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Author’s note: This story posted by RedTang is inspired by adventures between two Literotica authors, BlueTang and Ethyllene. Please visit our separate pages for other stories.

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I love my wife’s ass. I always have. Since we first started dating and she shared her liking of anal sex, anal activities have been a part of our sexual repertoire. It started with one of our very first remote “dates.” We lived apart, but we knew from the start that we had a lust for each other that could only be satisfied by orgasming together. Sometimes we did it by text; sometimes on the phone; eventually by video. On our very first phone sex chat, Ava pulled in anal as we talked and touched ourselves.

“I know you want more anal. I want you to do something,” she said, “and I don’t want you to say no. Trust me. It’ll be OK.”

I was nervous, but said OK.

“Go get your toothbrush from the bathroom.” I did. “Now I want you to take your lube and lube it up. And then I want you to slide it into your ass.” I followed her directions. It slid in easily, as my ass had taken bigger vibrators before. But I could feel the hard, unyielding plastic pushing on me from the inside. “Good boy. Now stroke your cock. I’m thinking of your ass with that toothbrush in it. I know it feels, good, doesn’t it?” I told her it did. “Good. I’m touching my pussy. I wish I was there to play with your ass myself, but this will have to do for now.” I could hear her breathing heavily. “Now move it around. In and out.” I complied, telling her how it felt sliding in and out of my tight asshole. “Uh huh. I can imagine you there, with your legs spread wide, one hand on the toothbrush, the other stroking your hard cock. It is hard, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s so hard,” I whispered, trying to balance the phone by my ear while using both my hands on myself. “I have a lot of precum too.”

“Oh you do? Dirty boy. I want you to taste it for me.”

“OK,” I whispered, and moved my hand up my cock like I was squeezing a sponge, pushing the precum up the length of my shaft and out. Scooping it up on my thumb, I brought it to my mouth, licking it, tasting the salty, slippery liquid. “It’s salty.” I heard her breath catch.

“I’ll bet it is. Good boy, Hank.”

“Now I want you to taste yourself too.” I heard a small gasp, followed by a soft, “OK.” I heard some rustling sounds, and I imagined her running her finger up her slit and lifting it to her lips.

“I’m so wet,” I heard.

“How do you taste?”

“Mild. I taste good.”

“I can’t wait to taste you. I want to slide my tongue deep in you. To taste you. I want to eat you until you come.”

She laughed softly. “Maybe you’ll get to.”

We were silent for a moment, each concentrating on touching ourselves. I propped myself so that the toothbrush would stay in me without perabet me holding it, putting pressure on my prostate. I brought both hands to my cock, one stroking, and one playing with my balls.

“I’m getting close,” I murmured.

“God, me too,” I heard Ava mutter. “Is the toothbrush still in you?”

“Yes. I can feel it.”

“Good. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes… Ava, I’m about to come…”

“Yes, me too, come for me, come with that toothbrush in you,” Ava was breathing heavily, almost panting. “Oh, I’m gonna… I’m… Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming…” Ava’s words put me over the edge, and my cock pulsed, shooting come up in air, landing on my belly. I pulsed again, and again, my spasms finally slowing. The head of my cock became too sensitive to touch, and I gave a final run of my hand up my cock to force the last of my come out.

“That was good baby,” Ava said after a minute. “Do you still have your toothbrush in you?”

“Yes,” I said. I’m still recovering.”

“Good,” she said. “Take it out and throw it away. You can get another one at the front desk tomorrow.”

That was our first anal play together. We had many more. We each liking taking a butt plug, and often had them in while we fucked. Our plugs matched in size; mine black and hers pink. And if Ava wasn’t in the mood for sex, she would sometimes put a plug in me and jerk me off. Usually, that session would start with her fingers invading my sphincter, first one, then two, getting me ready for my 1 ½” plug.

Ava always loved insertions as one of her fetishes. She liked to take different objects in her pussy, seeing what fit, and seeing what felt good. We started with bathroom items like my hair brush. When we were travelling, found objects were very exciting, like a hotel shampoo bottle, slid into her until only the cap was visible. When we were playing at home, we used kitchen utensils. Like our cooking spoons, which I would slowly push into her until the end of the long handle touched her cervix and she gasped. The handle of a rolling pin. The smooth metal handle of a whisk, which made her come as the coolness slid into her hot, wet pussy. And sometimes tools – the handle of different screwdrivers, from smallest to largest, stretched her as she held her pussy lips open for me to see her holes. The metal shaft gave me something to hold as the handle disappeared all the way inside of her, reaching all the way to the back of her pussy. As we played and she became excited, the penetration became deeper, and I could slide them in and out, hitting the back of her pussy as she rubbed her clit until she came, squeezing her legs tight together around her pussy, trapping whatever object we were playing with inside until she could uncoil and I could slide it out.

Knowing of Ava’s object fetish, I took perabet giriş pictures of my ass for Ava. But not just any pictures – pictures of my ass with something inserted in it. I took a medium sized screwdriver from the same set that I had used to fuck Ava, and took pictures with the handle inserted in my asshole. When she saw the picture, all she said was “You dirty boy, Hank. Your ass is definitely ready for something else.”

We had anal sex the first time we met – multiple times in one weekend, in fact. The first time we made love was unbelievable. I remember the feel of sliding into her, how good it was to stroke inside her. Ava’s pussy was hot, and tight, and smooth. And when I came deep inside her, I swear I could feel my come filling the depths of her pussy and splashing back to surround my cock head with heat. And our second time making love was just as good, and anally. We knew we wanted to, and Ava’s ass was hot and ready without much preparation needed. Lubing my fingers, I played with her tight opening, sliding in one finger and then two to loosen her. But Ava quickly got up onto her hands and knees, and told me, “I’m ready.” Lubing up my cock, I placed the head against her asshole and pushed gently. Her ass opened almost instantly, and the head pushed inside. She made a small noise and I paused, until she whispered, “keep going.” I pushed in a little more, and pulled back before pushing forward again. My cock was throbbing as I got progressively deeper into her. Like her pussy, Ava’s ass was hot, and slick, but her anal opening was tight around the base of my cock. It didn’t take long for almost the whole length of my cock to be inside her ass.

I began to slide in and out, and as Ava began to moan, I began to push harder and deeper into her. My hips were hitting against her beautiful ass, my cock deep in her. I could feel my cock swell as I worked on getting enough friction to come in her ass. Ava’s ass was not as tight as her pussy, but it was oh so hot, and she took me as deep as I could thrust. I slowed to pull almost all the way out, and slid back in to the hilt. Ava moaned loudly again, and I repeated the motion. It was almost too much, and I began to fuck her ass faster, and harder. She was pushing back against me, trying to force me deeper inside, and heard her say, “Keep going… Yes, yes, come in me, I’m there..”

A few more strokes, and I began to come too. I pushed as deep as I could into Ava as my come burst into her ass, pulling out a little only to push in again as I pulsed, and pulsed again. Ava thrashed under me, pushing back as I pulled out, keeping my cock inside her as I rocked back and forth. I collapsed on top of her, my hips tight against her, and she collapsed to the bed under me. I lay on her for a minute, my cock still inside her, with both of perabet güvenilir mi our breathing slowing until I moved and my cock slid out of her with an audible pop. We lay nestled together, until Ava kissed me and led me to the bathroom to clean up.

I didn’t get to lick Ava’s ass until the second or third time we met. Licking Ava is my favorite fetish. I love the musty smell I approach her ass, kissing her buttocks and working my way to her center. I love spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered hole, watching it pulse as she tightens with excitement to me looking at her. And I love using my tongue on her. I start by gradually working toward her opening, sometimes licking in the crack of her ass, sometimes just my planting kisses closer and closer to her hole until I’m breathing on it. I trace my tongue in a circle, running around the rim of her anus. I can feel her ridges as I run my tongue it around first one side of her asshole, then the other. I could lick Ava’s asshole for an hour.

After licking over her hole, I always want to push my tongue deep inside. Ava’s ass is always tight, and my first forays to penetrate her never succeed. But as I continue to lick around and over her asshole, I can gradually force my tongue further into her. First it’s just a little. But as I push, I can feel her stretch a little, and then my tongue feels like it’s starting to go into her opening. Her ridged outside transitions into the velvety- smoothness inside her anal ring, and I can feel that softness against the tip of my tongue. After pushing in, I’ll return and lick around her ridged rim, and then return to push my tongue into her further. I can feel her opening to my tongue. But my tongue never seems hard enough to get too deep into her tight hole. Trying is always fun, and I’ll lick and push my tongue in until Ava gets too turned on. Then she pulls me up and tells me it’s time for me to fuck her ass.

Licking Ava’s asshole always loosens her enough for my cock to slide directly into her ass. When she is warmed up like this, Ava will push back against me and I will slide right in, this time quickly. Once my head is through the tight inner ring of Ava’s ass, it will only take 2 or three thrusts until I’m deep in her and I can begin to fuck her ass at the same pace I would her pussy. Ava always gives out a long, low moan as I slide into her at the start, and will sometimes even whimper as her ass stretches around me and as I begin to move back and forth, but she never wants me to pull out. When she’s ready, I’ll press her down to the bed, pinning her hips as I thrust the full weight of my hips onto her, my cock pushing hard, going as deep as I can manage as I thrust into her. It doesn’t take me long to come when I do this, and Ava will come too as I force her against the bed under me, having an anal orgasm that she says is totally different from her other orgasms.

I’m a lucky man, especially when Ava whispers to me, “Don’t you love it that your wife loves you so much that she lets you fuck her ass?” I tell her yes, and plan for the next time.

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I was watching TV, but the hot, sticky day was getting me down. I walked past Daddy’s bedroom and felt cool air coming out from the doorway. I looked in and saw him lounging naked on his bed, reading a book, attempting to offset the unbearable heat by having the ceiling fan blowing cool over his nakedness. I felt the coolness as I walked into his room. This was his way of keeping cool.

“Hi Daddy. It’s cool in here. What are you reading?” I asked him.

“Hi Pet, it’s just a paperback I found on the bookshelf. It’s too hot to do anything else,” he explained unnecessarily. He was propped up against the bedhead by three pillows allowing him to sit comfortably to read his book. He made no attempt to cover his nakedness, but I didn’t expect that he would. My brother and I were taught not to be ashamed of our nakedness, but to accept that nakedness was a natural part of living together.

I sat on the side of the bed with him, looking at his naked body and admiring the muscles on his hairy legs. “Do you want something, Pet?” he asked. He always called me Pet, although my name is Jean.

“No. It’s cooler in here than in the lounge room. Can I stay here with you?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I guess so. Where’s your mother?” he asked.

“She went to the swimming centre with Irene.” Irene was our neighbour and a close friend. She and Mum often went to the swimming centre on hot days to cool off, but from what Mum tells me there is more to it than keeping cool. They both like watching the men in their skimpy trunks and try to guess how big their dicks are, she once told me. I must have looked rather disapprovingly when she told me, because she followed up with, “Jean, don’t look like that. It’s harmless fun and something to do when you stop for a break. Swimming is exhausting.” Of course, I could not share information that with Dad, I have no reason to cause trouble.

As I talked with Daddy, I lifted my legs onto the bed, now lying parallel to him, feeling his hot body against mine. “Why don’t you take your dress off, Pet, you’ll be cooler,” Dad offered.

“Daddy, I have nothing on underneath. I’ll be naked,” I told him.

He smiled his big smile at me and said, “Pet, I’ve seen you naked a million times since you were born, so what?” I laughed at his exaggeration, but I would be cooler, even though it was only light cotton.

“Yes, I would feel cooler without it,” I conceded.

“Besides, let nature’s natural air-conditioner keep you cool. It cools the moisture on your skin and makes you cool,” he explained.

I pulled my dress off over my head and resumed my position on the bed beside him.

“My, how you have changed, Pet. University has turned you into a woman, and a beautiful one at that, no less.” I didn’t know what to say, so I kissed him on the cheek. I turned onto my side facing him and rested my head on my elbow. He was still reading his book; my breasts were now lightly touching his body. I idly ran my finger through the curly hair on his belly and watching to see if his cock made any movements as I got closer to his pubic patch with each finger movement.

Daddy closed his book and placed it on the bedside table. “What are you doing? Is this why you came in here?” he asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and answered,

“Maybe, but I do like the coolness of this room. Why? Does it bother you?” I asked him.

“No. Quite the contrary, it is lovely having you so close and being able touch you and to smell your body. But don’t you think it is wrong now?”

“No. Why should it? I am still your daughter, although somewhat older than I used to be. I just like being with you. My main reason for being here was to get cool like you are doing,” I told him truthfully.

My fingers did make a difference; his cock was straighter now, but not stiffer. “I know you like me being here, your cock says so.” Dad laughed and quipped,

“Perhaps it can also see how beautiful you are, too.” I laughed and kissed his cheek again. I repositioned myself and put his arm behind me and rested my head in the crook of his elbow and went back to drawing circles in his pubic hair, each circle getting closer to his cock.

My finger reached his cock and when my fingers gently encompassed it became really big and hard. I slowly stroked it, watching his foreskin slip back just enough to expose Daddy’s darker pink knob. Without me saying anything I felt Daddy’s free hand encompass one of my breasts and gently squeeze it. God, it felt good. I liked it, but I didn’t tell him, I just kissed his cheek. It was the first time he had done that and I liked it, probably a little more than I should have, but it felt so good. I didn’t think he was rude or dirty, just my loving daddy.

I pulled his head closer to my breast and I felt his tongue go to work on my nipple. Emboldened by this move by Daddy, I started to stroke his cock in a more rhythmical motion. I know he was enjoying it because he pulled the pillows out from behind his head and allowed himself to fall flat on the casino siteleri bed, spreading his legs ever so slightly, tacitly giving me permission to continue my slow stroking.

“Do you want me to make you cum now, Daddy, or do we play around before that happens?”

“Whatever you want, Pet, it feels great.” There was a long pause before he said, “It’s been a long time since I felt like this; I can tell you.” He fell silent and just watched as my hand moved slowly up and down on his rigid shaft. I was hoping that he was getting pleasure from my work.

I looked at his face and saw contentment, so I asked him if he would like to finger my pussy.

“Do you think we should go that far, Pet?” He waited for my response, but I didn’t know what to say, doing this was new to me – with Daddy, I mean. I thought about that for a moment then took his hand and pressed it against my very wet slit. “My god, you’re wet!” He sounded surprised. I don’t know what he expected in the circumstances, but I responded casually,

“It’s not every day a girl gets to jerk her Daddy off and to feel his fingers in her cunt at the same time.”

He was silent for a moment, he raised his head to glare at me then asked rather angrily, “Where did you learn that word, Jean?” I think I shocked him. I hoped it was just his surprise at hearing his little ‘goody two-shoes’ acting out of character, so I set his mind at rest,

“Three years of university gets a girl more than a diploma.” I tried to make light of his obvious discomfort, but he looked into my eyes and said, “I just hadn’t expected to hear it from you, I guess.”

After a pause, he asked, “Do you talk like that in front of your mother?”

“No, I have no reason to mention it in front of her, if that’s what you want to know.” I replied.

“I guess not, it’s just that I had never thought this lovely situation between us would ever arise.” he said.

I moved my legs apart just enough to encourage his fingers to penetrate my womanhood. Two fingers found their way between the folds and inside me. I noticed his breathing had increased, so I felt it was time to get more serious. I stopped stroking his cock and used my hand to stimulate his ball sac. “Go easy, Pet, you’ll make me cum. This is all new to me. It’s been a while since I have enjoyed this much attention.”

“What? Doesn’t Mum do this to you?” I asked with surprise. He shook his head negatively. “That’s sad, Daddy, I thought it was a regular thing for married people to do, so why not you?”

“As you get older you will find there comes a time when the notion fades and getting sleep becomes more important. You’ll see.” I felt sad for him and eased off on the squeezing to turn and face him squarely,

“Well Daddy, is there something you would like me to do for you? Just name it.” I waited for his response and it came. “What about a sixty-nine? I haven’t had one of them since Mum and I got married,” he admitted, sadly.

“OK, I’m up for that. It will be fun,” I assured him. I thought back to when I last did it. A night in first year of uni came to mind, in Kevin’s car near Piermont Lake. It had been a hot day, just like today. What a strange time to reminisce about my first sex experience with a classmate.

I moved up onto my knees, turned around and moved one leg across his body. I made sure he could see my vagina as I slowly took up the reverse position. I lowered my body close to his face and felt his hot breath on my labia. “Go on Daddy, started licking,” I encouraged him.

I adjusted my position to suit him and lowered my tits onto his belly and sucked his rigid cock into my mouth. I was tightly pressed against the contours of his body to give him the treat of his life. My hand found his cock and the synchronism with my hand and my mouth on his cock became a smoothly orchestrated symphony, matched with the gentle attention of Daddy’s fingers and tongue in my most sensitive area.

As we were enjoying each other, I remembered Mum telling me about one day at the swimming pools when she and Irene were chatting to two men in the pool, holding onto the side in the deep water, when one man directed Mum’s hand to his cock which he had pulled out from the leg of his swimming trunks. The man’s friend saw what was happening and he did the same for Irene. I recall Mum saying when he came, she watched the milky stream float away from his cock and he said, ‘thank you’ to her. I thought if Mum can have fun with another man Dad deserves some fun too – with some-one who truly loves him.

I could feel him getting closer to coming, I was deciding if I should let him cum in my mouth or on his legs. I could feel his tongue rimming my butt-hole which is a great feeling. I don’t remember Kevin ever doing that. No-one else has ever done it before, but I liked it. My orgasm was getting close and I think Daddy knew, but I told him anyway, “Daddy I’m going to cum,” and I did, just as I tasted his pre-cum and took my mouth away and watched as he spurted his sticky, canlı casino creamy fluid three times onto his thigh. My body had a beautiful spasm as my orgasm washed over me and left me weak.

I didn’t move off him, I fell flat on top of him, resting my cheek on his leg, watching his expended cock slowly ebbing away to limpness and his fluid thinning out as it drizzled over his legs. He didn’t seem to want to push me away either, there was just silence, except for our heavy breathing and the sound of his tongue licking my hairy pussy.

After what seemed a long time, I felt his fingers exploring inside me again. I didn’t move, I was enjoying his attention no matter how it was displayed. He had missed out on so much, I felt it was up to me to help him catch up on lost time. It was too hot to do anything more strenuous.

When he stopped fingering me, I moved off him. “Daddy, can we do this again and next time we can fuck? Would you like that?” Daddy nodded and smiled at me; his mouth moved to speak, but no words we spoken. I think I shocked him again. I returned to lying beside him again and pressed my tits against his chest. “I really enjoyed that Daddy. Thank you,” I told him and l kissed his cheek.

“Me too, Pet, me too.”

All the next week we had the same oppressive humidity, day and night. I attended my university lectures on two days and used the other days to do research in the university library, which was pleasantly cool. As I walked into the reading room, I saw Carmel Rogers, who commented on the heat outside.

“The only reason I am wearing panties today is to prevent myself sticking to this leather upholstery,” she offered without cause.

“Yes, me too,” I agreed, “thank God for the aircon in the car, at least it blows a cool breeze on my pussy while I drive home,” I explained to Carmel. She nodded in agreement and smiled.

The end of the week had finally arrived and on Friday night, I was unwinding and trying to forget the oppressive heat that was still with us. Australian summers seem to be getting worse, I mused. Daddy came home and called out, “T-G-I-F,” to which Mum and I laughed.

“Yes, indeed,” Mum responded, as she took a cold beer from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

The evening passed as we watched TV with a large fan circulating air across us. Anything to take our minds off the heat. We were all wearing the minimum of clothing to get cool air on our bodies.

When Saturday dawned it was cooler, but Mum announced that the forecast for today will be hot, just like the previous days. “Are you and Irene going swimming today, Mum?” I asked.

“If it is going to be hot, we will, I am sure. Irene enjoys my company at the pool,” she said.

“Good for you,” I responded. It was a spontaneous response. Mum spoke up,

“Yes, those huge shade sails keep the sun off the pool most of the day, but do allow the breeze to pass underneath. It can be quite pleasant under there,” she explained.

As midday approached, I heard Mum taking a shower and went to chat to her. As I entered the bathroom, I noticed that her reddish pubic hair had been trimmed, so I commented on it,

“Mum, when did you start trimming your pussy? I thought you liked it au naturel?”

“I’ll show you why when I finish here,” she told me.

I didn’t have long to wait before she showed me. She dried herself with a towel and pulled on a new one-piece bathing suit that had the highest cut crotch wedge I had ever seen. “If I didn’t trim it, imagine how many straggly hair ends would be obvious to the other swimmers,” she explained. “I wouldn’t want them to see that. I used your dad’s beard trimmer attachment on his electric razor. It did a good job, don’t you agree, Jean?”

I looked at her and as our eyes met there were those girly giggles that signal that we both know what was going on here. “So, you are going out with Irene again today? Is that it?” I asked her.

She nodded and gave that special smile that only girls know about.

Later, I watched as Mum left in Irene’s car then shut the front door. Dad was in his bedroom wearing only a pair of underpants, just enough to cover the cause of the bulge underneath them.

“Mum’s just left with Irene, Dad. We are alone again.” Dad looked up at me and patted the bed with his flat hand to indicate that I should sit there.

I was wearing a long, loose shirt and only a pair of scanty briefs underneath. Dad watched as I set myself down close to him. “Will I take my shirt off now, Daddy?” I asked him with a hint of mock innocence in my voice.

“You will feel cooler, it is another scorcher,” he confirmed. I pulled my shirt off revealing my undies and my rounded tits. I looked into his eyes for some clue as to what he was thinking. He was looking at me closely, which I liked.

“Are you going to take your undies off, Dad? If you do, I will take mine off too.” I told him.

“You can take them off for me, Pet,” he suggested. I pulled at the elastic waist and saw Dad’s body lift kaçak casino enough for me to slide them over his buttocks and saw his manly hooded penis stand up.

“Would you like to help me remove mine, Daddy?” I asked him, just for fun. He smiled and sat up waiting for me to get closer to him. He was so gentle, as if he were peeling a soft fruit. I raised my hips and lifted my legs into the air, so he had a full view on my two orifices, one covered in a reddish tinge hair, just like Mum’s.

“Did you like that, Daddy?” I asked him. He nodded. I saw his hand reach out to touch my pubic mound. I remained motionless as I watched his hand move closer to my pussy. I opened my legs and felt two of his fingers enter me, so gently and so caring. I enjoyed the new, warm feeling that washed over me.

“This is wrong, Jean, we shouldn’t be doing this. You are my daughter,” he reminded me.

“Yes, daddies don’t do that to their daughters, but ‘fuck buddies’ can. They are special friends, with no romantic inclinations,” I told him.

“What are you talking about? You are not making sense. What’s a fuck-buddy anyway?” he asked.

“It’s a special friend you can have. Not a boyfriend or a girlfriend, just a friend to have when you need a fuck. It’s no good if you are an ‘item’, that’s a love relationship. Fuck-buddies do not want love; they are just … well … special friends to ease the stress of study.” My explanation was sketchy, but I have never needed to explain it before. Every-one I know knows what they are and just accept them as a necessary part of life.

Dad stared blankly at me, before asking, “What?” I could see he was confused, so I tried to explain that it is a 21st Century thing and not from the 20th Century, which is why he doesn’t understand it.

“Let me explain it this way. When I want a fuck, I call Kevin, he is my fuck-buddy and we meet somewhere for a coffee or a beer, then we fuck. After that we say goodbye and we both head off to our homes. That’s the best part, Dad, no commitment, just a need fulfilled.” I could see he was thinking.

Dad remained silent before asking me, “How many times have you been intimate with this Kevin, Jean?” I looked at him, thinking he still hadn’t grasped the concept, so I answered him as best I could.

“Are you asking me how many times I have fucked with Kevin?” Daddy nodded. I answered, “I have no idea, we don’t keep count. It’s something we do because we feel like we need it. “How any times have you had a drink of beer in the past month?” I asked him.

“I don’t really know; I don’t keep count. Maybe about half a dozen, I don’t know,” he admitted.

“That’s my point, Dad, you don’t need to know. You have a drink when you feel like it. I have a fuck when I feel like it. Kevin has a fuck when he feels like it. He has a fuck-buddy somewhere.”

“So, you think it is all right, if I am not your father? Is that it?” he asked, obviously still uncertain of my rationalizing.

“Exactly. That’s correct. Now that I know you and Mum don’t do it, I am guessing you would like to do it more often, but you do not have anyone, so let me be your fuck-buddy. It’s that simple, Dad.”

In the following silence I moved down his body and started to work his cock to hardness with my mouth and fingers. I heard his sighs and now I knew he needed a fuck-buddy. I moved back up the bed and whispered in his ear, “Was that good? Do you want me to keep doing it, or is there something else we could do?”

He pulled me on top of him and moved my body so my pussy was over his now rigid cock. I pressed my cunt against his upright shaft and directed it to my slit, but not in it. I held it against my partly open pussy lips and rubbed up and down on his dick making it wet. Sort of vaginal masturbation. When I felt his legs go rigid, I stopped and asked him if he liked it. Of course, he did. All men do. I have found that out from experience.

“Now, do you want to fuck me from on top or do we do it cowgirl style?” I asked him. There was another silence. I could see he was unsure of his ground. Well, I was in the cowgirl position, so I offered to do it while I was in this position.

“OK, if you want to. If you think it is all right,” he said, unconvincingly.

“Dad, as I have already told you, you will not be the first, so you won’t hurt me, so don’t over-think it. You are not even my number two, that is Richard Cleveland, but I promise you that you will enjoy being my number three fuck-buddy and I will enjoy being your number one fuck buddy. OK?” He seemed happy to be on my list, but I am sure he still hasn’t fully grasped the concept.

I raised myself up enough to slide his cock into my slippery hole and to start my ride on his cock in the cowgirl position. He watched my face as I rocked back and forth on his cock; each time making sure his cock was getting a full, long stroke inside me. He reached up and grabbed my tits with his hands and started kneading them gently.

I reached behind me and started kneading his balls and a while later there was a gasp from Dad as he released a full load into my pussy. I felt the hot pulses and I kept riding him slowly until I was sure he was drained and his cock had slipped out, back to its flaccid position.

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I saw Cathy a couple of times after she’d left but then gym ‘life’ returned to it’s normal, fairly uneventful routine of most people just coming in and doing their work-outs without even saying a word to anyone else.

There were a few ladies who used to be quite pleasant to look at but no-one who caused me anywhere near the same ‘problem’ as Cathy had when-ever she used to wear her skin-tight leggings.

This all changed, however, after about 18 months.

I was half-way through doing some stomach crunches when I saw a lady I hadn’t seen before, although it was clear she must have worked out a hell of a lot.

‘She’ must have been in her late 30’s or early 40’s (I was nearing 43 at this stage), and was only about 5’3″ or 5’4″ tall. Her fair hair was shoulder-length, cut in a frizzy, bob style and which framed her attractive looking face.

It was her trim, highly toned body, however, that really stood out – verging on being muscular and not what I would usually have found particularly attractive but, coupled with a very firm looking pair of breasts and the cutest, pert bottom I think I’d ever seen, she was certainly very sexy.

This petite lady left the gym half way through my work-out and I didn’t think any more of her until the following week when, shortly after arriving I was doing shoulder exercises at one of the central work-out stations, when she suddenly appeared directly opposite me.

I tried not to gaze too obviously at her but this was made very difficult as she’d obviously only just arrived and started doing numerous stretching exercises, only helping to emphasise what a stunning, flexible body she had.

She was wearing a skin-tight black sports vest which gave an inviting glimpse of her deep cleavage, without being too showy or over-the-top. She was also wearing figure-hugging black leggings, just flaring out at the bottom, which made her small bottom look stunning from behind.

Our eyes met briefly and she gave me a pleasant, friendly smile and half-nod as if acknowledging that we’d seen each other before and then reached down to pick up one of the spare handles lying on the floor.

As I watched, she stretched up to try and reach the handle which was already on the apparatus but, because of her height, she couldn’t quite reach it to pull down.

Stretching like this made her bust thrust out and upwards as she wavered on her tip toes, and it was tempting to leave her like this so I could enjoy my prime view a little longer but, seeing an opportunity to act gentlemanly and engage in a conversation with her, I was just about to move round and offer my help when one of the very large, muscle-bound guys who seemed to be there all the time beat me to it.

“Let me do that for you love,” he said somewhat patronisingly.

“Thanks,” was the not overly enthusiastic, reply.

“Do you need help with anything else?” the hulk continued in a leery sort of way, casually leaning against the station as if presenting himself for her inspection.

“No, I’m fine,” I was pleased to hear the almost frosty reply.

“Well, if you do, you just have to ask,” he continued, pausing as if he was just going to stand there but then realising that she was waiting for him to go before starting her exercise.

As he finally moved away she clearly breathed, ‘arsehole’ and then realising that I must have heard she mouthed, ‘sorry’ to me and shrugged her shoulders

I just smiled and nodded my head as if in agreement, causing her to grin broadly as we both momentarily looked at each other before continuing with our exercises.

As we then stopped our sets at roughly the same time she moved round the station towards me and said, “I’m sorry, but he is an arsehole.”

I grinned at her and held my hands up saying, “You don’t have to convince me.”

She looked up at me, not saying anything but appearing as if she was in thought.

“Do we know each other?” she finally asked.

There were several replies that flew through my head but not wanting to also be called an ‘arsehole’, I truthfully replied; “No, I don’t think so.”

“I just feel as though we do. I saw you looking at me the other day and was fairly certain I knew you but couldn’t think from where.”

“No, I don’t think so and I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be staring at you, certainly not in an ‘arsehole’ sort of way, anyway” which, I was pleased to see, made her smile.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve just got this aversion to those meathead types. No, you were looking at me as though you thought you knew me.” As I’d thought originally, her face was pleasantly attractive, and she had a wide, inviting mouth but it was her body that made her so appealing. She took a swig out of her water bottle and, as she arched her head back, I briefly imagined kissing at her slender neck down to her impressive-looking tits, but then snapped out of it and paused before carefully replying;

“Sorry, I suppose I’ll have to just confess that in a ‘meathead’ sort of way I was bedava bahis just looking at you admiring what great shape you are in.”

‘She’ didn’t say anything, just looked up at me, smiling slightly.

“And, to be honest, if I did know you I am 100% certain that I would remember!”

The smile now became very broad.

“Thank you,” she said in what seemed a genuinely pleased sort of way before she turned round to move back around the station.

As she walked away from me my gaze dropped down to her backside, the leggings material clinging to her small and yet rounded bum cheeks and clearly defining her bum crack as she walked.

We both did two or three sets at our respective places and I made a real effort not to look at her too much but I was sure I caught her a couple of times looking at me.

She then reached down to pick up her towel, giving me initially a lovely view of her cleavage and then walked back round the station towards me.

“You know it works both ways,” she started as she patted at her face.

“We women like to have something nice to look at too” she grinned, raising her eyebrow and then subtly nodding as if in appreciation as she quite obviously ran her eyes up and down my body.

I gulped, not quite sure of what to say.

“Why…thank you,” I finally spluttered.

I certainly was still very active and sporty and knew that, for my age, I was toned and slim but it wasn’t every day that I got a compliment from such a sexy woman, or in such a flirty way.

“You’re very welcome,” she grinned, seeming to enjoy my obvious embarrassment, before she turned and moved away.

I was aware that the blood had suddenly gone rushing to my cock, so I quickly walked across to the nearest machine where I could sit and let my now too-obvious erection subside.

As I sat at the chest press my prick had just calmed down once more when the lady, having gone to fill up her drink bottle, walked back towards me.

Coming and standing quite close she then took several swigs from the bottle, standing with one hand on her hip, and there was something incredibly sexy about watching and hearing her gulp.

My cock was now stiff once more and I dropped my arms over my lap to try and cover my embarrassment.

“I’m Lisa, by the way,” she then said, holding out her hand.

“Dean… I..I’m Dean,” I almost stammered, reaching out to her.

Just touching her for the first time made my cock jerk in excitement and it then literally throbbed as we definitely held hands longer than would have normally been expected, just looking straight at each other all the while.

“Very nice to meet you Dean…is that as hard as it looks?”

I immediately panicked, thinking, ‘oh shit, she’s seen my hard-on’ as Lisa had nodded downwards as she’d said it.

“I…um…I…” I struggled to know what to say.

“That machine…is it as hard as it looks?” she finally grinned, turning to walk over to the exercise mats which were positioned 10-12 feet in front of me.

I wasn’t convinced that was what she meant at all, but continued with the apparent pretence; “Oh no, not really, no.”

She was now standing with her back to me, one hand on her hip and her neck stretched upwards as she continued to drink from her bottle, but I could see in the wall-to-wall mirrors in that area that she was looking back at me, watching me watching her.

She seemed to drink for a long time, longer than you would have expected and I did wonder if she was deliberately giving me an opportunity to admire her slim, shapely body.

I made no attempt to begin my exercises, nor to hide the fact that I was indeed just sat there gazing at her.

Finally Lisa pulled over an exercise ball and, turning round to face me, sat on it.

Placing her finger tips on her temple she then spread her legs slightly further apart and expertly began to do some stomach crunches.

I was about to, belatedly, start doing my exercise but the way Lisa was making little, soft grunting noises as she came up from each crunch and looking straight at me all the while just had me transfixed and I, once again, just sat there watching her.

Having completed 10-12 of the crunches she then sat on the ball and, having patted at her face, said; “Your turn.”

I pushed out on the chest press and as I did 12 reps Lisa just sat there watching me.

When I finished she did some more crunches and we repeated this process a couple more times.

Lisa then stood up and pushed the ball back into the corner before walking back to the mat closest to me, looking straight at me the whole way. She then smiled as she turned round and slowly reached down to touch her toes.

Her arse looked absolutely stunning; two perfectly rounded, small, taunt buttock cheeks that each looked exactly the right size to easily grab and massage with one hand.

Lisa now spread her legs slightly and crossed one over the other before again reaching down and stretching her bedava bonus hamstrings.

All I could think of was sliding in-between those pert buttock cheeks and simply sat there once more watching her before I very nearly came in my shorts as she placed her hands on her hips and began to gyrate her shapely backside round in small circles!

I’d been transfixed on her backside but now, as she stopped and started to move in the other direction, I became aware that she was looking at me again in the mirror.

She then stood still, her hands still on her hips but with he feet slightly further apart before raising herself up onto her tiptoes and then slowly squatting down, holding that position and then standing back up. She did this again for 10-12 reps, all the while I was imagining her lowering herself onto me.

Lisa now reached down once more to touch her toes, holding that position for a while before spreading her legs a little further apart and then placing the palms of her hands on the floor.

I let out a low, gutteral groan at this sight, thankful there was no-one close enough to hear.

Lisa now pushed herself back up into a standing position, turned and walked over to me.

“What were you thinking of just then?” she breathed, standing close enough to lean casually against the chest press.

“Um…really?” I hesitated.

“Really” she replied firmly.

I still paused for a moment and then, taking a bit of a gulp and having a quick look around to make sure there was still no-one close enough to hear, took what felt like my life in my hands and said;

“I was thinking of sliding into you from behind.”

I said it quite slowly and throatily, and was pleased with how it came out but then had to cough to clear my throat as I literally paused for breath waiting for her response.

Lisa leant in slightly to me and I wasn’t sure if I should brace myself for a slap in the face but she almost whispered into my ear; “Me too.”

My cock, which had slackened due to the uncertainty of how she would react now jerked and twitched and immediately was rock solid once more, thrusting upwards and throbbing in excitement.

Raising her head back up slightly so that she was right in front me, inches from my face, she looked down at me and for a moment I thought she was going to move her lips to mine. After we’d gazed at each other for a few moments, however, and just as I thought I might succumb and pull her, there and then, down onto me she straightened back up.

I’d moved my towel onto my lap in a rather obvious attempt to cover my massive erection and as Lisa clearly dropped her gaze down to my groin area a pleasing smile appeared on her face.

I was literally aching to grasp her, to grope her, to run my hands all over her but also totally unsure what to do or say next.

“What don’t you go and see if the tanning room is free?”

Just when I thought my prick felt harder than it had ever done, her words and the obvious inclination made it strain even more and I gulped, trying to compose myself and shifting in my seat to try and stop my cock from just exploding.

“I…um, I’ve got a bit of a problem, which would make it a bit difficult for me to go and ask.”

Without saying anything, Lisa looked around and then reached down and raised my towel.

“Looks much more than just a ‘bit’ of a problem,” she breathed, a serious, lustful look on her face which again made me gulp.

“I’ll go and ask, but you think of an alternative if it’s not.”

I simply nodded at her instruction, her forceful, almost desperate tone being a further turn-on, as I frantically thought of any possible, near-by, alternatives.

My mind was a blank as I watched Lisa walk over to the reception desk and, seeing that there was no-one between me and the corridor which led to where the tanning room was, I decided to get up and walk over there, my towel hanging down to cover my embarrassment — which had now softened again anyway, fearing that the room might not be free, that Lisa might change her mind or that it might all be a wind-up.

As I reached the start of the corridor I looked across to the reception area and Lisa caught my eye and smiled, slightly nodding.

My heart, and my cock, jumped and I walked down the corridor and round the corner to where the tanning room was.

Trying the door, which proved to be unlocked, I opened it, had a quick glance inside and then stepped in.

I hadn’t been in this room before except very briefly during my induction when I joined the gym.

Apart from the tanning bed there was a small table and a chair and what looked to be a shower cubicle at the end of the room which I didn’t remember seeing previously.

As I moved down towards the cubicle to take a look I heard the door, which I’d left slightly ajar, close behind me.

Turning, I now saw Lisa had stepped unheard into the room and she was now leaning against the door.

“We have 40 minutes…I booked deneme bonusu it out for me and then said one of my girl-friends was going to have it straight after.”

With that she dropped a rucksack onto the floor and threw two, large, white towels onto the table.

“Now, remind me…what was it you were thinking about?”

With which she simply turned around, locked the door and then pushed her leggings down.

Bending over she stuck that now naked, perfect arse up in the air and placed her hands against the door for support.

“Oh, my god” I breathed, momentarily transfixed at such a glorious sight and immediately concerned that I could come, there and then.

Gathering myself and snapping out of my near trance I stepped forward, desperate to slide into her as I’d imagined, I quite awkwardly but quickly pulled my shorts and the inner pants up and over my straining cock, before letting them fall to my ankles.

I pushed my prick downwards to her and lightly brushed the tip against her crack, that first touch making me literally tremble and causing Lisa to let out a satisfying gasp.

She then let out a further, long sigh as I rubbed my prick-head fully up and down her crack, before placing my left hand on her left bum cheek and gently pushing into her a fraction.

Touching her bum for the first time felt made me sigh, and my hand perfectly cupped and grasped her arse cheek which I gently squeezed and massaged whilst watching my helmet nestling happily in her crack.

Lisa was moaning as she very, very gently wiggled herself against me, rubbing all around my helmet and I could have very easily and happily shot my load just like that.

I also desperately wanted to drop to my knees and kiss at her bare bottom; to bury my face into her slit and her anus, but I knew if I started I wouldn’t ever stop and the urge to fully enter her; to fuck her; to empty my seed inside her; to pump and fuck that so cute backside was even greater — that and the fact that Lisa, looking around with a real look of lust and longing on her face, was urging;

“Come on…fuck me…fuck me…I need you to fuck me.”

I leant back slightly and then guided my erection down and under her, her slit and anus pressing nicely against the top of my shaft as my helmet found its way straight to her entrance

We both grunted at the feel of my tip nestling against her soft fanny lips and then as Lisa raised herself slightly I eased myself into her.

My cock slid smoothly and deeply into her, her fanny feeling quite wet but still very snug and firm around my cock as I grabbed her arse cheeks in each hand, pushing myself into her as far as I could.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yea” she groaned, as we momentarily both held ourselves there before she started wiggling herself back against me, flexing and contracting her fanny muscles against my shaft, urging; “fuck me…come on…fuck me hard.”

Having again been concerned that I might come quickly when sliding into this sexy, toned lady my cock now felt so hard and enlarged and the foreskin had been pulled so far back that I felt wonderfully in control and began to ease back and forth, gradually building up the pace and force that I was banging into her and being able to just concentrate on enjoying the whole sensation.

Lisa was pushing back against me, lifting herself and grunting and groaning in time with my thrusts.

She then reached across and started fiddling with some controls on the wall and I wasn’t sure what she was doing until the sun-bed suddenly kicked into life and it become apparent she’d turned it on to help drown out her noises.

I now moved my hands from her slim waist and placed them both on top of her arse cheeks once more as I smoothly and firmly slid in and out of her, trailing my finger-tips down her spine as she arched her head back and virtually cried out;

“Yes…yes…that’s good…yes…yes…yes…going to come…going to come…going to…”

With which she let out a long and deep groan as her orgasm obviously hit and then seemed to go on for ages and ages.

When she had finally calmed, I thrust into her only a few more times as now, not trying to control myself at all, I felt my cock explode deep down inside her.

As several more pump-loads of come burst from my prick I groaned loudly, arching my back before falling forward to kiss at her firm, slender back as I also reached round to fondle for the first time at her breasts.

It suddenly struck me that not only had I not even yet kissed this woman but, if she now decided that, ‘that was that’ I might not even get to play with, or to suck and kiss at these fantastic tits!

My concern was at least partly diminished when rather than simply ‘dismissing’ me I could feel Lisa still slightly wiggling that cute backside against me, gyrating herself against the last remnants of my erection as she also pulled my hands to her breasts.

I was now kissing at her neck and shoulders and Lisa turned her face so that we could, rather awkwardly, kiss for the first time.

Because of the position it was quite a light, soft kiss but I felt her tongue dart into my mouth and was now desperate to kiss her long and hard and so I slipped out of her and helped Lisa up and round.

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We lie together like two spoons in the early morning, warm, safe and exhausted after our escapade in the shower. I am sated, relaxed, loved. I feel so close to you, feel that my body could melt into yours and we become one.

I could lie with you like this forever I think, content, satisfied. Ah, but the little colonel has other ideas. I feel him stirring against my ass. Hardening, rising, he gently insinuates his head between my ass cheeks. I smile and wiggle my hips accommodating him.

I thought you asleep, your arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against you. Perhaps you sleep still; perhaps you have entered that wonderland between waking and sleeping, that gray area where all is warm and comfortable, where dreams are real. I know for me they are, as I feel your hand softly stroking my belly, barely touching my skin your fingers leave a trail of fire and desire.

Higher your caresses move until you are cupping my breast. How warm your hand, your fingers tease the nipple. I sigh and arch into your hand pushing my hips back against you.

“Mmm, so nice,” I whisper as you kiss my neck, seeking and finding that sensitive spot at the base. So sensitive that when your lips touch it, waves of pleasure course through my body.

You roll me over so we are facing each other, bodies joined from shoulder to hip, then you lean in and capture my mouth in a passionate kiss. Teasing my lips apart, you slide your tongue into my mouth. I welcome it, sucking on it, I want it to fill me, just as I want another part of your body to fill another part of me.

Sliding my leg over your hips, I plant bahis firmaları my heel on your ass and pull you in closer, tighter. Your erect cock easily finds its home between my legs, bathing itself in my juices. You rock your hips, teasing and pleasing me. I gasp with pleasure, but then I push you away.

In this dreamlike state, hard reality intrudes, I want something more. You want something more. You’ve asked before, I’ve been afraid. But now I am willing to try.

“Please,” I whisper, “be gentle.”

You look deeply into my eyes and ask, “Are you sure?”

I nod, afraid but excited.

You guide me into position, on my hands and knees. I feel you kneel behind me, and placing your cock against me you enter me with a long, steady push. One, two, three long slow strokes, covering that magnificent head and long shaft with my love juices before you pull out.

Then you insert a finger, and another, covering them both with my wetness. As you pull your fingers out, you bury your cock in me again. Sliding your fingers up and down my ass, you tease my asshole using my own juices as a natural lubricant. Gently you slip the tip of one finger in and I tense up.

You caress my ass and back with your free hand, murmuring reassurances, still gently fingering my asshole till I begin to relax. Then you slide you finger all the way in, first one then the second. You gently finger fuck my ass getting me ready for my first time.

I feel you pull your fingers and your cock out of me and I feel so empty. And then you are putting your cock head against the anal opening and gently, firmly pushing kaçak iddaa in. Inch by inch you penetrate stopping often to let me adjust.

And when I think that you are all the way in, that you have filled me completely, you lean over me wrapping your arms around me, your chest and stomach covering my back. With your hand caressing my tits, your mouth kissing and biting my neck and shoulders, you drive me to the brink of an orgasm.

Moaning, I try to push back against your magnificent cock, but you tell me to wait. I see you take something from the nightstand. There is a loud clack and then a hum. Your hand drops between my legs and I feel you insert the vibrator into my cunt.

“Aaaaaahhhh,” I gasp as you grab my hips and I realize I was wrong. You were not all the way inside me. With a quick thrust, you drive the last two inches of your cock deep inside my ass. And I cum, screaming your name.

Your hips and thighs are slammed up tight to my legs and ass, steadying me as I thrash about on your cock. I lose all sense of sight and sound. Aware only of the intense pleasure in my cunt and ass radiating out to every part of my body.

Gradually, the other senses return. I feel you stroking my body, cooing soft words of encouragement. I feel your cock still buried deep inside me near the persistent dildo in my pussy, and I wonder if you can feel the vibrations in your cock. As my writhing slows, you pull your cock back and then drive in again.

You establish a firm rhythm of pulling almost all the way out then burying your cock in my ass. With each powerful thrust, your balls bounce kaçak bahis against my clit, sending lightening bolts of pleasure into my body.

Your speed increases. I hear you grunting as you pound away at my ass and my breath is coming in ragged gasps. Calling your name, begging you to fuck me harder, faster, deeper.

Your hips pounding like a jackhammer, each stroke moves us across the bed until my head strikes the headboard. I reach up and grab on tightly. With this new leverage, I drive my hips back, meeting each of your thrusts with a powerful one of my own. I am out of control, my muscles in spasm clench your cock tightly as if they don’t want to let you go.

Inside me, your cock is throbbing. Each pulse sending jolts of painful pleasure through my body. I feel that familiar tingling beginning again, I am almost there. Moaning in anticipation, I hear you cry out. With one last powerful thrust you lock our bodies together and shoot your hot cum deep, deep into me.

With a long sustained cry, your hips jerking against my ass, your balls slamming into my dripping cunt, you fill me with your cum. So much hot white pleasure cream, I can’t hold it all. It runs out of me, down my crack, and onto my pussy and I am cumming again. My voice joins yours expressing the intense pleasure we share.

Exhausted from our passion, covered in the fine sweat of our exertions, we collapse onto the bed. Exhausted but not done, small waves of post climatic pleasure continue to ripple through our joined bodies as the buried vibrator continues to thrum.

Again you wrap your arms around me, again you pull me to you spoon fashion, as again we travel to that gray world between waking and dreaming where the best of each world resides.

I smile as I realize that any place you are, is where the best of any world resides.

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I’ve been sitting on the couch, waiting for you to get home, bored out of my mind. My foot won’t stop tapping and twitching because I’m so anxious for you to get back. I’ve been thinking about you all day and how badly my mouth wants to be attached squarely to your pussy while I attempt to lick and suck you dry. My cock has been semi-hard for the past hour just from the thought of you getting back. I’ve been flipping through channels, but not paying attention, just going through the motions.

Finally, I hear your car pull into the driveway. I shut the TV off and toss the remote, not paying attention and not caring where it lands, as I rush to the door. I’m fidgety with nervous energy, and my mouth is already watering at the thought of what I’m going to do to you. The handle turns and you step through. You don’t see me right away as you look for a spot to set your bag and keys down, but I can tell you’re tired and have had a long day. This will not deter me in my efforts.

I step up to you, and as you finally turn to face me I take your face in my hands and kiss you long and hard. My tongue slides effortlessly into your mouth as I kiss you passionately. I suck on your lower lip, then your upper, then your tongue. I feel some of your angst from your day melting away as we continue to make out. My hands begin to roam over your body, seeking out your ass. I squeeze it hard, loving the firmness, pulling you closer to me so you can feel my cock pressed against you as it responds to our kissing. You chose to wear a skirt today and I silently thank you for it; it will make the next steps so much easier.

Bit by bit my fingers start to pull your skirt up, higher and higher until I finally have your underwear exposed. My hands start to massage the exposed flesh as I continue to kiss you hard. Your own hands have started to roam as well; your fingers running through my beard and then through my hair. I’ve lost track of time, but I know we’ve been making out for at least a few minutes. I love the feel of your mouth and tongue, but my desire is driven by the thought of something a bit lower.

My mouth moves to start kissing your neck and I start working my way down as I sink to my knees. On my knees I’m face to face with your underwear, dark blue with white lace. I push my face into your crotch and breathe you in. So intoxicating. My fingers find the waistband and I slide them down your legs slowly, as your fingers continue to work through my hair. My fingertips run along your legs as I drag your shorts to the floor. I help you step out of them and I toss them over my shoulder, knowing we won’t be needing them anytime soon. My finger tips run back up your legs, slowly, trying to memorize every curve and line. It’s so difficult to go slow like this, because all I want to do is devour you. I’m only going to be able to hold myself back for so long, and the clock is ticking.

As my hands reach your inner thighs, I slowly push your legs apart, forcing you into a wider stance. I look up at you, we make eye contact, and I know you can see the hunger in my eyes. I smile a wolfish smile and dive into your pussy.

My lips make contact with your pussy first, but my tongue follows closely behind as it pushes inside you. I alternate licking, sucking and tongue fucking you. My tongue swirling around inside you, attempting to touch every available inch of the inside of your pussy. I can feel you start to grind against my face, and I know the last of your crappy day is starting to fade into the background. All you can focus on is my tongue as it tries to pull your very essence out of you.

I can’t seem to get my tongue deep enough inside you, so on a whim I throw your legs over my shoulders and begin to stand. Surprised you grab onto my head as I rise up, your back sliding up the door. I reach full standing, your entire weight on me, but I don’t notice it at all. All I can focus on is how with you in this position my tongue has just found a way to get a few more centimeters deeper. My hands go to your waist to steady you, but to also pull you to me more firmly. Having you in this position my mouth goes wild. I move from your pussy to your clit and back to your pussy. Sucking, licking, flicking and nibbling my way over everything. I encourage you to ride my face and as I look up at you I see your head tipped back against the door, eyes closed lost in the pleasure of it all.

Seeing you like this makes me intensify my efforts on your pussy which allows you to slide your hand to your clit to stimulate it. Between the two of us we soon have you writhing around on my face unleashing an orgasm that wrenches through your body. I can güvenilir bahis feel you giving into it completely as you squirm on my face. I keep sucking and tonguing you until I know you are ready to come down. As your body starts to relax and soften, I slide each leg off of my shoulder until they are around my waist. I hold you under your ass, as your arms wrap around my neck. You lower your head to my shoulder, spent from your orgasm. You melt into me and let me carry you into the bedroom. I’m hoping you recover quickly, because now that my craving for your pussy has been partially satiated, my cock now wants its due.

I lay you down on the bed gently, and start to remove your remaining articles of clothing, item by item. Once I have you naked I step back to admire the perfection I have uncovered. I can never get enough of your body, the perfect lines and smooth stomach, your delicious nipples… your gorgeousness can be overwhelming. While your eyes are still closed I quickly remove my own clothing, never breaking my gaze, continuing to take in every bit of your body. As I stand naked observing you in your post glow, your eyes open and you study me as my own eyes wander over your beauty. I can tell you are nearly ready for me.

My cock as been aching to feel your mouth nearly as much as my mouth was craving your pussy, so I step to the side of the bed, and with no questions or hesitations you grab me by the cock and pull it into your waiting and wanting mouth. You take half of my cock without problem and I moan loudly. Your hands find my balls and you gently begin to massage them as your mouth slides up and down my shaft slowly, gently working more and more of my cock in. I can barely stand because it feels so good. I am fighting the urge to grab your head and just fuck your mouth, but I’m enjoying what you’re doing so much I just want to relish it. You grab my cock at the base, and begin to drag your tongue from the bottom to the top, circling the head once you reach it. Over and over, randomly dropping your mouth all the way down onto my cock, taking my full length. Between your amazing mouth, expert hands and the fact that I have been dreaming about you all day, I know an orgasm is not far off. My balls begin to tighten, and sensing this, you start to fuck me with your mouth. Absolutely devouring my cock, stroking the base as your mouth drops down and up. My knees are getting weak, and I try to warn you that I am about to cum, but the moans drown out any words that I could possibly muster.

Finally I cum, and you lock your lips around my cock, gently sucking, swallowing, consuming everything that my cock is offering. The pleasure is so intense my body is starting to shake, my legs are getting weak. I have to hold myself up on the bed to keep from dropping to the ground. You release my cock, still wet with your spit and my cum. I look down at you, watch you take one big swallow and then give me a huge smile before asking, “What’s next?”

I can see the hope and desire in your eyes. But after the amazing things you just did to my cock with your mouth I know I’m going to need some time to recuperate. So, I take you by the hand, help you off the bed and lead you to the bathroom.

I turn the shower on, nearly as hot as it will go because I know how you like it. I let it warm up for a few moments before pulling you in with me. I take your face in my hands once more and kiss you hard, able to taste the saltiness of what remains of my cum in your mouth. I pull us both under the water, letting it cascade down our bodies as we kiss each other passionately. My hands are roaming all over your body: your back, your ass, your thighs, your shoulders, through your hair. I love the feel of your breasts pressed against me, and I can feel your nipples responding to my touch and mouth.

Not wanting to rush things just yet, I break away from our embrace and reach for the soap. I start to lather you up as I pull you away from the water. I stand behind you and prepare to clean you from head to toe, with the intent of getting every nook and cranny. I start at your shoulders, gently working the soap over your skin, up over the back of your neck, down the small of your back. Then my arms reach around and start working the soap over your stomach, that flat, sexy, beautiful stomach, wriggling my finger into your bellybutton so I can feel you squirm against me. Up under your breasts, and then allowing my soapy hands to envelope them, massaging them, my palms dragging across your nipples. Pinching and pulling your nipples, my thumbs focusing on the tips, feeling them getting even more rigid under my stimulation.

Making love türkçe bahis to your breasts with my hands as you push yourself back into me. Being able to touch you like this, especially your breasts, has brought new life back into my cock. Blood is flowing and you can feel it becoming harder against your ass. In response you push your ass back into me, allowing my cock to settle between your cheeks.

I continue worshiping your breasts, making sure they are completely clean before reluctantly sliding my hands back down your body. As they slide down, my body drops down as well, sinking to the shower floor, once again finding myself on my knees, only this time I’m behind you. I continue to work the lather over your thighs, and knees, shins and ankles, all the way to your toes, and then back up. My hands reach your pussy and I look up to you for direction. You look down at me and smile, placing your hands over my own and assist me in the cleaning. Eventually the cleaning turns into stimulation, and together we are rubbing your pussy and clit. I can feel your clit responding beneath our touch as you direct me in the ways you liked to be touched.

I slide my hands from beneath yours and move them to your ass. I get more soap and begin to massage your ass, loving how it feels beneath my hands, the absolute perfection if it. My fingers work into your crack, soap suds sliding down between your cheeks. I spread your cheeks and let my finger circle your hole, around and around. I work up a considerable bit of lather and gently push my finger inside you. Your hands go the to the shower wall to hold yourself up as I ease my finger in one knuckle at a time. Once it is fully inside you I begin to work it in and out slowly, while my free hand reaches around to find your clit. I take your clit between my thumb and finger, and pinch it softly, trying to increase your arousal, making it even easier for my finger to move in and out of your ass.

I let my finger pull completely out, and while still on my knees I direct you under the water once more to wash away the soap. The water slides down the work of art before me, taking the soap with it. Once you have been rinsed free of soap, I pull you back to me, spin you around, spread your ass and lick you from your pussy to your ass. One long hard slow drag of my tongue from bottom to top. Once I reach your ass I push my tongue inside, and wriggle it around, just as if I was devouring your pussy. I hear a soft moan and feel you push back into my face. I take one of my hands and slide it up your leg until I reach your pussy, at which point my thumb slides inside. My middle finger searches out and finds your clit as my thumb works in and out of your pussy. I tongue your ass and fuck your pussy with my thumb as you again hold yourself against the shower wall.

I work a rhythm: tongue in, thumb out, back and forth, trying to push you to another orgasm. I want to feel your body tense as another one electrifies your body. My speed increases, pushing you closer and closer. One of your hands moves to your breasts as you desperately stimulate your nipples, trying to help yourself over the edge as well. Your moans are increasing along with my speed. I can feel your body tensing, your pussy and your ass both clenching. And finally you release, your body shaking, your breath coming in heaves. You’re starting to sink to the floor, but I quickly rise and grab you. I take you in my arms and hold you as you come down from your orgasm, as the water washes over us both, trapped in our own little world in the quiet of the shower.

The water is still cascading over us, and thankfully it’s still warm. I’m holding you tight against me. Amazingly your nipples are still hard, even in the warm water, a testament to just how good I was able to make you feel. You’re breathing is finally start to slow down, resuming a more normal pattern. You’re still slumped against me though, seemingly exhausted from our evenings activities. I’m hoping that you aren’t tapped just yet, because there is still one thing that needs to be done. My cock still needs to find itself buried inside of you.

The shower has allowed me to recover, my cock at attention, trapped between us, pressing against you just below your belly button. You seem not to care, or perhaps you are just too tired to notice. I take your chin in my hand and tilt your head back, so I can look into your eyes. They are somewhat glazed with exhaustion, but as I lower my mouth to yours and kiss you hard, I see a spark in them, and I know you have just enough energy for one more go.

As my tongue explores your mouth my hands move to your ass, pulling you tighter against güvenilir bahis siteleri me. My cock couldn’t be any harder, it yearns for you so badly. My hands slip to your breasts and I begin to play with your nipples, pinching and pulling, rubbing and twisting, all while I continue to kiss you. Sucking on your bottom lip, nibbling gently. I can feel your body beginning to respond. You aren’t slumped against me quite so much now, and you are kissing me back with just as much veracity as I am.

My hands slip back down to your ass and I slowly lift you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around me. Your pussy just above my waist as I slowly start to lower you back down. You immediately know what is coming so you reach back and around, grasp my cock by the shaft and guide it into your pussy. Bit by bit my cock slips inside of you until you finally bottom out, my dick buried in your amazing pussy. I put your back to the wall of the shower, and hold you there, with my cock as deep as it can go. I’m just enjoying the feel of you, how your pussy envelopes me so perfectly, conforming to my cock, accepting it, wanting it. I twitch my cock a couple of times and feel you respond by pushing down onto it harder. Your pussy feels so good that I don’t ever want to feel anything else. I just want to lose myself in the pleasure of this moment, to let it wash over and consume me.

But my cock has other desires. Slowly I lift you back up and drop you back down. I repeat this, slowly over and over, up and down. Each time you bottom out, a small moan escapes from your mouth. Soon you’re grinding down into me just as hard as I am pushing up into you and we are finally fucking. My mouth is at your neck, your ear, your lips. As my cock makes your pussy its own, I try to consume anything I can get my mouth on.

I can feel the water starting to cool and I know we don’t have much more hot water left. Before we are left standing in cold spray, I pull you to me tightly and exit the shower, heading straight for the bed. My cock remains inside you the entire way, as you continue to grind down onto me.

I lay you down on your back once we reach the bed, reluctantly pulling my cock from you so that I can position you the way I want you. Once you are further up and centered, I climb onto the bed, sitting on my knees I push my cock back into you. Just as I reach the deepest point once more I take your clit between my finger and thumb and squeeze softly. Once more I resume fucking you, sliding my cock out then pushing it back in, while my thumb rubs over your clit.

I look down at you, your eyes closed, mouth open slightly, soft moans coming out. The curve of my cock causes the head to drag against that sensitive spot every time I pull back, and I can feel your pussy and body responding. So I quicken my pace, moving faster and faster, harder and harder, never for a moment releasing your clit. Continually trying to get my cock deeper and deeper inside of you, but always trying to keep the upward pressure of my cock against your pussy. I need you to cum for me, I want it so badly and I am trying my best to hold back my own orgasm until I know you are there. I want to feel how your pussy clenches down on my as that orgasms takes you.

I look at you, willing you to open your eyes. By accident or because you sense it, your eyes open and we lock onto each other.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me. To cum on me. I’ve never needed something so badly. I’ve never had a need ache like this within me. Please baby, cum for me, do it, cum on my cock.”

As the words exit my mouth my pace quickens even further, and I am rocking into you so hard now. Absolutely driving you to an orgasm. My own is building inside me, I can feel my balls tightening.

The lust in your eyes is driving me over the edge, and I can tell how badly you want to cum.

“Please baby, do it for me. Do it for my cock. Now, do it, cum so hard for me.”

I can feel your body tensing, your hips rising off the bed, bucking into me as I pound into you. Your pussy getting tighter with each thrust, milking my cock. Squeezing it. Clenching. Until finally you release and your orgasm rips through you. Your pussy is so tight now. Your moans so sexy. I can’t hold back and I unleash inside you. Our orgasms ripping through us, seemingly moving back and forth between us, almost as if our bodies are becoming one.

I continue to fuck you, and with each thrust my cock pushes more cum inside you, until finally I am spent. Your pussy is still squeezing me, softly, but without its previous urgency. Your breathing is heavy, as is my own. I lower myself down onto you, propping myself up with my arms. Content to just be like this, my cock still inside you, your body slowly coming down from the high. I kiss your eyes, your nose, your mouth, softly. My mouth moves to your ear and whispers, “Oh, by the way. Welcome home.”

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I woke up on Saturday morning with a massive case of morning wood. In fact, probably the worst case I have ever had. I tilted my head to find Claire still sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Not wanting to disturb her, I got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom to get in the shower, my penis making heavily straining on the fabric of my boxers. As I stepped under the hot water, my cock was still aching for attention. I slowly lathered my body, my mind flashed back to last night. Seeing her naked body, the moonlight shining in, I recalled the sight of her masturbating. This all became too much, and I began to massage my cock. It only took about 8 stokes before I shot my load all over the shower wall. I was relieved, thinking my hard-on would start to subside.

I finished in the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to the bedroom. Claire was wearing an oversized t-shirt and sweats, and still looked beautiful. I got dressed and walked with her towards the kitchen. I began to brew a pot of coffee as we talked about what she wanted to do and see that day. This was the point at which her phone rang with a call from her best friend, Jessica. Jessica and Paul were roommates and had become very good friends; in fact Jessica had been the one to introduce them. The two friends had gone out for drinks the night before, and to make a long story short, Jessica witnessed Paul make out with another girl at the bar- and then bring her back to the apartment. The walls of Paul and Jessica’s apartment were very thin, and suffice to say, left little to the imagination. She was irate that he would blatantly cheat on her like this, and wanted to break the bad news to Claire. I saw my friend begin to tear up, and she grabbed my hand and Jessica told her what had happened. Afterwards, her next call was to Paul, who confessed to the whole thing. Claire was distraught, and more than anything, in shock. I just held her and let her cry. Their relationship has not gotten serious yet, but she was still upset, and understandably so.

She illegal bahis took a little while to collect herself, take a shower, get some fresh air, and an extra cup of coffee, and I asked what she felt like doing. Her attitude had naturally changed, but she was determined to make the best of it. “John, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to let that jerk ruin the time we get to spend together,” she told me. We ended up spending the day going to various museums and monuments, and that night, came back to my apartment for a casual dinner and to watch a movie and kill a bottle of wine. It was definitely low-key compared to one of the nice restaurants I had planned to take her to one night. But this was exactly what we were in the mood for. We got to enjoy each other’s company and she took her mind off the jerk that had cheated on her. I just hoped that his one night stand with a bar slut was worth the cost of losing Claire. I don’t think he realized what he had lost, which as far as I’m concerned meant he never deserved her anyway, and I told her that directly.

After the movie, we just sat on the couch and nursed our wine. We were each on our last glass. “Are you doing okay, Claire,” I asked her, not really sure else to say in this situation.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I guess. Just a little in shock, ya know?”

“I know, hun. I just wish there was more I could do make you feel better.”

We sat on the couch in each other’s arms as she cried on my shoulder. I had no ambitions other to than just hold her and support her. She wiped her tears away, smiled, and thanked me for my concern. She closed her eyes and slowly leaned her face towards mine. I began to reciprocate, and before I knew it, our mouths were pressed against each other, and the tips of our tongues were beginning to touch. I grazed my hand down the side of her cheek, her neck, and onto her breast.

“Are you sure you just want to be doing this,” I asked her.

“Darlin, I love you. And I’m so sorry that I never let myself see it. But I do. You’re the only illegal bahis siteleri man who genuinely loves me as much as you do,” she replied as she stopped to sigh, “That asshole only used me for sex. Tonight, I just want to give into our feelings. Just go with it.”

With that, we resumed our kissing. Her hand slid down my chest and onto the bulge growing in my jeans. She giggled and broke the kiss. She unzipped my fly and stuck her hand down my pants and took hold of my cock through the cotton fabric of my boxers. She smiled as she felt the length of it. Claire took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor next to the couch. She tugged my pants down and straddled my boxers with her skirt. We continued making out, this time with noticeably extra heat and passion. I reached around to her back and unhooked her bra, and was again blown away at how beautiful her boobs were. This time, I was sure to tell her.

“Wow. Claire, you have the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“Aww, thanks,” she replied, blushing as she smiled, “I know you’ve been checking them out from the moment you picked me up,” she continued as she giggled.

I was guilty as charged, and she knew it. Claire stood up and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing her incredibly sexy blue boy short panties. She got on her knees and started to stroke my dick. She looked up to me and as our eyes met, she just smiled and asked if I was ready. I nodded and she started to slide down my boxers to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I sat fully naked in front of the woman I loved. She grins at how large I am and how well it compliments my athletic body. I’ve gotten in the habit of running every day, along with various calisthenics.

“Your exercise regimen is paying off, you know. You look incredibly handsome,” she complimented. My 7 inch cock protruded from my pubic hair, neatly trimmed down to a half inch. Claire very slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, lowering her mouth down my shaft. As she lifted her head back up, she canlı bahis siteleri applied just the perfect amount of suction to my penis.

I let out and audible moan and whispered her name. I ran my hand through her hair as she continued to blow me. This was by far the most incredible blowjob I had ever been given. As the bobbing of her mouth got faster and her suction got more intense, my moaning got louder and my breathing deeper. Then she pulled her best move yet, taking my cock all the way deep inside her throat while she licked the base with her tongue. “Shit this girl is talented,” I thought to myself. Finally, after almost 10 minutes of the most amazing sexual pleasure I had ever had in my life, I felt my cum brewing deep inside my balls. I warned her that I was close to finishing, and she just kept going. I shot an enormous loud into her mouth, which she swallowed easily, more than perfecting what was already the perfect blowjob.

As I came down from my orgasm, she climbed up onto the couch with me and I thanked her. I then gently rolled her over onto her back, and I returned the favor, very gently and passionately eating her pussy. As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I slid my first two fingers into her vagina. She climaxed rather quickly, her hips bucking, her moans loud and deep. I could feel her pussy lips clenching onto my fingers and she pulled my hair. After her orgasm, I asked her if she wanted me to keep going. She just blushed and nodded as her eyes got as wide as saucers. I kept licking her lips, changing my pace and movements. I loved the noises and the moans she made as my tongue kept her pussy on the cliff. The moisture of my tongue felt so amazing on her perfectly shaven vagina. I could tell she had just shaved it that day. Finally, she climaxed again; this time, she pushed my head into her crotch.

Finally, her breathing subsided, and I slowly slid up the bed next to her. We kissed goodnight, exchanged “I love you’s” and fell asleep in the spoon position, naked, in each other’s arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I was completely bewildered by how sharply my life had turned around that day. I knew I had to take her to the airport the next morning, and wanted to savor every moment between now and then. This moment, right here, was a very good start.

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My mind swims as I take my pleasure with this woman! Her arching back lets me thrust deeper into her mouth and down her throat. Her moans bubble out from around my turgid member, the vibrations of her sounds tingle against the head of my cock…her fingernails rake my nuts…

That’s when I noticed the cacophony of honking horns… the light had turned green…

I sped away from the intersection and the frustrated glares that irritated, over-caffeinated drivers reserve for anyone who slows down their left-home-to-late scramble to get to work drive…Absent the intruding noise, my mind slips easily back to the night before; the sparkle in her eyes and her full lips sucking teasingly at the small plastic penis charm that dangled from the zipper tab on my leather riding chaps. I was riveted as her teeth slowly pulled the zipper down, one side fell away and my rigid manhood stood at full attention. Her tongue followed the bulging underside vein from its base to the tip. My head resting in the cradle of her inner thigh as my tongue probed around the edges of her lacy panties. Her thighs closed around my ears as a muffled moan came from her lips and my tongue had its first taste of her nectar…

Screaming horns and sirens came from all around me shattering my reverie as I realized this was not part of the memory but a cop car on my tail and it was high time I pulled to the curb. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched a very shapely woman in a police officers uniform step from the car. I couldn’t take my eyes from the sway of her hips as she approached me.

The effects of my daydream hadn’t worn off and there I stood beside my bike with a raging hard on for all the world to see. She was all business as I stood there waiting for a ticket for not making a complete stop at a stop sign, she glanced at my still bulging crotch and ordered me to “spread-um” for a weapons check. I turned and spread my legs, the officer’s hands slid over my shoulders, down my back and around and up my chest. I could feel a bullet proof vest pressed against my back and wondered what lay beneath the protective clothing. As erotic thoughts pass a hundred miles per hour though my mind, I felt a firm hand rub across my hard member, wondering if it was my imagination or if she really lingered there longer than was necessary for a routine pat down.

As the officer stepped back she commanded “turn around and empty your pockets.” I turned around and saw she was staring at my crotch. She seemed fascinated by the bulge there. Continuing to stare at my crotch, she watched as I emptied my pockets. I just couldn’t güvenilir bahis seem to get that erection to go away, in fact I could feel it getting harder as visions of me ripping off her bulletproof vest zipped across the inside of my eyelids.

“Looks like you still have a little something left in your pants.” She said as she took a step closer. She boldly reached out, ran her hands across the front of my jeans and gently squeezed. Then turned and headed back to her squad car. “If you’ll follow me, please” she commanded.

And being a good law-abiding citizen, I did as I was told. We walked to the passenger side of the squad car. She opened the front door and motioned for me to step in front of it. Then she opened the back door, which created the little secluded area, screened from traffic on both sides. She stepped in front of me and sat down on the passenger seat, looked up at me and said “We have a special procedure to take care of guys like you. You’re a traffic hazard.”

Her full red lips were slightly parted, I watched as she ran her tongue across them. My imagination was going wild and I hoped some of it would become a reality.

“Unbuckle your pants and step closer.” She demanded. Once again being a good law-abiding citizen, I did as I was told. “Put your hands on the top of the doorframe, you’re gonna need the support.” She said as she reached for the top of my pants.

I felt her fingernails rake across my stomach as she pulled aside my jeans and reached inside for my stiff cock. “Oh my, that’s quite a weapon” she said stroking it firmly. “Have to make sure that there’s no ammo inside. Make sure you’re no longer a traffic hazard.” She leaned forward and licked the drop pre-cum from the end of my cock and slowly, ever so slowly, slid her warm wet mouth over the head and part way down the shaft. She pulled my jeans and jockeys down just a little farther and slid a hand under my balls, squeezing them gently. She spit into her other hand, and rubbed it over my throbbing cock, lubricating it. As her tongue played with the slit in the head she sucked it into her mouth. I reached down to fondle her breast. My cock popped out of her mouth as she ordered “Hands on the door frame. I didn’t tell you to move.”

“Yes, mam … officer.” I responded and resumed my position, spreading my legs just a little to give her easier access to my nuts. Her finger nails bit into the cheek of my ass as she pulled me forward and back into her hungry mouth. Her stroking and sucking rhythm was perfectly timed to the flash of the blue light on the light bar of the car. The combined rhythms türkçe bahis seemed to hypnotize me, creating a surreal world as sound disappeared and the reality of the traffic speeding by on the other side of car faded into the sensation of her sucking mouth. Her tongue played with the ridge at the bottom side of my cock head as her teeth nipped a trail to my balls. Her hand continuing to stroke me, she sucked on first one nut then the other. My fingers gripping the edge of the door frame were white, I had the vague idea that when I let go their impression would be left in the metal.

I leaned back and looked down at her; the sight of my hard dick sliding into her mouth just above the glisten of the badge on her shoulder caused my balls to tighten. I could hear my blood racing through my veins as it left the rest of my body and pumped into my cock. My thundering heart beat was visible in the bulging vein that disappeared into her mouth and slid back out again, her tongue massaging the under side with each stroke.

The radio crackled “Officer 647 everything ok? Respond.”

When she suddenly let go of my ass to reach for the mic on her shoulder I nearly fell on the ground. I pulled myself up and straightened my knees. I could still feel the places her fingernails had been on my ass. My rigid pole stuck straight out and quivered with each beat of my pounding heart. I felt the skin on my balls pucker as the cool air rushed over my prick and dried the moistness left by her saliva.

“Officer 647, everything is fine, just doing a weapons check on motorcycle operator of plate number…” Continuing with one hand the rhythmical stroking of my cock she reached for her clipboard and read the plate number. “Run that plate and check for insurance.”

“Roger that, how long is the weapons check going to take?”

She licked the drip of fluid from the tip of my manhood and ran her tongue up the underside as she stared me in the eye. The heat of her tongue against the coolness of my shaft sent a shiver up my spine and a smug little smile spread across her lovely face and sparkled in her eyes. “About another five minutes.” She clicked off the mic.

“Roger, I’ll check back in five.” And before the dispatcher clicked off her mic I heard part of a giggle.

The officer stopped stroking my cock with her hand and slowly sucked my entire length into her mouth and down her throat tonguing the underside. I watched the muscles in her jaw and throat work as she milked my imbedded member. I wasn’t seeing anything by now, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I could hear my moaning from güvenilir bahis siteleri a distance as I pumped my cock in and out of her wet hungry mouth. I felt her nails bite into my ass again as she guided my rhythm to match her bobbing head, her deft fingers rolling my balls in her other hand.

As the pressure built in my nuts she slid a finger along the bottom of my cock, the base between the nut sack and the sphincter. I could feel my legs begin to tremble, my breathing was hard and jagged. The tight quiver of my building climax stiffened every muscle in my body and I thrust forward burying my entire length in her skilled mouth and throat. Just as I came she pressed a finger on the nerve that connects directly to the prostate sending jolts of lightening through my balls and out the end of my cock along with my cum. She sucked harder swallowing it all, running her tongue along the tip, rapidly sucking the head in and out of her mouth prolonging my climax. With each spurt I jerked forward sending raging sensations through out my body triggering yet another spasm. I screamed my thanks to God to the traffic rushing by and rammed forward one last time emptying the last drops of cum from my balls. Still she continued the rapid sucking in and out, sending residual tremors through my prick and nuts. It felt like she would suck them inside out, it was incredible. As they began to relax and my cock to soften she took my entire tool inside her hot mouth and gently rubbed and cleaned it with her tongue, messaging it, allowing it to grow flaccid in wet warmth.

When she finally released me from her mouth my knees buckled, and I would have went to the ground hard had it not been for my death grip on the door frame. She ducked out from under my arm, patted me on the bare ass and said “told you you would need to hang on.”

Getting in on the drivers side she sat behind the wheel, clicked on her shoulder mic and reported, “Weapons check complete. All clear.”

“Roger that” said dispatch.

“Be sure to notify the other officers that this one needs to have an eye kept on it.”

“On record.”

“Officer 647 out.” She turned, leaned over and looked up at me still leaning on the car trying to steady my breathing. “You gonna stand there all day? Or pull your pants up and be a little more traffic conscious?”

“Yes officer, I’ll be more careful from now on.” I zipped up, stepped back from the car and closed both doors. “Thank you officer.” She sped away as I returned to my bike.

I sat on my bike for several minutes letting my heart rate slow and the strength return to my knees. Funny how your outlook on things can change in just a few short minutes. I knew that from that moment on flashing blue lights wouldn’t evoke anger any more, but a sense of anticipation. She had, after all, said I needed to be “watched”.

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As soon as he stepped off the plane and into the jetway, the heat hit him. He chuckled to himself, as he was still wearing his sweatshirt – something he always wore on planes. He was always cold, but the Arizona heat was enough to even keep HIM warm.

Zach flew in for his best — and oldest — friend’s wedding. They met in kindergarten and remained best friends for all these years. He and Brian lived in a single universe together. There was school, of course, but also summer camp, little league and high school basketball. Growing up, Zach was probably at Brian’s house more than he was at his own. And Brian’s parents treated Zach like a second son, inviting him to join them in everything.

Even though they didn’t go to the same college, they continued to keep in close contact. Zach was also good friends with all of Brian’s girlfriends, including the most important one — Stephanie. In a few days, she would become Brian’s wife.

Zach thought the world of Stephanie, and he was very happy she and Brian found each other. She was smart, funny, and kind. They seemed perfect for each other.

It was a fairly small wedding. Zach was the best man — and the only person standing up on Brian’s side — and Stephanie’s sister, Nicole, was the maid of honor — and the only person standing up on her side. The official Rehearsal Dinner was tomorrow night, Friday evening, but the wedding party — all four of them — decided to get together a night early before everyone else came into town.

Zach ordered an Uber, which showed up really quickly, and headed to the hotel. The mountains looked beautiful against the clear blue sky and intense sun. He smiled at the front yards without a shred of grass — except the ones looking beautifully lush with artificial turf.

At the hotel, it only took a few minutes to check in. All the rooms were called “mini-suites”, which really just meant there was a separate room where the beds were. There were French doors, with sheer curtains, separating the two room. The “living room” was a *little* bigger than a basic hotel room, but it still just had the hide-a-bed couch, a couple of chairs with large, padded arms, desk, desk chair, and a chest of drawers. At least there were lots of lights and lamps in this room.

There were two TVs — one in the bedroom and one in the living room. The bathroom was a little nicer than some basic hotels, with a large walk-in shower and a large vanity. It met Zach’s primary criterion: it looked clean. Of course, that didn’t stop him from pulling out his package of Clorox wipes and wiping down almost everything — ESPECIALLY all door handles, the TV remotes, the faucet handles, and the phone.

After his extensive decontamination procedure was complete, he texted Brian to let him know he was there and to check on plans for the evening. Brian called to welcome him and let him know the plans. Dinner was at 7:00 at a sports bar, and then they’d either stay there or find some other bars to spend the rest of the evening. Brian said he and Stephanie would be coming from the other side of town, so he asked Zach if he’d mind Ubering over with Nicole. Zach, of course, agreed, and they each said goodbye.

At 6:30, Zach headed down to the lobby. Two minutes later, Nicole emerged from the elevator. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a red tube top. Zach thought she looked terrific. Zach smiled when he saw her.

She and Stephanie were an interesting study in genetics. Both of the girls had their mother’s face: small lips, cute small nose, and big blue eyes. All three of them were attractive women. You wouldn’t describe them as “stunning”, like a Hollywood leading lady, but they were very attractive. And all three of them had pitch black, straight hair. If someone just looked at headshots of the three of them, he or she would say “This explains genetics”.

However, if you looked below the neck, you might think they were unrelated. Nicole was five feet eight inches tall, with long legs. She had small breasts, a small butt, and was fairly thin. Stephanie was all of five feet one inch tall (though she liked to say she was five feet one AND A HALF inches tall). She had much larger breasts and a bigger butt. She wasn’t overweight, but she wasn’t really skinny like Nicole.

Genetics also worked in the brains department; just like their parents, they were both really smart. Stephanie went to a top law school and was now in her second year working for one of the biggest law firms in the country. Nicole had her Ivy League undergraduate degree and was now in her third year of medical school.

Zach stood up and started walking toward her. When their eyes met, they both smiled. They had met each other at various family functions over the years, and Zach always thought she was nice.

They gave each other a quick hug, and Zach told her the Uber should arrive within 5 minutes. They decided to wait outside.

“So, they’re FINALLY getting married,” Nicole said. “What the hell took them so long? Everyone bahis firmaları KNOWS they’re perfect for each other. And after living together for three years, you’d think THEY would have figured it out, too!” she said as she laughed.

Zach chuckled, too. “Yeah, you’re right. It was inevitable. But I’m glad they’re making the commitment. They’re a fantastic couple.”

“This weekend could not have come at a better time,” Nicole continued. “School has been really crazy these last few weeks. I really needed a break, and I’m ready to party!”

The Uber pulled up, and Zach opened the door for Nicole. She slid over to the other side, and Zach got in. They arrived at the Sports Bar at 6:55.

There were at least 25 giant TVs showing every sporting event in the country, including poker and professional cornhole. And, of course, it was LOUD. And packed. There were two huge bars, with booths along the walls and windows. Tables were placed in every available space.

When they walked in, they saw Stephanie waving to them. Zach put his hand on the small of Nicole’s back and gently directed her in front of him. When they got to the table, Brian and Stephanie were both standing. Stephanie gave Nicole a hug as Brian engulfed Zach in his long arms and gave him a giant bear hug.

“Great to see you, Zach.” Brian said.

“Great to see you, too, Brian.”

Then they switched partners. Brian hugged Nicole, and gave her a little kiss on her lips. Stephanie gave Zach a longer, slightly-open-mouth wet kiss on his lips. The first time Stephanie did this to him, when he first met her, he was a little taken aback, but now he knew to expect it. After the kiss, they gave each other a tight hug. They clearly had a strong bond.

“How you doing, boyfriend?” Stephanie asked.

“I’m fantastic, Stephanie. Looking forward to the weekend.”

“Me, too,” she replied. “I mean I can’t wait to be with the family and a few friends. If I have to marry this guy to be able to have a little party and see everyone, I suppose I can take one for the team.”

“We all appreciate your sacrifice, Stephanie,” Nicole chimed in.

They sat down and ordered drinks. The conversation went from plans for the weekend to making fun of family members to discussing work and school. Brian was also in school, in the second year of his MBA.

After the second round of drinks, they ordered dinner. The conversation turned to each of them telling funny stories about each other. At one point, Stephanie turned to Nicole and said, “did I ever tell you about the time Zach copped a feel off of me?”

Nicole’s eyes nearly popped out as she shouted “WHAT?”

At the exact same time, Zach yelled, “I DID NOT!”, though he was laughing as he said it, as were Brian and Stephanie.

“You DIDN’T?” Stephanie asked.

“No!” Zach answered.

“Oh, REALLY?” Stephanie replied. Then she looked at Brian. “May I question the witness, your honor?”

Brian extended his arm, palm up, and, with a sweeping motion, said, “The floor is yours.”

Stephanie dramatically pushed her chair back with the back of her legs as she stood up. She took a few steps to her left, and then to her right, and turned toward the table.

Looking at Brian, she started. “Your Honor.” Then she turned toward Nicole. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. I will prove, beyond a reasonable doubt, that THAT man,” she shouted, as she pointed to Zach, “willfully copped a feel off of me.”

Stephanie was in full-out lawyer mode. The other three were laughing loudly.

Turning back toward Brian, she said, “Your Honor. Let’s clear up the law here. Would you agree that the definition of ‘to cop a feel’ would include having a person place a hand on a woman’s breast or ass, not during a consensual sexual encounter, when it was neither desired nor expected?”

“Yes, counselor, that is true,” Brian replied.

“And I suppose,” she continued, “it could also be applied to placing a hand on a man’s genitals or ass, but that is not relevant for today’s case. I call as my first witness, soon-to-be-Doctor Nicole.”

“I object,” Zach shouted. “She’s not a doctor yet!”

“Oh, please. Your Honor,” looking back to Brian, “I am calling this woman as an expert witness. Once you hear the line of questioning, I’m sure you’ll agree she is well qualified.”

In-between laughs, Brian managed to answer, “You may proceed.”

“Thank you, Your Honor. Now, soon-to-be-Doctor Nicole, is it true that you have studied anatomy in Medical School”.

“Yes,” Nicole chuckled.

“And do you consider yourself fairly familiar with the major sections of the human body?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So based on your expert opinion, would you agree that THIS,” Stephanie said, emphasizing the last word as she turned around, bent over, stuck her ass toward the table, and slapped both hands on her ass, “is my ass?”

Nicole was laughing with everyone else but managed to finally reply, “Yes.”

“Thank you. But more importantly, would you kaçak iddaa consider THESE,” she said, again emphasizing the last word as she bent forward and cupped her large breasts, “are my TITS?”

Even Stephanie couldn’t keep a straight face at this point, and they were all laughing loudly. But, again, Nicole managed to snort out a “Yes.”

“Thank you.” Then she walked around the table until she was behind Zach, grabbed his right hand off the table and shoved it toward Nicole’s face.

“And can we agree THIS is a hand?”

One more time, Nicole answered yes.

“And finally…and this is really important. Given that there has never been a consensual sexual encounter between this man and me, if this hand were placed on my tits — especially when I didn’t expect it – would you agree he copped a feel? WOULD YOU AGREE?” she shouted. Everyone was laughing, and they all nodded.

“Now, just one question for the accused. And listen carefully. I will ask you one, single question. And you may ONLY answer yes or no. Is that clear?

Zack nodded.

“Has there ever been an occasion when this hand was touching these tits? And remember… YOU ARE UNDER OATH!”

Through the loudest laugh yet, Zach peeped out, “yes.”

Stephanie slapped her hand on the table really hard, which scared the shit out of all of them, and proclaimed, “I rest my case.”

Then she nonchalantly skipped over to her chair and sat down.

Nicole turned to Zach.

“Umm, so you admit it?”

“Wait, wait. I haven’t presented my defense.”

“I think you already confessed to the crime,” Nicole replied.

“At least hear me out.” Turning toward Brian. “Your Honor, may I explain.” Brian nodded.

Turning directly to Nicole, he started.

“My dad, who started driving long before every car had shoulder harnesses, had a habit. If he made a sudden stop in the car, he’d throw his right arm out to stop the person in the passenger seat from flying forward. For some reason, I picked up the habit.”

He continued, “One day your sister and I were in my car going somewhere — I don’t even remember where. The guy in front of me stopped suddenly, and I slammed on the brakes. Without thinking, and out of habit, I threw my arm out to stop Stephanie from jerking forward. Of course, technology, and the fact that every car has shoulder harnesses, meant she wasn’t going anywhere. But, anyway, I threw my arm out, and, of course, my hand landed right on her breast. I was trying to save her life, not cop a feel.”

Nicole smiled at Zach and then turned toward Stephanie.

“Is this true? Was that an accurate representation of what happened? Is it? IS IT? TELL ME!” Nicole shouted in between laughter.

“M-a-y-b-e,” Stephanie slowly replied. “But the rest of the trip, he kept slamming on his brakes every 100 feet and throwing his hand on my tits!” Stephanie hardly got out the last word before she cracked up.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” Zach shouted.

Nicole took Zach’s hand in both of hers, pulled it to her mouth, and kissed it. She turned toward Stephanie. “The man tried to save your life. He couldn’t possibly avoid those giant things!” Then, turning toward Brian, she continued. “Your honor, I find this man not guilty. And…” She paused, and looked directly in Zach’s eyes. “I’d be happy to have him drive me anytime. And stop whenever he wanted.”

Zach smiled back. Then he realized Nicole basically just told him it would be okay if he felt her up — at least that’s how HE interpreted her statement. And he was pretty sure he saw her nipples start to poke through her tube top. He wrapped his other hand around Nicole’s hands, which were still holding one of his, pulled them to his lips, and kissed her hand just as she had kissed his.

“Thank you, kind lady. And based on your last statement, fuck Uber. I’m renting a car for the rest of the weekend and driving you everywhere. Anywhere that’s got lots of stop signs!” Between the alcohol, the excitement of the weekend, and the fun they were all having, every statement that came out of anyone’s mouth tended to bring laughter from everyone.

“Jeez,” Zach said. “I just realized something. I’ve got a Master’s Degree in Information Technology, with a specialty in Security. It’s an advanced degree which is in high demand. But I’ve got the least amount of formal education of anyone at this table.”

“But that makes perfect sense, Zach,” Nicole replied.

Zach had a confused look on his face. “Why, Nicole?”

With a straight face, she replied, “Because among the four of us, you’re the dumbest one.”

And, again, everyone started laughing loudly. And though he was laughing, Zach quickly remembered a very important lesson he learned back in 6th or 7th grade: If a girl says your dumb, she DEFINITELY likes you. At least that’s what Zach was going with.

Finally, they decided it was time to head back to the hotel. Zach again arranged an Uber, and it wasn’t long before they were all back in the hotel lobby, saying their kaçak bahis goodbyes for the night. Brian gave Zach another big bear hug and told him how happy he was that he was there for the wedding. Stephanie gave him another wet kiss on the lips, just like when she greeted him, and also said how glad she was that he was there.

Nicole, whether fueled by a fun evening or alcohol, didn’t just give him a quick hug this time. She, too, gave him a slightly open-mouth, wet kiss on the lips. Then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight against her body. Zach reciprocated, squeezing her, too. He realized he was getting hard and that she probably felt it, but he didn’t care. Nicole didn’t break the hug right away and actually ground her body against his. When they broke the hug, she gave him another quick kiss on the lips.

“I had lots of fun tonight. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!” she said. Then they all got in the elevator and went to their respective floors.

When Zach got to his room, he sat on the couch and replayed the night in his head. First, he thought Nicole was REALLY nice. Second, he tried to figure out if he was making stuff up in his head or if she was really coming on to him. And third, he was REALLY looking forward to tomorrow night.

When Nicole got to her room, she smiled as she walked in. “I can’t believe I told him he could drive me and make sudden stops,” she thought to herself. She also thought about grinding against him when she hugged him goodnight, and she shook her head. It was late, and she quickly got ready for bed. She pulled out a clean pair of panties and a t-shirt to sleep in, but she didn’t put them on. And she didn’t rush through her nighttime routine because she wanted to quickly go to sleep. She had other ideas.

She climbed into bed naked and imagined Zach making a sudden stop and putting his hand on her breast. She cupped her breast and squeezed it, picturing Zach doing it. Her nipples were already hard, and she pinched them, still thinking about Zach doing it. She moaned quietly. She had very sensitive nipples, and with her vivid imagination, she could clearly picture Zach’s fingers pinching her nipples. She continued pinching one nipple and squeezing the other breast, and she got very wet.

Then she thought about the goodbye hug and feeling Zach get hard. She moved one hand down to her pussy and just pressed hard against her lips, pretending she was again pressing and grinding against Zach’s cock. She slipped one finger into her pussy and let out a louder moan. First, she imagined it was Zach’s finger, and she stroked in and out. After a minute or so, she pulled it out and inserted three fingers, this time pretending they were Zach’s cock. She stroked her fingers in and out, now going a little faster.

She could almost feel Zach on top of her, stroking his cock in and out. The moans were louder and more frequent.

The feeling was incredible. With each stroke of “Zach’s cock”, she lifted her pelvis to meet him. She continued this for quite some time. Zach was squeezing her nipples and fucking her in perfect rhythm with her thrusts. Suddenly, she pulled her hand away from her breasts and rubbed her clit back and forth, very quickly. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she cried out as a giant orgasm hit her. She kept moving her fingers in and out and continued stroking her clit throughout the long explosion of euphoria, with her pelvis jumping high in the air with each wave.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, curled up into the fetal position, and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Zach went for an early run. Seeing the mountains in the background made for a beautiful site. He probably ran a little further than he should have, given the heat, but he was feeling really good, albeit exhausted, when he got back to the hotel. He showered and headed downstairs for something to eat.

The restaurant had the typical breakfast buffet section, with silver trays heated beneath by sterno. There was the standard bacon, sausage links, sliced ham, potatoes, and oatmeal in the hot section. The chilled section had cut-up fruit, yogurt, juices, milk, and some apples and bananas. The best part was the lack of rubbery scrambled eggs. There was a separate counter where three cooks were handling made-to-order main dishes. You could get eggs any way you wanted them, freshly made pancakes, omelets or waffles.

The first person he saw was Brian’s youngest sister, Ashley. They gave each other a big hug, and she told him to come join the family after he got his food. When he got to the table, he greeted Jessica, the middle of the three kids, and Brian’s parents. Zach smiled at the familiar scene of him eating a meal with Brian’s family — even if Brian wasn’t there.

Zach liked Brian’s entire family. In fact, in high school, he dated Jessica a few times. He liked her, but he felt like he was dating his sister. But they still remained good friends. The family caught up on recent events in Zach’s life, and he asked each of the girls, and Brian parents, about their recent activities. Everyone was excited and happy about the weekend, as they all loved Samantha.

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Yours, Mine, Ours

by Pakled

Warning – contains violence, probably politically incorrect, but hey, this is Porn, not Proust…;) Sometimes heroism has its rewards.

In the near future…

The squad was halfway into the souk when they started the ambush. As soon as Jerry saw the faces of the merchants in the marketplace, he knew what was coming. They all kept looking furtively at the roofs, as he started into the stalls and pickup trucks filled with secondhand merchandise.

The rest of his squad was behind him. He’d ticked off the sergeant, so he got point. Ain’t that wonderful, ’embrace the suck’, as his father used to say. He looked at reflections on the windshields, and there they were, setting up a machine gun. He made a quick, almost imperceptible motion to the rest of the squad, who nodded, waiting for the freak-out; when the merchants would finally choose between fighting and running, and running was a big favorite, especially with the hardware the enemy was carrying.

Already he’d identified some cover, and he stopped, held up his arm, then they dashed for it.

The explosion of gunfire above him sprayed all over the square, smashing woodwork and grillwork with cheerful abandon. Thank heavens for amateurs, he grinned, as the bullets flew overhead, way overhead. Today’s lesson is in recoil, he chuckled. Almost lazily, he sighted his grenade launcher, and separated the party above into its component pieces. Looking around for a secondary ambush, he caught them running out of a nearby building, guns blazing. These were more professional, and knew the concepts of things like ‘cover’, and ‘suppressive fire’. The squad auto gun kicked into gear, and put down the nearing threat, as they toppled like puppets, strings cut. Then things got quiet.

“Sound off,” he called.

“Horndog” – a red-headed redneck, with one thing on his mind. A legend in his own thoughts, tall and skinny.

“Specs” – new gal, nice looking, but off-limits….dammit. Still not seasoned, but her dark eyes and dark hair suited her.

“Corporal Smith ” wise guy, the All-American type. Figured Specs’d go for him. Thankfully not a chatterbox.

They rose, slowly and carefully, looking for a tertiary ambush, but then you didn’t relax until you were back at Base.

The market was almost unscathed, except for a small line of destruction caused by the first shots. Nothing some wood glue and bondo wouldn’t cure…they took the time to look around for booby traps, arms, illegal devices. A few people were starting back towards the market, murderous looks at the four soldiers in their midst. Looked like a situation might be developing…time to leave.

The corporal motioned them out the other side. Never show fear, unless it was unobserved. They picked up, scanning trash piles, windows, everywhere danger could threaten.

Specs came up behind him, looking around. “Not much to tech-assess here,” she observed.

“I dunno, there’s a pile of stuff up there, funny markings, don’t look like kufic or roman to me.”

She swiveled down her helmet cam, and stood in front of the wooden boxes. “Looks Chinese”

“Nah,” he said, “too many straight lines, and there’s not many circles in Chinese. One of them is open. There’s some sort of metal device in there.”

She consulted her battlecomp, then turned to him. “Hangul. It’s North Korean. These are IHKEDs.”

“Squad halt! Intelligent Hunter-Killer Explosive Device,” he said, almost casually. The boxes looked boarded up, but then he saw a small, horseshoe-shaped device in front of him. Specs was almost about to step on it, when he grabbed her.

“Freeze,” he ordered. The corporal came forward, but he motioned them off. “Specs almost stepped on them.”

“Unit four, unit four. Freeze soonest,” a disembodied voice in their radios said, “Spegnowski, that means you.”

She started to lower her foot, but the voice returned. “Specs, no. Leave your foot in position. No sudden moves.”

“But I’m standing on one leg!” she complained, “I can’t do this very long…”

“Understood, Tomand (Jerry’s handle)…hold up her foot. Move slowly.”

He reached down, then linked his arms under her leg, and held it up.

“Specs, use your helmet cam to zoom in on the boxes over there. Steadicam mode.”

“Roger that,” she whispered. Her internal display watched the cam move from left to right, and then return to normal mode.

“That’s a San Kye 6, reclassified as Intelligent hunter-killer, also know as Cockroach killer, Sankyu very much, ETO designation radish 4. Infrared detector, mobile tracking, 6 legs, blast radius 4 meters. I’m Robo, be tee double-u”

“Are you actually using that old Internet jargon? What’s next, audible emoticons?”

Robo continued. “Trigger boosts the beastie about 7 feet up, it flips, then blows reactive shrapnel down over the trigger area”

Jerry listened intently. “Reactive shrapnel?” he echoed; so many terms, so little time.

“Aconite…explodes into hard plastic, almost impossible canlı bahis to find in surgery, contains an agent that burns and dissolves flesh.”

“So this is legal?”

“It violates the Geneva convention, the Berne convention, and probably the Diet of Wurms. Very bad news, folks.”

“What’s the trigger radius?”

“About 1 meter. Don’t do that, or it will be a closed-bucket ceremony.”

“Understood.”

Jerry pulled his hands together, looping his fingers under her leg. “Aren’t you glad you joined our team?” he asked, as he looked up at her.

She grimaced, looking down at him. “Just couldn’t be more happy!” she piped sarcastically.

“Where else could you play death twister for fun and profit?” he replied, and she shook silently.

“Guys,” the expert on their phones radioed, “I wouldn’t laugh too much if I were you. Rest of the team, back out about ten meters. Motion the crowd to stand back.”

“Oh, they’re back all right. Seem to be taking bets, it looks like,” Horndog growled, as he scanned the faces slowly. The crowd hid their faces behind veils and turning away. Even here, they knew the profiles would be sent to the local government intelligence, and facial recognition software would identify any potential rebels among them.”

“Good news, Tomand, Specs. Demo is sending a couple of ice spiders down. You can sit down in about an hour.”

“That’s good news, Corp?” he shook his head…slowly. “I was looking for blue four”

The rest of the team giggled nervously.

He looked up at Specs, who was sweating slightly. She looked back, torn between determination and fear. This was her second patrol, and she’d ‘seen the elephant’, but not any real combat up close. She smiled hesitantly.

“So, usually if a guy wants to grab me, he has to buy me dinner first.”

“Specs, if we get out of this, you’re on.” He eased one leg farther out to brace himself, looking at their mutual problem.

It was inevitable that the same people who made fighting robots would discover how to make them ever more deadly. From a simple TV show back in the day, reruns were beamed around the world. Technology can always be used as a weapon, and this was one of the results. A tough, metallic-looking (but hardly metal, too easy to detect) device, it would take instructions, and hide under or crawl over anything to explode where it would do the most damage. It could detect medical or demolitions personnel, and target them particularly. Everyone hated them, but fortunately they were fairly rare.

“Tomand?”

“Yes, Specs?”

“Are you getting tired?”

“Naw, I could hold this leg forever,” he lied.

It was a nice leg, or felt that way. He was bent over slightly, and his back was starting to bother him some. Being 6’2″ holding up a 5’9″‘s leg, made him realize that under the body armor, helmet, uniform, panties and bra, was probably a very nice body.

“Good, ’cause hopefully I won’t have to be here that long.”

“Tired of my company already?” he joked. She held her mouth in a thin line, trying not to laugh.

“I wouldn’t trade you for anyone, right now,” she smiled, “’cause we’d be blown up real good.”

It was his turn not to laugh. He saw her eyes smiling as well, and realized she wasn’t being completely sarcastic.

“HQ, what’s the ETA on those robots?”

“About a half hour, they’re being chilled,” the voice informed them.

“How’s about putting a coupla beers in there for good measure? I’d surely like one when this is over.”

He had a sudden remembrance of an old movie on TV, some line about…”Well, what’s it gonna be, young feller; if’n I freeze, I can’t rightly drop, and if I drop, I’ll be in motion!”

He chuckled, trying not to move.

“What’s so funny?” she queried, and he told her.

“Oh, I know that one…it’s…”

They made small talk, as much as they could without moving. Sweat was starting to roll off both of them, and he must smell. He found out her name was Jennifer, and she learned his name. They’d actually grown up not too far from each other, liked some of the same movies, and she used some of the same games and programs he did.

She’d been a farmer’s daughter, and had gotten tired of plowing the same acres every year, looking out the south side of a northbound tractor going back and forth, over and over.

“Didn’t know you had it so good,” he mused.

“You don’t know the half of it. I wanted to see the world, have adventures, romance…”

“…and wound up in a third-rate flea market trying not to be killed.”

“Well, that I’m used to, you should’ve seen our flea markets, especially on sale day.”

She smiled, remembering life back home.

“Hey Specs, are you getting interested in Tomand?” Hounddog broadcast.

“Shut up, Horndog,” Jerry growled, his arms starting to knot. When would those robots get here?

“Yeah, Horndog, butt out,” she said, looking down at Jerry. She winked up at him.

Winked?

Jerry turned his face down, hoping she wouldn’t see him bahis siteleri blush. As interesting as it was holding onto a real, live homegirl, he’d rather be in a hammock, or a lounge chair, or a bed….

He shut his eyes as the picture played out, then realized he was getting an erection. Shit, I’m about to die, and all I can think about is boning this woman. Dad always said my pecker would get me killed some day. He looked up at her, and saw her looking down at him, a sort of glazed, friendly look. But then they were bunched up pretty close, and she wasn’t a porn star, but he definitely had a woman in his arms. The presence of her affected him like electricity, and he shifted ever so slightly down her leg.

“Battlecomp, kill -9, process 34,” she said, and he heard her audio click. She motioned for him to do the same, and realized his transmitter had gone silent. No one had anything to say to them but platitudes and fairly useless advice, while they held each other.

“Jerry?” she said.

“Jennifer?” he asked, as she looked up at her. She was staring intently at him, a silly grin on her face, as they looked down at the mechanical threat below.

“I know this is going to sound stupid…but I’m horny.”

She giggled, as she looked at him.

“Pretty safe for you, we don’t dare move”

He glowered, as he looked up at her. “So it’s not just me.”

She looked wistfully at him.

“I know, I knew that wasn’t a gun in your pocket. But if we get out of this…”

“When we get out of this…” he finished

“When we get out of this,” she repeated, “I want to thank you,” she breathed.

“T’weren’t nothin’ ma’am,” he gushed, as she looked intently at him.

“No, I mean really thank you. The way a woman can thank a man.”

“Great, now I’m tired, sweaty, and horny..er…” he muttered, as he looked up at her. She had a hopeful look, confident, and her eyes grew narrow, as she slid her arm close around his shoulders.

Behind them, they heard Horndog. “Makin’ your move, buddy! Go Army!” he whistled.

“Shut up, Horndog!” they chorused.

They heard evil laughter in back of them..

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slow motion crawl, as the ice spiders (finally!) crept into view. A software algorithm let it creep as close to the target as possible under cover, before inching towards the final attack. He remembered watching robot wars as a kid, though they moved much faster than this one. Looking longingly at the frosty condensation, he carefully turned his head towards the back. He heard both their comm circuits click back on.

“Don’t these things come with a beer?” he grumbled.”Two beers, that’s what we ordered.”

“It wouldn’t fit,” the radio replied. “But if you get out of this, the first rounds’ on me…”

They looked at each other in surprise. The guy was probably sitting in a room back in the World, propped up on the desk with his joysticks, thousands of miles away.

“Rear echelon mother…” they chorused again, then started giggling. The pressure was getting to them, they were both hot, sweaty, and scared to death. Anything that could keep their mind off the danger just beneath her foot.

“Ah, you’ll hurt my feelings. Tampa is a real hardship post.”

They looked at each other, disgust written on their faces. Yeah, right, two minds thought in unison.

The first tendril of the spider peeked over the box next to the active mine, which suddenly shook. A light came on one the mine.

“Hey, Robo…the thing just shook.”

“And there’s a light on it now,” Jennifer broke in.

“Shit,” they heard.

“Whaddaya mean, ‘shit’?” Jerry barked.

“It’s armed itself. Ok, no worries, just don’t move, don’t giggle, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“If you put us on hold, I swear by all that’s holy…”

“Nah, this customer service representative is right with you. Repeat again, don’t move.”

“We’re so not moving,” Jennifer said, starting to wince. “Fuck, I’m getting a cramp.” She said, pain filling her face.

“Think calm thoughts. I’ll hold you up, and you relax.”

“I can’t, Jerry. I have to walk them out…I’m not getting enough potassium, I think,” she whimpered, as she felt her leg muscles knot.

“Lean against me,” he coaxed.

“I am leaning against you!” she wailed softly. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck, that hurts!”

The spider extended a second claw over the box, fine metallic tools starting to rotate. It moved slowly, step by step, inch by inch.

“Niagara Falls, you were thinking?” the operator smirked.

“What are you talking about? Focus, Robo, focus,” Jerry commanded, as they watched the two robots getting closer.

“Nothing to worry about. The rest of this is just robot to robot, we can’t react fast enough.

They watched, trying hard not to move, when the mine reacted again. A probe came up, rotating slowly, as the spider suddenly sprang into motion. The drill bits slammed into the top of the mine, which rumbled, legs coming out, spasmodically, dragging bahis şirketleri against the robot, as they fought each other. Sparks flew out of the chassis, as they both fought to preserve bladder control.

Suddenly the mine shot into the air, unevenly, as the spider hung on, drilling through the carapace, a small ‘pop’ sounded, as a capacitor discharged through the spider, rather than the explosive charge.

Jerry had already thrown Jennifer down, covering her with his body. He angled his helmet, covering their faces, as he contemplated life without legs. He tried to cover her legs with his, until they both heard the ‘pop’ behind them. They lay there, eyes clenched shut, as they realized they were still alive, and unharmed.

They opened their eyes, faces close to each other. Without warning, she threw her arms around him, crying with joy. He hugged her back, as they slowly started to get up.

They became aware of a small crowd around them, as he pulled her to her feet. He heard the native words for ‘shameful’, and ‘lucky’ in equal measure. The crowd had moved closer, still wary, but slightly friendlier. Not having their belongings blown sky-high probably was most of it.

They found themselves surrounded by other soldiers, laughing, shaking hands, asking a million questions. Jennifer, naturally got more hugs than handshakes, especially Horndog, until she kicked him in the shins.

Dazedly, they went back towards the vehicles. Jerry saw a guy with the joysticks in the back of the ‘jeep’, looking at them.

“Tampa is too hot this time of year anyway,” he said in a familiar voice.

If there was a milspec definition of ‘battle nerd’, this guy looked like it. But then Army glasses made everyone look like a nerd anyway.

“Why you….” he started, until the other man held up his hand.

“Anything that works. We don’t have many samples of this model, so I was working on this all the way from base. This’ll go back to the Pentagon, and I’m sure the SEALs will want a look at it.”

“No doubt. Man, I have to thank you.”

He stuck out his hand, and Robo shook it.

“Just doing my MOS. I get about 99.5% boredom, but .5% sheer terror.”

He gestured to the front seats. “My driver seems to be missing. Drive me back to base?”

Jerry looked around, for the Corporal. Seeing him, the man gave him a nod, and a salute. They climbed in front, and gunned the engines, as the craft lifted off, and headed back to base.

They arrived safely, dodging only a few thrown rocks, as they pulled up and were processed and debriefed. The two of them spent a good hour detailing every instant of the encounter…that they actually wanted to share. The Captain took their statements, downloaded their battlecomps, and gave them the afternoon off, after notifying Jerry that he was up for a medal.

“Yes sir!” he replied, as they left the trailer, and headed back to their barracks. He got to the entrance to the women’s quarters, and she turned to him, and planted her hands on her hips. “Get a shower, and meet me at Trailer 117, and look for a towel. If it’s not hanging up, then I’ll see you another time. 18:30”

“I need a shower,” he protested.

She wrinkled her nose. “Yes, you do. Take one, and see me there.”

She walked in, and looked over her shoulder at him as she went through the door.

He consulted the online map of the base, and realized that it was next to the desalination plant. Almost no one went there except to work on the machinery, and there was a small bit of gray area on the map. It didn’t say what was there, but he had a pretty good idea.

Since the first days that women joined the army, every base of any size had a ‘lovers’ lane’, where two horny soldiers could have both fun and privacy. Usually the officers, with ‘rank hath it’s privilege’, would attempt to pick up the female non-coms and privates, keeping one eye on the chain of command, and the other eye on their targets. They had the ‘Big O’ club to fall back on, unlike regular soldiers. But an unspoken arrangement soon came into being, where frantic, sweaty sex could be had by design and seduction.

This base was no different; and due to the relative imbalance between men and women, he’d never had a chance to find out where it was. They were both the same rating, so rank was not an issue. He already felt closer to her than since she’d come into the unit, and he wasn’t afraid of getting closer still. Who better would understand a man like him, than a woman in the same occupation? He realized how lonely he’d been all this time, and eagerly looked forward to seeing her there.

He showered, one eye on the clock, running timetables through his head as he put on clean battledress, minus the armor. It just got in the way, anyway. As soon as it was 6:20, he started down to the plant, looking nonchalantly for a towel on a line.

It was up! He walked quietly past it, heading down a wooden catwalk, passing close to a door, and then he saw it open.

He looked in, and grinned when he saw her, dressed much the same as he was. She threw herself into his arms, her lips locked on his, tongue already dancing with his as he shut the door with his foot. She took his hand, pulling him into the room.

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From somewhere in the yawning darkness of the street at his back, a faint chime declared the spell of midnight as cast. Yet even in this late hour there was no hint of a whispering breeze come to cool and caress his flushed skin. The temperature had soared throughout the day and lingered on still, leaving the air around him heavy and thick. Its humid fingers clinging mercilessly to his body.

On reaching the top of the stairs however, the awareness of it faded as all thought left him to wait impatiently beyond the doorway. Turning his head to one side he listened, in vain, for movement inside. Then curling his fingers over the door handle he pushed down in expectation of the familiar click. She had to be home, he reasoned, as the door swung freely towards him. The house was wide open and light immersed almost every window in its glow.

Stepping inside, his body so casual in its movements that every gesture appeared seductive, he let the screen fall quietly shut. Again he paused to listen but there was nothing. Not even droplets of water loosening themselves from a tap ruffled the stillness. Gazing around the lounge room he lightened his feet then peered into the kitchen. Once more lit, but empty.

With his footsteps now falling across the bare floor towards the bedroom door, his shoulder soon came to rest upon its frame as he allowed himself a smile.

She’d not meant for the door to be left unlocked, or for all the lights to burn away through the night. She’d only come to lay upon the bed, letting her mind drift off in some bahis firmaları novel, trying to escape the heat in a thin white slip. Now though, her wakefulness had deserted her to sink into the weightless down, the novel had fallen away and its pages folded themselves closed.

Sweeping over her motionless body, as she lay there on her stomach, so vulnerable in her sleep. His eyes came to rest on the gentle, lace covered, swell between her slightly parted thighs. Feet shifting of their own accord, he made his way towards her, drawing his shirt over his head.

Easing his weight slowly onto the covers, he knelt upon the bed. Deftly moving over her to bring one knee up between her legs and place a hand above her shoulder. Then with mischief alight in his dark, soulful eyes he pressed his body to hers, brushing his sensuous lips against her neck.

Instantly she stirred beneath him, waking senses flooding her with a rigid fear. “Shush baby.” Murmuring to her ear he felt her whole body yield in the space of a breath. For her, there was no mistaking the velvety roll of his soothing words. “I’ve missed you.” As it floated to him, dreamlike, his mouth travelled back along her neck. Tenderly pulling against the soft skin while he let his hand leisurely glide down over the curve of her buttocks, holding to the warmth below.

Then with searching fingers pushing aside the lace and impelling her to press back against him he sensed the undying desire, which kept her as his alone, take hold. He took pleasure in it, in the way she writhed under kaçak iddaa him. In her longing to turn and kiss the sweetness of him. In her ineffective endeavours to lift against him before, weakening from his touch, she collapsed back to the covers breathing soft cries of pleasure.

Still, with his own needs rising, the cool black leather of his belt slithered across white silk as he unfastened it, then sat back on his heels. Letting the weight of his palm on the small of her back hold her in place.

Once the last of his clothing had hit the floor his hands returned to her resolutely. Tugging at the lace to expose her groove and then reaching under her, lifting her back on to his thighs. Knowingly raising her arms as he gathered her slip, she inhaled sharply as he roughly sought her breasts. His fingers biting at their rosy tenderness. Yet finding her freedom she slipped from his fervent embrace. Leaving him nothing but silk to clutch as she turned to playfully push at his chest.

Amused, he indulged her notions of control, resting back as she traced over the masculine contours of his body. Her touch soon chased by a shower of kisses as lightly at first, then lingering teasingly her warmth danced against him. Closing his eyes he willed her to melt down upon him like warm honey. Still he knew that it was only torment she would give him, anything else he would have to take for himself.

With that sudden realization his fingers dug into the milky softness of her hips, throwing her to the covers. Now with one hand tangling in her hair kaçak bahis and pulling back to again reveal her neck to the heat of his mouth, his strong thighs forced their way between hers. Holding to his hungry body she relented willingly as he pushed into her.

Drowning in his intensity, hugging every inch of him, her body rocked as he united not only flesh but soul. Matching his rhythm her hands fell away, fumbling to grip at the bedcovers as all reason blurred. Lost to the irrepressible wave of passion that crashed upon her when ever he was near.

Above her, aware of the mounting tension, as he coaxed her towards the edge. The sound of his name, escaping hazily into the sultry air, only served to urge him further in sending her over it. Now, moving together with intoxicating closeness, her hushed plea’s for release were answered and as she tightened around him her whole body trembled in his powerful arms.

Dazed by the engulfing sensations coursing throughout, her tongue stole from her mouth to wet her parted lips. Yet as he focused on it’s inviting movement along with his own thirst for relief the memory of it returned and would not be denied.

Straddling her nakedness and twisting the waves of her hair about his fingers he pressed the smoothness of himself firmly to her mouth, then thrust into its slippery heat. Closing her eyes as she gave to the silkiness and taste she revelled in the urgency gripping him. Then, with his back arching, cream bathed her darting tongue as his entire body breathed release.

Fingers entwining as he moved to enfold her she held close to him, wondering how long he had returned home for. Yet as a light kiss was placed on her forehead she remembered that it didn’t matter, he was here with her in this moment.

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