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The drive to the beach with Kyle had been pretty stressful. The air-con in the car was playing up and the passenger seat window wouldn’t open either, so Cleo was feeling very hot and sweaty and her clothes were sticking uncomfortably to her skin. To make things worse they’d also managed to hit every red light on the journey so far and they were running about half an hour late for meeting the others.

Cleo had been friends with Kyle since she’d started work at the law firm two years ago. He’d been the only person to really smile at her on her first day and his face had stood out in a seemingly endless sea of stressed and angry faces. They’d ended up becoming occasional (OK, regular) post-work drinking buddies and he was the only person in the office she felt comfortable spending time with socially.

They were on their way to meet a few of Kyle’s old university friends at the beach. There was a dinner party planned for that evening in a beach house that one of his friends had rented for the weekend and Kyle had invited Cleo along to join them. During a conversation at work she’d gushed about the fact that she hadn’t been to the beach in ages when he’d told her what he was doing at the weekend. Afterwards she felt a bit awkward as she realised she might have accidentally pressured Kyle into inviting her on the spot, but Kyle hadn’t really shown any signs of backing out since the offer so she’d decided to just go with it. She absolutely loved the beach and it felt like it had been ages since she’d had a chance to let her hair down so she couldn’t wait.

Cleo was wearing a thin white vest and some skimpy beach shorts but it was still far too hot for her in the car. She gripped the front of her vest with her fingers and pulled at it repeatedly, to try and billow air down her top. She’d been absentmindedly doing this for a couple of minutes when she caught sight of Kyle watching her keenly out of the corner of his eye and realised she Was probably giving him a strobe-like view of her bra-free breasts.

Kyle jerked his head back to the traffic as he realised he’d been caught looking at her and his cheeks started to redden slightly.

Neither of them said anything but Cleo smiled to herself at the flattering thought that Kyle might have been actively trying to see her breasts. Her own eyes darted briefly towards Kyle’s lap and she saw that his board shorts looked pretty full around the crotch. Was that a twitch she saw or was she imagining it?

She reluctantly pulled her eyes back to the road, for fear of getting caught staring herself. “What are your friends called again?” she asked, as a way to diffuse the slight tension that had now descended within the car. “Errrm, Stephan, Daisy and Paul. You’ve obviously met Stephan already, but I don’t think you’ve ever met Daisy or Paul. Those two only got together after we left uni but the four of us all lived in a house together in the second and third year at uni. We were pretty inseparable really.”

Cleo had met Stephan a couple of times while out drinking with Kyle. She remembered him being a pretty good looking guy and she’d also thought he’d been quite funny, although she had to admit that she’d been pretty drunk both times, so her judgement could have been slightly impaired.

They carried on the rest of the journey in slightly awkward silence, but thankfully the traffic seemed to dissolve as they got closer to the beach.

They finally pulled up at the beach, got their bags out of the back of the car and started the walk up and over the dunes to the spot where Kyle’s friends were due to be meeting them. As they summitted the final dune, the view was magnificent. The Sandy beach stretched for miles in both directions and it was practically deserted. Beneath the clear blue sky the sand looked almost white and the sea was calm, with foot high waves breaking evenly along the length of the beach.

“There they are!” shouted Kyle, pointing to a group of three people standing halfway between the ocean and the dunes. They climbed down the dune face and jogged over to Kyle’s friends. All three of them greeted Kyle and Cleo with big hugs and Cleo felt instantly at ease in their company. “She’s well out of your league,” was the first thing that Daisy said to Kyle, with a mischevious grin on her face and a sly wink. Kyle looked a bit embarrassed. “We’re not together. Cleo’s just a friend from work,” he stuttered. Cleo laughed. “I hope you’ve not been telling them all that I’m your girlfriend!” she exclaimed in mock horror. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain,” she teased.

Kyle was blushing again and Cleo started to wonder whether he actually did harbour secret feelings for her. “This might be a very fun weekend after all,” she thought to herself.

Kyle was a handsome guy and looked after himself well. Most of the guys she worked with were fairly well off and dressed in expensive clothes but Kyle managed to look good in whatever he was wearing. Even stood there in a surf t-shirt, bahis siteleri a pair of board shorts and some flip flops, he managed to look well dressed and effortlessly cool. Cleo had fantasised about him many times in the past whilst masturbating, but she’d never actually tried it on with him for fear of ruining their professional relationship and their friendship. He hadn’t shown any sign of interest in her up until this pony, but now she was starting to pick up some hints that there might be something there after all.

The group carried on catching up and joking around with each other and Stephan fired up the BBQ, which had been set up before Kyle and Cleo arrived. Stephan cooked up a feast of steak, fish and halloumi and they sat on their towels eating, drinking cold beer and chatting in the glorious sunshine.

Just as they were finishing eating, Paul got a call on his mobile. He started to look increasingly worried as the conversation went on and said very little before ending the call saying “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Is everything alright?” asked Daisy, putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s my brother,” said Paul. “He’s been in a bike accident and they’ve taken him to hospital with a broken leg and head injuries. Thankfully it doesn’t sound like he’s critical, but it doesn’t sound like he’s in a great state either. I really need to go and see him.”

“Of course.” said Daisy. “Let’s get going. Really sorry guys. Looks like we’re going to have to leave you three to it.”

The others told Paul and Daisy not to think about it for a second and to get on their way. They quickly said their goodbyes before jogging back up the beach and over the dunes, out of sight.

“I hope his brother’s OK,” said Stephan after the pair had disappeared out of view. “Yeah, I know Paul’s pretty close to his brother too so he’ll be really worried about him,” said Kyle.

For half an hour or so the remaining trio were a bit subdued. They tidied up after the BBQ and set out their towels to sunbathe for a while. Cleo told the boys to turn around so that she could get into her bikini. There was barely anyone else within sight in either direction and Cleo reckoned that even if the three or four people she could see in the distance were looking her way, they wouldn’t be able to make out much anyway. The boys had turned around so she turned her back to them and quickly got naked. It felt pretty liberating to be standing fully naked on the beach in the middle of the day and she took a moment to enjoy the sun on her fully exposed body. She didn’t have too much of a bikini tan line as she regularly sunbathed naked in her secluded garden. She’d recently shaved off all of her pubic hair though and this had revealed a faint white patch where her landings strip had previously been. After taking a moment, Cleo bent forward and almost reluctantly pulled on her bikini bottoms. She pulled on her bikini top and did up the fastening at the back. She turned back to the boys who were still facing away from her and told them they could now turn around.

After 15 minutes or so of sunbathing and chatting, Cleo decided she needed to cool off. “Anyone fancy a dip?” she asked.

Both of the boys jumped up immediately. “Race you to the sea!” shouted Kyle “Last one there has to share their most embarrassing story this evening!” and with that he started sprinting towards the water.

Stephan and Cleo looked at each other briefly, with wide eyes, and then quickly followed in hot pursuit. They managed to gradually claw back Kyle’s head start and with about 20m to go Cleo had just about pulled up alongside him. Stephan had done even better and had pulled a couple of metres ahead of the others. He reached the water first and just behind him Kyle and Cleo both dived headfirst at the final moment and hit the water at exactly the same time. Cleo was pretty pleased with herself and Kyle lay on his back in the surf, with a smile on his face, breathing heavily. “Damnit girl, you’re faster than you look!” he laughed. “I think I still just beat you though.”

“Kiss my ass!” shouted Cleo. “You drew with a girl, AND you had a head start, so I’m pretty sure that makes you the loser here!”

“OK, OK,” he said. “I guess I ought to take this defeat like a man. Particularly if I’m gonna get to kiss your ass in that cute bikini!”

Cleo laughed and splashed water in his face. “In your dreams, loser!”.

She jumped up and waded out further into the water. “I’m looking forward to hearing that embarrassing story of yours later this evening!” she shouted back at him.

As she waded out she mulled over the ass kissing remark and thought about the growing list of signals that he might really be into her. “This evening could be a lot of fun,” she thought to herself, and she started to feel quite horny as the cold water covered her body and hardened her nipples under her bikini.

The three of them splashed around in the water together for a while canlı bahis siteleri and the two boys started to put on a bit of a show, trying to dunk each other under the water.

At one point, as the two of them were facing off, Cleo sneaked up behind Kyle and in one fluid move she pulled his shorts down, all the way to his ankles underwater. Kyle instinctively spun around to defend himself and Stephan took to opportunity to pounce at Kyle and dunk him fully under the water. Cleo took her chance and in the commotion she managed to completely remove the shorts and quickly swim off with them. She swam along parallel to the beach for about 15 meters or so and then headed as fast as she could for the shore. By the time Kyle had come up for air and worked out what had happened, Cleo was stood on the beach waving his shorts in the air and laughing wildly. Stephan was also laughing and pointing.

“Oh my god! Bring them back!” shouted Kyle, but Cleo just stood there laughing.

She slowly sauntered back up the beach to her towel and sat down to watch what was going to happen next.

Stephan came out of the sea and walked up to join Cleo. “That was a slick move,” he laughed. “I don’t know what he’s going to do now but I’m just glad I’m not in his shoes,” he laughed.

“I think I’ll make him sweat for a little while before I give these back,” said Cleo.

But, to their surprise, Kyle almost immediately began to wade out of the water towards them. Rather than covering his modesty, he brazenly strolled out the water and without an apparent shred of embarrassment he began walking up the beach towards the shocked pair.

As he got closer Cleo’s eyes scanned every inch of his body. It was clear that he had nothing to be ashamed of at all and to top off his toned physique she watched in amazement as his huge dick swung from side to side as he strode towards her. “If that’s what he looks like after swimming in cold water then just how big would that thing be in the warm?!” She thought to herself.

Kyle reached the towels and stood over his friends, dripping with sea water and with his hands on his hips. “Lovely swim,” he said. “Why’d you two get out so soon? I could have stayed in there all day.”

“Fair play,” said Stephan. “I’ve got to hand it to you. You’ve got some balls my friend!”

“I’m glad you noticed,” replied Kyle with a cheeky wink.

Kyle lay down on his towel and made no attempt to cover himself up. Cleo felt like Kyle’s confidence had expertly nullified her short-stealing prank, but she felt like the sight of his sexy body and a close-up view of his mammoth cock was a pretty good consolation prize.

“Well, there’s only one thing for it then,” she said, almost to herself, and she undid the clasp of her bikini top and slid off her bikini bottoms, tossing them to the side.

Stephan and Kyle gazed across at her naked body and neither of them made any attempt to hide their staring. “Well this beach party just got a bit hotter,” said Stephan. “What is it they say about your options if you’re not able to beat them?” and with that he slid off his own shorts, leaving himself completely naked.

Cleo couldn’t help staring herself and she was pleased to see that both of the boys were neatly groomed down below, which showed off their wares very nicely indeed.

All three of them now lay there fully exposed to each other and after a few minutes of thinly disguised sideways glances, Kyle turned over to lie on his front. Cleo glanced across as he rolled over and it was pretty clear from his swelling member that Kyle’s growing excitement was the reason for him changing position. Cleo couldn’t really blame him. She was feeling pretty horny herself by now and knew she was feeling quite wet down below, but she was thankfull that she was able to hide it better than the boys in this situation.

Moments later Stephan followed Kyle’s lead and turned onto his front as well.

“You boys working on your back tan?” She teased.

Cleo thought she’d have a little more fun with the boys so she got up very slowly and gracefully and walked over to stand above them with her legs shoulder width apart and her back to the sun. “Right then. Let’s get packed up and head back to this beach house I’ve heard so much about. I could do with having a shower before dinner as I’ve managed to get sand in all sorts of unspeakable places!”

The boys both squinted up at her and she knew that they would both be enjoying a pleasant view of her unspeakable places. She knew that her outer lips would be slightly swollen in her aroused state and this would be nicely showing off her neat little pussy to the boys.

“Errrm, why don’t you pack up your stuff and get a head start? We can catch you up in a couple of minutes,” said Stephan, his eyes pleading with Cleo. “No, no. You come with me and show me the way,” grinned Cleo as she seductively brushed a little bit of sand from her inner thigh.

Stephan and Kyle güvenilir bahis slowly and reluctantly got to their feet and as Cleo had suspected, both of them were sporting absolutely huge erections.

“Well well. Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?!” exclaimed Cleo.

“Sorry, this is a bit awkward” grinned Kyle sheepishly.

“Don’t apologise. It’s always flattering to get a double salute from such attractive men.” she laughed.

The boys hurriedly pulled their shorts on over their raging hard-ons. They both tucked their dicks into their waistbands, but that still left a good two inches of cock exposed for both of them.

They packed up their belongings between them and walked east along the beach for a mile or so to the large lone white beach house in the dunes that was to be their home for the night. Stephan had the keys in his bag and he let the group.

By this time the walk had allowed time for the boys’ hard-ons to soften but Cleo still had the image of the two of them standing erect, side-by-side, burned into her retinas.

Together the three of them began to explore the house, which was incredible. It had a new surprise at every turn of a corner or opening of a new door. There was a cinema room, a huge veranda, a pool, a hot tub. It was a stunning house that Cleo thought wouldn’t have felt out of place in a party scene from the Wolf of Wall Street. Cleo was slightly disappointed that there were only three of them there to enjoy it, as it would have been an amazing place for a big party. But then again, she had hopes for a slightly more intimate evening anyway.

They each chose a bedroom and the boys gave Cleo first choice so she picked the master suite with a huge four poster bed sat in the middle of the room.

The three of them went off seperately to get showered and agreed to meet in the kitchen for dinner in an hour.

Cleo unpacked her things and stripped off her beach clothes. She wanted to jump straight onto the bad and lay there naked, but she knew she’d regret it later if she filled the bed with sand. She went into the luxurious en-suite shower room and turned on the shower. She waited for it to warm up slightly and then stepped under the hot jets of water. As she stood there washing the sand and salt from her lithe, tanned body, she closed her eyes and thought back to the afternoon’s events.

The day had already taken quite an interesting turn and she’d enjoyed an unexpected eyeful of two big hard dicks. As she thought about the sight of the boys naked, she let her hands roam across her soapy, wet skin. She rubbed her shoulders and brought her hands down across her breasts, running them across her hardening nipples. As she moved lower down, her fingers grazed her pussy lips and she slowly started to tease her lips apart with one hand whilst gently squeezing her clit with the other.

After a while she dipped a finger inside herself and could feel that she was already quite wet with the image of the two boys in her mind. She used her thumb to rub her clit while she finger-fucked herself with two fingers. As she really started to get into a rhythm she crouched down in the shower and spread her knees wide apart to give herself full access to her wet pussy. She rubbed her clit vigorously with her eyes closed, and with the water splashing over her body it wasn’t long before she began to feel an orgasm spreading out from her clit and through her body. She trembled with pleasure while the image of those two beautiful, hard cocks filled her mind.

When the orgasm passed she was tempted to start all over again but she decided that she should save herself for later.

Cleo got out of the shower and dried herself off with one of the impossibly soft white towels hanging on the towel rack. She walked over to the bed and picked out her evening outfit – a loose fitting, white, lacy dress that really showed off her tan.

Although they were of a good size, her breasts were so pert that she could get away without wearing a bra so she slipped the dress straight over her smooth naked body. She was about to pull on some silky white panties but as she picked them up she paused for a second before dropping them back in her bag. “It might be nice to be a bit more free and easy tonight,” she thought to herself. “It might also make for a bit of fun later on as well!”

She put on some subtle makeup and applied her favourite perfume before leaving her room and heading to the kitchen. As she made her way through the house she could hear the boys laughing in the kitchen and when she joined them she discovered they were already halfway through their second beer.

“What took you so long?” asked Kyle with a smile.

“I expect she just couldn’t help playing with herself in the shower at the thought of our naked bodies,” laughed Stephan.

“In your dreams!” said Cleo, although she had to turn and open the fridge to stop them seeing her blush.

“Have we got any white wine?” she asked, although really she was just playing for time in order to give her face a chance to cool down and she could clearly see two bottles at the back of the fridge already.

“Straight ahead of you on the middle shelf,” said Kyle.

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Bob and Angel talked about the beach on the drive back to Angel’s place. She then said, “Oh Bob, I am so excited that I could fuck all night with both couples me met on the beach. My head and cunt are spinning!”

Bob glanced at Angel and said, “I did not know you were such a cum-slut love, but I like what I saw at the beach today. Oh fuck, my dick is still throbbing and wanting more. However, I think I will save the rest of this hot sexy excitement for tonight’s rendezvous.”

Bob parked in the drive and walked Angel to the door. He kissed her goodbye then told her to wear something slinky tonight.

However, Angel was so hot, she wanted to fuck until dinner time. Nevertheless, she decided that she would be too worn out for the after dinner festivities. She told Bob goodbye and walked into the house.

Angel kicked off her shoes, she walked into the bedroom and put on one of her favorite country music classic CD’s. Then laid down to try and relax a bit before taking a shower and getting dressed.

She was just began to doze when something awoke her. She rubbed her eyes looked around and wondered what time of day it was.

As her eyes focused on the clock by the bed, she noticed it was only 6pm. She has a few minutes to waste, so she laid back down and listened trying figure out what had awaken her and heard nothing.

All she could hear was the rhythmic beating of her heart, which made her shiver deep inside. Angel could not stand being in her big four poster bed alone. Her loneliness sometimes haunted her, she desperately wanted someone to permanently sharing her bed and her life.

Her breast were aching to be touched, her hardening nipples straining the fabric of her blouse. She slid her top up and rolled her nipples between her fingers and felt a tingle that went straight to her clit. She leaned over and drew one the nipples into her mouth sucking and biting it gently at first then harder as her arousal grew.

In her mind, Angel recalled walking on the beach with Bob. Watching the two couples they saw, one black the other white. “Oh god, I would love to see what kind of endless sex game the black couple and I could play,” she squealed.

Angel quivered as her fingers caressed her hot-box. She bahis firmaları started envisioning Sandy’s lips and hands at her breast, cupping them and massaging them as they swell against the palm of her hands. Then rolling the nipples between her forefinger and thumb and then sucking one into her mouth.

As Sandy continued to tantalize Angle’s bosom, Mike spread her legs wide and shoved his hard throbbing dick into her hot wanting pussy. She trembled as she felt the wave of climax building deep inside.

Angel closed her eyes and uttered, “Oh, I wish you were both here doing all this to me.” She needed to feel a man’s dick inside me as a woman’s gentle touch drives me beyond the realms of ecstasy!

Then Angel sat upright in bed and wondered, what would she do if they knocked on her door right now. She has never been afraid to ask for what she wanted, she hated one-night stands even in the daytime. A million thoughts rushed through her head. Then she shock her head and decided it was too late in the day for all this thinking as she had a dinner party to go to.

Slowly her body and mind took over and she shivered from head to toe and said, “Ooooh fuck, now I am as horny as hell!”

Angels hands reached down and removed her drenched panties. Then she separated her swollen pussy lips and her index finger encircled her swollen clit. The first two fingers of her other hand slid into her hot hole as she pinched and rolled her clit. She threw her head back and ground her pussy onto her fingers fucking herself deep and hard. She closed her eyes and exclaimed, “Ooooh yesss, mmmmmm! Where is a hard dick when you need one!”

Angel continue to masturbate, seeing the image of Mike and Sandy with her. Mike’s lips kissing her deep and the delightful sensation of his dick caressing the fold of her pussy making it so hot and wet.

Then Angel looking at Sandy and saying, “Oh honey, I want to feel Mike’s dick fucking me deep and hard as my tongue tantalizing every inch of your pussy.”

Just then, she heard a light rap at the door and said, “Damn, who could that be? I am not expecting anyone to come see me.”

Angel put on a her robe and walked toward the front door shouting, “Just a minute, I will be right there.” kaçak iddaa As she looked through the peep hole she gasp when she saw who was standing there. Her heart began pounding and her lips went dry, because Mike and Sandy were standing on her porch.

She then opened the door and said, “Hello, how did you get here? I thought we were meeting you guys for dinner later?”

As they walked inside Mike and said, “Baby, I took the liberty of obtaining her address from Bob. I hope you do not mind?”

Angel replied, “No I do not mind, because Bob knew what I like and I trust his judgment. It’s a shame he is not here right now.”

She showed then the sofa then offered then some cool refreshment. Then they all began talking about the days events. Before Angel could ask why they were there Mike sets his glass down moved over to where Angel was and pulled her into his arms and kissed her deep and hard.

While watching Mike kiss Angel, Sandy said, “Well love, we were so turned on after meeting you, that we had to see where you lived. You know just in case we want to come see you again and again for a hot fuck session.

Angel’s head was spinning and her body yelling,

“WOW what a kiss!” She broke the kiss, walked over and locked the front door.

Mike then said, “Ahhh I think the little lady was reading our minds Sandy. We have enough time for talking later. Right now Angel, I want you to strip so we can lick and kiss every inch of you. Then I am going to take this nine inch black dick and fuck you like you never been fucked before.”

Sandy then walked over and kissed Angel on the lips as her finger caressed Angels curves. She then said, “Ooooh Angel, I cannot wait to see you on all fours. When you are, I am going to crawl under you and lap at your cunt while Mike fucks you.”

Angel kissed her back then replied, “Oh god, you guys are making me so fucking hot. Sandy, I can wait to eat your pussy as Mike drives his hot dick deep inside me! Let’s get his balls rolling, dinner can wait!”

Angel led Mike and Sandy toward the bedroom where their was a frenzy of fingers as clothing was stripped off. Angel then climbed on the bed got on all fours, shivered and squealed saying, “Come and play with me, it’s time kaçak bahis for a trip through paradise.

Angel is on her hands and knees with her ass up in the air when Mike came up behind her and starts rubbing his big dick around on your ass and cunt. After teasing for a few minutes, he eases the head of his dick into her pussy and starts to fuck her with long slow strokes.

Sandy crawls up under both of you and starts to lick Angel’s pussy lips, suck on her clit and using her tongue to guide Mike’s dick into Angel’s fuck hole. After fucking Angel for awhile, he pulls it back out and Sandy takes the head of his dick into her mouth and sucks on if for a couple of minutes. Then Sandy uses her lips and tongue to guide the head of his dick back to Angel’s pleasure hole so that he can resume fucking her.

This hot action continues with changes of Mike pulling his dick out and presenting it to Sandy so that she can lick and suck your deep pussy juices off of the head of his big fat dick.

The combination of Mike’s deep fucking and Sandy’s licking, sucking and tonguing of Angel’s pussy, overloads Angel’s senses and she screams, “I’m cummmminnnggg!!

Mike followed pumping her hot-box full of his fuck juice. At this time Mike and Angel are just about wiped out, all fucked out.

At that time, Bob pulled up at the house. He wondered if Mike and Sandy had came by to visit Angel yet. He know she would be hot, wet and overanxious about the upcoming encounter. So he decided to let himself in and surprise her with a little before dinner fucking.

Bob quietly strips and walks to Angel’s bedroom. Where he found Mike, Sandy and Angel making out on the bed. Bob reacts by getting a big horny hardon.

When Sandy glances over at the door, she sees Bob’s big stiff and ready dick. She then advices him that she has not cum yet and is in dire need of a good hard fucking.

Bob climbed onto the bed and him and Sandy proceed to get busy fucking in good ole missionary position. As they fuck, they reach out and touching and caressing Mike and Angel.

When both couples are done fucking, everyone goes into the bathroom where they crowd into the shower. While in the shower they each take their turn under the water. After the shower they get dressed and go out to dinner as they are all starving.

Angel smiles her mischievous devilish smile all the way through dinner wondering which one of them she can have for desert when they tour the sex club!

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Is this story true or not, you tell me?

My 18 years with this family was the happiest time of my life. Sure there was a lot of sex, but we also did many things together as a family. Also, the gossip in this small town was malicious. Most of the gossip was about Nick, Jan and I, not the kids. Remember I shared my body with 8 members of this family if you include Nick’s brother Jack.

Please note this was not all at one time. In fact the only duel action was with Nick, Jan or with The Twins, also, I was with Nick, Jan, each of the twins separately many times, especially with Nick. Jan, Nick and I honor each other’s private time, one on one, or with each other.

Ill get on with the story of when I first met the twins.

The Twins first came into my life the first year I met Nick and Jan. They both were in college at U of C Berkeley, and came home for the Christmas Holidays 1982. We went to the Airport to pick them up. Everyone was excited, but me. I didn’t know what to expect, fearing that they would not like me. I didn’t know at the time, Jan already wrote them about me, sent a picture, and found out later, they were as excited to see me, as their family was to see them.

The kids spotted them first coming off the plane.

“There they are, there they are”.

Nick and Jan got so excited, it was almost a year since they seen them. Now I had seen some pictures of them, and seen the family resemblance when they were younger, but walking towards us seem like the duplicate twins of Nick and Jan. When they got closer I felt their eyes on me, but they ran to their family and all started to hug each other.

I really felt alone and out of place, standing back as they welcome them.

Then, to my surprise, Lisa said “Nicole come here.”

I didn’t even know that she knew my name. She then stated, “nice to meet you.”

I extended my hand, but she didn’t take it. Her arms raised and she started to hug me, and kissed me on the cheek.

John did the same, then he said, “Yes Mom has told us all about you, I feel I know you like a sister.”

They both really made me feel like I was part of their family too.

I looked at Jan, smiled and lipped with my mouth “Thank you.”

She walked up to me, grabbed me, said, “No Hun, thank you,” and then kissed me.

I blushed, Sue said, “Yep that’s our Mom.”

We all started to laugh.

That was the first year that I met every member of Nick’s family, they all came home for Christmas. I can truthfully say not one of them made me feel un-welcome. In all my life, I never met a family like this. They were so close, never fighting with each other, or ashamed of anything. They talked as equals with their parents, but showed the respect their parents deserved.

That first Christmas will always stick in my mind, cause that was the only year that they all came home. After that, one or two of the kids, brought someone with them, boyfriend, girlfriend, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri husband or wife. Which inhibited us alittle.

When it was just us, things were so freely done in the household. This family had no shame when it came to their bodies; I am not saying that nudity was prevalent at all times. Just when they were, no one thought anything of it.

That first Christmas I was hesitant when the family was together to be nude in front of them, but then slowly got use to it and when they seen me nothing was made of it.

Week before Christmas, everyone in the family went Christmas Shopping to Bronners in Frankenmuth, Michigan, which was about 180 miles from us. This place is the largest place in the world that is Christmas 362 days a year.

Three of us didn’t go; it was the twins and I. I had to work at the store for a while and the twins didn’t want to go.

When I got home from the store, as I headed to my bedroom to change cloths, I heard noises coming from the twins’ bedroom. Their door was open, and I heard them in their bathroom, Lisa was taking a shower, and John I think shaving.

I heard them talking, and they were talking about me. John was saying that he had wanted me since he seen me at the Airport. Lisa said well go ahead or do you want me to help you.

He answered, “Well yes, you know it has always been you who started things when we seduced someone.”

She said, “Ok, when do you want to do it”.

He answered “Today, with everyone gone until tomorrow. She should be home soon, so developed a plan ok.”

Lisa laughed, “Ok bro.”

Then I heard John say Ill be right back. When I heard that I rushed into my room and left the door crack and rushed into the bathroom.

Things were going through my mind; I was excited and intrigued by what I heard. Should I let them or not? Would Nick or Jan mine? Why the two of them? Where they going to bed with each other, if one were going to seduce me for the other?

Slowly I got undressed, turned the bath water on. When it filled up, I turned the Jacuzzi on; lying in the water and let the jets massage the back of my neck.

My eyes were close, when I let my hand roam down to my pussy and started to masturbate, thinking about what they wanted to do. Slowly I was moaning, as I built images of them making love to me, then I heard a noise.

Standing there was Lisa, nude and with her hand between her legs. Her body was just like her Mothers. She looked down at me, smiled and then got into the Jacuzzi with me. One of her legs was in between my legs, knee pressing against my pussy. Her mouth found mine, her tongue enters and we both were now moaning.

She said, “Turn Hun, Ill want to show you something.”

Turning she slowly guided my butt back towards one of the jets. The water rushed to my butt and the pressure work its way down my ass, between my legs going over my vagina, hitting güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri my clit.

The sensation sent chills through my body. Moaning and trying to move my butt so the water would hit it just right, when she said, “Lets get in bed” I looked at her, with an innocent look, just nodded yes.

I wanted her, also at the time wondering where John was. She toweled me off, as I did her and we entered the bedroom.

Lying on the bed was John, stroking his hard cock he looked up and smiled. Lisa led me to him, slowly we got on the bed, and she guided my hand to his cock.

Whispering she said, “Help him Hun.”

I grabbed his cock and slowly started to stroke it up and down, letting my lips touch the tip and then circling my tongue over its head.

As I was doing this, Lisa was whispering to me, part of her body on my back. “Isn’t it beautiful”, I nodded.

She then moved her hand down my back and started to massage my clit from behind, slowly inserted her finger into my vagina. As she was stroking me, I began to start sucking on John’s Cock, with slow deliberate strokes, moving my tongue between his cock and my lips.

He started to moan, grabbing my head and started to move it to the motions he wanted. Lisa was now fucking me with her finger; my butt was meeting her strokes, when I heard her say,

“Oh yessssss, suck his cock”.

Lisa then lean over to John, face to face, she said, “You like Bro.”

He smiled and then started to kiss her. These two were inseparable, just like their Mother and Father.

I found out that later that they both had the same room when they grew up. Now you would think that because of this that they would have been having sex together. They both said to me that they never did, except kiss and masturbate in front of each other. They also admitted that they wanted to, but knew it was wrong, but felted kissing and masturbating in front of each other was ok.

Now on with our first time together.

Lisa turned and moved over to me and started to touch my body and moved her hand to my tits and would pinch my nipples, always whispering in my ear,

“Yes baby, suck his cock. Suck my brothers Cock. He wants you so bad. He wants to fuck you.”

All this time I was moaning, sucking on his cock, he was moaning very loudly, “Ohhhhhh yessssss Nicoleeee.”

John was now really getting loud, when he grabbed the back of my head and then just shoved his cock as far as it would go, held it there and started to cum,

jerking and screaming “Godddddddd Yessssssss, Dearrrrrrrr Godddd Yesssssss.”

I swallowed as fast as I could, but really couldn’t keep up with him cumming, a lot leak out onto his cock, but then I slowly withdrew and lick the sides of his cock until I had him cleaned up.

Lisa looked at him and said, “Is that what you wanted Bro.”

He smiled and said, “Oh yesssss Sis, you know me well.”

All güvenilir bahis şirketleri three of us then lay on the bed, talking about what just happen. I asked them many questions, such as, if they went to bed with each other.

While this conversation was going on, Lisa was massaging my clit, kissing, licking my face and neck, and I continued to massage John’s cock.

Then John got up, moved in between my legs, his cock now hard again. He raised my ass, at which time Lisa moved on top of me kneeling, with her legs spread over my face. I knew what they both wanted and started to oblige them.

As John inserted his cock into my cunt, my face just naturally went to Lisa pussy and started to lick her slit. It looked just like her Mothers, could only see the tip of her clit and had to separate her lips to see her vagina.

John and Lisa were now facing each other, as Johns strokes started to move in and out of me, my mouth was now sucking and licking on Lisa clit, we were all really into it. I started to meet John’s strokes, moaning for him not to stop.

Lisa then leans over a little towards John and they both started to kiss.

He says, “She is the best Sis.”

Lisa stated “Oh yes Hun, she is the best.”

His strokes started to get faster and faster, breathing heavy, as Lisa started to gyrate her pussy into my face.

She screamed… “Ohhhhhh Nicole, please fuckkkkkkk me with your tongue”.

I obliged, inserting my tongue in her vagina and started to move it in and out just touching her clit on the outward motions. She started to meet my tongue action, slowly moving her ass up and down.

The image of Nick, Jan and I came before me, for we did this position many times with either one of us girls lying down and the other two facing each other.

My climax was close, but I tried to hold it off, wanting to make sure it happen when they came. When suddenly,

John said, “Nowwwwwwwww, Yesssssss Nowww.”

He started to jerk and spewing his cum into my cunt.

I jerked up to meet him, screamed “Yessssssss, ohhhhhhh yesssss”.

Lisa tightens up and pushes her pussy down on my tongue, moaning…jerking… squeezing my head in between her legs. “Yessssss, Yessssss, Yesssss”.

The sweat running off of our bodies, I grabbed Lisa’s ass and brought her pussy back down to my mouth and just continue to lick her juices, letting her know how much I appreciated her.

John cock went limbed, and then came out, Lisa leaned over and started to lick my pussy, licking what cum that came out. She got up and then kissed John, got off me, turned and kissed me, sharing his cum with me as our tongues meet.

Sex with the twin wasn’t that often over the years, but when it did happen, the excitement of the buildup between the times we were apart made it better each time. I still question to this day if they went to bed with each other over the years, but they both say that they haven’t and only enjoy each other company with another person involved. Both are married now, always wondered if they shared their spouses.

The only one you haven’t heard about is Victoria; she is the one I saved for last. She is also the one I had a very special relationship, over the years.

To be continued

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Ryan Matthews walked into his office and was immediately struck with a severe case of Mondayitis. He placed his suitcase on the green couch which was placed against the left wall of his office, pulled a file out of it which he put back in its place in the filling cabinet on the right hand wall, before trudging over to his desk. With a sigh he sat down and pulled the monthly report in front of him and started up his computer.

As the local manager for Essam Reality, a nation wide real estate agency, Ryan’s life had become one monotonous blur. It seemed he was always at the office, and when he wasn’t he was at home, going over files and accounts, doing chase up work with clients and liaising head office which was in a different time zone. Marking the first of the month, today he would spend the entire day analysing the report he had been given, calling people into his office to check figures, before pushing it off to head office for review. He resigned himself to the inevitable and focussed himself on the task at hand.

Ryan had not been at it very long when there was a sharp knock at the door

‘Ryan?’ a female voice came from the doorway.

‘Mmm?’ Ryan replied, looking up from his report.

His most senior sales manager marched into his office like a woman on a mission. She was in her mid-forties, her short blonde hair cut in a neat bob and frozen in place by what he could only assume was the entire contents of a hairspray can. She wore the green company jacket over a crisp white blouse, a matching green knee-length skirt and black stockings covering her legs.

‘This is the second Monday in a row she’s been late,’ Julie said, cutting straight to the point. ‘You’re going to have to say something to her.’

Ryan sighed. Julie considered herself to be in charge of the other staff, having been with the company the longest, even long then he had been. Being considerably older then him also, she considered her input to be of the utmost benefit of the successful running of the company. While Ryan valued her opinion, he wished she wouldn’t give it out so frequently.

‘I assume your talking about Katie?’

‘She can’t just turn up when she feels like it. She was ten minutes late on Monday last week, and she was twenty minutes late this morning. It’s becoming a habit.’

Katherine Nielsen was the newest member of the team, having joined the company only a month ago. Her application had been exemplary and so was offered the job as a clerk, filling in for the receptionist during lunch hours, assisting with rental applications and general office work. It wasn’t a hard job, but it was a nine to five one. He frowned, concerned.

‘Have you said anything to her?’

‘I told her to straighten up and make sure she gets here on time last Monday, but obviously it went in one ear and out the other.’

‘Alright, tell her to hang back after work and I’ll have a word with her. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.’

He looked back down at his report, but was interrupted by Julie clearing her throat.

‘Something else?’ he queried.

‘While you have her in with you, you might want to also discuss appropriate attire. The length of some of the skirts she wears is completely inappropriate for the office.’

‘Thank you Julie,’ he responded and returned to his report, his tone making it clear that she was to leave him alone now. For once it seemed to work, because when he looked up again she had gone.

It seemed the day had only just begun when he looked at the clock and saw it was five to five. Ryan removed his glasses and pinched the ridge of his nose, searching for the right words to say to Katie. She was a bright girl, friendly with clients and office staff, well mannered, and had enormous potential. He had interviewed her for the position, but hadn’t seen very much of her since then. He tended to get inundated with phone calls, reports and complaints from the moment he entered the office until the moment he left. He settled on the usual “I’m paying you from nine to five” speech and checked his work schedule for the following day.

He was interrupted a short time later by a tentative knock at the door.

‘Mr. Matthews? You wanted to see me?’

Katie was standing in the doorway, looking meekly in at him. He was amazed by how much more grown-up she looked then she had at the interview, only six weeks prior. His memory of her had been a young woman, dark hair tied back in a conservative ponytail, eyes hidden behind thin-rimmed glasses. Her white blouse had been freshly ironed, and her black skirt modestly ended below her knees. She conducted herself well throughout the interview and Ryan had welcomed her aboard enthusiastically.

The Katie who stood before him now was dazzling. Her hair hung freely down past her shoulders, shining even in the dim office lightning. Her eyes were no longer hidden by glasses, the brown orbs radiating warmth and eagerness to please. She wore the company green polo shirt, but it seemed to be a size too small for her ample breasts, as they bahis firmaları seemed to strain at the material. Her black skirt fell several inches short of her knees, which were unclad by stockings, unlike most of the other female staff members. Her legs looked incredible, leading down to a pair of black high heels. She stood waiting for him to speak, her denim bag slung over her shoulder, ready to go home.

Yes, Ryan thought, a good dressing-down is exactly what I’d like to give her. He then berated himself and pushed the idea firmly away. He dragged his eyes away from her body and looked her in the eyes.

‘Yes I did. Come in Katie, take a seat.’

She nervously made her way into his office and sat on the chair opposite him, putting her bag on the floor next her and crossing her legs, which caused the skirt to rise up another inch. Ryan readjusted himself and told himself to behave. At nineteen the girl was over ten years his junior, but his stiffening cock didn’t seem to care. He cleared his throat and tried to remember the speech he had planned out.

‘Mr. Matthews,’ Katie intervened. ‘I’m sorry I’ve been late the last couple of Mondays. I’m studying externally at SAU, part-time of course, and the weekend is when I get most of my course work done. It’s coming up to the end of term, so I’ve got assignments due, and I’ve been staying up later then I should to try and get them finished. Come Monday morning I’m racing around because I’ve overslept. I’m really sorry Mr. Matthews, I know it’s inexcusable, and you should definitely dock my pay for the times I have been late. I do work during my lunch breaks to try to make up for my lateness, but I understand that it’s not the same. I promise I won’t be late again.’

It had all flowed like a well-rehearsed speech, one that she had been agonising over for some time. She had taken responsibility for her actions, was looking at him with such sincerity that he felt bad that he had been planning to tell her off. He sighed.

‘Just don’t make a habit of it, okay Katie? You’re a brilliant young woman. I’d hate to lose you.’

Katie smiled sweetly at him.

‘Thank you, Mr. Matthews. I won’t let you down.’

They both stood up and he escorted her to the car park, locking up behind him. He looked around as they walked, trying to keep his eyes off her firm arse and smooth legs, but they always ended up back there.

‘So,’ he said, searching for some small talk. ‘Are you going out tonight, or straight home?’

‘Straight home I’m afraid. I’ve got a five thousand word essay due on Thursday that I’ve got to get finished.’

‘Working all day and studying all night? You must have a very understanding boyfriend.’

‘No, no boyfriend. Guys my age don’t interest me much. I prefer men with a bit more maturity.’

He stopped just as they reached her car and tried not to think too much about what she had just said, but he couldn’t help noticing the way she blushed as she fumbled for her keys.

‘Thanks for walking me to my car, Mr. Matthews,’ she said as she got in her car. ‘See you tomorrow.’

Ryan watched as Katie pulled out of the company car park and gave him a little wave as she drove off.

Oh dear, Ryan thought as he walked to his own car, not good.

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Ryan paid much closer attention to Katie over the next few days. She arrived early each morning, and greeted him with a special smile which had him ducking behind objects to hide his arousal. He was glad he had forgotten to speak to her about her skirt, as watching it slide up and down her legs throughout the day was a pleasant distraction from the mind numbing repetitiveness of his job.

Julie seemed in high spirits after he had taken her advice and spoken to Katie, as if his taking her advice further assured herself of her own importance. She made a point however looking inauspiciously at Katie’s skirt whenever he was around, in a kind of stage whisper to him. Ryan tactfully chose to ignore her. He found that not only was Katie a beauty, but a brain as well. She was articulate, well read, imaginative and inventive. She single-handedly reorganised the filing archive filing into a coherent system, while assisting the other staff members in any way she could. The customers seemed to love her too, and she would happily chat with them and see to their needs while she was on reception, keeping them engaged and satisfied while they waited for their appointments.

It was with great surprise therefore that on Friday of that week he walked out of his office to find Katie crying her heart out, being consoled by the female staff members while Ryan’s lead property manager had a rather loud diplomatic conversation with someone on the phone. He was heartbroken to see her so vulnerable and made his way over to the group as she started to calm down and wipe away the tears.

‘Katie, can I see you for a minute?’ he asked.

He walked back to his office and stood by the door as Katie kaçak iddaa gave the group a watery smile of gratitude and walked inside. He closed the door behind her and got her to sit on the couch. He sat on the opposite end, keeping a much distance between them as he could.

‘What happened?’

‘I’m sorry Mr. Matthews. I was on reception and I took a call from a client. He was … well he was unhappy about the offer he got on his house. Very unhappy. He seemed to think it was our fault, that we were pushing for a quick sale just so we would get our commission. He got a bit abusive…’

She started to tear up again and Ryan sat watching for a moment, trying to fight down his natural urges to comfort her. He slide over a bit and put his hand on her shoulder.

‘It’s okay,’ he said, patting her on the shoulder in what he hoped would be construed as nothing more than a friend comforting another friend.

Katie gave a sudden sob and turned into him, pressing her head against his chest. He resisted touching her further until she started to cry in earnest. He cradled her in his arms and gently rocked her.

‘Shhh,’ he soothed. ‘It’s okay. Just let it all out.’

He waited patiently as Katie got herself under control, enjoying the sensation of her being pressed up against him. Her hands had slipped onto his leg and the gentle rocking was causing her hands to slide up and down his thigh. The perfume of her hair was intoxicating and he found himself closing his eyes and allowing himself to be in the moment.

‘Your heart is beating really fast,’ Katie said with a slight giggle.

She looked up at him from beneath his arms, straight into his eyes. The tears were gone, but her face was still flushed. She shyly looked away from him and he hastily let her go. She remained nuzzled up against his chest and looked back up at him.

‘Mr. Matthews,’ she whispered, and Ryan felt his cock swell in response.

‘Thank you,’ she murmured, as she stretched up and kissed him.

Her lips were soft and gentle, as if unsure of herself. Ryan groaned and took hold of her once more, tangling his hands in her hair as he urged the kiss into something more passionate. Katie readily responded, as if she had been waiting just as long for this moment as he had. He removed one hand from her hair and brushed it along her side, tracing the contours of her body. Katie in turn slipped her hand further up his leg until she reached his cock.

Ryan broke away from the kiss and gasped as Katie unzipped his trousers and felt her way around to under his briefs. She pulled his cock out through the opening and lent over. Grasping it firmly in her hand, she gently tentatively licked the head. Ryan groaned his approval, and Katie continued to lavish his cock with her tongue, flicking it over the tip before continuing with long sweeping stokes over his shaft.

‘Oh Katie,’ he groaned, placing his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing it down, trying to get her to take it into her mouth.

Katie complied and he felt his cock slide into her waiting mouth. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to keep from moaning too loudly. Katie was relentless. Her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically, her tongue continuing to caress his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. He bucked his hips up wildly to meet her, and felt her gag as he ploughed too deeply for her to handle. He held back, but felt her urging herself to take him deeper and deeper into her throat in response to his bucking. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate and was about to tell her so when there was a knock at the door.

Katie and Ryan separated like a shot, Ryan dashing to his chair and Katie to the one opposite him. He straightened his tie and smoothed over his hair, and saw Katie doing the same. She looked extremely red in the face and her eyes were red and teary once more, Ryan immediately regretting being so rough with her. From an outside perspective though it would simply look like she had started crying again from recanting what had happened. He took a deep breath to compose himself and hoped he didn’t look too red in the face.

‘Yes,’ he said, trying to keep his voice even. He looked down in time to realise he had forgotten to zip up his fly, his still raging cock sticking out of it. He pushed his chair further under the desk to hide it is as Paul opened the door.

‘Sorry to bother you, Ryan. I’ve got Mr. Dennings on the line, the client who Katie was talking to earlier,’ he added giving Katie a sympathetic smile. ‘He’s insisting to speak to you.’

‘Okay Paul, put him through.’

Paul hastened back to his desk and Katie got up and followed him. Once she had made it to the door, Ryan called out to her.

‘I hope you learned something from the experience, Katie,’ he said carefully. ‘And just remember that you don’t have to take that kind of thing unless you’re okay with it.’

Katie gave him her special smile and walked away, leaving him to deal with a very angry client, and Mr. Dennings too.

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After a very long weekend, during which Ryan had thought of nothing but returning to work to see Katie, it was finally Monday. She had left dead-on five Friday afternoon, so he hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to her about what happened. He arrived at the office at half past eight to open up, and awaited Katie’s arrival.

At half past nine he was interrupted by Julie tapping on his door and letting herself in.

‘Ten minutes late and she’s wearing the shortest skirt yet,’ Julie snapped indignantly. ‘Obviously your little chat with her last week didn’t do any good. She should be sent home to change into something decent.’

Ryan’s cock stirred to life, safely hidden by the confines of his desk.

‘You’re right Julie,’ he said, nodding in a serious manner. ‘Obviously I wasn’t hard enough on her the last time.’

He suppressed a smile as he thought about how much harder he’d be the second time around.

‘Tell her to hang back again at five. If she’s going to take some of my time, I’ll take some of hers.

Julie nodded approvingly and Ryan followed her out of his office to steal a peak of the offending skirt. He found her at one of the filling cabinets, sorting through some paperwork. Today she was wearing a silky green blouse which hugged her bountiful breasts, and her black skirt only came halfway down her incredible thighs. She gave him a dazzling smile when she spotted him and quickly checked around to make sure no one was watching. She then turned her back to him and slowly bent over to open the bottom draw of the cabinet.

Ryan groaned softly as more of her legs became visible as she lent over. Finally she stopped and he caught a glimpse of lacy black material hiding beneath her skirt. Ryan stood frozen, not trust him to make a single movement for fear it would lead him straight to her. Almost as soon as she had bent over however, she was upright again. A file clutched firmly in hand, she walked back to her desk without a second look in his direction. Ryan quickly returned to his office and hoped the day would fly by.

At five to five Ryan received an expected visit from John Michaels, and old friend from school. He asked Julie to get Katie to wait for him in his office while he talked to Michael in the reception area, trying desperately to get rid of him. Unfortunately John wasn’t making it easy. He was looking to buy, and since he had been friends with Ryan at school, he expected the VIP treatment. Ryan watched as one by one the staff members left, Julie giving him a nod on the way out as an indication that she had done as he asked, and that Katie was now waiting for him in his office. Finally at ten past five he was able to get rid of John, after promising him a meeting on Wednesday and he locked the office door behind him as he left. He did his best to calm himself and not get his hopes up as he walked back to his office. Once in the doorway however, it seemed he was in luck.

Katie was sitting on his desk waiting for him, her skirt hiked up high on her thighs to allow her to have her legs slightly parted. The top two buttons of her silken blouse were undone, revealing the black lace of her bra. She smiled at him coyly.

‘You wanted to see me, Mr. Matthews,’ she said, blushing slightly as she spoke.

Ryan groaned, her demeanour turning him on as much as her body was. He stood his ground, determined to have his say first.

‘Katie, something has to be done about you,’ he said, trying to put as much authority into his words as possible. It seemed hollow as he cock was making his trousers into a tepee, but he continued regardless.

‘Your skirts are not an appropriate length for work,’ he continued, gazing at her unclad legs. ‘Someone else might see something they shouldn’t.’

Katie smiled and blushed.

‘I see your point,’ she conceded.

‘So from now on, can you please wear skirts of an appropriate length, or trousers, while in the office?’

‘Of course, Mr. Matthews.’

Ryan let out a sigh of relief as he prepared to move onto the next issue. He was, however, interrupted by Katie

‘So, since this length is inappropriate,’ she continued, standing up as she spoke. ‘I shouldn’t wear it in the office?’

She reached behind herself, unzipped the skirt and shimmied it down her long legs, stepping out of it when it reached the floor.

She was wearing the tiniest pair of panties Ryan had ever seen. Black lace and sheer black material barely covered her shaved pussy. Her legs, uninterrupted by clothes, looked longer that he had ever seen them, her three inch black heels adding to the effect. Ryan stared brazenly at her legs, finding it incredibly sexy that she was now blushing uncontrollably in response to his unwavering gaze.

‘You know that blouse is rather inappropriate too,’ he said with a grin.

Breaking to a grin of her own, Katie undid the remaining buttons and slid the blouse from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. The black lacy bra was as small as her panties had been, barely containing her heaving breasts which rose and fell deliciously with each breath she took.

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He was an attractive boy when he moved in across the street. Eighteen years old and out on his own. He told me once that his parents had been very restrictive and did not let him date. They were very protective of their son. His name was Matt. He was about 6 foot 2, light brown hair and deep blue eyes that would make you melt. All in all a very nice young man.

I was 25 when he moved in. He was always friendly and would wave, smile, and say hello whenever he saw me.

One day he knocked at my door. I went to answer it and let him in. He was holding a box that had been slit open. He handed the box to me and told me that a package of mine had been delivered to his house by mistake. I thanked him for bringing it to me. I took the box from him and looked down into the box to discover that this box contained my new dildo. It was a life-like dildo complete with a head, veins, and balls. You could even fill it with a liquid and make it cum. My face flushed as I apologized for the mishap and muttered something stupid about women and their needs.

He looked puzzled. He said it was not a problem but was curious as to what this item in the box was. I though he was kidding and let the comment go. He then asked me again what the package contained. At this point I was more annoyed and thought he just wanted me to say what it was and embarrass myself. I finally said it was my new dildo. He asked me what a dildo is. I again though he was joking.

I said it was a cock substitute and he looked confused and I said it was a penis substitute, the thing between his legs. He seemed puzzled and wanted to know why on Earth anyone would want a rubber penis. I told him that although it is not as good as the real thing it helps. He wanted to know what it would help. I told him it would help to make me cum and relieve my sexual frustration. I could see the question form on his face. He next wanted to know what cumming was. I told him it mean having an orgasm. He said he did not know what that was either. My guess was he had never had one or he would have known what it was.

I told Matt to sit down on the couch as I needed to talk to him. I felt it was my responsibility to discuss this all with him. I couldn’t see having an 18 year old living on his own and not knowing some of these sexual basics. He confessed to me that his parents had been very restrictive. They did not discuss their bodies or feelings. He also attended a private religious school where you were punished if anything canlı bahis was told or discussed about the human body.

I told Matt that I was going to ask him some questions that he might find embarrassing but I wanted him to answer the questions as best as he could. He agreed. I asked him if he had heard of the word sex. He said he had and I thought maybe I did not have so much to teach him and he might have been playing along with the innocence. I asked him if he had ever had sex and he blushed and said no. I told him that was okay and he should not be embarrassed. I asked him to tell me what he would do if he were going to have sex. I wanted him to describe to me what he knew about sex. He said sex was about touching and feeling a girl’s breasts and kissing. I wanted to know what else was involved. He said that was about it. I said what about your penis. He blushed and wanted to know what I meant. I asked him what do you do with a penis when you have sex. He laughed and asked what a penis had to do with sex. I thought he really had a lot to learn!! I told him when a man gets excited sexually and things sexual thoughts the penis gets hard and erect. It rises away from the body and points out to the front or up towards the belly. He seemed interested. He said that had happened to him before but he thought he simply needed to go to the bathroom. He had been embarrassed when it happened.

I told him it was nothing to be embarrassed about. I told him that having an erection was the best part of sex because it allows for penetration. I asked him if he know what was between a woman’s legs. He knew of a place to pee and a place to poop but he know of nothing else. I told him there is a special hole between a woman’s legs that is officially called her vagina although guys his age might call it a pussy. I told him other than having a baby this hole is only for providing sexual pleasure and release. He seem interested and excited.

At this point I told him a visual demonstration might be best. I stood up and unbuttoned my pants and removed them. I stood before Matt in my underpants. He was smiling. I slipped my panties down and sat on the couch next to him. I spun around to face him and had him sit cross legged on the couch facing me. I spread my legs apart so he could see what was going on between my legs. I pointed out my urethra opening and continue on down. Next I spread my lips and showed him my clit. I explained that this is a woman’s hot button and it is loaded bahis siteleri with nerves and nerve endings that respond to touch. I told him a clit likes to be touched by fingers, tongues, and penises. I showed him that the next spot was vagina or pussy. I told him that is where a man would put his penis. He had a huge smile on his face. I asked him if he wanted to touch me and he said yes he did. After a couple of touches I started to get wet. I told him this was my positive response to his touches. It meant that I liked what he was doing and my body was getting ready for sex. He was pleased that I liked his touches.

I told him I would next teach him about his penis. I told him to remove his pants and underwear. He quickly did. I told him to take a look between his legs. I pointed out his penis and told him a lot of people call it a cock. I pointed out his balls and other parts of his anatomy. I asked if I could touch him and he swallowed hard and shook his head yes. I gently stroked his cock and it sprang to life. I told him that he had a huge cock. When it was erect it had grown to a length of 8 inches and was a good 2 inches in diameter. I told him he would make any woman happy with that.

At this point I realized there would be no turning back after this. I pulled my T shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. My 38 C breasts produced a big smile on his face. He followed my lead and slipped off his shirt. We were now both naked. I stood up and took his hand and lead him to my bed room. I laid down on the bed and motioned for him to lay on top of me. We kissed and kissed. He reached down and pulled on my nipples. I let out a soft sigh. He moved lower and began kissing and licking my nipples. I though how much fun I could have teaching him about foreplay, oral sex, and all of the other wonders of sex. However, for today I decided that we should get down to business and concentrate on the hard core sex since we were both eager and ready.

I spread my legs apart and told him we were going to have sex. He smiled nervously. I guessed he would not last long. My only hope to delay his ejaculation was that he would be nervous and scared and might be able to go a little while before cumming. I positioned him between my legs and put his tip a the entrance to my hole. Just a couple of weeks ago had began shaving my pussy and I am glad that I did because it make it easier to see what was happening. I told him that we would discuss birth control another day. WE did not have bahis şirketleri to worry about it today because I was on the pill and he was a virgin. But we would need to discuss pregnancy and disease another day. I pulled my lips apart to give him easy access and told him to go ahead and slip his rock hard cock into me slowly. He eagerly did so. I told him to keep pushing it in until it was all the way inside. I spread my legs wide and feel him entering me. I began to realize that I might be the one who would not last long. I moaned softly as he pushed his way inside. He was so big and filled me up. I kept saying how good it felt. I told him to feel free to talk or make any noises he felt like. Once he was all the way inside I explained that he would move his cock in and out of my vagina. He could twist and swivel his hips and produce great feeling for both of us. I told him that as we got more into this and got going he would move his cock hard and faster into me. He just smiled and nodded. I could tell he was really enjoying this. We kissed and he fondled my breasts.

He began pushing into me slowly but steadily. I moaned and smiled at him. Gradually he picked up the pase. I told him he was doing a great job. He kept saying it feels soooooo good over and over. I told him we would keep doing this and at sometime we would both cum. When our bodies could not take anymore build up my muscles would contract and I would feel great pleasure and his penis would contract and send out sticky liquid called seaman. He said he would not wait and it not want this feeling to ever end. I told him I agreed.

We began to bump and grind together. He slid his cock into my soaking pushing over and over. He was really good at this. As the moment built he moved faster and harder. We were now both grunting and sighing. We were both in heaven. I told him to keep pumping away.

Afer about 4 minutes of very intense sex I told him I was cumming. I told him to stop stroking me and lay very still to feel my orgasm. I came like I have never came before long and hard. I told him you did that to me and it feels great! This was all it took for him to spill his load as well. His balls drew up close to his body and his rod stiffened as he sent 5 blasts of hot sticky seaman into me. He was screaming in ecstasy.

He pulled out and I told him it would take a little before he would be ready for more but when he was I would be more than ready.

The day ahead was long and I knew we would spend the day in bed bumping and grinding our way to many more orgasms.

After all he had soooo much to learn. There was oral sex, masturbation, different positions,…. I smiled as I thought about all of our future lessons.

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If you’d told me I’d have phone sex with the woman of my dreams on the day I met her, I’d have thought you were nuts.

If you’d told me I’d fall in love with her before even meeting her, I’d have simply laughed at you.

If you’d told me I’d have sex with more than 20 women in the three weeks between talking to her for the first time and actually meeting her – all with her blessing – well, then I might have been speechless.

Then I would have laughed at you and called you nuts.

I guess that’s why we’re not usually informed of the unbelievable things that are going to happen to us before they actually occur. They’re just that – unbelievable – before they happen.

Oddly enough, this whole thing happened because of perhaps the most innocent thing you could ever imagine.

**********

It was a simple phone call to my mother.

I did this every now and again – call my mom at work in the middle of the day. No Oedipus complex or anything; I’m just very much a momma’s boy, and since the Marine Corps had stopped dipping its bucket into my well three days ago, I didn’t have a lot to do. I figured giving my mom a call would be as good a way as any to kill five minutes.

After all, I was sure she would welcome any break from ensuring that the specialized taco flippers of the world were properly compensated for their single-digit IQ efforts.

Only, my mom didn’t answer the phone at the Taco Bell office building, and neither did Betsy, the middle-aged woman who worked down the hall from her. Instead, someone new answered.

“Taco Bell offices, this is Kelly, how can I help you?”

The voice instantly stunned me. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, croaked out something that didn’t even remotely resemble English, and then coughed.

“Hello?” the voice said again.

This time I cleared my throat, so as not to sound like a moron again.

“Hi. Sorry, didn’t expect anyone to answer the phone that fast, and my mouth was full.” It was a blatant lie, and she probably knew it. This wouldn’t be my last conversation with her, but it would be the last lie I told her.

Well, almost.

“It’s okay. What can I do for you?”

The voice struck me again, but this time I was prepared for it. I didn’t think she was trying to sound sultry, but it was working either way. She could have been an operator on one of those sex lines – yeah, I know, most of those are men using voice changers, but still – because her voice sounded that good. No hint of an accent, so I guessed she was a native.

“It’s Kelly, right?” I said, hoping to get myself back on solid ground.

“Yeah. Who is this?”

“Hi, Kelly. I’m Brad Carver.”

“Related to Linda somehow, I’m guessing?

“That I am. Is she around?”

I was a bit surprised someone besides my mom or Betsy answered the phone.

“Actually, she’s in a meeting right now. I can take a message for her, though.”

“Are you a new person they just hired over there?”

“No, actually I’m an assistant manager at one of the stores. I was just in the office to pick up some things, but the whole staff – Linda, Betsy, Ron, everyone – they all went into a meeting. I’m off today so they asked me to watch the phone.”

“Ah. Lucky you,” I replied. “Well, I’m Linda’s son. Was really just calling to say hi for a few minutes. I’m kind of like you – I’m off today and I’m bored.”

“Well, I was going to take a message for her, but you can keep talking to me until they’re done. It shouldn’t be too long now.”

Nice. A come-on, maybe?

“Sounds like a plan.”

“So, Brad, you know what I do. What do you do to be off today?”

“I’m – actually, you’re sitting at my mom’s desk, right?”

“Yeah.”

Even just one word, a simple “Yeah,” was stirring something within me. This woman sounded smoking hot – yes, I know, that meant she was probably hovering around the 400-pound mark and would probably stop a rhino dead in his tracks with a glance, especially if she worked at Taco Bell. Still, there was a chance she looked as good as she sounded, and if she looked even half that good, she’d be gorgeous. So I figured I would see what I could do. After all, I’d be home in a few weeks, and I had nothing immediately lined up as far as.. physical arrangements went.

“Turn around and look on top of the large bookcase behind the desk.”

I knew my mom kept a picture of me back there. And not just any picture – the picture from boot camp, when I was wearing Marine Corps Dress Blues. I had yet to meet a woman who saw that picture and didn’t start drooling.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Is that you?”

“Yeah, that’s me in the uniform.”

“That’s all I can really say. Wow.”

I was in, at least from a physical standpoint. Good to know.

“I’ve gotten a bit bigger since then, in all the right areas, and I’ve grown a mustache and a goatee as well.”

“I thought you couldn’t have those in the Marine Corps.”

“Mustaches yes, goatees no. But I’ve been on terminal güvenilir bahis leave for four days now, and I’ve decided I’m not shaving around my mouth ever again. I swear, I could get shot in the heart and not lose as much blood as I have from razor cuts over the last four years.”

That got a laugh out of her, and I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she sounded when she was laughing. Once again, I know – voice and face seldom match.

“What’s this terminal leave you said you were on?”

“We get 30 days of paid vacation a year. My contract is up in early July, and before I get out, I have to either take all my unused leave, or they pay me for it. But with all the extra allowances I get for being in my chosen job field, it’s better financially to just take the leave. So I’ve been pretty much out for four days now.”

“Are you coming back?” Was that a hint of hope I heard?

“Yes, I’ll be back in a few weeks. I leave here Thursday morning.”

“It takes you that long to drive from.. where are you anyway?”

“San Antonio, Texas. And no, it doesn’t. I’m making quite a few stops along the way.”

“Like where?” I’d gotten in a few of my destinations before I heard some noise in the background, and I could clearly hear my mom’s voice and also Ron, the operational director of the offices.

“Sounds like they’re done,” I said when I finished telling her about Sumter, South Carolina, and how I was going to visit family there.

“Yeah, they just let out. Let me get your mom,” she said, and I tried to get her attention, but the phone dropped before I could get a word out. A few seconds later my mom picked up.

“Hi, Brad.”

“Hey, mom. Sounds like a busy afternoon.”

We chatted for a few moments, but I kept tabs on the background voices. I heard Kelly and Ron talking, and then I heard Kelly telling my mom to tell me to have a safe trip. I wasn’t quite done with her, though.

“Mom, can you get Kelly back on the phone for a second?”

“Why?”

“Well, I was telling her about my trip, and I told her I was going to Pittsburgh. She said she’d been there, and I was going to ask her about some spots to hang out when you guys came out of the meeting.”

I tried not to lie to my mother, either, but it seemed like a better idea than the truth right then – “Mom, I’m trying to fuck one of your store managers when I get home, but she gave you the phone before I could close the deal.” In this case, what she didn’t know would definitely not hurt her.

“Ok.” She told Kelly I wanted to talk to her, and I heard her say “Me?” before picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi. I heard you telling my mom to tell me something, but there’s no reason you can’t tell me yourself.”

“Well, yeah. I was just telling her to tell you to drive safely and have a nice trip.”

“Heh, well, I’d planned on doing that anyway, but I’ll definitely try even harder for you.”

We shared a chuckle, and then the moment got awkward. I figured she might try to hand me back off to my mom so I went ahead and said my piece.

“Listen, Kelly. I really liked talking to you, for the five minutes we got. I’d like to meet you when I get back to town. What do you think?”

I figured, hell, worst-case scenario, she laughs and gives me back to my mom and I never see her again. Best case – at least I thought it was best case at the time – I had a date in a few weeks.

It just so happened that this was my lucky day, one of the many I would have over the next few weeks.

“I’d like that,” she replied, and then she did me one better. “But I don’t want to wait that long.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to, either, but with a bunch of concert and game tickets purchased and several hotel rooms reserved, I couldn’t back out.

Before I could form something coherent, she read my mind. “I’m going to give you my cell number,” she said. “Give me a call sometime while you’re on the road.”

Nice. Didn’t even have to ask, although I would have had she not volunteered. “How ’bout I do even better than that?” I asked when I finished scribbling her number in my notebook.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

“What are you doing tonight?”

**********

Even as I sat at the table and listened to Chuck, Jerry, Adrian & Co. murder the latest hard rock hit with their dueling pianos, there was one feeling in particular that crept up on me and threatened to take over.

It wasn’t excitement, though under the circumstances I guess it could have been.

It wasn’t worry, though with an uncertain future and a few financial hurdles left to clear, it probably should have been.

Hell, it wasn’t even horniness, despite the hot Puerto Rican waitress who had practically been begging Russ, Chad and I to take her home from the moment we walked in.

No. I was tired.

Five years in the Marines had drained me almost completely, and the few ounces of energy I had left were being diverted to the drawing breath department. It was Wednesday night, and between türkçe bahis packing, the moving company and trying to tie up loose ends before I left, I hadn’t slept since Sunday, and even then just an hour or two.

I’d spent more time in the gym earlier today than I’d slept in the past week.

Yep, the sleep monster was coming, and it wasn’t stopping till it rendered me comatose. I wasn’t arguing – I had a seven-hour drive tomorrow, and trying it without sleep would be pretty stupid at best. I would have probably passed out on our table if Chuck hadn’t picked that moment to tell the whole bar my story.

“You know,” the bald, slightly chunky black man said from behind the black baby grand piano, “we here at Howl At The Moon appreciate everyone who walks through the door. But we especially appreciate our regulars. The guys and gals – and assorted others – that come in here night after night and listen to us and have a good time. We thank all of you for not having lives.”

That drew a laugh, even from me, but Chuck was far from finished.

“But there’s one guy here tonight who outdates even me. This man has been coming in here since before any of us up here on stage even worked here. Three and a half years, ladies and gents.

“But now, after five years of working his ass off for the United States Marines-“

That of course, drew cheers. I was silently plotting ways to kill Russ and Chad for selling me out.

“-this guy is leaving the Alamo City tomorrow morning, and we want to send him out in a way that we reserve for only our most loyal customers. So Brad, you already know what’s coming. Get up here.”

Everyone applauded, but I felt like complete shit. Getting up on stage and singing “I Touch Myself” in an octave that would challenge Mariah Carey was not on my to-do list. But I was on the spot now, and I had to come through.

I climbed up on stage and grabbed the mic.

“All right. Before we start, I’d like to say that I’ve been through hell in the past week, and I’m not really feeling up to this. But, you know, it is Chuck asking.”

I turned toward him and continued.

“And over the past 3-plus years, I’ve probably tipped ‘ol Chuck enough to put at least two of his illegitimate kids through college, if not all three. So, what’s one more favor for a friend, right?”

Chuck laughed and began hammering the keys. Despite my oncoming exhaustion, I did as I was told and put on a pretty dang good show. I kept my voice as high as possible and did all the hand movements I thought were necessary. I basically compiled a greatest hits collection from all the guys and girls I’d seen do this over the years. Toward the end of the song, I walked up to where Chuck was playing, cupped my crotch and rubbed the back of my hand against his shoulder right as I hit the final “I touch myself.” He laughed it off, while most of the bar patrons shouted and cheered. A couple even tossed $1 bills at the stage.

When I got done, everyone cheered. Over the next two hours, I didn’t have to pay for a beer – and beer was about all that was keeping me awake. I was in one of those sleep-deprived hazes, where things are just kind of happening around you and you’re almost semi-conscious. I’d lost Chad and Russ shortly after my singing performance – I was just sitting at the bar now, letting people come up to me, kiss me on the cheek or shake my hand depending on sexual orientation, and give me beer.

Sometime around closing time – I think – either Russ or Chad put a hand on my shoulder and told me it was time to go. I offered no arguments – I had to be on the road around 7 a.m. that morning, or right around five hours from then. I chugged the rest of the beer in front of me, threw a $20 on the bar for a tip, and stumbled out of the bar after them.

The hot Puerto Rican waitress was hanging all over Chad, and there were two other girls walking with us, too. I knew I would have absolutely no energy to mess around when we got home – one of the other guys was just going to have to double-dip. I was sure neither of them would mind, and I figured it was a safe bet they’d be awake and still going at it when I woke up at six to shower for the first of many, many days of driving.

The car was designed to seat four, or maybe five if everyone in the back seat was small, but since there were six of us, someone had to sit on my lap on the way home. I didn’t even care – as soon as my butt hit the seat, I was out. The girl on my lap could have started giving me head on the freeway and I’m not sure I’d have noticed. Maybe if she was really talented.

**********

When I next opened my eyes, the car was stopped in front of what was about to be my old apartment building. The girl was still on my lap, and she grinned when I woke up.

“Up for a little fun?” she asked me in perfect English. In reality, it was probably slurred as all hell English, but since I was sloshed as all hell, my translating abilities matched up perfectly with her speaking ones.

This one was blonde, bubbly, güvenilir bahis siteleri well-built and probably about as dumb as the seat belt I had strapping me in. Such women were usually prime targets for sex, but like I said. Not happening tonight.

“I’d like to, but I can’t,” I said, and she frowned. “I’m exhausted, and I gotta drive in the morning. But I enjoyed the ride home, anyway.”

She giggled. “As bad as the roads are around here, I basically just gave you a 20-minute lapdance, and I didn’t even get your name.”

“Brad Carver,” I said and offered up a hand that might have been misinterpreted in the Castro District. I was so tired it just kinda hung there.

“I’m Kelly,” she said, and I smiled feebly back at her. The name bounced around in my beer-soaked brain for a minute, though, and it finally swam through the Miller Light to the surface.

“Oh, shit,” I said.

Kelly.

My mind immediately shifted back to the phone conversation I’d had that afternoon. I remembered how much I was looking forward to another one, and I instantly perked up.

“What?” the girl on my lap asked, confused.

“Nothing,” I said, and opened the door next to me. No one else was in the car, and I didn’t even hear any noises, so I guessed Russ and Chad had left this particular Kelly in the car to wake me up while taking the other two into the apartment.

She slinked off my lap, grinning toothily at me as she did. She even licked her lips, which I thought was a bit over the top considering I’d told her nothing was going to happen. I slid out of the car and shut the door and immediately headed for the apartment.

“You’re certainly awake now, soldier,” she said, and I cringed a little. Marines were Marines, Army guys were soldiers. Marines had nothing against the Army folks – for the most part, anyway – but we didn’t like being called one.

“Actually, I’m not, hon,” I said as I opened the door. Kelly gasped at what we saw – I might have been surprised except A) I’d seen it a handful of times and B) I expected something like this anyway.

Chad was on his knees next to the couch with the Puerto Rican chick bent over in front of him. Her skirt was still on, but her white lace panties were around her knees. Her ass could have been made of caramel – it certainly looked good enough to eat. Or at least melt and drizzle over some apples. I didn’t know why I had these kinds of thoughts, but they made me laugh out loud. I wouldn’t mind getting me a taste if I didn’t have other things on my mind.

She was giggling as Chad buried his face in her pussy, but I knew she’d soon stop laughing and start moaning. Almost on cue, I could see Chad shift his tongue directly onto her clit, and she let out one of those long, low moans that went on for most of a minute.

Across the room, Russ was sitting on the edge of the dinner table, his pants and boxers just a memory as a redhead knelt in front of him, taking his cock about as far as she could down her throat. Russ wasn’t that big – maybe five, six inches at most – but this girl still couldn’t deep throat him. I chuckled at what she’d think when she saw Chad’s dick or if she saw mine. I couldn’t see anything but the redhead’s back, but I thought I remembered a pretty hot redhead hanging around us when we first got to the bar. Knowing Russ, she was at least a little attractive – the man had been known to turn down naked women lying in his bed if they didn’t meet his standards.

Russ grabbed the redhead’s shoulders and started fucking her mouth, making Kelly gasp.

“Wow,” she said.

“Ever done anything like this?” I asked her.

“I’ve never even seen anything like this,” she replied. Her face was flushed – from the alcohol or just from being turned on, I’m not sure. Probably both. “Have you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“I’ve done it.”

She just looked at me, almost in awe, or so my drunk ass thought.

“Five or six times, at least.”

She just gasped again and turned her head back to the action. Chad had the waitress bent over the couch now and was quickly pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy as he tongued her asshole. Chad’s black fingers repeatedly pounding into the pink pussy surrounded by the mocha-colored skin made me think of dipping a chocolate bar in a cup of coffee. He was spanking her ass cheeks every so often with his left hand. I figured it wouldn’t take long before that girl was adding another wet spot to the couch, and I knew it wouldn’t be long till Chad was dipping an even longer and thicker chocolate bar in there.

The redhead had gotten off her knees and was now laying on the dinner table. She’d taken everything but her panties off, and Russ was straddling her chest. I saw now that she was rather well-endowed – a C cup at least, with probably somewhere around a 34 chest size. And she was pretty attractive, or so my beer goggles told me. Russ was slipping his cock in and out of her cleavage, making sure her red hair was lying everywhere as he did so. He grabbed her neck and held her face up so he could hit her lips with his cock every time he pushed forward.

Russ noticed us watching.

“You guys going to join us?” he asked without preamble.

I smiled. “Not me, man. I’m fucking beat.”

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“Cherry Tart” is a follow up story to my first submission, “Calamine.” So, if you haven’t read that one yet, please do! There’s a good amount of character development and detail in this, so it takes a bit to get to the steamy parts…but the hot stuff does come. I promise 😉 Also, this story is set in Mississippi during the mid-1970’s, so you’ll notice all the references to eight track tapes and old (but awesome) rock bands and bad décor. And, keep in mind, the English isn’t supposed to be proper. I tried to have fun with dialect. Hope you all enjoy the second part of Ginny and Emmett’s hot little tryst!

*****

October

Ginny pressed her warm temple against the cool glass window of the truck. It wasn’t quite full dark yet, and a sharp sliver of crescent moon hung white against the falling twilight. Out past the football fields, along the edge of tall trees behind the school, there were still traces of color in the sky. A faint smolder of amber and ashy violet bled into dusk, fading like watercolors. The air was crisp and smokey as it seeped in through the truck’s cracked window, and Ginny took in a long breath, watching the clouds’ pale hues slowly darken to indigo.

Autumn had arrived, quiet and sacred, turning all the southern fields to raffia. The thick summer air had finally thinned, and the moths had stopped circling the porch lights. Every roadside farm stand now offered stout, gnarly-skinned pumpkins as their fare, and apple cider had replaced sweet tea. Evening fell by six o’ clock, and the whole town went sleepy and hushed in early darkness. Up and down the streets, backyards had become quiet havens of crimson and gold, while dried, restless leaves tumbled along wooden fences and darted across front lawns. They rose and fell like breathing things in the silent corners of empty schoolyards and back alleyways.

Ginny listened to the haunting cry of a train whistle in the distance as two cheerleaders clad in tight sweaters and red pleated skirts passed giddily in front of their parked truck. The crowded football field had cleared out, and groups of teenagers gathered together in little huddles around the school parking lot. Most were dressed in frayed bell-bottom jeans and t-shirts branded with faded letters. Kiss. AC/DC. Pink Floyd. Some wore nubby woolen sweaters or jean jackets to ward off the chill, while others stood shivering in only thin cotton, their arms drawn up tight to their bodies. In an hour’s time, they would be lazing around in back bedrooms and musty garages, passing thick joints from hand to hand until they were burned down to nothing.

“I think Tina’s nose has gotten bigger.” Cora looked out through the dirty windshield, her eyes settling on the shortest of the two cheerleaders. Tina Durant was thin and bow-legged, but her breasts were famously large. Her long dark ponytail bounced cheerfully as she walked. “She must lie a lot.” Cora smiled over at Ginny, letting out a quick snort.

“No. It’s all the blowjobs. Jiz has a boatload of growth hormones in it. Don’t you know?” Belle didn’t look over at them as she said it. She just kept her eyes fixed on Tina, who smoothed down her red skirt and tightened her ponytail, unsuspecting.

“You just made that up.” Cora looked over at Belle then, and a moment later, the three of them burst out laughing.

Ginny sat in the warm, idling pickup truck, drinking Boone’s Farm wine with Annabelle Lane and Coralee Cooper. Over the summer, they had become three peas in a pod, a Monday, Wednesday and Friday night staple as they served up ice cream and french fries at the local Dairy Queen. Since May, they had become inseparable, their unlikely friendship blossoming quickly. Even Wayne Wimbly, their bald, portly manager, had teasingly nicknamed them chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. One brunette, one blonde and one redhead. Making friends had never come easy to Ginny, who had always been a painfully shy only child, but with Belle and Cora’s keen sense of adventure, her small, quiet world had suddenly opened.

“Drink up.” Belle passed the bottle of Strawberry Hill to Cora, who downed a long, dramatic swig, belched, then passed the bottle to Ginny. “We gotta get rid of it.”

Ginny turned the pink bottle skyward and swallowed hard, feeling the cheap wine slip warm and rot-gut sweet into her belly. She looked over at Belle and handed back the empty bottle, smiling.

Annabelle and Coralee couldn’t have been more opposite. The former was a Southern fried beauty who had a face that made men stop in the street and a figure that left their wives slack-jawed and green with envy. Her lithe, lanky ease and shimmering blonde mane made her one of those lucky girls who had the world at their feet, the kind who seemed destined to grace the cover of Seventeen Magazine. In the summertime, Belle never thought twice about traipsing down back dirt roads in just a string and triangle two piece and a pair of bright rubber flip flops. All the boys would whistle and catcall from the open windows of their dirty old trucks and yell out to her at the top of their drunken lungs. canlı bahis şirketleri “We fuckin’ love you!” She would just turn around and blow them kisses, content to display every bit of her dewy, flaxen beauty. Belle loved making all the boys pant like rabid dogs at the sight of her long, curved-up body, and she had once told Ginny, as they’d sat eating Popsicles on the crooked front porch of the Lane’s old plantation house, “I swear, boys are so easy. Just give ’em some boobs to look at, and you can pretty much have ’em crawlin’ ’round on their bellies, just itchin’ to please you.”

Cora, on the other hand, was a wild-ass tomboy. She was a better shot than any whisky-guzzling man in town, and she loved to fish. In fact, the summer before, she had won a local contest for snagging the biggest trout on record, knocking old Dell Whiting off the first prize podium he had held for six years. Cora’s thick red-brown hair was forever in a mess of snarls and tangles, and her deep hazel eyes were always on the lookout for the next beer keg bonfire down by the Indigo River. She smoked Lucky Strikes like her daddy, and every night, when she crawled into her unmade bed, Cora snuggled against a slobbering old hound named Cash. He was her one true love, and she called him her boyfriend. Whenever Ginny phoned up Cora to ask what she was doing, she would always get the same response. “I’m just sittin’ here with my boyfriend.”

Earlier that night, Annabelle’s older brother Robbie had gone out drinking with his dim-witted friend, Fletcher. They had peeled out in Fletcher’s brand new, cherry red Z28 Camaro, abandoning Robbie’s old truck, and that had been some good news, because after a round of teary-eyed begging and pleading, Annabelle had gotten her daddy to cave in and fork over Robbie’s keys. She had gotten permission to drive his pickup to the Friday night football game out at Boone High School.

It was a baby blue 1968 Chevy, and it already had its fair share of chipped paint and rust. The tires were caked up and crusted over with a thick layer of red dirt that could never fully be washed away, and both the front and back bumpers were a mess of dents and dings.

Ginny, Coralee and Annabelle sat inside on the truck’s long vinyl bench, watching the crowd disperse as they listened to music. Cora sat perched in the middle, leaning over every now and then to rummage around in a box of eight track tapes on the floor near Ginny’s feet.

“I wanna hear ‘Black Dog.'” Cora tossed Barry Manilow aside and made a sour face, wrinkling her nose. “Where did THIS come from?”

“It’s my dad’s…of course.” Annabelle rolled her eyes. “And Led Zeppelin’s in there, bitch. You just gotta look past your nose.”

Belle’s Virginia Slim had nearly burnt to the quick, and she took one long, last drag, flicking her ashes out the cracked window. A cloud of steel gray smoke collected in front of her as she exhaled slowly, and Ginny watched her pale blue eyes, the curl of her done-up, feathery black lashes as they roamed over a mill of people climbing down from the tall metal bleachers. She wore Maybelline lipstick in a bright red shade called ‘Cherry Tart’, and earlier, before they had walked out the door, Belle had reached over and slathered the same harlot’s balm onto Ginny’s full, bee-stung mouth.

“That color looks wicked hot on you, Ginny. It brings out your ‘fuck me’ lips.” Annabelle had handed her a white tissue and told her to blot.

“My what?” Ginny had felt a small giggle rise up from her belly.

“You got ‘fuck me’ lips. You know…the puffy kind that makes boys think you’d be good at suckin’ cock.”

“Oh my God, Belle! You are so crass, I swear.” Ginny had looked right into Belle’s clear blue eyes, and they had both cut up laughing.

“And you ain’t no fun.”

“How would you know? Maybe I am.” Ginny’s freckled face had caught fire, and she had wanted to eat her words, to take them back immediately.

“Oh, really? Well, praise Jesus! Miss Ginny Goodman does think ’bout them things. Now I see you’re just a dirty little birdie like the rest of us.” Annabelle had closed her marred-up bedroom door then, leaning back against it. She had stood in skin-tight jeans and a slinky blue t-shirt, her arms crossed defiantly, egging Ginny on.

“Say it!”

“What?” Ginny had done her best to hold back a growing smile.

“Cock!” The raunchy word had echoed across the old pine floors as Annabelle had yelled it out shamelessly, and Ginny had put a small hand over her mouth.

“No way!” She had pressed her lips together tight and shaken her head back and forth in protest.

Ginny had stood in the middle of Annabelle’s wild, bohemian style bedroom then, remembering the smooth, heavy feel of Mr. Cooper’s stiff part, swollen up big in her tiny palm, how she had worked him up and down eagerly, how he had made a warm, beautiful mess all over her tender belly. His cock.

“Say it!”

“No!”

“See. No fun at all.” Annabelle had given Ginny a bored little sigh, rolling her baby blue eyes in exasperation.

“Here.” canlı kaçak iddaa She had pressed the gold tube of sultry red lipstick into Ginny’s small hand.

“Take it. And put it to good use.”

“Really? You ain’t gonna use it?” Ginny had been tongue-tied and full of envy. Even with summer almost a month gone, Belle’s cover girl skin had still glowed sweet and sun-kissed in the dying light of early evening. Ginny had watched her friend run a pink Goody brush through her long goldenrod hair, and a moment later, Bell had flipped her head over and shaken out her thick, buttery locks. When she had finally stood upright again, she had leaned in close to the gold framed mirror above her cluttered dresser and taken a good long look at herself. With pursed lips, Belle had turned to the side, and Ginny had been more than jealous of the way she had filled out her snug little t-shirt like a Playboy centerfold.

“I got so many I think I can spare it. Besides, I stole it from Clement’s Drugs, so I ain’t out a dime, dirty birdie.”

“I ain’t no dirty birdie. Why you keep sayin’ that?!”

Ginny had felt her face grow hot again as she had thought on Emmett Cooper and the deep stroke of his tongue, how it had circled warm and steady against her most tender place. He had seemed downright famished for that soft, swollen-up girl part of hers, like he hadn’t been able to get his fill. He had given her slippery little cleft nothing but ceaseless attention from the moment he had pulled her white cotton panties down her slim legs.

A month had passed since that sweltering night on the Coopers’ big plaid couch, and still, Ginny would lie awake in bed at night, thinking of his hot mouth, and the way he had licked at all the warm, damp honey between her legs. The memory of it always made her restless, and she would toss and turn in her daisy printed sheets, pulling a pillow over her head in frustration.

“I can see it in your eyes, Jezebel. You’re thinkin’ dirty thoughts right now, even as we speak.” Belle had given her a sly smile.

“You’re a real piece of work, Annabelle Lane.” Ginny had just rolled her eyes and smiled, but her mouth had remained buttoned-up tight.

As they sat in the small, dusky parking lot, Ginny remembered the gold tube of lipstick that Bell had given her, its tacky, shimmery label reading, ‘Cherry Tart’. She felt around for it in the pocket of her red sweater. It was still there, warm against her fingers, and she bit back a little smile.

Cora suddenly pulled out a black eight track tape from Robbie’s box and held it up high. “Hot damn! I found it, ladies.”

She fed it into the open mouth on the truck’s dashboard and pushed play.

“Told you so. Well, put on ‘Black Dog’ already. I like it best.” Annabelle spoke it like a true queen bee, lighting up another long cigarette with her pink Bic.

“Keep your panties on. It’s the first track.” Cora rolled her eyes at Belle, and they sat listening until Robert Plant belted out, ‘Hey, hey mama…’

“Oh my God, look!” Cora suddenly pointed to a square, shiny something tucked half-way under Robbie’s cardboard box, the one filled with brightly colored eight tracks, crushed beer cans and one filthy looking white t-shirt. She reached down under the mess and retrieved a tiny golden packet.

“Looks like Robbie’s gettin’ laid good in this truck.” Coralee waved it in front of Ginny’s dark eyes with a big, knowing smile on her face. “It’s a rubber!”

Annabelle feigned a little gag, as if she were about to wretch.

“Please. I can’t even think ’bout my brother’s little pecker burrowed up inside some backwoods floozy.” Belle took another long drag off her cigarette and blew it out slow. “I guess it must be that mustache he’s growin’. Porn style facial hair makes all the chicks come a runnin’, don’t you know it? It’s like a regular ol’ fuck magnet.”

Annabelle’s voice rang with disgust, and Ginny was suddenly swept up in another fit of laughter. She loved Belle’s dirty mouth. It could put any drunken sailor to shame.

Belle reached across Cora and passed Ginny the rest of her cigarette. She took it from between Belle’s slim, painted fingers and drew in a deep drag. It brought a wicked sear of heat and menthol down into her lungs, and she coughed.

“What you got against facial hair, Annabelle? You don’t like all that redneck scruff?” Cora looked over at Ginny, and a silent smile passed between them. They both stifled their laughter.

“Yeah. What’s wrong with a little fur?” Ginny said it without thinking, and Cora and Belle busted up laughing.

“Fur? What the hell, Ginny? Sounds like you’re talkin’ ’bout some other place. Somewhere south.” Cora gave her a quick shove on the shoulder, and Ginny turned crimson.

“What? That’s what my mama calls it. You know…beards and stuff.” Ginny gave them both a bashful smile, shrugging her shoulders up and down.

“Your mama’s a weird ol’ lady.” Cora let out a snort, and Annabelle pulled a bad face.

“I swear, you two whores act like you’re eight canlı kaçak bahis instead of eighteen.”

“That’s right, Bell. ‘Cause you’re so ladylike and grown.” Cora gave Annabelle a smug smile and put her Converse clad feet up on the dashboard, snatching at the cigarette that Ginny passed over to her.

“Whatever. I don’t care what ya’ll call it. Kissin’ a guy with facial hair is like makin’ out with your daddy. Total barf.”

Ginny went silent with a deep sense of shame. It felt like she had just taken a round of buckshot to the chest, though they couldn’t possibly know the secret hidden up under her wings. She thought of Emmett’s scruff on her bare belly before he had kissed her down there. It had felt wonderful, like the slow drag of brambles across her warm skin.

“Whatever. And you just took the whole “kissing your daddy” thing way too far.” Cora let out a little guffaw, watching Annabelle’s face.

“I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your daddy, bitch.” Belle looked over at Cora, biting back laughter.

“You better not be. ‘Cause I might have to smack you silly.”

“I do like his tattoo, though.” Belle teased. “You know I’m gettin’ one. Soon as we graduate.”

Ginny pictured the faded ink on Emmett’s right upper arm, the shape of it shadowed in the dim heat of the Cooper’s small front room.

“Shut up, Annabelle.” Cora leaned forward and tied her shoelace. “And let’s get outta here, already. It’s cold as hell. You stayin’ over at my house tonight, Ginny? My daddy’s just carvin’ up pumpkins with Travis, so he ain’t gonna pay us no mind. They got a scary movie marathon goin’ on for Halloween, and I got some beers hidden up under my bed.” Cora wiggled her eyebrows up and down, smiling.

“Golly gee! Pumpkin carvin’ and spooky movies and skunky beer? Well, if you throw out bait like that Coralee, Ginny sure ain’t gonna be able to resist it.” Annabelle was only teasing, but Ginny could tell that she was jealous. She wanted to join them but had promised Robbie’s truck home safe and sound before midnight.

“Yeah. I guess I could stay.” Ginny ran her finger along the ragged, bitten down quick of her thumbnail. Her belly was already a mess of a thousand butterflies at the thought of Mr. Cooper’s red-brown hair and sturdy arms, but more than anything, those big hands of his, rubbing soft and teasing down between her legs.

Ginny looked over at Cora, then out at the white slice of moon. It was partially hidden, veiled behind red and gold leaves, its thin face peeking out at her.

“So, your daddy’s gonna be carvin’ up pumpkins?” Ginny’s heart was a runaway train against her ribs. She felt the throb of it behind her eyes.

“Uh-huh.” Cora reached down and began rummaging through Robbie’s box again. She pulled out Black Sabbath for the ride home. They would listen to the dark, heavy pulse of ‘Iron Man’ while Robbie’s truck flew past endless fields of dried brown sunflowers, their big, bald heads tipped down heavy in defeat. Miles of wrinkled corn and barren cotton would slip by the truck’s open windows, whispering in hushed tones, while now and then, the red glow of their flicked ashes would drift out into the cool night air.

“My mama usually carves up the pumpkins, but she’s workin’ down at Ruby’s tonight. She ain’t gonna be home ’till mornin’.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Mighty Mouse. What I just tell you? Quit jumpin’ on the couch. You’re gonna crack your head open on that table.” Emmett looked over at his six-year-old son, Travis. He was dressed in the makeshift Halloween costume that Lucy hadn’t quite finished sewing together yet. Right then, it was just a pair of mouse ears covered in black felt, a crooked red cape, and an old yellow t-shirt that his wife had stitched with the letters MM in a bright, madras plaid. “You wanna spend Halloween gettin’ stitched up at the hospital?”

“Daddy, I ain’t gonna need no stitchin’ up. You’re just tryin’ to scare me some, but it ain’t gonna work ’cause I know better.”

Travis was a live wire. He kept picking through the big red candy bowl on the counter while Emmett turned a blind eye. Lucy had set the bowl out a day or two early, and he could see how it had been a mistake to let Travis’s little hands have free reign over all that chocolate. His small body hummed with a raging sugar buzz, and he flew around the house, jumping from chair to couch to coffee table, then down to their marred-up wooden floors again, flipping his little red cape all the while.

“You’re gonna be real scared if I have to come over there and get you down.” Emmett stood, feigning a stern look, leaning in the archway between the front room and their small kitchen. He gave his little boy a narrow-eyed smirk, and Travis narrowed his big eyes right back. Over the past year, he had grown sassier, his head full of cuss words and teenage slang, thanks to Wesley and Coralee.

Sometimes, Emmett felt a deeper kind of love for Travis. It was different than the one he had for his two older children. When his eyes rested on Travis’s thick tangle of red-brown hair, the same unique shade as his own, an ache went all through his heart. Emmett often looked at his son’s wiry little frame, his pigeon chest and jutting ribs, and couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of shame that they had even thought on ending Lucy’s pregnancy six years back.

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I happen to believe that sex in hotel rooms is incredibly hot. I’m not sure why exactly, maybe anonymity, maybe because it’s “neutral” ground or even that there’s very little chance of phones, kids, knocks on the door… Regardless, one of my fantasies involves a hotel room…

We agree to meet there vs. ride together, to enhance the anticipation. I already have a room for us but before we start towards it, I turn to face you for a hug and you kiss me, a super hot, hello kiss and start my body pulsing… At the room, we are still kissing, hot, you’re steering me through the room towards the bed, but you’re stopping every foot or so to take more of my clothing off, button by button and I’m undoing the buttons on your shirt and pants so by the time we get to the bed, I’m in bra and underwear only and you’re in jeans and underwear, no shirt.

You push me on the bed and stand up in front of me and I start to undress you but you stop me. You tell me to lie on the bed. I can see your cock hard in your pants and I want to unleash you and lick the very tip… You produce a little bag, I hadn’t even noticed. You produce a blindfold and start to put it over my eyes. I can’t see what else is coming out of the bag at this point, I just hear rustling. Then in what seems like a long time but really isn’t, I feel your lips on my wrist, little kisses up the inside of my arm and one on the top of my breast, still in a bra. I feel something soft but not fabric, maybe felt or merino wool-like being wrapped around my wrist and then I feel you kissing my other wrist and up my arm in the same way. You take my other wrist and I feel the same unknown texture being wrapped around that one. As I start to move slightly, I realize you have my hands tied together over my head and fixed to the headboard of the bed. Oh this is getting interesting… Just the sensations already running through me as we kissed and undressed each other had me getting wet; now I can actually feel drops of my wetness on the insides of my legs where my pussy lips have been rubbing together and against them.

You pull my panties off, spread my legs wide and start kissing my toes and my instep, then my right ankle as you wrap the soft cuff around it too. I feel your absence, as I lie there with my hands tied over my head and one ankle being secured to the foot board of the bed. I feel your breath moving up my leg towards my pussy, but I can’t feel your touch, just your breath and they go down my left side ending with your lips kissing my toes. I feel you pull that ankle to the side also and internet casino I am starting to drip with excitement. I feel you lifting my hips into the air and I feel a pillow being placed under my lower back – pushing my legs apart even more and making me feel that they’re tied. Not in an uncomfortable way, but definitely secured so I’m not going anywhere until you’re finished with me. This is HOT! All you’ve done is “secure” me and blindfold me and I am on the edge of orgasm, anywhere you touch me could be the place that pushes me over the edge. You’re loving it! To have such power over when I cum or IF I cum, excites you too. You can feel your rock hard cock trying to bust out of your underwear and jeans so you quickly pull them down and toss them aside.

I can’t tell where you are exactly. Sometimes I hear a sound that makes me think you’re one place, but then I hear another sound that makes me realize you’re somewhere else. The anticipation, the wondering what exactly you’re doing, picturing you walking around with your dick sticking out straight – its all winding me up in a big way. I feel you back on the bed again, I assume with play things in hand but I’ll find out right? Before I realize what’s happening, I feel you rubbing your cock on my lips and I open them part way to lick you and suck on the very very tip until you pull it away, then you gently slap it a little over my lips, teasing me as my tongue darts out to taste the pre-cum droplets at the tip of you. Damn you, but at the same time its so hot I literally am dripping. At this point you could nibble my gum-drop sized nipples for all of 5 seconds and I’ll be gushing everywhere! I want you in my mouth. Now. You won’t let me have it though because you know I can cum from giving you head (and always do) and you want complete control of when I get release.

I feel your hands, warm and a little oily starting to rub my body. Over my breasts and stomach, down my sides and around my shoulders, neck and arms. The oil isn’t too oily and it doesn’t smell funky, its clean and nice. You rub my thighs with it, picking them up one at a time and then move down my leg to my calf, around the strap holding my ankles down and then to my foot. Then you move away again and I’m just me, tied to the bed, not sure where you are in relation to me. That’s when I feel it, the very tip of one of your fingers tracing the outside edges of my pussy lips as you gently kiss my neck. YOU DRIVE ME WILD! Oh.My.God.I.Can’t.Stop!! A shudder goes through me as I have an orgasm, just from your touches and canlı poker oyna not even through full penetration. If you had slammed your cock into me, I would have fainted from pure pleasure. Wow, that was a feeling like I haven’t had in a while. I want to cling to you but I’m acutely aware that I’m still tied up. Something tells me the sweet torture is just beginning… and I’m up for it so I hope you’re ready for the need you’ve created…

Your lips in random places on my body makes me wiggle a little, like being lightly tickled only not. I feel your finger tips start to twist one of my nipples – you know how sensitive my nipples are and that you can make me come just by twisting and touching them; you’re such an attentive lover. I feel your arm shift positions, though you haven’t let go of my nipple once. I wonder what you’re doing and before I can even get the thought out of my head, I feel you. I feel your tongue licking my pussy, I have waited for you go down on me and I am delirious! For a moment, I wish you would turn around so I could suck your cock at the same time. Just as I’m thinking about how to get your cock into my mouth, and how hot is is that you could literally sit on me and make me suck it – because I’m still tied up – I’m on the edge of coming again. That’s when I feel your finger again on the outside rim of my pussy, then slowly, you insert your finger in my pussy but just inside, I don’t even think you’re in to your first knuckle, but it doesn’t matter because I’m having an orgasm regardless.

I love this, my new favorite sensation is this – you eating me out while you use your finger to play around the opening, or finger me at the same time. I can’t even explain in intelligent words how hot just thinking about it makes me. It makes me cum over and over and its really nice, wet, slippery lubed up for anything come. I’m lying here tied to the bed, you are having your way with me – and I’m already thinking that it doesn’t matter what you do, I’m up for it. ANY fantasy that you’ve ever had – I’ll fulfill it for you right now. I am 100% open to anything and everything that you want…

I feel ice on my nipples – when did you get ice? – then you running it around my lips (ALL sets) and then you’re gone again… where are you, what are you doing? I can’t hear you, I can’t see you, I can’t even sense where you are in the room – and just as I start to think I know where you are; I feel a dildo and I know EXACTLY where you are, you bring me to the edge, but don’t let me cum and then you’re gone again. Really? This poker oyna is just wrong! You cannot tease me like that, turn about is fair play and I’m going to drive you WILD when its my turn!! But before I can even fully finish that thought, you remove the blindfold and you’re on top of me and pushing yourself deep inside me. The thrusts are amazing and I want to move and throw my legs around you but I can’t. At the same time I ache to touch you, I am completely turned on from the fact that I can’t, that only you can touch me. You positioned everything in just a way that you have great access to really get into a rhythm and you’re pounding my pussy, hitting me in spots that feel amazing.

As I’m climbing again, getting ready to squirt all over you, you lean in and start kissing my neck and I know I’m going to faint. This feels SO GOOD! Your lips move to mine and you start kissing me like you own me, all the while pumping away and you blow my mind. I feel your rhythm change and as we’re locked in one of the hottest kisses ever, I realize you’re going to come and I can’t stop myself. The only reason our lips leave each other is because we’re both crying out! The explosion is one of the best ever. Holy shit, in that moment, you own me. I am so yours in every way. As you lie on top of me, and kiss my neck again softly, lovingly, I am completely spent. I am aware again of the fact that I still can’t move my arms and legs – I feel vulnerable but at the same time completely at ease. After a few minutes, you release my arms and legs and we adjust ourselves on the bed; pull up the sheet, wrap ourselves around each other and fall into a much needed nap…

When we wake up, I take your dick in my mouth to ready you for round two. I can taste us mixed together and it’s an amazing turn on. You groan, head by me is better than you’ve ever had before, and sit up pulling me to the shower. You said the mirror in the bathroom will be in the perfect place to bend me over in the shower so you can see my breasts hang and sway back and forth with every thrust. After you pull out and cum all over my ass, you turn the shower on so we can soap each other up and get ready to leave.

We dress and leave, back to the real world. In the parking lot, as we say goodbye with a kiss that only lovers can share, I tell you that was one of my fantasies, fulfilled completely. You smile and we hug and I get into my car. Just before you close the door, you lean I towards me for a kiss. Your lips sort of grab the corner of my mouth playfully and I start to feel burning in my pussy again… And you smile an impish smile, knowing exactly the effect you’re having on me. You say, we’ll see each other again soon, drive carefully, and close my door. Within minutes, I see your text, asking me when we will see each other again…

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