my tongue into her warm moist tunnel. She kept cumming as I fucked her with my tongue, in and out, and then licked lower, to the virgin rosebud I was dying to taste. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, but it did not relax or open in the slightest. I inserted a finger into her pussy, amazed at how tight she felt. I inserted a second finger, and then began stroking her G-spot. I quickly brought her to another orgasm. I removed my fingers from the hot sticky hole, and replaced them with my tongue. I licked her for a few more minutes, until she pushed my face away.

My cock was fully erect, and so hard it felt ready to burst. But I knew that after the blowjob in my office I would last as long as I needed to. I knelt between her legs and admired her deliciously lovely body. I could wait no longer, and placed the head of my cock against her sweet wet pussy. Again, I was surprised by the tightness of her hole. The petals parted as the head pushed through, opening willingly to the hard fleshy invader pressing between them. I entered her in one thrust, and then just held it in place, enjoying the pleasure of her tight wet pussy clutching my throbbing hard cock. I looked into her eyes and saw the lust she was feeling for me, which perfectly matched the lust I felt for her. I started stroking in and out, in and out, very slowly, enjoying every stimulation of every nerve ending in my body, all of which seemed to be connected to my cock. I bent to kiss her, and her mouth hungrily met mine. I know she tasted her pussy on my lips, and that inflamed my passions even more. I started thrusting into her faster as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I wanted to consume her and be consumed by her, all at the same time. Every fiber of my body wanted to be joined with her flesh. I reached under her thighs, pulling her closer to me, trying to bury my cock deeper into her pussy. The pleasure she was giving me was undescribable. I thrust into her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, over and over and over.

When I felt that I was about to cum, I pulled out of her. I kissed her deeply, bent down and licked her pussy again, and then turned her over. I had to fuck this lovely creature from behind, where I could admire her ass and all of her gorgeous backside. She responded immediately, sensing what I wanted, and backed her ass up against me. I entered her from behind, returning to the slower pace that ignited our passion. I place my hands on her hips and thrust into her, slowly, deeply, and then I pulled all of the way out, so that the head of my cock was barely touching her wet lips. I pushed just the head in, then slowly pulled it out. I repeated this motion 2, 3, 4 more times. Then without warning I buried my cock all the way into her pussy in one swift stroke. She gasped as my cock filled her pussy for a second, only to be fully removed again. I then increased the pace and fucked her harder, faster, stroke after I stroke as I held her hips and pulled her toward me with every stroke. Sensing that I was about to cum, I pulled out and turned her over onto her back once again. I kissed her, then started pumping her over and over, faster and faster.

“I’m going to cum baby,” I said.

“Cum for me.”

“Where do you want my cum?”

“In my pussy”

“Tell me where you want my cum”

“I want your cum in my pussy”

“Say it louder!”

“I want your cum in my pussy! Cum in my pussy!”

“Oh baby, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming in your pussy!”

“Fill my pussy, baby, fill it with your cum!”

“Here it cums baby”

I felt the cum shooting up my shaft, I felt it exploding out of my cock, filling her sweet pussy with cum. I pumped her hard and deep, thrust after thrust as I shot spurt after spurt of white hot cum in her pussy.

When I was done I pulled out and rolled off her. I saw a river of cum flowing out of her pussy. I reached for her camera and snapped a picture.Your first souvenir,I thought. I laid down beside her, drifting off to sleep.

When I awoke it was late in the afternoon. Sharon was still sleeping, but she woke up as I got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. She told me that she was still tired, as she had driven all night to be there by 11:00 am. I thanked her, showered, and let her drift off to sleep again.

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It was a dark evening; sky was adorned with thick dark clouds and the earth fragrant in the first rain of the season. As I parked my car, I could see Paula in her usual white dresses, flowing about in the kitchen.

Her kitchen was lit in a bright yellowish light, beautifully contrasting the evening. My senses were all in excitement from the wafting aroma of the Shepherds Pie she was cooking. She is a great cook; whatever she creates from her kitchen is deliciously inspiring and exciting. She had a gracious smile across her face, whenever she cooked. Today, that smile added to the delightfulness of the room that I could see through those large windows of her kitchen.

I don’t know how many seconds flew past me, until I remembered to rush inside to get all freshened up.

Sitting down at the dining table, I poured her some red wine, and bit into the crispy fish fingers she had already set on the table. I was greeted to the heavenly fragrance of jasmines as she came and sat next to me. Her hair was wet from the shower she had, earlier that evening. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and took a sip of the wine. She had already eased into the serene but cloudy evening. Her face let off a glow that expressed a colourful sensuous vibe that accentuated her charm. She sat cross legged, wearing a light blue plain skirt that reached just below her knees and a thin white top that was held by just two knots; one tied around her neck and the other around her waist. It was obvious that she had no bra on. She looked ravishingly delightful; the light from the kitchen lamp coloured her hair in a yellowish red tint. Looking at her, I was reminded of the jasmines that bloomed in the milky shades of the full moon nights, at our native garden from my youth.

Taking her wine glass, she went into the kitchen. My eyes followed her, her smooth inviting bare back exciting me. I walked over to her and stood behind her. Laying my glass next to hers, I held her waist softly and kissed her shoulder. She looked at me and continued cutting the fruits. She took her time cutting the fruits into small identical cube sized ones. I reached behind her back with my left hand and got hold of the knot that held her top at the waist, as I reached to anadolu yakası escort kiss the right side of her neck. I untied the knot and reached both my hands to her navel. Moving my mouth to the back of her neck, I unhooked the other knot of her top with my teeth. Taking the thin top in my right hand I placed it on the marble kitchen countertop away from the fruits she was cutting.

She closed her eyes, tilted back her head into my shoulders, occasionally to express her delight in what I was doing to her. As I continued to kiss and lick her neck, my hands slowly reached up feeling her soft smooth belly. My hands stopped, just below her breasts. She arched her ass onto my hardness, as I softly held both her breasts in my hands. Her breasts weren’t big nor small, but were of the right size for me, delightfully firm and beautifully shaped. She turned her head back, kissed me on my lips and put a piece of papaya in my mouth. As I chewed in the fruit, she kissed me again, this time with open mouth and tongues meeting, sharing the flavour of the fruit. Sharing it with her, mingled with her saliva the papaya became a heavenly fruit. She went back to cutting the fruits, as my hands slipped down to thighs, slowly hiking her skirt up.

My hands softly caressed her thighs. My tongue travelled through the back of her to her waist, reaching to the top of her skirt. I was kneeling behind her now, both my hands travelling to the sides of her thighs inside her skirt. I kissed her naked back at the waist, just above her top and slowly pushed her skirt up. Exposing her well-shaped ass cheeks to my hungry gaze, she was wearing no panties either. I placed my nose between her ass cheeks and inhaled her aroma in.

She turned around and let me have the glorious view of her shaven pussy. I couldn’t resist licking them, before coming up and placing her on the kitchen countertop. She smiled at me and put her finger into my mouth. I tasted mangoes, papaya and banana from her finger. Her unwashed hands full of the fruit juices reached all over my bare chest. Bending she licked and bit on my small but pronounced nipples delicately. Her right hand reached into my boxers and took my hard dick ataşehir escort in her hand. She gently stroked me as I licked her neck. I was back on her and breasts licking and kissing, while she slipped my boxers down to the kitchen floor. I helped myself out of it and pushed it away into the side of the kitchen. As I knelt in front of her between her thighs, she had already removed her skirt. She took her wine glass gulped in some and let it overflow from her mouth on to her breasts and to her stomach. My tongue found her pussy and I was greeted to the taste of wine, she was pouring some wine on to my face and her pussy. I licked the length of her pussy collecting some of the wine in my mouth and stood up to kiss her.

She took a sip of wine from the glass and we kissed passionately while enjoying the spirited taste of the wine from each other’s mouths. Kissing her neck, I went to her left breast, as she poured some wine on them. Softly caressing her right breast with my left hand, I suckled on her left tits, licked and bit them tenderly.

She poured some wine on to her navel, signalling me to move my mouth and tongue there. As I was licking her navel darting my tongue in, she picked up a piece of mango and dipping it in wine. Moving my head away from her with her left hand, she dipped the wine-soaked piece of mango into her wet pussy and rolled it along the length of it. I smiled and opened my mouth for her to put that piece of mango into my mouth. Her fingers lingered a bit more than needed and l sucked on them, while taking the piece of the mango into my mouth.

She was so ready to take things to the next level and took my dick in her hand and guided me into her wet warm pussy. I held her tight to me, staying in her pussy a few seconds without moving. Then I kissed her on her lips and started stroking slowly in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me into her deeper. I picked up the rhythm as she arched her back unto me to give me more access to her.

After some time of kissing and going at it, she stopped me. Then she reached for the bottle of honey and asked me to take my dick out. To my surprise she turned around and asked me to pour ümraniye escort some honey between her ass cheeks. I knew what she wanted. So, without any delay I took the bottle from her hand and poured some just like she asked for. Kissing her both ass cheeks, I stood up and smacked her on her right ass cheeks. She looked back and begged me to slap her harder and on both cheeks. I spanked her other ass cheek and knelt down to lick clean the honey. She squealed as my tongue probed her arsehole. She turned back and poured some more honey on to her arse crack, as I continued to lick her. I removed myself from her ass and smacked both her ass cheeks again. She pushed backward toward me her back, signalling me to continue spanking her.

After some more honey and much probing of her anus with my tongue, I started to slowly push my hard dick into her arsehole. She spread her ass wide and allowed me a rather easy entrance. The honey, my saliva sure did help. It was very warm and tight to be in her like that, a great sensation it was for me. She thrust back into me, wanting me to start moving inside her. I moved my body, pushing my dick inside her arsehole and caught to good rhythm in no time. She urged me to push into her harder. I stroked hard into her and stayed for few seconds in her before pulling out of her. She liked that rhythm and asked me to finish inside her ass.

She had two fingers in her dripping pussy already, as I picked up my speed going in and out of her arsehole. She held on to the kitchen countertop with her left hand and thrust back unto me as she was about to have her orgasm. I was also nearing my time. She let out a cry as I spewed my load in her delicious ass. She turned and smiled at me, as I pulled out of her. She kissed me tenderly and held my face. I kissed her on her forehead and gave those beautiful breasts a good lick and kiss before kneeling down to lick her pussy again. Kissing her pussy hard, I came up and kissed her lips passionately. Sucking her lower lips into my mouth, my tongue searched for hers. We hugged each other tight, our naked sweaty bodies so happy to be in each other’s hands.

Getting our clothes, we walked to the washroom for a refreshing bath together. Dinner was a delight; her shepherds pie was splendid and the fruits added to the flavour feast. Sleep was even long way away as our conversation filled the dim lit dinning space. Rain was still dancing about a slow rhythmic tango of sorts, as we held each other settling ourselves onto our sofa, both of us sipping wine from the same glass.

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Josh was in the driveway of his friend Steve’s house, playing basketball. The two of them had been partying the night before along with a few other male friends and Steve’s girlfriend, Cindy. The other guys had gone home from the bar but since Josh lived farther away, he and Cindy and Steve had all wound up coming back to Steve’s house.

Steve was his best friend, and Josh was totally comfortable around him. He also got along really well with Cindy who he respected a lot. He thought the two made a really good couple.

Last night after drinking some water and brushing his teeth, Josh had been lying in his boxers in the spare bedroom with the door closed, thinking about the night and trying to fall asleep, when he had heard the unmistakable rhythm of sex.

At first Josh had tried to just ignore the sounds, but he could hear Cindy’s muffled moans and couldn’t help but think about her massive tits naked and bouncing up and down. He pictured her riding Steve’s dick, which Josh could imagine clearly, having seen it many times when the two went swimming naked in Steve’s pool.

As Josh lay in bed in the dark, his erection so hard that it jumped involuntarily against the fabric of his boxers, he had slowly stroked his boxers, rubbing his covered dick.

Finally he reached inside his underwear and wrapped his hand around his firm shaft and jerked it back and forth a few times, imagining Cindy’s ass. Soon though, Josh was able to roll over, forget his horniness, and go to sleep.

When he had woken up that morning Steve had already gone to work and Cindy must have gone home. Josh had showered and shaved, ate breakfast and watched some TV. By the early afternoon he had begun to feel lethargic and had gone outside to play ball in the driveway.

Hearing someone approaching, Josh turned to see Sarah, Steve’s cousin. He had met her before a few times but never really had a conversation with her.

“Hi!” She said warmly.

“Hi,” Josh responded.

“Is Steve home?” she asked.

“Actually he’s at work.”

“Oh well, do you mind if I stick around for a little bit then, I’m bored.”

“Fine with me,” said Josh, handing her the basketball and looking into her pretty brown eyes. Sarah was tall and fit and had a very pretty and kind looking face.

They played basketball a little, and Sarah laughed a lot and took some pretty brutal shots, but Josh was patient with her and it was fun. He kept noticing her breasts bouncing as she jogged around, and had to make an effort not to get caught checking them out.

After playing for a while Sarah announced that she was hungry and the two went inside to make grilled cheese sandwiches. They chatted a little bit about her having recently gone back to school to finish her degree in the Humanities, and about his having recently decided that his job was too stressful and quit to look for something with shorter hours.

Sarah seemed really pleasant and the two got along extremely well considering that they had never really hung out before. When they were done eating and had sat around for a while Sarah said that under her clothes she had her bathing suit on, and she was hoping to use Steve’s pool. Josh said that that was a great suggestion since it was a beautiful summer day.

They went into the backyard, which bakırköy escort was surrounded by a forest of mostly deciduous trees, full of green leaves at this time of year.

Sarah took off her skirt and her t-shirt, revealing a white bikini. Josh noticed how lovely the curve of her hips was, and was also very impressed by her firm calves and thighs.

He took off his shirt too and remained in his basketball shorts, which he planned on going swimming in. The sun shone down brilliantly on the backyard and Josh felt really glad that he’d stayed around Steve’s place, since he was having a lot of fun.

Sarah ran over to the trampoline and started bouncing on it and laughing. Soon Josh joined her. They were bouncing and pushing each other playfully for a long time. He felt certain at one point that he saw her staring at his crotch, but he didn’t think too much of it.

Josh was feeling so comfortable and relaxed that he started thinking he should try to kiss Sarah. The day was just right for it. He stopped bouncing on the trampoline and she, seeing that the game was ending, followed. Then he took hold of both of her arms and leaned forward to kiss her.

Sarah kissed him back, but only for a few seconds. Then she hopped off of the trampoline and ran away from Josh toward the pool, smiling. She jumped in the deep end and came up for air with her long wet hair pressed back, showing her forehead.

Josh loved the way that she looked just then, with her skin wet and water shining in her eyelashes. She gazed over at him. “Come on bitch get in the water,” she said laughing.

Josh laughed too and ran over and jumped into the pool. The two swam and splashed each other for a while. He snuck in kisses sometimes while he tickled or poked her, and she would always kiss back, but then rush away.

Finally he decided that he wanted to really kiss this girl. He trapped her against a wall, and, as she tried to push him back and begged jokingly for mercy he put his left hand behind her head and wrapped his right one around her waist, embracing her. Then he kissed her firmly.

She grew still and opened her mouth, finally letting his tongue touch hers. They kissed hard and he was thrilled by the feeling of having this beautiful creature in his arms.

When the kiss was over, Josh got out of the pool and took Sarah’s hand to direct her to follow. He lay down on a towel beside the pool and gazed up at Sarah. She stood above him and cocked her head to one-side, looking so cute and confident that he wished he had had a camera.

Sarah lay down beside him and started to run her fingers lightly over Josh’s back, scratching him from his neck to just above his ass. He lay there contentedly on his stomach and submitted to her fingers. Finally, he felt Sarah pull his shorts down, exposing his naked ass to the warmth of the day and slapping it joyously.

Josh stood up to step out of his basketball shorts. His penis dangled down, long and low, his balls drooping off of his body.

He had obviously shaved his pubic hair a few days before, and little bristles of it stuck out on the top and sides of his penis — although these were distributed quite thinly, a few of them of blonde or red, the rest of black. Slowly Josh’s cock began beşiktaş escort to thicken and straighten out, up into the afternoon sky.

It was long; Sarah guessed perhaps 7 or 8 inches, and very thick as well as perfectly straight. It was a beautiful thing to see in the sunshine. A few beads of sweat glistened off of his loose sack, his legs were spread naturally at about shoulder width, and he had a smile of pure cheeky contentment on his face.

Sarah inspected Josh’s entire groin region closely — appreciating the view as she slowly kissed and tickled his balls and perineum and then bit his firm ass cheeks and finally let her tongue flick lightly over his smooth pink little asshole.

She backed up a bit and smiled at him, he scrunched up his nose and smiled back. Then she got up off of her knees and licked his nipple teasingly, looking up and straight into his green eyes.

Josh reached out to take hold of and pull her long black hair slowly but firmly. She laughed as his motion urged her back down to her knees. She kissed the bottom of his abdomen, just beside his penis. Then suddenly and in one motion she slid his entire cock down her throat. She did this smoothly, and although it made her eyes water a little, she managed to breathe deeply and keep her gag reflex calm.

Her left hand reached up and caressed Josh’s testicles, pulling the sack down slowly and rhythmically. She gingerly moved her head back and forth along the length of his penis, which grew as hard as stone and began to glisten under the sun.

Josh’s hips started to rock slowly back and forth, pumping his dick into Sarah’s open lips and out again. He brought his arm around and rested his hand on the back of her head. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth rushing up his body from his genitals.

Sarah took the cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue along it, stopping at the bottom to suck one of Josh’s balls into her mouth.

Then she let her tongue play along the underside of his penis head for a bit, while stroking the base of his shaft, before once again taking his dick into her throat. Josh knew that his first orgasm was coming soon, and when it was nearly inevitable he withdrew his pounding hard-on from Sarah’s mouth and stroked it briskly.

In a few seconds the orgasm approached and he took his hand off of his dick, squeezing the PC muscles and controlling his breathing so that he wouldn’t ejaculate.

An overpowering ripple of orgasm ran through his body causing his knees to buckle, but in a few seconds when he looked down he saw that nothing but clear pre-cum had escaped his urethra. He groaned from the pleasure and shivered.

Regaining himself enough to look back at Sarah, Josh saw that she was gazing up at him with so much longing that he had to chuckle. He took her hand and helped her to stand up. Then he reached around and untied her bikini top, exposing two of the most flawless breasts he had ever seen.

Large but not huge, they were perky with dark nipples that stuck out quite far and were exceptionally hard. On top of their natural beauty, both breasts were accentuated slightly by the fact that they were a touch lighter than the tan skin surrounding them.

Josh kissed and caressed Sarah’s nipples relentlessly, beylikdüzü escort squeezing one tit while sucking the other. She let her head roll back and moaned softly as he did this. Then he kissed her hard, their tongues dancing across each other rapidly and forcefully.

While they kissed, Josh reached down and untied the strings at one side of Sarah’s bikini bottom, letting the garment fall to the ground. She stepped back and shook them off of her foot and Josh gazed at her thin strip of short black pubic hair and the wet vagina below.

Sarah’s inner lips were long and delicate and came out to shield her slit.

Josh made a trail, kissing his way down her beautiful belly and licking her inner thighs, until finally he sucked her vagina lips into his mouth. This he did tenderly for a few moments before he spread the lips with his fingers and began to tongue fuck her, moving his entire head back off of her pussy and then forward and in again.

The feeling of the tip of Josh’s tongue inside her got Sarah really horny, and she bucked her pelvis to show it. Josh began licking his way up her vagina very slowly until he reached the clit and, peeling back the hood, he flicked his tongue across it.

Sarah’s clit was completely engorged with blood and sticking out against Josh’s licks, bringing her waves of sublime pleasure.

Sarah was letting herself go completely and really getting into this head she was getting. She played with Josh’s short black hair, ruffling it as he ate her. After a bit she whispered, “Babe… I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Josh whispered back mischievously, guiding Sarah onto her back on the grass beside the pool. He pulled the condom (he always kept one with him just in case) from his wallet and, opening it, held the tip and rolled the rim down onto his dick.

Then Josh put both of Sarah’s legs up over his shoulders and positioned his cock against her pussy, getting ready to put himself inside.

Sarah’s pussy was so wet that Josh was able to slide into her easily. She had only once had a cock that was thicker than this one, and that had been painful rather than fun. This, although it hurt the slightest bit, she absolutely loved.

Josh leaned over her and she looked up at the definition of the muscles of his lean but powerful chest.

He pumped slowly at first, alternating some shallow strokes with some deep ones. However soon he began to fuck Sarah harder. From this position his long cock reached deep inside her and some thrusts almost took her breath away.

He pulled out and put his hand on her hip, indicating that she should roll over so that he could fuck her from behind. She got on her hands and knees and he took her firmly by the hips and began to thrust, not too fast but hitting deep and hard.

Sarah reached between her legs and frantically rubbed her clit. Soon she was cumming, her vagina contracting around his penis, tightening in waves.

Josh pushed her forward so that she was lying flat on her stomach, and bent both of her legs up at the knees. In this position he grabbed her by the ankles and kept pumping.

Soon he couldn’t handle the sensations any more and pulled his stiff cock out of Sarah’s pussy. Again he stroked it, stopping the stimulation just in time to not shoot any semen but instead fall back into a second massive non-ejaculatory orgasm.

He collapsed beside Sarah and they both laughed out loud. “That was fun hun?” he asked, looking into her tired eyes. They lay there for a while beside each other on a hot summer afternoon as Josh’s cock slowly grew limp and fell back along his thigh.

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“Nice and neat upon her seat, with sensible shoes upon her feet…” Thus went the chant inside Gavin’s head. His inner voice played out this rhyme nearly every day as he watched the woman now seated diagonally across from him. Every day that he chose to ride the bus home from campus he’d enter an almost filled bus. There was always only one vacant seat; the frontmost seat nearest the door. Most people avoided it because whoever sat there would feel the full force of the heat or cold (seasonally dependent) as the doors opened and closed at each stop. Gavin didn’t mind, his felt that that option was better than the alternative of walking the several miles from campus all the way back to his apartment.

“Silent reader on the bus, she dare not make a single fuss…” The rhyme continued. This woman seated across from him was named Brigitte. Or at least that what he assumed her name to be based on the large leather bookmark she used to mark her reading pauses. The bookmark looked as if it was originally part of a wide leather strap and the name seemed to be branded or other wise burned into the flesh of the leather. In all, it seemed far more animalistic than every other thing about this woman. Gavin would have probably called her Plain Jane had he not seen the bookmark. The branded leather was pretty much the only interesting thing about her. Well…almost.

The thing that interested Gavin the most was… ‘the smile.’ See everyday she would exit the bus one stop before Gavin’s stop and every day she would slide her hand down the safety rail whilst exiting the bus. And everyday she’d allow her hand to slide ever so slowly across Gavin’s hand, which he’d leave there purely for this act of contact. And every day when this happened she’d look at him and smile.

There was something about this smile that made Gavin’s head twitch on the inside. As if he were getting a subliminal message but in a language he didn’t really speak but had studied once in elementary school. He almost knew the message, but couldn’t decipher it completely.

Everyday he’d watcher her exit the bus and smile and as the bus pulled away, he’d yell at himself for not following her off the bus. Every day…except for today. Today when she brushed his hand and smiled, he made his decision. Just as the bus was about to pull away he stood and asked Rufus, the driver, to stop. He got off just in time to see her round a corner. He followed; not particularly hiding, but not being obvious either. Just following. Or as he’d heard in a movie once, he was going to “fly casual.”

The movement of her walk showed Gavin that there was some spark to her. She moved as if she knew every inch of her body and while it was very well covered, he began for the first time to wonder what it would look like…uncovered.

Another corner rounded. Her large bag of books and other sundries was strapped onto her shoulder and hanging beneath her right arm.

Another corner rounded. Even though he was not terribly far from the streets where he had exited the bus, Gavin’s focus had been so upon the woman that, were he to break his trance, he’d istanbul escort be utterly lost as to where he was now.

Another corner rounded. Also out of the sight of his conscious mind was the realization that the number of people he was passing now was at a minimum. Were he awake he’d have noticed that he’d at some point entered a sub-level of an apartment building and was now in a hallway.

Up ahead of him she stopped at a door and unlocked it. All the while never looking back…all the while never seemingly concerned about being followed. She entered and Gavin waited for the sound of the door to close so that he could move ahead. He wasn’t sure what he would glean from a closed door, but he was well beyond turning back now.

After a moment he realized that the door wasn’t going to close; that it had been purposefully left open. Did she know he was following her? Was this a sign? He moved towards the open door. Carefully…he began to actually ‘sneak’ towards the doorway.

And there he was finally standing before the open portal. He gave a big sigh and stepped into the open apartment. Immediately he was stunned. The walls were a kaleidoscope of tapestries, dyed cloths and beaded partitions. He couldn’t be sure but he felt they were Asian in some way. Maybe Indian…he didn’t know. The room seemed to undulate and was, however, very inviting. He was palatably less nervous. And that smell…something smelled definitively “womanly” feminine, but not girly at all. It was a scent that exuded knowledge and wisdom and sensuality. Gavin caught himself momentarily wishing he could bathe in a pool of whatever he was smelling and then curl up under a blanket of the same.

He stood there taking it all in with each and every one of his senses peaking.

Then he heard the trinkling sound of somebody or something moving thru one of those beaded curtains. This woke him enough to make him realize that due to the proximity of the sound the curtain produced, the woman (or somebody) had to have just passed him so they’d know he was in the place.

He turned to close the door and realized that it was already closed. That’s when he saw that there had been a doorway blocked from his view as he’d entered the home.

He heard the sound of soft music starting. Its origins emanated from deeper within the place.

Oh well, he thought, no use in sneaking now. He moved towards the beaded curtains he saw to his right. There were 3 different layers he had to traverse each with beads of varying sizes and colors. Passing thru them created an almost musical or ritual atmosphere. It gave Gavin the sense that something was about to happen and honestly, he could hardly wait…

Clearing the last of the beads he entered a room and glancing he saw her there to his left. She had her right raised with her index finger pointed directly at Gavin. He froze.

The pointed finger was all he could see and he saw everything it said. With that single pointing finger Gavin heard her telling the police; “He has been stalking me”, “He followed me from avcılar escort my bus stop”, “He entered my home uninvited.” He also heard his mind stammering trying to produce a legally viable reason that his soon-to-be defense attorney could use for why he was in her home. He generated nothing.

Just as the hollowest of apologies was mapquesting its way up from his ever shrinking spine, DWAMM!!

The smile appeared on her face.

Her pointing hand slowly rolled and her finger curled into a single ‘come hither’ beckon. Then she dropped her hand to her side.

This motion caused the silk robe (that Gavin had somehow not noticed before now) to slide from her shoulders and onto the floor at her feet.

Ahhh, her bare feet. Oh they looked pillow soft and he imagined rubbing his cheeks against them and perhaps flicking their arches with his tongue. Except all of the previous nervousness of stalking had left his tongue ever so dry. She was always so very covered up and layered on the bus. This was the first glimpse of her exposed flesh that Gavin had ever seen and he relished in it…for a moment. Until his eyes expanded their scope and eased their way up. Up her bare calves as pale as milk and her bare knees one of which bent like a Greek statue…and up and up…as his eyes slid up her bare thighs his dry tongue flickered in his mouth as if doing so would cause those thighs to ease apart welcoming his face into the magic that lay between them.

And up and up until reaching the top of those glorious thighs he saw something…or rather he saw that he didn’t see something. She was shaved bare. Gavin’s erection arrived full force with such energy that he thought it would rip through his cargo pants. He would’ve adjusted himself to a more comfortable positioning had he been able to focus on anything besides the flesh goddess glorifying before him. Her belly looked soft and he imaged that he could sleep upon it for days…that is if he could keep himself from licking it constantly. Rising still his gaze reached her breasts. Though not very large, her bosom seemed full and wanting. Had he been able to think, Gavin would had described what happened next as him somehow falling forward the entire length of the span between them, landing face first open-mouthed upon her left breast. He never felt his feet move, yet there he was; clamped onto her suckling like a rabid viper attempting to swallow his prey whole.

She slipped her hands up his shoulders and neck to the sides of his head and whispered as he imagined a spider would, “Easy, dear boy. There is yet so much left to eat.”

Gavin was pretty sure that his pants did rip at that point. And feeling a bit weak in his knees brought his hands up to rest upon her hips.

Her skin felt like every lotion commercial’s promise. He spread his fingers so his palms could touch as much of her flesh as possible. She let out an ‘mmmmmmmm’ as if tasting desert. Then after caressing his cheeks she pressed on his shoulders moving him downward. Not wanting to break contact, Gavin trailed his tongue down her belly until his şirinevler escort nose rested at the delta of her thighs. He was about to lose his mind with delight when she grabbed handfuls of his hair either side of his head. He fought the removal and looked up at her face about to apologize for whatever had offended her. She looked down at him with that smile and in that same spidery voice declared, “You’d better be darned good at this.” She then sat back into a chair Gavin could have sworn hadn’t been there the moment before. She gracefully tossed a leg over each arm of the chair and cupped her right breast, twisting her nipple and when Gavin felt that he could hardly stand the view any longer, she leaned her head back and gave the command, “Sweet boy…take me there!”

Gavin launched himself at her open treasure and devoured her completely. His tongue slid up and down and across; in and out and everywhere he could fit it. He wanted to tastes all of her and he lapped and suckled and licked with every ounce of his being.

“Give me your hand boy,” she requested. He did. She traced the backside of two of his fingers and then folded down his ring finger and pinky. She sucked the remaining digits into her mouth and Gavin nearly shot his load at that sensation. After a moment she spat out his fingers and demanded, “Use them, now and hurry.”

Gavin quickly slid the 2 fingers she had sucked between the fleshy folds of the best thing he can remember ever tasting. He moved them in and out a handful of times. Until he heard, “Yes, that’s lovely dear boy…but not there. Try again.” Gavin’s head nearly burst with desire when he heard this. Then carefully he removed his fingers from one glorious entrance and slowly inserted them into the other. A sound escaped her throat unlike anything Gavin had dared to fantasize about and he imaged that this is the sound every porn actress had sadly failed to mimic.

“Hurry, sweet boy, hurry…before it’s too late”

Gavin felt himself becoming an animal; Devouring his delicious prey and pistoning his hand as fast as he could. It was all so intense that he became a little light headed. Then he could feel her…beginning. Her feet began to quiver and the vibrations moved up her calves and into her pillow soft thighs and then he could feel her shaking inside his very mouth.

She began to wail, “It’s time! We’re here! It’s tiiiiiiiiiimmmeeee…”

There at the end her voice began to change in tone. It ceased to sound like the spider’s voice and sounded more like…

“Hey kid. It’s time. We’re here. This is your stop right?” Gavin opened his eyes to see and hear clearly Rufus, the bus driver speaking to him. “This is your stop right, kid?”

Gavin looked around and saw that yes this was his stop. He was on the bus and a mere 6 blocks from where he thought he’d gotten off following the woman. It must have been only a dream. Slightly embarrassed, Gavin stood and gathered his backpack before exiting the bus. Even though he’d apparently just awoken, Gavin felt a strong desire to have a sit down. As he stepped onto the curb he heard Rufus yell to him, “Hey kid, you dropped something there.” And as the bus pulled away, he turned to see what he had dropped. He looked at the curb and saw it there; a leather strap looking thing. He bent, picked it up and turned it over in his hand to read what looked to be branded into the leather. A single word,… “Brigitte”.

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