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If this was a story about an average, everyday, run of the mill fishing trip, I probably wouldn’t tell it. It would be boring at the very least. No, my friends this was either the fishing trip from heaven or hell. I’ll let you decide which of the two is the best description. I do know I’ll never forget it nor would I want too.

It began at the local bar I hang out in; it’s just down the road from my house. The usual afternoon crowd was seated around the horseshoe shaped bar talking, laughing, and drinking beer for the most part. About ten minutes past the start of happy hour on a warm, bright spring day, I stood just inside the front door letting my eyes adjust to the dimmer light. For those that don’t know happy hour starts at four and runs until seven. Fifty-cent draft and dollar long necks keep us coming in every afternoon like clockwork.

As my eyes adjust, I look around the bar, yup, sure enough, I know everyone here. Same old shit, different day. The same groups of people sitting or standing around talking to the same people they talked to yesterday and the day before. The same old men on the left front corner of the bar giving the barmaid a hard time or wishing they could anyway. The same bunch of young guys playing pool. The same sets of couples, married or engaged or just living together. The same single or divorced guys hovering over the same bunch of single or divorced women. Yep, this is home.

As I step up to the bar, the barmaid has my beer set out and takes my dollar with a nod and a “Hi, Bob.” The reply. “Hey, Brenda.” rolls off my lips before I even think about it. For the ten thousandth time I think to myself. “Man, I’ve got to get a life.” As the end of the bar is full, I wander around to the left side and spot a stool close to the far end. As I climb up on the stool, I realize I’m the old single guy between two married couples. I can’t help but wonder whose Sister or Aunt happens to be in town and needs a date.

I tried to use the undivided attention on my beer trick but it was to no avail. Almost immediately Ruth asked what I had plans for the weekend. I started to tell her that I had several almost ripe virgins to take care of but realized that it wouldn’t work here. I’ve never seen a virgin, ripe or otherwise in this county in so long I wouldn’t recognize one if it bite me. So I replied with the truth, a bad move around here. “Well, I really hadn’t thought about it much as it’s only Tuesday.”

Ruth’s husband leaned across and said. “Hey, that’s great. Some of the kids and Nieces are coming up for the weekend and want to go fishing. Ruth and I are calling bingo at the VFW hall Friday night and Sunday afternoon so we’re tied up. You can use my pontoon boat. They could probably run it themselves but I’d feel better with an adult along, you know what I mean. Anyway you know where they can catch some fish this time of year and they don’t. I’m glad that’s settled, I’ll tell them tomorrow, ok?”

This was one long rushed statement. You may think there was a question at the end but there wasn’t. Just an inquiry as to whether I had heard him or not. So I just nodded and went back to contemplating my beer. Early Friday, I’d figure some way out of this mess. I just couldn’t see myself spending the weekend on a barge with a bunch of spoiled brat kids who didn’t want to be there anyway.

Well, here it is Friday afternoon and I’m back sitting at the bar again. I’d forgotten about the kids and fishing until Ruth walked up and said. “The kids will be ready to go around eight in the morning.”

My little pea of a brain was rattling around inside my coffee can head looking for a reason I couldn’t make it in the morning but it wasn’t having any luck. To give myself time I asked. “How many kids are going?”

“Just my Granddaughter Lisa, her little friend from school and my Niece Taffy. The three boys are grounded for bad grades. The girls have been looking forward to this trip all week.”

Three little girls, alright, they’d get bored easily and I’d be off the hook by noon at the latest. “Sounds good Ruth, I’ll be at the boat by eight.”

As Ruth headed back around the bar, I tried to remember Lisa and Taffy. I know I’ve met them, but it was years ago. One had dark hair and one was blond. They had been maybe eight or nine years old and I hadn’t paid much attention at the time. Kids were never my strong suit; I tended to either treat them to much as adults or too much as kids. I never felt comfortable around them.

I arrived at the boat around seven thirty so I could unload the rods and tackle I’d brought, along with an ice chest with beer and cokes. The paper sack I stowed under the console held sandwiches and snacks for the girls. With everything stowed I fired up the outboard and let it warm up.

It had only been daylight for about a half-hour and was still quite cool. I sat on the large seat that ran completely across the stern of the boat and sipped my coffee. I’d used this boat before illegal bahis and liked it; it was a pontoon boat, about twenty nine feet long and eight feet wide. There was seating for about ten people, four on the bench seat where I sat, two at the small table on my left, one at the steering console and four in back to back seating forward. There was plenty of room to walk around and a half top covering the rear seating area for shade. There was an aerated live and bait well in the floor by the console. All in all it was a nice setup.

I heard voices and laughing coming from up toward the house and figured the kids were on their way. As the three girls came around the end on the garage I was in for a shock. These three young ladies were in their late teens or early twenties. Where had the time gone? They couldn’t be this old could they? Well, I guess they could, because they were.

Lisa did have dark hair, and was short and slightly over rounded in the gray sweat suit she was wearing. “Hey, Uncle Bob. Long time since I’ve seen you. Mom told me your name but I couldn’t place you until I saw you. You remember Taffy don’t you?”

I didn’t really, but if she had looked like she does now, I’d have never forgotten her. Tall, blond, thin, in a college tracksuit. “Yes, I remember you both but you were only this tall, last time I saw you. Was that really ten years ago?”

Lisa laughed and Taffy smiled. In a deeper voice than I would have expected, Taffy replied. “Well, not quite ten but close enough. On the way up here we were trying to remember exactly who you were and how long ago we were here last. It’ll be ten years on the forth of July and I was right and Lisa was wrong as usual. She is a P. E. major after all.” She ended with a laugh.

All I could do was smile and cock my head. I was learning as I went. I recalled from the past that these two had quite a friendly rivalry going. It still seemed to be in effect.

Lisa broke in on my train wreck of thought. “This is my roommate at school, Terry; she’s another P. E. major. We have to go in-groups to protect ourselves from the eggheads like Taffy; she’s a Liberal arts major. What exactly is a liberal art, outside of the bedroom anyway?” She asked with a giggle.

While Lisa and Taffy were jousting with their wits, I looked over Terry. She was a nice looking young lady with red hair and a cute oval face. The rest of her was hid under Levi’s and a large bulky sweater.

Once they were on board and had their stuff stowed, I untied the four ropes holding the barge centered in the boat stall and eased the motor in reverse. As I was backing around the girls found themselves places to sit. Taffy and Lisa were at the small table and Terry was curled up on the long bench behind me. As I got the boat headed out the channel toward the main lake I asked. “Well, what do you young ladies want to catch? Catfish, Bream, or White bass?”

Lisa giggled at the expression on Taffy’s face. “Grandpa said you’d know what was biting and where. What are biting best right now and the easiest to catch? Don’t worry about Taffy all she wants to do is work on her tan.”

“Bream are the easiest to catch a lot of. A small piece of worm on a small hook in shallow water under a cork works well. Cat is the easiest to fish for. You drop a line baited with shad over the side and let it drag just on bottom, and then we let the fish do the work while the boat just drifts along. When one hits we grab a pole and reel it in.”

The girls looked at each other and Taffy said what was on all their minds. “I’m not touching a slimy dirty worm.” All of them nodded.

I had to laugh. “O.K. I guess its cat fishing time. Let’s get some bait.” With that said, I made a sweeping turn up into a small creek mouth and dropped anchor.

Terry looked around and asked. “Where are we going to buy bait at out here?”

Lisa and Taffy laughed as I got the cast net from under the forward seats. “Well Terry, we don’t need a store. As usual Mother Nature takes care of her own. If you’ll bring that bucket up here, I’ll try to show you what I mean.”

After unrolling the twenty-foot rope, I spread out the net and held it by the edge with my hands about three feet apart. The bottom of the net was facing away from me as I rolled the edge up in my hands. When the bottom edge was off the deck, I slowly moved the whole thing to my right, and then tossed it across to the left. My right hand and arm moving up and over my left. The net flew out about fifteen feet and hit the water flat with its whole six-foot span open. I let it sink about four or five feet as I knew the bottom was about six feet down. I gave the rope a sharp jerk to close the net and hauled it in hand over hand. I held the collapsed net over the bucket, opened it, and shook out a half dozen small shade.

“Hey, that’s neat. Can I try?” Terry asked.

“Sure. Here loop the rope around your wrist.” I watch her closely as she concentrated on the net. She had illegal bahis siteleri it rolled up nicely as I told her to turn a little more to the left so as to not throw in the same place I had. It was a nice cast although she didn’t quite get her arms crossed far enough to get the net fully open. She let it sink almost to bottom before I told her to jerk and haul it in.

As she opened it over the bucket about a dozen small shad and two large shad fell out. Lisa and Taffy both came forward to look at the catch. Lisa said. “That’s a much easier way of throwing one of those than anything I’ve ever seen. Most people spin in a circle and get all tangled up in the rope, if not the net.” She ended with a laugh.

“Terry, make one more cast. If you do as good as you did on the first, we’ll have enough bait for the mornings fishing.” She didn’t do quite as well on the second cast, fish wise but it was a much better cast. Four large shad made it into the bucket. “That’s enough for now. Let’s see how the fish are biting. If we need more we’ll get them later.”

I took the net from Terry and hung it over the front rail to dry. “Thanks Mr. Harlan. That was fun, I like trying new things.”

“Terry, call me Bob, that’s my name, Mr. Harlan was my father.” I said with a smile.

After hauling in the anchor, I headed us out toward the center of the lake. The ninety-horse outboard was humming along and pushing this big boat about forty miles an hour. I was glad to be behind the console and windshield as it was still rather chilly. The wind was making it down right cold. All three girls moved over and huddled in behind me. I grinned to myself and eased off the throttle a little. It was about a five minute run out to the old river channel I planned on fishing. I just sipped my coffee and continued to grin, thinking about all those goose bumps piled up behind me.

As we neared the area I flipped on the depth finder and throttled down to about five miles an hour. As I got up to get the marker buoys from under the seat my mean streak took hold of me. “Were you girl’s cold? Why didn’t you say something, there’s several blankets under that back seat. All you had to do was ask, I could have slowed down and could have gotten them out and been nice and cozy.”

Lisa looked at Taffy and said. “He’s just like Grandpa, letting us freeze just to make a point of us standing up for ourselves.”

Taffy looked at me and shook her head. “No, Lisa you’re wrong on that one. He’s just got a mean streak and it’s a foot wide.” When I grinned in spite of myself, she pointed and said. “See.”

I continued to grin as I eased the boat back and forth across the deep channel. When I found the horseshoe bend I was looking for, I dropped a red marker on the outside of each side of the shoe. Then I headed up wind to get ready to fish.

The wind was light and out of the due south, it would be a good day to drift fish, and it would be warmer as the day wore on. There’s a half dozen rod holders clamped to the rail along one side, I placed a rod in each. I had fixed them up with new line and rigging the night before. The rig was simple, the line tied to a three-way swivel, and a foot of line tied a one-ounce lead to the bottom and two feet of line ended in a number one hook. On the hook, I threaded one of the small shad and free spooled the line to bottom and stripped off another six or eight feet of line.

As I was baiting the forth rod, the second one jumped in the holder. Lisa grabbed it and gave it a sharp jerk. There was a responding pull, as the fish got the idea it’s free lunch had a small string attached. I told Lisa to keep the rod tip up and let it work against the fish. It wasn’t a large cat but a nice keeper anyway. I got the dip net out of the overhead rack and netted it. As I hauled it aboard, I handed the net toward Lisa, who stepped back. “Hey, I don’t unhook cat fish they have sharp fins. Anyway they’re slimier than worms.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Just hold the net while I get my pliers. I’ll show you the easy way to handle these little ones.”

Once I had both pair of pliers, I used the regular ones to grab the lower lip on the fish and the needle nose ones to remove the hook. “See it’s just that simple. Hold him firm with these but be careful not to crush the lip on the small ones that we’ll throw back. Then just drop it in the live well.” I finished as the fish made a splash.

“You caught the fish, you bait the hook. Grab one of the small shad and I’ll show you. Place the point of the hook in the mouth and bring it out the side of the gill plate, the turn the hook and run it back through the body near the tail, like so. Did everybody see how I did that?” I asked as I looked at each girl. There were nods all around.

I laughed and said. “Don’t worry; I’ll do the baiting unless you want to try it yourself. That’s what this bucket is for, if someone will fill it about half full of lake water, I can wash my hands.” canlı bahis siteleri Terry grabbed the bucket and headed up to lay down on the front deck and dips the bucket in. After I baited the other two rods, I washed my hands and dried them on one of the old towels I’d brought along.

By the time we’d finished that first drift it was around ten thirty and we had five fish in the live well. We’d also thrown back four or five smaller ones. Each girl had landed about three fish a piece. When we were a hundred yards past my down wind marker, we reeled every thing in and I fired up the motor to move us back up wind.

This time, when I went to set out the rods I had plenty of help. Returning to the console, I removed my jacket and poured the last of my coffee. I sat down to relax and propped my feet up on the seat across from me. The girls had gotten the hang of getting the fish off and even putting new bait on. They were really enjoying themselves and so was I. They were good company in a young way, something I’d needed for a long time and didn’t even know it. The bunch of old farts I’d been hanging around with, were making me old before my time. Three months ago, I’d celebrated my twenty first birthday for the twenty-second time. I wasn’t old; I just had high mileage, that’s the way I looked at it.

Terry said something to Lisa about it warming up and I couldn’t hear her reply but all three girls laughed as Taffy opened the small ice chest the girls had brought. She pulled three cokes out and pasted them around. Terry placed hers in the drink holder and grabbed the bottom of that big bulky sweater she was wearing and peeled it off over her head. For a long time, all I saw was bare skin as she bent forward to ease it off over her long hair. When she stood up there was a lot of bare skin showing except for two small triangles of thin cloth that were straining to hold in and cover up a gorgeous set of well rounded breasts. They were a little large for her small frame but firm, high and tight as only a young girl can be. The large nipples made small tents in the thin fabric; the cool breeze had them standing tall and hard. The bright blue cloth was in sharp accent to her jeans and pale skin.

“It’s still a little cool, but it feels great.” Was Terry’s statement, as she saw the other two girls and me looking at her.

“We really couldn’t tell.” said Taffy. “If your nipples get any harder, they’re going to shatter or poke holes in that excuse for a top your almost wearing.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I grew over the winter. This is last years top and it fit fine then. When we dressed this morning I was still half awake. Anyway it’s the only one I have, so it’ll have to do, won’t it.” Terry replied then stuck out her tongue.

I had to laugh when Taffy said. “Don’t threaten me with that. That’s Lisa’s department.”

Lisa looked around at me and blushed a bright red. “Taffy will you shut up. Your mouths big enough to hold several feet and I’m not talking about the kind that wear shoes.”

Taffy said. “Hey, I resemble that remark. Flattery won’t get you any points with me.”

About that time there was a mad scramble for the rod that jumped in the holder. Once they got it figured out, whose turn it was to do what; the fish was too small to keep. It was a three-ring circus from my point of view. If Terry didn’t fall out of that top before the day was out, it would be a miracle. I took bets with myself to see which would be more important the fish or getting the top back on. I was betting on the fish.

The next fish was Terry’s; it was a nice one of about four pounds. Taffy had the net and Lisa was on the pliers. They were doing fine until that cat made a flopping roll in the net; Terry had a loose grip on the handle and had the rim of the net laying on the rail. Lisa had a partial grip on the fish but still got slimmed across her chest. That flannel jogging suit top was a mess.

I jumped up to help but was waved away. “We got it.” Taffy said to me. After Lisa dropped it into the live well, she turned and stared at Taffy. “You mean I got it. Look at this mess; this is a brand new suit. I’ll never get the slime or the smell out.”

I heard this one coming from a mile away as Taffy said. “What smell? You don’t smell any different.”

Terry and I laughed as Lisa sputtered and tried to think of a comeback. It was slow going, finally she asked. “You’re going to give me a hand so I don’t get this stuff in my hair?”

Taffy lent a hand and between the two of them the shirt came off without sliming the hair. I had been right; Lisa was a little on the chunky side but not bad. A little summer exercise and she’d slim down. She was built a lot like her mom, all tits, and butt. Short of waist and short legs, but all woman.

Her bikini top was better fitting than Terry’s but was filled to capacity. I’ve seen double D’s but this was verging on triples. The soft velveteen material and the wide shoulder straps were at their load limit.

Taffy looked at Lisa, then at Terry. “Between the two of you I know where my other three or four bra sizes went. Lisa, you’ve blossomed or rather bloomed over the winter yourself. You two could make a small herd.”

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2005 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

Copyright Chris Auld 2005. All rights reserved. Written with help from Rose who set the scene for me to finish. Thank you Rose.

Synopsis: A loving man promises his woman the best of everything, and delivers on his promise although it may not have been exactly what she was expecting.

***

She was a natural beauty. Not the kind defined by ads or magazines or the media, but a truly beautiful woman. Her gold- blonde hair fell to the small of her back, just brushing the top of her ass when she was naked. Sad, green-speckled eyes lit up whole rooms with their sparkle when she smiled, which was often.

It had taken her many years (and several not-so-nice lovers) to finally be proud of her body. To be comfortable with it. To know in her mind as well as her heart that she was beautiful, even if she did not look like the women in Playboy.

God, how he loved her. How he would do anything for her. He loved to see her body in candlelight. Watch the shadows as he stroked her, caressing her soft curves, feeling the now-softening ridges of her stretch marks, cupping her slightly uneven breasts caused by breastfeeding more on one side than the other. “What would I do without her”, he thought.

This weekend had been planned carefully for a long time. Everything was going to be perfect. He prepared an early dinner of steamed clams, French bread, and wine. Broiled steaks, seasoned red potatoes, and salad. Cooking was not one of his talents and he infrequently went to these lengths, yet he labored diligently to ensure the simple menu would be perfect. He even had her favorite dessert – lemon ice that he purchased at the local supermarket on the way home. They ate by candlelight, the fireplace providing the perfect balance of light across the open living room and kitchen area.

He could not tear his eyes away from her. He had made special plans for them tonight, and hoped his face did not give anything away. It was to be a secret for as long as possible. A little smile, a glint in his eye, something, aroused her suspicions. She asked what he was up to, but he just tilted his head and smiled.

He cleared away the dishes, and they sat on the floor leaning lightly against each other in front of the fire with glasses of wine. He touched her cheek gently with his palm. “My darling, I have a very special surprise for you tonight.” She started to speak, but he put a finger to her lips and said softly, “I want you to leave everything to me.” She crinkled her eyes in puzzlement. “I want you to do as I say.” This said with a deep, gentle voice. “I don’t want you to speak, unless I ask you a question, or give you permission. Do you understand?”

He felt her shudder, and knew that the evening was going to go well. This was not the first time their play had fringed on forcefulness and he knew how it would arouse her, that she was probably already becoming wet. He smiled at her, caressing her cheek, as he kissed her lips very softly. She looked expectantly into his deep brown eyes, and smiled ever so slightly. She thought she had an idea of how the evening would end. How wrong that would turn out to be!

He guided her into their bedroom. It was huge, with an old- fashioned closet/dressing room/bathroom attached and all the rooms seemed to blend into one. He sat her on the end of the four-poster bed as he went around the room lighting candles. She studied his mature frame as he moved. No longer the toned, amateur athlete he once was, his body was nevertheless in decent shape despite being softer than in his youth. Sitting for long hours for too many years behind a desk at his hi-tech startup company had taken a toll. But what he had lost in physical attributes was compensated for by the aura of confidence he exuded and the feelings of wantonness that he triggered in her that she had almost never experienced with other men. She became aware of the wetness pooling in her panties as more of these random thoughts floated through her mind.

The flickering light gathered in strength as more candles were lit, and he turned off the room lights leaving them in the warmth of the candlelight. He returned to her now, and gently and carefully undressed her, kissing her here and there as he went, yet keeping his own clothes on. She reached for his belt but he was not ready for that yet and pushed her hands away. “I didn’t tell you to do that,” he reminded her.

When she was fully naked, he took both her hands, drew her to her feet, and walked canlı bahis şirketleri her to one side of the bed. He laid her down again in the middle of the four-poster. She was so caught up in the moment that she did not see the leather ropes; but she felt them binding her. She gasped quietly as he tied her hands and then her feet, spreading her limbs to form a widespread X.

Standing at the end of the bed to check on his work, he shook his head slowly in disbelief at her beauty as the candlelight floated over her body. Her soft curves undulated and flowed into each other with a magical quality that artists over the centuries had vainly (and perhaps stupidly) tried to capture on hard, unyielding surfaces. Her nipples were tight now, and erect. She lifted her head and watched him lick his lips as he studied the exposed, swelling, pink wet lips below the soft red hair on her mound. With a groan of expectation her head fell back to the pillow.

Now he started to undress, and her breath quickened as she watched him. As his shirt disappeared, the light dusting of hair on his slight paunch was clearly visible in the candlelight. She could see the outline of his hard, stiff cock trapped vertically against his stomach by his pants, anxious to be free of the clothing that constrained it. As his pants fell to the ground, the head of his cock emerged from under the waistband of his boxers exposing the thick head already glistening with his juices. As his boxers fell to join his pants, his heavy balls hung between his firm thighs as his cock strained upwards. “How can he walk around all day with things like that hanging between his legs?” she thought to herself automatically and incongruously despite her arousal. Such thoughts were soon driven out of her mind as he leaned over her, kissing her soft mouth gently as his tongue eagerly probed. Her pulse raced. “I love you,” he whispered. She felt it all over her body. “I want to give you the very best of everything.” She looked into his eyes, so happy. He was always good to her. He would never, ever hurt her. She knew that. “Everything,” he repeated. Tears began to form in her eyes. She blinked her eyes, and a tear slowly rolled down each side of her face. With one fingertip, he gently wiped them away. She started to say she loved him, but he stopped her again, putting his finger to her lips. “No words tonight.” he said.

The lighting was perfect – not harsh or glaring – and just enough to create an intimate interplay of light and shadow. With her eyes closed, she sensed rather than saw his shadow falling over her as he knelt between her legs. His lips brushed against her eyes kissing away the happy tears. His lips moved lower to her throat and neck, which she helplessly offered to him, stretching her head backwards into the soft pillows. Lower and lower his lips moved, across the sloping mounds of her breasts to the very tips where they lingered long enough to gently suck the rigid and sensitive nipples. Now even lower over her abdomen where he lingered at the scars – appendix and caesarean, while his hands stroked down her legs from her thighs to her feet. As his fingers began to loosen the leather ropes around her ankles, she tried to raise and spread her legs in anticipation of what she assumed was to come. “No. I’ll tell you when to move,” he whispered quite sternly and she let her thighs fall back to the bed. His hands moved the soft leather restraints up her legs to her knees. Again thoughts raced through her mind piling up on top of each other. “This is new,” she thought, “what is he going to do? We’ve never done this before.” Her excitement was climbing as rapidly as her uncertainty.

Leaning over her again, but this time with his hands behind her knees, he urged her legs upwards and outwards until they were spread as high and wide as they could be without discomfort. She could feel his cock leaving trails of moisture as it lay on her mound and his hairy balls tickled her pussy. Now those leather ropes from her knees were re-attached to the posts at the top of the bed near her hands. She was fully exposed to him in a private and personal way that would have humiliated and embarrassed her in the years before she met him, before she had learned about herself. She could feel the wetness between her legs starting to trickle down over that incredibly sensitive area between her pussy and her ass.

“Look” he said, stroking the back of a finger gently up and down between the lips of her pussy. She craned her head forward to see. Below the soft red hair on her mound she could see her own inner pussy lips, pink, swollen and glistening canlı kaçak iddaa in the candlelight as they were spread apart by the position of her legs. He used both hands now to pull the inner lips upwards and apart and the small pink tip of her clit appeared. She was captivated by the sight. She had never looked at herself in this way before, from this angle, with her knees beside her ears. But then again, it wasn’t every day she found herself in this particular position! She had looked in a handheld mirror of course from below, but then, who hadn’t? She could feel her heart pounding as she watched her clit swell. What a disturbingly erotic sight. At times she had wondered what it would be like to be with another woman, to see and touch another woman’s pussy. Would it look and feel like hers? Was hers beautiful? Would it taste good? She was feeling so totally safe and relaxed that the thought that next burst into her mind without warning was not instantly dismissed as usual. “If I could bend just a little bit more,” she mused, “I could almost lick my own clit and then I would know what a woman feels and tastes like.” She was shocked and yet strangely excited at the suddenly intrusive thought, and her trembling anticipation intensified. She felt him move, and her thoughts flipped back to the present.

“What was he going to do?” This was already something they had never done before. She no longer felt confident that she knew what was going to happen tonight. Leaning downwards he blew gently on her clit, touching just the tip of his tongue to it. Her stomach rippled as shivers of excitement ran up her body causing her head to fall back on the pillows. “Now remember that and close your eyes,” he said as he reached for something from the bedside table. As her lids closed, she felt the flickering of the candles dim and complete darkness fall as a soft blindfold covered her eyes. “Now. Just enjoy yourself and remember that I love you and want you to have only the best of everything,” he said comfortingly but firmly as she started to react. Having little option but to trust him, she lay back and waited for what was to come next.

He knelt there for a few long moments sliding one hand up and down his now hugely throbbing cock. The sight of her upturned ass right there in front of him was almost too much for him to bear. He knew he could tilt his hips forward right now and his cock could just as easily slide into her ass as it could into her pussy. And would sink as deeply into her as it was possible for it to go with her legs and thighs raised the way they were. But that was not the plan for tonight at all, and he reluctantly released his cock before it was too late.

Taking two long white feathers from the drawer of the bedside table, he started with her face. Gently stroking just the ends of the feathers across her lips caused the tip of her tongue to appear as she tried to capture them with her mouth. The feathers continued across her cheeks and over her ears. Sometimes she could actually feel them as they moved, sometimes she just thought she could feel them, but her nerve endings still told her something was happening. Her pussy was now streaming and aching for physical stimulation. But the feathers continued across her neck and shoulders causing her to gasp and writhe. Now on her breasts, now her stomach, back to her breasts and shoulders, no way of predicting where they would go next. Eventually, the feathers moved slowly downwards across her stomach, across her soft red pubic hair and down the length of her pussy lips. She curved her hips even higher to encourage the feathers to stay on her pussy. She though that what she was expecting was about to happen. But again she was mildly disappointed as the sensations made their way up the insides of her thighs, to her knees and feet. The tickling on her feet was become intense as the feathers started back down, lingering on her inner thighs just inches from her slick, swollen lips. They passed over her ass causing her to clench her cheeks making her little pucker almost disappear as if trying to grip the feathers. The sensations had built to almost impossible heights intensified by her inability to move. She was almost coming with every slight movement of the feathers. The bed undulated as he adjusted his position and she thought, “At last, now he will fuck me.” But, instead, she felt a tongue slide through her slippery wetness from her ass over the length of her pussy and finally flick at her clit. That was enough to push her over the edge and she felt the waves of orgasm rippling across her body. Straining at her leather bounds she panted canlı kaçak bahis rapidly as sensations flooded her brain, excluding everything external for a few moments of peaceful, loving satisfaction.

Eventually, she tried to say; “Now it is your turn.” But he very firmly reminded her that she had not been told she could speak yet, and that anyway, they were not finished. More shuffling on the bed and now she felt the tongue once more on her pussy. Long slow strokes the length of her pussy lips, little short jabs with a stiff tongue into her vagina, circling movements around her clit. Now a finger slipped into her cunt and probed in and out as the tongue continued to lap. She could feel the sensations peaking again as a second finger entered her cunt and the two fingers together curled upwards behind her clit to the rougher patch of her G-spot. A thumb pressed firmly against her gapingly exposed ass causing her to squirm even more. The fingers in her cunt withdrew and worked wetly on her clit as the tongue moved down to circled her little puckered ass. She groaned and tried to press her ass harder against the tongue but with little success because of the way she was bound. She could hear him groaning now as well and wondered how much longer he could hold out before he gave in and thrust his hard cock into her desperately waiting cunt. But the fingers and tongue retreated leaving her empty and impatient as she sensed him kneel up.

With some more rocking of the bed the tongue returned to her clit and the fingers returned to her cunt but this time with a different motion. Before, his head had been mostly still with just the tongue moving. Now it felt as if his head was thrusting forwards and backwards in time with his groaning. Every time she heard him groan, his head thrust forward causing soft cheeks to push against her thighs as the tongue tantalized her. His fingers didn’t seem to fill her quite as much as they had done a few minutes ago, but she presumed that this was because she had come once and was ready to come for a second time. She luxuriated in the feeling of being totally exposed and helpless. “What if my friends or neighbors could see us now,” she mused to herself as her mind wandered. “I’ll bet they would never think of me doing something like this. They probably think I am just an average middle aged housewife with an average, boring sex life.” And then, “Oh my God! Are the blinds closed? What if one of the neighbors looks through the window?” Her automatic thoughts had intruded once more. Instinctively, she turned her head to double-check the drapes before she remembered the blindfold. Despite herself, she could feel her pussy lips engorging even more as these strange, wild thoughts flickered through her mind and the flashing lights that preceded her orgasms started pulsing in her eyes intensified by the darkness of the blindfold.

She heard him say “Now!” and the darkness turned again into soft flickering candlelight as the blindfold was suddenly not there anymore. “Look now” he said and again she craned her head forward. She could see the tongue between her lips, flicking her clit upwards and the wet, slippery fingers pushing into her cunt. The sight was as erotic and extraordinary as any she had ever seen. Even more so because of the long dark wavy hair and the graceful shoulders and arched back that led up to the widely flared hips and tight ass into which he was thrusting his cock. She could see his hard length, veins bulging and sticky with juices as it plunged in and out, and could feel the face and tongue thrusting into herself as his cock plunged again and again into the woman; rocking her forcibly forwards and backwards as if she was an extension to his cock. “My love. This is our new neighbor, Julia,” he gasped as her mind and body exploded into a shattering orgasm followed seconds later by another and then another.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she struggled against the leather. After so much time in this position, it was too much for her and she begged to be released from her leather bindings. The leather at last fell away from her hands and knees, and she slumped exhausted on the damp sheets, her eyes closing as she passed out. Some while later as her exhaustion receded and her curiosity returned, she rolled onto her side to find the two of them lying there watching her. The woman, presumably Julia, lay on her side with the long curve of her side and hips accentuated by the position of her upper leg. He was spooned into Julia from behind with one hand on her hip, stroking slowly. She started to say “What? Who? Why? ….” But before she could start he reached across the woman and pressed a finger against her lips and said “No words tonight. I said I would give you the best of everything. And Julia really may be the best neighbor we have ever had. Enjoy tonight. Tomorrow is another day.”

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Scene opens on Carrie, languishing in a claw foot tub. Her legs are glistening as she raises each out of the water to run a soapy hand down their length. Sunlight streams through the window near her, surrounding he in a golden aura of soft light. Cut to shot from behind the tub, we see her long dark hair moist from the steam draped over the back of the tub. We watch as she moves her soapy hand over her bare breasts and down her taut belly slowly, until her hand dips under the water. Her arm moves faster and she begins to moan, the water moving rhythmically with her as she pleasures herself.

Cut to shot of a dark haired man, Leon, crouching in her linen closet. From his angle through a crack in the door we can see that he has been watching Carrie. His legs shudder from his cramped position, he remains still. He spreads his legs carefully and reaches down to unzip his fly, slowly and as silently as possible. He checks to see if Carrie has noticed, and when he is assured, illegal bahis he pulls his thick member out from his fly and begins to stroke it slowly.

Cut to Carrie, who is now in the throws of passion. She flings her wet leg up over the side of the tub, sending a spray of water into the golden sunlight. Her arm moves faster beneath the water and she moans deeply through ragged gasps for air.

Quick cut back to Leon, who himself is gaining speed. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, pumping his member furiously. When he opens his eyes again, we see Carrie from his point of view, on the precipice of climax. Suddenly and simultaneously they both roar to climax, Carrie thrashing wildly in the steamy water and Leon exploding shakily into a towel. When he comes he lets out a stifled moan. Carrie in her passion doesn’t notice, but now that the throes are subsiding, she looks in Leon’s direction. Furiously, Leon pushes his still hard member back into his pants and stand illegal bahis siteleri behind the door trembling slightly.

Cut back to Carrie, who is emerging from the bath. She stands slowly, water cascading in sheets down her young body. She bends for a towel, giving Leon full view of her round buttocks and pinkened pussy lips. He stifles another moan.

Carries head snaps up. She frowns and wraps the towel around her quickly. She crosses the distance to the closet, reaches her hand to grab the knob, when Leon pushes the door open and jumps on her, knocking them both to the ground. He pins her with his legs. She tries to scream but his hand quickly covers her mouth.

LEON: I’m sorry to do this to you. My name is Detective Leon Rigotti, I’m investigating a drug ring that happens to live across the way there. (Motions to the window.) I apologize for not asking your permission to set up here, but frankly, we didn’t have the time to wait. (He stares into her canlı bahis siteleri wide brown eyes and moves his face inches from hers.) If I move my hand, you have to promise not to scream. Do you promise? (She nods, and he removes his hand.)

CARRIE: (Blushing) How long have you…been in there?

LEON: (Grins wolfishly) Long enough to know that it takes you five whole minutes to make yourself come. I bet I could do it in three. (CARRIE scrambles out from beneath him.)

CARRIE: (Growls) Really? Then prove it, tough guy. (She lets her towel drop to the floor. Leon stands, his huge cock visibly hard beneath his black jeans. Her eyes widen as she looks him over. He grins, and closes the distance between them. He takes her in his arms and kisses her deeply, his tongue probing her soft lips, mimicking the action his cock so desperately wants to do.)

LEON: (Breaks from the kiss momentarily to whisper) Honey, I love you. Promise me we’ll never stop playing these games.

CARRIE: (She purrs in his ear) I promise Leon. Now fuck me like a good detective. (She unzips his fly and wraps her legs around him, pushing him inside her. He bounces her in his arms, thrusting deep into her pussy…fade out.)

END

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I’ve been anticipating our rendezvous for days, anxiously thinking about you as I fly to the Norfolk airport and drive the rental car to the beach house. It’s a cool day but sunny and the wind is brisk as I sneak inside, careful to close the door behind me. I had anticipated knocking on the door and finding you there, but the door is open and I wander in.

The cottage is small, but cozy. I wonder if I should come back or wait. It’s approaching nightfall, so I figure you will be back soon; maybe you’re out beachcombing.

So I will wait, but I have a devious surprise in mind —I’ll hide and surprise you.

There are not too many hiding places in the small cottage, but I find the bedroom closet just big enough to hide in. So I squeeze inside as the light begins to dim; it’s soon dark and I hear the door open. You’re back.

After some rummaging in the kitchen, you come into the bedroom and turn on the light. I can just see you through the louvered door. You look great but look are bit restless, undecided. I am transfixed, wondering if I should surprise you now or wait…if I burst out now, it might really freak you out. And things may prove to get interesting if I wait. I control my breathing as much as I can, bahis firmaları but it’s pretty hard to do it.

I watch you pull off your top, shorts, and panties. I see you naked the dim light; it excites me to see you, unaware of me, comfortable with your body. After a long stretch, you pull on a t-shirt and hop into bed. Whew…getting warm in here, I think.

You start to write in your journal, but can’t seem to concentrate. Putting the journal aside, your fingers absently trail to a hard nipple jutting against the thin fabric of the t-shirt. I think your other hand is busy underneath the covers- I can’t tell but you are lazily playing with your clit- just a bit. You close your eyes, and I wonder what you are thinking. I’m mesmerized by the sight and feel my cock growing hard in my shorts, but I am so cramped in the closet. I need relief soon.

You pleasure yourself just a bit longer, but the beach has made you drowsy and you drift off to sleep. I wait few minutes, but I am so turned on I need to get up and do something about it. I quietly open the closet door and quickly step out of my Topsiders and strip of my shirt and shorts. My hard cock springs out (ahh relief!) and I slip in the bed beside you.

You kaçak iddaa feel so warm as I spoon against your back, nuzzling your neck and taking in the scent of your long, soft hair. I lightly kiss your neck just below your ear and my cock is now pressing against the crack of your ass. My body is cool and you shiver at my touch, but are not quite sure what is happening just yet. I want you so bad, so I reach across your body, lightly brushing across your hard nipples, sending another shiver across your body My hand then slowly goes lower to your mound of fine pubic hair. Your pussy is still wet after your self-pleasuring, and is still flowing a bit.

But this touch awakens you slightly and you realize it’s me, moaning my name as my finger tease your clit. I’m not sure if you’re awake or dreaming, in the midst of some dream, but you quiver and breathe more heavily now. I am so turned on by your reaction; my cock twitches against your ass. I can’t wait any longer to be in you, so I lift your leg a bit to cross mine. My cock finds the moist folds of your pussy and with a quick thrust—I’m in you—MMMMphhh—you groan back in your throat. You are fully awake now, sighing and eyelids fluttering with each thrust. I’m still rubbing kaçak bahis your clit from the front as I fuck you from behind; it’s such an exquisite feeling.

I shift you on your stomach, your face in the pillow, and put your ass up just enough so I can still reach your clit. Now I can give you the full length of my cock from tip to base. My pace quickens, pounding you harder. My balls feel so full, and you can feel them hit your labia as I thrust. My fingers move from your clit to your asshole, rubbing slow circles, tickling you and your moans are loud but muffled into the pillow.

Soon I feel your pussy contract around my cock and can sense you are about to cum. It’s builds in slow waves, like the ocean outside, and then hits you in one final surge. Something inside me lets go and my control is lost, and I cum deep inside you, filling you up.

I collapse on your back, my cock still inside you. It’s a luxurious feeling for both of us, slippery and sensuous.

“I was just starting to dream about you, and then you here,” you say. “That was so amazing… So how did you know I was here?”

“I have my spies.” I laugh. I tell you of how I heard about the cabin from your friends and how I was able to get away. “I thought you would like a surprise.”

We talk a bit more, but soon the see breeze lulls us to sleep, spooned close together again. More sensuous dreams fill our heads until morning, when more dreams become real.

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Second Inning

Second part of a nine part series! Definitely check out part one before reading on. Also, this one has some light incest play (no actual incest) so be warned if that’s something that bothers you.

As always, everyone is over the age of 18. Now on with the show!

When I woke up the next morning, Sarah was already gone.

After everything we’d done together the night before, I assumed we’d at least wake up together and talk. Share some flirty looks before starting another round of rubbing off in the backseat of the car.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I’d taken enough rides on Sarah’s merry-go-round by this point — desire followed by dismay at what we’d done followed by desire again — I was dizzy with it.

Did I expect a relationship? No. I’m not that naive. She had a boyfriend, after all. And it’s not like what we’d done was exactly romantic. But we’d gotten each other off in a way that was far more intimate than some of the “serious” relationships I’d had and I guess I thought… I don’t know what I thought.

Instead I got dressed and went down to the lobby.

*

I found Kelsey and Julia — my other two car-bound companions — sitting at a table in the hotel lounge. A small breakfast of warm yogurt and cold pastries was set up on the far side.

Julia’s mahogany hair hung limp in her ever-present ponytail. Her black-rimmed, square lens glasses were slightly askew. Yet I knew her loose fitting clothes hid a tight, toned body.

And Kelsey, my best friend’s little sister? The tall, lithe blonde in wrinkled clothes with her eyes still sunken from sleep? She was still somehow knock-you-dead desirable. The mild mannered, milquetoast girl I’d known in high school had transformed into something like a supermodel.

Two absolutely amazing women were sitting there, waiting for me. But I was still obsessing over the third member of our car crew.

“Where’s Sarah?” I asked.

“Getting coffee,” Julia said.

“Oh. OK.”

“I heard you kept her up all night,” Kelsey said, big blue eyes bright and teasing.

“Wait, what?”

“Snoring, dude,” Julia said, “You snore.”

“I do not.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know, being your roommate and all.”

Just as I was about to sit down and get comfortable, Sarah swung past us, coffee cup in hand. Suitcase already slung over her shoulder. Ready for take off.

Unlike the three of us, Sarah seemed energized and it made her look even more amazing. Her immense chest bounced as she walked by, straining against her baby blue blouse. Her brown eyes flashed fire. Anger or passion I couldn’t quite parse.

“We ready to go?” she asked, “Let’s go.”

*

When we got outside, I saw that Julia had attempted to rearrange the suitcases, but had only made things worse. That poor little VW bug looked like it had over eaten at the breakfast buffet and now was only one sharp turn away from vomiting its contents all over the highway.

Before anyone could suggest otherwise, Sarah threw open the front door and hopped into the shotgun spot.

“I like it in the back,” Sarah said, “Honestly, I do. But something about those seats is really messing around with my shoulders. I need to, like, stretch out. OK?” That last OK was said right to me, two loaded letters that asked a final exam’s worth of questions.

“C’mon dude, man up,” Julia said, “You’ll get your turn to sit up front soon enough.”

“I bet it’ll be fun,” Kelsey said, “You and me back there.”

I stared down at my shoes. Without Sarah there, being stuck in the back seat felt like punishment. I wasn’t angry at Sarah, exactly but I wasn’t happy either. I didn’t want there to be hard feelings between us. Not when other, harder things could be between us, instead.

So I stood there, silent, unsure whether it was worth it to argue or just go along to get along. Sarah seemed to sense my distress and pulled me to the far side of the parking lot. Julia and Kelsey stayed by the car, pretending to not be paying attention.

Summer was just starting and the mornings were still cold

“It sucks, OK?” Sarah said, grasping my hands, “I know. I suck.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. She kind of cringed, then blushed.

“Well, not like that. Not that it didn’t cross my… Oh dammit, see? I can’t even have one simple conversation without… Y’know?”

“I get it. It’s fine.”

“It’s obviously not. You glare at the ground any harder and it’s gonna crack.”

“No I get it. You keep saying it — you have a boyfriend. I’m not expecting anything from you. I’m just… I guess the word I’m looking for is disappointed. That’s a compliment to you, you know.”

“I know. Does it help that I’m disappointed, too? Last night was… It was stupid and fantastic and wonderful and terrifying and it’s already so hard to stop myself, but I have to stop myself. No matter how much it hurts me to do it.”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll get over it.”

“That was the other thing I wanted to tell you.”

I tilted my bahis firmaları head at her, confused. Sarah continued.

“After last night, I could see you feeling like you owe me something and you don’t. There’s no… OK, I’m not doing a very good job of this, I can tell. Look, all I’m saying is, if the opportunity should arise for you to ‘get over it,’ you should do that. Like, no hard feelings or whatever. OK?”

“Ummm. OK?”

“Cool. Awesome. Thanks!” Sarah practically skipped back to the car.

I followed, more confused than I was when we started talking.

*

“Guess we’re seat buddies,” I said to Kelsey, gesturing grandly for her to get in the car.

The blonde bombshell climbed in, then perched on the middle seat. She was thinner than Sarah, which made things a bit better. But she was also taller, which made things a bit worse.

“This is not comfortable.” I said, still sulky.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it work,” Kelsey said, then shot me her best beautiful girl smile.

My bare legs pressed tight against Kelsey’s thin, pink thighs. Trapped between discomfort and arousal.

*

Our hotel for that night was in Chicago, only about two hours down the road. The afternoon’s ballgame however, was in Milwaukee, another two and a half hours further west. The baseball schedule and its callous disregard of driving distances had conspired to create another day of heavy road work for all of us.

It had been a complicated affair, putting all these different cities with all their different ballgames together in a way that made sense for caravanning from one to the other. When I’d initially planned the trip — made everything fit in one neat, nine day package — I thought I had accomplished something incredible. After Day 1 had gone so well, I figured I deserved a fucking Nobel Prize. But now Sarah was sitting in front, and I was stuck in back seat celibacy, and I started to wonder if maybe I’d created a monster, instead.

About thirty minutes in, the radio was blaring something about how I’m a firework and the traffic was building. Our little jaunt was starting to look like a slog.

I stared out the window. The sky looked like rain. Then suddenly I had that strange sensation that suggested someone was staring at me. Sure enough, I turned and saw Kelsey looking right at me. Blue eyes big and almost glowing.

Kelsey saw that I saw her, but she didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t looking back. She was wearing a light blue cami and a pair of jean shorts. I felt like I should say something.

“You used to have glasses,” I said, dumbly.

“I got contacts.”

“Oh. They look good.”

“Thanks! I’ve only had them for a week or so. Still getting used to them, honestly. Jim, my brother…”

“I know, he’s my best friend.”

“Right. Duh. Well, Jim said I looked like a geek. So I decided to try out the contacts.”

“Seems like kind of a mean thing to say.”

“Well he didn’t use that word, exactly. And he was just trying to help me out.”

“His opinion means that much to you?”

“Well yeah, I mean, he’s my big brother. He wants what’s best for me, right? He’s also the one that got me working out. Growing out my hair. All that stuff. I was tired of being the dorky girl that no one talks to.”

“I get that, I guess. I just hate that you felt like you had to change who you are just to be liked.”

“I’m liked fine. It was more about boys. For instance, I didn’t notice you noticing me before.”

“You were a kid.”

“Uh huh.”

“OK. That’s fair. I guess I’m just one of those shallow jerks you should avoid.”

“You’re not a jerk. You were always nice to me, unlike a lot of Jim’s other buddies growing up. But you didn’t look at me… the way you look at me now. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. I still say that you should find someone who likes you for the person you are, not the person you appear to be. But I’m not gonna lie, you look amazing Kelsey. I feel bad for all those college boys at UPenn. You’re gonna destroy them.”

Kelsey kind of giggled, then snorted. She looked up at me as if to say ‘you didn’t hear that.’ Then she laughed and snorted again. She stopped, took a deep breath, and composed herself. Then she reached over and held my hand. I looked up and saw she was smirking, playfully.

“Sarah was right,” she said.

I froze.

“This seat’s not comfortable,” Kelsey continued, “I want to sit on your lap.”

I’m sure my look said it all, because Kelsey winked at me and stuck out her tongue. Teasing.

I glanced up front. As far as I could tell over the suitcases, Sarah and Julia were hard-focused on the road. On the one hand, I’d already gotten myself into enough trouble with this situation the day before. Hadn’t I learned my lesson vis a vis seats and the sharing of them? On the other hand, I wasn’t kidding, Kelsey was seriously stunning. And Sarah had practically come out and told me to take advantage of an opportunity like this. So why in hell was I even wondering?

“I’m sitting on Ben’s kaçak iddaa lap,” Kelsey announced to the car.

“OK?” Julia said.

“Good,” Sarah said.

They both stayed staring forward. It had started to rain now, slowing the traffic even more.

“Are we gonna get rained out?” Sarah asked.

“Stadium has a roof,” Julia said, “We’ll be fine.”

“Well that works out well,” Sarah said.

“Yeah,” Kelsey said, lowering herself onto my leg, “I don’t want to get wwwwet.” Her bottom landed on my leg, accenting the long, drawn out wwword. She started to sink back, settling, making little displeased grunts as she did.

“Sarah, you said he was comfortable,” Kelsey whined.

“Shift around a little,” Sarah said.

Kelsey lifted herself up. Paused. Then dropped right onto my crotch. Her bottom to my top, as it were. Fortunately I was only at about half mast — still rebuilding strength from the day before. As it was, I swear I nearly impaled the beautiful blonde right through her jeans.

My cock was happily nestled right between Kelsey’s almost non-existent butt cheeks. And growing by the second. Was she aware of what she was doing?

“Mmmmmm. That’s much better,” Kelsey said, a bit of a sigh. She squeezed her bottom around my member. Yup. She was aware, all right

“You were right Sarah,” Kelsey said, “This is… great.”

“Told ya.”

Unlike Sarah the day before — so tentative, almost passive — Kelsey just ground herself into me, clearly working her body back to put my cock at her most sensitive center.

Holy fucking fuck. The thin teenager — my best friend’s supposedly innocent little sis, arguably the most objectively glorious girl I’d ever met outside a web page — wasn’t just sitting on my lap. She was riding on it. Prrreesssssss. Hold. Shudder. Release. Pressssssss. It was torture. It was glorious.

“I wish I could be sitting there now,” Sarah said, “If it weren’t for my shoulders.”

Julia gave Sarah a strange look, then slammed on the brakes. Kelsey nearly flew off my lap but I grabbed her before she could join the others in the front seat.

“What the fuck you stupid fucking fuck!” Julia said, then hit the steering wheel with her fist, “Stupid fucking Midwestern drivers.”

“Aren’t you from Michigan?”

“Yeah, but I’m like… fucking civilized. These assholes don’t know what the fuck….”

Julia accelerated, the roar of the engine drowning out her angry rant. I asked Kelsey if she was OK as she nestled back into my chest.

“Yeah. Fine. But maybe you should, y’know, like, hold me in place?” She wrapped her arms around mine, pressing them around her flat stomach. She was no Sarah in the breast department, but she had more than enough, and the bottoms of her pert protuberances tickled at my arm hair.

We sat still for a while, Kelsey hugging me hugging her. Listening to rain as it battered the roof of the VW bug. Julia darting and diving through traffic.

Then Kelsey slowly slid her arms off of mine and shifted slightly — repositioned her bottom in a way that allowed for all sorts of sensations. In moments, she was back in rhythm. All I could do was sit there and enjoy the tune.

With each grinding pass, I swore I could feel the heat of Kelsey’s sex as it drifted over my now painfully hard member. I looked down and saw a dark patch in the center of her tan shorts. Well, if my baseball trip had taught me anything by now, it was the benefits of being overly aggressive on the basepaths.

I put my hands on Kelsey’s bare thighs — so much less flesh than Sarah, still more than enough to enjoy. My palms rested on soft, warm flesh. I waited for the inevitable brush off, but instead Kelsey just giggled. Sighed. Then she spread her legs open, as if offering herself to the whole car. She reached down and put her own hands on my legs, mirroring what I’d done on her.

Her fingers were long, dainty, with girly-pink painted nails. They looked really sexy through my leg hair. Felt even better. I could only imagine the sensations if she’d just move her digits back an inch or so.

Meanwhile, with Kelsey’s legs splayed so lewdly, I got more than a glimpse of her cute, light blue panties. The wet spot was definitely there, as well. From that angle, I was sure I’d see some pubic hair, along with everything else, but there wasn’t a strand. Proper Sarah had a full bush but ingenue Kelsey shaved? Clearly I was no good at guessing these things.

I had that sensation of being watched again. I looked up and saw Sarah sort of trying to glance back through the suitcases. She saw me looking at her and she sort of half smiled. Then, and I swear I saw this, she winked.

“We’ve got another hour, I think,” Sarah said to no one in particular, now back to staring out the windshield.

Kelsey leaned her head back, lips to my ear and whispered, “Gooood.” Then to me? To herself? I’m not sure. She said, “Going for third…”

She lifted her hand off my leg and placed it right over mine, just like Sarah had done the day before. kaçak bahis Holding me in place. Only instead of keeping my hand there, Kelsey picked it up and put it right on her pussy. My eyes practically rolled right out of their sockets. Even through shorts and panties I could feel her warmth. Her wet.

And Kelsey didn’t just put my hand there — oh no — she preessssed me into her, squeezing her delicate sex between my palm at the top and my iron rod below. We both gasped at the same time. Then she let my hand go.

I used my palm to stimulate her opening through her very short shorts. I could smell Kelsey’s hair, her perfume. Her scent. I looked over and her amazing face was slightly scrunched. An expression that could easily be mistaken for pain if I didn’t know it was pleasure.

The beautiful blonde smiled at me, the kind of grin that could warm distant planets. Her back was a bit arched. Breasts gamely reaching for the sky.

I felt a touch on my own crotch and looked back down. Kelsey had dropped her right hand right on my dick. She gave a light, appreciative squeeze, then started alternating — rubbing my hard cock through my shorts, then stopping and tracing it with her nails. Rub, rub, rub, then light, teasing trace.

“You’re awesome,” Kelsey whispered in my ear. Her tongue lightly tasted at my lobe, sending shivers through my body.

“You’re not bad, either,” I whispered back and she laughed, then snorted. She stopped herself.

“What’s so funny?” Julia asked.

“Nothing,” Kelsey said, “Ben told me a joke.”

“Must’ve been about his fantasy team. Dude, you suck this year.”

Suck. Oh, Julia, I only wished I was sucking right now. I looked down at Kelsey’s crotch and realized, the way her legs were still spread, I could actually access a lot more than just her shorts. I wasn’t sure if she was looking for skin-to-skin, but well, in for a finger, in for a whole hand, I suppose.

I put my left hand where my right had been and kept pressing clumsily into the fabric. Then with my right I dragged down Kelsey’s bare leg to the juncture where pubis met thigh. Where thin, light blue panty peeked out from under denim.

I waited for Kelsey’s complaint. Instead, she started rubbing my cock even harder, to the point where it was sort of painful — not that I had any intention of stopping her.

Taylor Swift was on the radio. Kelsey leaned back, practically licking at my ear, as she (sort of) sang in time.

“I… I jerk him off. I… I jerk him off…”

I’m no musician, but I know my cue when I hear it. I slid my fingers under the gusset of her panties and found warm, wet flesh. The lovely teenager’s nether lips were just as open and wanting as her long, rosy legs. I plunged my finger into her sex and Kelsey gasped, stopping her little song.

“You OK back there?” Julia asked.

“Yeah…” Kelsey said, body taut, “Yeah. Just thought I saw someone swerve up ahead.”

I slid another finger into her, more gently this time, then managed to work my thumb up and find her aching, protruding clit.

“Hmmmmmmm.” Kelsey let me know when I’d found the spot. Slowly, I moved my fingers back and forth inside her, rubbing at her clitty at the same pace. Kelsey’s vaginal lips were a little thicker than Sarah’s. Her clit way more pronounced. It was strange, comparing their two cunts so close together.

Kelsey also seemed a little more vocal than Sarah (though clearly not as conversational as my partner had been the night before). I could tell the teenaged blonde was struggling to swallow her little grunts and groans. I caught the scent of strawberries and sex. I was ready to drown in it.

Kelsey arched her back a little, clearly trying to force my fingers deeper into her canal. Instead, I pulled away. My fingers sticky with her essence, I quickly unbuttoned the top of her shorts and pulled down the zip. It was a much easier reach from there, and I quickly went back to work. The teenager’s bare pussy warm and welcoming.

Able to get much better leverage now, I went in deep enough to feel a thick ring of flesh in her depths — stubborn but pliable. Her hyman. Holy fuck. Well there was a difference between her and Sarah there, too. Kelsey slid up against me, squeezed my fingers in her snatch. I wondered, was this the first time she’d been… stimulated?

At the same time, I felt my own organ start to ache. Kelsey’s rubbing had started to be more abrasive than arousing — pressing the fabric of my shorts into my skin. At almost the exact moment I noticed it, she slowed. Almost as if I’d told her about my trouble.

While I continued to work her over, Kelsey slid her hand back down to my bare thigh. Teasing at my leg hair. Then, just as I’d resigned myself to this being a one way street, the beautiful blonde reached into my pants through the leg hole. Right under my boxers. Grabbed hard, meaty flesh.

Now it was my turn to groan far too loudly.

“Seriously, what are you two up to?” Julia asked.

“It’s a long drive,” Sarah said, “Hard to be comfortable after a while.”

Was Sarah covering for us? Why the fuck was Sarah covering for us? Why the fuck was I complaining? I was going to have get her a nice card after this. Maybe a gift card.

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John opened his eye to a shrill sound. The sound was the telephone ringing. He waited a minute for his wife to get it but then realized that his wife had already gone to work. He decided to let it ring and let the answering machine get it. He laid there and listened for the message in case it was his wife and she had problems on the way to work. After 5 or 6 rings the machine picked up.

“Hello John? This is Theresa from the bank. You applied for a home loan through us and I wanted to talk to you about it. I need to meet with you…”

John quickly fumbled for the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, John?”

“Yes. This is John.”

“Hi, This is Theresa down at the bank and I need to talk to you about the loan that you applied for. I was wondering if you could meet me in the morning about it, I need to discuss some things with you.”

“Well, I would like to but I have a trip planned and I have to leave about 8 in the morning.”

“Well, let’s see. I can meet you this evening if you would like, say around 7?”

“Well… I guess we can. Should we meet at the bank?”

“No. Let’s say about 7 at my place. I have an office there and I can take care of most things from there. Would that be acceptable?”

“Sure. Give me your address and I will meet you there,” John said.

John wrote down her address and then looked over at the clock. “Damn,” he mumbled to himself. It was half past 5 now and he didn’t have much time to get a shower and get dressed to meet this lady banker. He stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the water and then he stepped in and started to shower. The water felt wonderful and warm and so soothing on his tired muscles. Midnight shift was getting to him down at the factory. He hardly had time to spend with his wife anymore which meant no sex. His dick was getting so it was hard almost all the time. He ignored it and proceeded to finish his shower. He went through the usual routine of brushing his teeth and then shaving. He wanted to look his best so he went to the closet and picked out his nicest shirt and slacks. He carefully put them on, taking his time to make sure that everything was just right so he would make the best impression on her.

John walked into his garage and fired up his pickup. He backed out of the driveway and headed to the address that Theresa had given him. He drove until he found the road that her house was supposed to be located on. “Hickory Hills Estates.” John never seemed to be amazed at these “estates” that they called these subdivisions. He once lived in a subdivision with the titles “estates” on it and it was nothing but a bunch of tract houses together almost on top of each other. He drove for about a mile. There it is, Hickory Hills Estates. He turned down the road and then he started going up this hill and then he saw the beautiful houses. Not just nice houses but actually estates. He looked around for the number that she had given him and when he was there he noticed that she lived in one of the nicer homes there. It was beautiful. He could tell that a person with a lot of money and influence lived here.

He pulled through the stone gate that became the driveway. He pulled into the circle drive and then he parked his truck behind a car in the drive. He felt a little self concious about having his pickup there among all of the Jaguars and Mercedes that were parked in the neighborhood. He got out of his truck and walked past a BMW that was parked there. He looked at his reflection in the paint job on the car and then walked up to the doors. He nervously bahis firmaları reached his arm forward and pushed the door bell. He could hear the chimes in the house and waited.

The door opened. “Yes, may I help you sir,” a man said.

“Yes, I am here to see a Theresa about a home loan. She called me today. My name is John.”

“Oh yes sir,” the man said, “she’s been expecting you.”

The man opened the door and he walked in. He looked around at the room that he was standing in. It was a beautiful room, a room filled with the finest furnishings and the finest antiques. “Madam will be with you in a minute sir,” the man said as he walked away.

John looked around and took notice of the fine marble floor that he was standing on. He snickered to himself as he thought about how this may be the only pair of cowboy boots that had ever walked on this floor. He walked toward the huge fireplace and looked at the painting that was there. “That’s my husband,” he heard a feminine voice say. He turned around and saw a woman standing there. John’s jaw almost hit the floor. There she was, blonde, petite, and very very attractive. She was wearing a very elegant red silk blouse and a very tight black skirt that hit her about mid thigh. John was trying not to be too obvious about his attraction to this woman standing before him. He looked down her body and looked at her legs. She wore a pair of black stockings that covered a very nice pair of legs and a pair of black high heels. “Hello, I’m Theresa. And you’re John?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said hoping that he wasn’t stammering too much. He was so nervous about getting this loan. He moved forward and took the hand that was offered to him. As he moved closer to her he could smell her perfume hang in the air. “Glad to meet you Mrs… uh Mrs …”

“Just call me Theresa. May I call you John?”

“Of course, you can call me anything you want to. You are the one with the money,” he smiled.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about loaning you some of it. Follow me into my office and we will get down to business.”

John followed her and they walked up to a set of hand carved walnut doors. She opened them and motioned for him to come in. He went through the door and she shut them behind him. She led him to a huge desk in the corner of the room. John looked around at the furnishings in the room. He walked to the desk and sat down, feeling suddenly nervous about getting this loan. Theresa pulled up a chair beside him at the desk and sat down. John looked around the room and he saw the beautiful sculptures and the paintings and the leather couch along the wall.

Theresa pulled up next to him and he got a whiff of her perfume. God he smelled good, he thought to himself. She opened a folder that was on his desk and told him what he would need to get the loan approved. She handed him a pen and started explaining the terms of the loan, if he were to get it and what the payments would be. John looked down at Theresa’s legs. Her skirt was riding up a little and he could see that she was not wearing panty hose but that she actually had black stockings on and he could see her black garters. He could feel his dick start to rise as he looked at the legs of this beautiful blonde and smelled the fragrance of her perfume. “Now just sign this paper here… and this paper here… and this paper here…” John signed what seemed like dozens of forms but finally after a few minutes he was done.

“How long until I find out if I’m eligible for the loan,” he asked?

“Well, it will take a few days, but first kaçak iddaa there is something else we need to take care of before it can be approved.”

“What is that?” John asked.

“Well, John, you see part of the loan process is the interview. I need to know a few things about you that I can’t legally ask on the loan application but it all goes into the process of getting the loan. You don’t mind answering a few questions do you?”

“No,” John said as he thought of how he was going to spend any more time with this woman without pouncing on top of her and fucking her.

Theresa got up and said, “Follow me.”

John got up from that chair and followed her over to the leather couch along the wall. She picked up a notebook from the end table and sat down. As she sat down, her skirt rode up a little farther up her leg. Theresa smiled and pulled her skirt down as best she could when she sat down.

“Now, let’s see, are you married and how many years.”

“Yes. Let’s see, about 23 years.”

“Wow. Children?”

“Yes, 2 grown boys,” he said.

“How many years have you been employed as an electrician?”

“Let me think. 17 years I believe.”

Theresa continued to ask him about his personal life and his family history. After a minute or two he started to relax. He answered all the questions that she had to ask, all the time trying not to look at her gorgeous face, her ample breasts and her fantastic legs.

“Ok John, one more question and then I will be done with this phase of the loan process.”

“Ok,” said John.

Theresa got up and walked over and pulled up a chair so she was facing him. She crossed her legs and he could feel his cock start to strain the fabric of his slacks.

“Ok, the question is… do you eat pussy?” she asked.

John couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Surely he was fantasizing. “W-w-w-what did you say?” he asked

“Oh you heard me right,”Theresa said as she uncrossed her legs and pulled closer to him. “I asked you if you ate pussy!”

“Well, I don’t know what that has to do with the loan ma’am,” he said.

“It has a lot to do with whether you get the loan or not stupid,” she said.

Theresa leaned back in the chair and spread her legs slightly. John could see the thin material of her panties that barely covered her pussy. “I want to know if you eat pussy and the answer better be yes if you want this fucking loan.”

John looked around, not knowing what to do. Theresa stood up and reached behind her and John heard a “ziiiiiip” sound and then her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing black sheer panties and Jhn could see right through them. She stepped back and then she turned around so her ass was facing him and bent over and then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Theresa backed up and put her butt in his face, close enough that he could smell her hot cunt.

“Look lady,” John said. “I am a married man. My credit ought to stand for itself.”

Theresa laughed a loud laugh. “You obviously don’t know the power I have over your loan dumb ass.” Theresa turned around and moved toward John. John tried to move away but it did him no good. Theresa had him laid back on the couch and had her cunt over his face in a flash.

John looked up at the cunt in front of him. He was confused about what he should do. He needed the loan but he wanted to be true to his wife. He could see the glistening lips of her vagina hanging above him. He thought about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He looked up at the nylon covered legs that were on either kaçak bahis side of his head. He thought about how he could probably get a loan at another bank. Then he thought about the beautiful cunt of the blonde bank Vice President above him and then he made his decision.

John reached his hand up and put his hand against Theresa’s pussy lips. He felt her moist lips and smelled the smell of her juices flowing. He slid his hands around to the buttocks and squeezed them hard. They were so soft and firm and he liked what he felt. He moved his hand around till he had them on her hips and then he pulled her down forcefully onto his face.

“Oh god, yess. Eat my pussy John,” she said.

John stuck his tongue into the pussy that was on his face. God he loved the way it smelled and he loved the way it tasted. As soon as he had his tongue into her pussy he could feel her start to make a motion back and forth across his face.

“Ohhhhhhhh My Goddddddddd!!!!!!” she screamed as she rode his face. He lifted her hips a little and moved her so he could suck her clit into his mouth. He pulled it into his mouth and started sucking on it, giving her clit a head job. His hand back around to her butt cheeks and then slapped her on the left ass cheek. He could hear the smack and could feel her quiver as he struck a blow on her buttock. He moved his hand down and spread her ass cheeks and took his index finger and found the opening of her anus.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah, suck me baby, suck me.” John moved his hand down between her legs and slid it between her legs and got it wet with her pussy juice. He moved it back around and with the other hand he spread her ass cheeks and took his finger and shoved it in hard against her asshole. She stiffened and let out a howl that he was sure was going to make her cool down. Instead it had the opposite effect. She stopped for a minute and then she started moving back and forth across his face with a passion that he hadn’t seen in hears.

“Oh God, I-I-I… Oh fuck yeah. Fuck my ass. Lick my clit. Oh shit John. Eat me. Eat me! EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!” she wailed as she rode his face to orgasm. She continued to rock on his face and he continued to fuck her ass with his finger until she could move no more and John removed the finger from her ass and she collapsed back on the couch.

John got up and unsnapped his pants and dropped them and then pulled his underwear down.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing??????” she loudly asked as she tried to get up. John pushed her down on the couch and held her head with one hand and stroked his cock with the other hand. “I’m gonna CUM all over you baby,” he said as he stroked his rock hard cock and pointed it at her face. John looked down at this woman with her pussy exposed, in her stockings and her rumpled skirt pulled up around her waist and then he lost it. He felt the cum building up in his balls and after a minute or 2 of stroking, he let out a blast of sperm that covered her face, covered her lips and ran down onto her red silk blouse. As his last drops of cum dribbled from the head of his dick, Theresa reached forward and grabbed his cock and pulled him close and took her tongue and licked the remaining sperm off of the head of his cock.

John pulled away from Theresa and bent over and pulled is pants up and buckled his belt. He walked over to the couch that she was laying on and gave her pussy a quick touch and then walked toward the door.

“I’ll be expecting that call about the loan any day!” he said as he walked out the door and got into his pickup.

Theresa laid back on the couch and thought to herself, “Maybe you will and maybe you’ll have to come begging for it again.” She closed her eyes and thought of what other requirements she might have of this man.

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Mmm,… Last Saturday morning was wonderful. Peacefully awakened by the sun streaming through my window, I yawned, stretched, got up and moved into the shower. The warm soft water was a welcome treat. Damn my muscles were sore. Once in, the cascading water played down and across my sore back and arms as I moved back and forth under the jet. Taking my time, I began a slow, soapy rub down, enjoying the lather building up on my chest and arms. Stretching and moving beneath the spigot, the water coursed over my back and between my legs. Massaging my testicles with all that lather, I started daydreaming, continuing to rub my prick.

Even though I was starting to respond to the touch, I thought back on today’s chores. The first thing to be done was to cut the grass, then start in on a few odd jobs cropping up around the house. As a carpenter by trade, the chores were easy to complete. Yet my cock was refusing the planned agenda and continued to grow thicker. “Sorry buddy,” I laughed, turning and rinsing off, “I need to keep moving.” With that I stepped out and started toweling down. Passing the towel underneath my thigh I continued to enjoy the “stiffie” I created.

I laughed at myself. If a woman could experience the sensation of a growing hard-on, they would realize that it is truly a magical event. Toweling off, I continued to massage my shaft, I pulled and moved the skin, stretching it back and forth, creating a personal lightning rod. Not wanting to stop just yet, I continued the massage, feeling my entire body build with the sensation. My nostrils flared as my chest expanded. My entire body expanded as my cock began charging itself with electricity. Growing thicker still, it started to “thrum” in my hand. Moving my hand up and down the length, slowly squeezing with my fingers wrapped around the girth, I stroked full, deliberate strokes. Milking the shaft, I was careful to apply even pressure, mimicking a wet, tight, pussy.

I started daydreaming about my girlfriend and slowly penetrating her from behind. Carefully, romantically, I would gently insert this lubricated spike into her anus. She loves the feeling of power her ass can command. With eyes half closed, I caressed myself slowly, moving from base to tip, and reversing the motion. Plunging my cock through my cupped hand, it responded to the sandpaper touch. “Whew,” I said out loud. “I need to stop the self-love.” “My pecker is so stiff I could drive a ten-penny nail with it!” “Not now,” I exhaled. With my day just beginning, I couldn’t afford the luxury of draining myself. So, releasing my grip, I simply draped the towel across my cock, and started for the kitchen. The damn towel swaying back and forth on my peg.

Continuing to enjoy the welcome ache between my legs, I put on the teakettle. Moving back to the bedroom, I slipped naked into a pair of old cutoffs. Damn things were hand-ripped up the side almost to the crotch but I couldn’t canlı bahis bear to part with them. With only these on, I padded back into the kitchen, made the tea and continued on to the garage.

Grabbing a few garden tools, I checked the lawnmower for gas, opened the garage door, and sat down to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the morning. Looking around, I took in the beautiful day as I exhaled the smoke.

It took me almost a minute to notice my neighbor Lori, sunning herself. Tucked in a private space between her garage and house, she was enjoying the warm summer morning. Stretched on a chaise lounge, she was intently reading a magazine as the sunlight played across her topless body. With only the wisp of a string thong on, she embodied the perfect reaction to a perfect day. Small and petite, her ample breasts were capped off with large, beautiful nipples. With one arm resting comfortably behind her head, she was reclining with a warm, carefree attitude. Becoming re-aroused immediately, my cock began reasserting himself against the rough fabric of my jeans.

From what little I knew of her, she was a happy gal that led a determined life. A single mom, moving through a life of weekly routines and raising a couple of kids. Knowing her kids were at their Dad’s house, I couldn’t blame her if she wanted to relax and take time for herself. As I watched, she brought her arm down and flipped the magazine page, causing her oiled breasts to move quickly against each other, then relax.

Now, it’s not too often that God delivers this scenario into your suburban life. Yet as I finished the tea, the grass and undone chores still beckoned. Although distracted, I was determined to start the job.

Still aroused, I stood up, and pushed the lawnmower outside. I watched Lori from the corner of my eye as I yanked the handle and kicked it into life. With a rackety roar, I had intruded onto her quiet stage and saw her catch my gaze. Lori’s reaction was one that I didn’t expect. Tilting her head up from the magazine, she glanced over, pausing to look, waved her arm, and returned to her reading. Smiling back, I gunned the motor and began to chase the lawnmower around the yard.

With each pass, I discovered I could look directly at her for a full stride up the lawn before turning around. It was during these times I could watch her closely. From day one, Lori and I had always had a friendly relationship. You know, the “new neighbor” welcoming, the borrowing of some sugar, that kind of stuff. I’m sure she caught me on a few occasions admiring her figure and thinking playful thoughts.

With the sun in full force, I was working up a sweat. Viewing her across the road in such an inviting manner was a new chapter in our relationship. I could easily imagine myself molding my body to hers, taking those gorgeous tits in my mouth and then moving down to taste her delicious snatch.

Stopping the mower to bahis siteleri remove the clippings, the neighborhood returned to silence. She looked up and saw me watching her. She put the magazine down, sat upright, and grabbed the oil from underneath the chaise.

Calmly, smoothly, she began to re-oil her body. Smiling up at me, she applied the lotion deliberately across her chest, cupping one breast at a time to massage in the oil, paying particular attention to each nipple. You couldn’t miss those beautiful full tits. She played with both nipples, tweaking them between her finger and thumb.

She smiled again as she moved down to her stomach, reclining on the lounge as she applied the oil. Laying flat on her back she began to apply oil to her thighs and pelvis, spreading her legs wide, not missing an inch of skin. She then slipped her hand beneath the thong. Even at this distance, I could easily see her shaved pussy glistening in the sunlight, the lips full, red, and heavy. With her feet planted on either side of the chaise lounge, she was enjoying my reaction and slipped an oiled finger inside.

At this point, I pushed the lawn mower aside and walked across the road. I could see the knowing smile on her face.

“Hi neighbor” she purred. “I was wondering when you’d get the hint and help me oil my back.” She purred again as she rolled over, but not before glancing at my erection with its head clearly outlined across my jeans.

With her top off and thong bottom askew, the close up view was gorgeous. I poured oil onto my callused hands. Leaning down from the front of the chaise lounge, she moved her hair aside. Starting at the base her neck, so I could see her cute ass, I massaged her back muscles, watching the muscles move just under her skin.

“Ohh” that’s nice, she groaned as I continued to stretch lower and lower, working down her back. Kneading her skin I watched her squirm. “This sun makes a girl hot,” she said. With that she moved her legs further apart so I could gain full access to her cute rear.

Squirting lotion over her butt,legs, and thighs, I stretched out my full length to attack her ass, and I could feel my thighs brushing her head. Being fully extended, I pushed her thong down passed her butt, just as my hard pecker fell free from my cut-offs. “Oohh, that’s nice,” she mused, reaching up with her oiled hand. She wrapped her long nailed fingers around my shaft and immediately started stroking me.

“Aagggh,” I exhaled. “That feels great.” My poor cock had been through enough today and I could already feel some pre-come escaping from the tip. Dipping my hand past her ass, I inserted two fingers into her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness.

In this awkward position we hungrily masturbated each other, pulling and stabbing. She pulled my prick towards her face and took it deep into her mouth. I could feel my knees buckle, as she noisily slurped at my cock. bahis şirketleri I slipped another finger into her tight ass.

“Oohhh,” she moaned, through a mouthful of hot, lubricated prick. She pushed her ass against my hand inviting me to explore deeper into both cavities.

The pressure of my cock in her throat was intense, and my legs were on fire. “Enough of the foreplay,” I said. Standing slowly to ease my cock away from her mouth we both stood up and I shook off my shorts.

With both hands, I pulled at the strings on either side of her hips and watched the thong drop to the grass. She fell into my arms and immediately began rubbing her tits and cunt up against my body. With both of us now covered in oil, she slung one leg up and over my cock, trapping it deep between her oiled legs.

“I need you now, big man.” ” I need you to give my pussy a workout.” She continued grinding against me as our lips locked, and tongues probed. My cock continued to slide up and down the outside of her vagina.

Easing her down onto the lawn, we continued the kiss, penetrating her as we sank.

“Oh god,” she moaned, sitting squarely on my cock. I quickly turned her onto her back, as I pulled back to kneel. By me kneeling, and her on her back, I grabbed her ankles and both of us watched my cock appear and disappear into her tight pocket.

Our oiled bodies moved in the ancient dance of lust. Reaching up, she began caressing my tight stomach with those fingernails, transfixed on watching my stiff cock plunge into her. Rocking her hips, she welcomed the torment, as I continued sheathing and unsheathing my glistening sword deep into her.

Arching her back, I heard her throaty moan develop as she ground her pelvis against my cock, clawing at my hard stomach, and beginning to orgasm. Wave after wave wracked her body. Her chest heaved, her tits swayed as she tossed her head from side to side. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” she repeated, the short gasps matching my thrusting.

Her stomach muscles contracted repeatedly against my shaft, as I continued pushing my slick, hard cock into her wet warmth. Building, building, building, the intensity was simply too much. Liquid heat was traveling up the back of my legs as the tightness in my stomach moved to my groin. My cock, being denied for so long, was now becoming a lightning rod. I could feel the energy focused deep within my testicles. It was my turn to moan as a thick river of sperm cascaded deep into her hot, wet, pussy. With nostrils flaring and jaw set, my eyes reopened in time to see that Lori had been watching me, bucking me, fucking me, and was now starting to come a second time.

As my package continued to be delivered, Lori danced again and again on my shaft, “Oh yes, oh yes,” she repeated in short gasps, “I’m coming again. I’m coming again.” To gain everything she could, she continued grinding her oiled, shaved pussy up against my pubic hair, accepting all of me deep within her.

I held her close as she trembled in the excitement. Spent and exhausted, I could hold on no longer. Kissing her lovingly, I fell beside her, enjoying the smell of freshly mowed grass.

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The weather this evening is perfect, so I decided that I needed to get a little target practice in before the upcoming competition next week. My shooting is mediocre at best, and I have hopes of improving my performance this next match. I belong to a public range, but you have to be a member to have access, so I was not sure if I would see other shooters out there or not. I had long ago gotten over the uncomfortable feeling of being the lone female on the shooting range, so I wasn’t concerned about other people out there shooting as long as they were safe and left me alone. When I first started shooting, I had felt that I needed my husband to go with me, but time and experience has changed that insecurity and I am now quite comfortable going out alone to practice. In fact, sometimes it’s very nice to be able to practice without the feeling of being watched and analyzed by anyone.

When I arrived at the range, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was alone out on the pistol bays. I casually grabbed my gear and set up in one of the private bays slightly hidden from the main entry road. I am not a great shooter by any means, but I do enjoy the sport and my enjoyment was evident during this practice session. The tension of my work and life eased out of me while I methodically worked the trigger of my handgun. While working on the fundamentals of the sport, my mind wandered as it often did when I am relaxed.

I spend so much of my time around the men that I shoot with that I sometimes wonder if any of them even see me as female anymore or “just one of the guys.” I know that I like flirting with you, but am not sure if you are interested in me or not. I’ve never really been able to tell if a man is interested, and of course, being married does make most other men shy away from any type of relationship, even if it is innocent flirting. However, it is so much fun to flirt with you that I would be interested to see where the flirtation could lead. These thoughts are running through my head as I automatically draw the gun from the holster, aim at the target, and gently squeeze the trigger. In no time, my brain starts to wonder about you and I find myself lapsing into a daydream.

I take a break from my practice to allow my mind to develop and enjoy the fantasy more fully. I carefully put my gun away and sit down on the bench in the bay. I decided I had better look busy in case anyone else came out to shoot, so I decided to slowly reload my magazines. As I become lost in a very pleasant daydream, I hear footsteps behind me. I slowly turn around and feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see you standing behind me, smiling. I know there is no way you could have been privy to what I was thinking, but I felt that I had “lust” written all over my face at that point.

“Out here getting a little trigger time in?” you ask, voice tone gentle with a little hint of teasing.

“Yea, I need it bad.” I said, and then felt my face flush with embarrassment at the phrasing.

“Don’t we all,” you reply, laughing.

“Oh god, that came out wrong. I’m sorry.” I mumbled, mortified. I could not look up into your face and was very thankful that my shooting glasses had dark tinted lenses. It was one thing to flirt güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri a bit when there were others around, but we were out here alone and suddenly the flirting seemed much more intense and the mood much darker. I knew that I wanted you, but was still not sure if you were just flirting with me or if you wanted me, too.

“You’re blushing, why?” you ask as you reach out and touch my suddenly hot face. “Are you embarrassed about what you said, or embarrassed by the feelings behind it?”

“Both,” I replied, quietly. I love the feeling of your hand on my face and feel myself turn into your palm just a bit, inhaling deeply and smelling the wonderful scent of you. I open my eyes and see you looking at me through your dark glasses. I reach up and move the glasses off your face to see the expression in your brilliant blue eyes. I am very pleased and somewhat shocked to see how much fire and passion you have in your eyes. I take a deep breath and decide to take a chance as I lean in and gently press my mouth to yours. Your surprise is obvious with your lack of immediate response to my kiss, but quickly passes and you return the kiss deeply and passionately. It was as if we had been waiting a lifetime for this one kiss and knew that there may not be another chance.

Suddenly, we end the kiss and look around to be sure there were no other shooters out there to see us. After we were assured that we were alone, we look back at each other and start laughing. “Well, that’s been a long time coming.” You say as you stand up from the bench. I am shocked and a little saddened to think that you were simply going to walk off, but smile as you reach your hand down to help me stand up as well.

“Yes it was. But I liked it and would like more.” I confess. You smile at me and lean in to kiss me again. This time, the passion flares even more and I feel a low moan escape my throat. I feel your hands move along my body, caressing my curves as you move them down to my gear belt. I let out a little giggle as there is a significant amount of gear on the belt and the Velcro is tight. We break the kiss and I start to unfasten the outer gear belt and take it off. The inner belt is easier to remove, and that comes off quickly and swiftly, to be piled on the table with the rest of my stuff. Once the gear is gone, you step in close again press your body firmly against mine.

“You can feel how much I like it.” You say, as you move your hips so that I can feel the hardness of your impressive erection against my lower belly. Heat quickly spreads between my legs as I feel myself grow wet. You stay pressed against me as you lead me toward the end of the picnic table, helping me jump up onto the end of it to let my feet dangle down. You slide your hands down my thighs to my knees and move them outward to allow you step into me and press your hardness between my legs.

You kiss me more deeply and your hands move over my breasts, my nipples growing hard at the touch of your hands. You move your hands down and pull my shirt up over my head, leaning down to kiss the mounds of my breasts. I wrap my legs around your waist, keeping you close to me as you bite gently on my breasts. My moans grow louder as güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri you push my body backward onto the table, taking my bra off with the movement. I lay there, exposed to you as you move your hands down to unbutton my shorts. Your tongue slides along my body, following your hands. I reach up and try to pull you back up to my mouth, but you shake your head ‘no.’

I tell you that I want your mouth on me, and you tell me that you are in charge. You bind my hands above my head and to the table, effectively putting me at your mercy. You return to unbuttoning my shorts and slide them off my hips. I find myself on the table, bound by the wrists and wearing nothing but my panties. Your expression is one of satisfaction mixed with hunger. You put your palm on my mons and I feel my wetness press into me as you lean down and slide your tongue between my breasts and down my stomach, thumb gently pressing my panties into my growing wetness. Your fingertips pull on the top of my panties and you slide them off me, leaving me naked and wet before you.

My breath comes in panting waves as my excitement and anticipation builds. A small part of my rational brain is utterly scared that someone is going to come out and catch us, but the danger and thrill of such a thing heightens my excitement even more. You stand up, gazing at my body with satisfaction and desire. I am normally quite self-conscious about my less than perfect body, but the look in your eyes of utter lust quells those fears completely and instantly.

“Please,” I manage to whisper while you stand in front of me.

“Please, what?” you ask as you lean down and kiss me fully, pinching one of my hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

“Please, just please” I gasp with pleasure. My body is quickly becoming overloaded with sensations from the warm sun, the rough wood of the table, the fear of getting caught, the heat of your mouth, and the sweet sting of pain from your hands.

You smile down at me and slide your hands over my breasts, one hand gently rolling my nipple the other pinching painfully. The dichotomy of sensations sends shock waves through my body and I feel myself become even wetter and heavy with need. Slowly, you begin kissing down my chest between my breasts, sliding your tongue along my body. A slight breeze cools the trail that you leave with your tongue and sends shivers through me.

Your tongue continues moving south along my body. I watch you move down my body and feel myself grow even more excited knowing what is going to happen next. You quickly slide your tongue between my wet lips and take a deep lick of my juices. “God you taste good.” You tell me as you look up and catch me watching you. I smile and lay my head back on the table, giving myself over to the experience and pleasure. You continue to lick my lips and circle my swollen clit with your hard tongue. My hips move upward into your mouth, soft moans escaping my throat. I open my legs wide to you, giving you full access to my sex as you thrust your tongue into me. Your hands move to my breasts, pinching my hard nipples while your tongue works magic over my clit. My body writhes under you, uncontrollable to me. My legs güvenilir bahis şirketleri move over your shoulders, hips bucking into your face, screams beginning to form in my throat.

I feel my climax begin to build even more, the early spasms of pleasure just starting deep and low within my body. You continue working your tongue over my clit and move one hand down to my cunt, thrusting two fingers deep into me. I scream with pleasure as my orgasm rips through my body sending shockwaves pulsing through me. You do not stop your wonderful tongue or your magical fingers as I ride my orgasm for what seems an eternity. Finally, you stop and allow my body to recover for a moment as you look down at me. I slowly open my eyes to see you staring at my well pleasured body.

You step back from me briefly, simply watching my body bound to the table. You grin as you unfasten your pants and move toward me. My mouth waters at the sight of your hard cock and I ask to taste you. You tell me no, not yet, as you move back between my legs, rubbing yourself along my wet slit. I move my hips toward you, trying to move you inside of me. You tease me for a bit before stepping back and helping me turn over on the table. You grab my hips firmly as you slide deeply into me, moans escaping my mouth. My body begins to spasm again and I am quickly brought to another screaming orgasm as I feel your cock slide along my sensitive walls, filling me completely. I whimper and try to calm my body as you pound into me, pushing the threshold between pleasure and pain.

I can feel your rhythm increase, and sense that you are close to your own orgasm. I try to move my hips back into you but am unable to move much, arms bound above my head and your hands gripping my hips firmly, pounding me from behind. Several hard thrusts and I can feel you spasm inside me, sending me over the edge one more time and my own spasms clench onto your cock as you find your release.

Once spent, you untie my hands and help me stand up, pulling me to you kissing me deeply. We both smile at each other and once again look around hoping that nobody showed up to watch the show. I can feel the weakness and trembles in my legs as I slowly pull my clothing back on and am forced to sit down.

“Well, that was unexpected,” you say, laughing.

“Yes it was, but fully enjoyable.” I agree and smile fully back at you. You lean over and kiss me again deeply.

“Guess you aren’t going to get as much practice in as you wanted.” You say with a grin.

“Nope, I guess not. But I’m not complaining at the interruption. You can interrupt my practice anytime you want.” I reply, smiling. “It may be more difficult to now at matches for me, knowing how you feel and wanting you even more.”

“I was thinking the same thing. ” You admit.

Shortly thereafter we hear tires on the gravel and see a car drive up and park. We look to see who it is and start laughing quietly as we see James walk over to us. “Hey guys, you out here getting some practice in?” He asks.

“Yep, a bit. I’m spent though, so I’m going to call it a night,” I say, giggling. You try hard to hide your grin, but I see the laughter in your eyes as James is oblivious to what has just happened.

“Yea, I’m done, too.” You agree, even though you haven’t even gotten your gear out of your car.

“Have a good practice, James” I call as I gather my gear up and walk carefully to the car. As I drive away, I can’t help but smile at the turn of events. This should be an interesting and enjoyable shooting season.

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An independent observer would note just how unbalanced Phil’s situation really was. Tallen was all of his fantasies and fetishes rolled up into one perfect body. She was blonde, petite at only 5″4″, an incredibly toned and athletic body, breasts that would make any man’s mouth water, a perfectly formed ass with cheeks that looked made for grabbing and legs—his particular weakness–that looked as smooth and soft as silk.

She had told him before and then showed him as well, she was smooth and hairless everywhere but the top of her head. In their conversations she had let him know that she loved being wanted by men or women. She wanted to engender an aching desire that would lead them to crave her, to have to have her, to get to the point that they’d just take her.

She was somewhat submissive in those situations. She loved being given no choice but to suck or be taken. She enjoyed being tied down and used. And she was free with telling him all of this. And if that had been all there was he might have just enjoyed the times she displayed her body in a chat room she created. But in those same conversations which he had started with her, she got him to talk of his own desires.

He loved a tease—she was. He loved her not just being a tease, but being a woman who got off on it—she was. He loved a woman that enjoyed control and power. “Really, tell me more, Phil.” He described a few of his prior relationships. How his partner would tease him, touching herself, refusing to let him cum, but keeping him in a constant state of arousal; making him jerk his cock right to the edge. “And you managed not to cum all of those times?” She asked. He was sure she already knew the answer but he confessed, most of the time, sometimes I just couldn’t stop it. “I bet! Keep talking, was that all?”

No, of course it wasn’t. In one instance, Anna, the girl he was dating, would use a toy on herself, while talking about him watching her with another cock fucking her. It would drive him so crazy he couldn’t stand it. “She had me nearly cumming multiple times without even touching myself when she’d start talking about it. She’d get more graphic and I would have to stop jerking or I’d have cum all over. This would just make her laugh and get even more specific with her verbal teasing while matching it with the visual tease of the cock shaped dildo sliding in and out as she fucked it.”

While they were just typing messages to each other, Phil could almost hear Tallen’s breathing quickening, almost see her hand moving between her own legs when he read “Tell me, Phil, I want to hear about it.” He was shocked at her interest, but her asking didn’t allow him to hold back.

“Well,” he started, “Anna said, ‘I can’t wait to make you watch a real cock doing this to me. Fucking me so hard I scream. I want you to see me cumming on another man’s cock while I tell you how it feels, make you see it going in and out of me; how wet it is. I won’t you to watch him fill my pussy with cum, to watch me suck HIM all the while knowing you CAN’T cum. I may have to tie you because I know you wouldn’t be able to resist pulling on your throbbing, aching, desperate cock as you watched me fuck.”

“And you got off on it?” Tallen asked. Does it turn you on to be a cuckold?” He didn’t want to tell her, knowing that she leaned more toward being submissive, and figured that would end their talking and he was really starting to enjoy talking to her, not just about sex, but a wide range of topics. But, he couldn’t stop himself so he answered, “Yes, it did and does,” he confessed. “Though, it never happened, so who knows how it would be in reality.”

He sat and waited for what seemed like forever for her response. She was most likely just answering other messages, but he also thought that she might have decided that he wasn’t someone she wanted to talk to anymore.

“That’s hot,” came back the reply. “I didn’t think it would be, but I like the idea of exploring my ‘power,’ over you. I think I’m going to enjoy this! But with me, it’s GOING to happen! LOL.” He could hear that laugh echoing in his head and he’d hear it many more times in the following months. She was able to do both, tease him, totally control his orgasms and at the same time be a wanton little slut anytime she felt like.

She found creative ways of doing it as well. And she didn’t stop with just him; she told him she was teasing others as well now. “I do like having that ‘power’ over men and especially over you.” And she knew her telling him just made him ache and burn more.

* * * * *

Tallen. The very thought of her made his body start to tingle. As he lay in the hotel bed he could see her in his mind’s eye as clearly as if she were sitting in front of him. If he didn’t stop thinking of her, he was going to have to relieve the tension that was already building in his body and groin.

Instead, he got out of bed and padded into the walk-in shower to try to both clear his head from the sleep bahis firmaları and what had obviously been rather vivid sexual dreams of Tallen as well as try to think of something that would excite her.

They had talked online for months and once Covid had passed mostly into memory they had decided it was time for him to come to Vegas to see her. When they’d agreed on the dates, he went online, booked a ticket and a hotel room for a week. He had no idea what to expect. His body was definitely thinking one way, while his mind was keeping those thoughts in check and reminding him this was only dinner; if she liked him, then who knew, but it was one thing to talk online, quite another to be sitting with her in person.

He arrived in Vegas late on Sunday evening. Plane rides were always a pain for him as he hated flying, he’d had a few drinks on the plane so when he got to the room he did a quick unpack, undress and pass out on the bed. The next morning, he woke up with an erection, owing mostly to dreams of Tallen and headed for the shower. The shower was hot, the water streaming down on his head, then chest felt relaxing. He turned so it hit his back and the jets felt like a massage.

Images of her that she had shared started going through his mind, words she had spoken, things she had said she’d do, that she wanted to do, or that she wanted him to see her doing all started flooding into his head and the blood rushed to his cock to harden it even more as he soaped down. He tried to ignore it, but the sensations and the need were too much and he began to stroke it; one hand on the wall of the shower, the other pumping the shaft up and down to thoughts of her.

“I want to suck your cock. I want to bounce on it up and down until I cum all over it. I want you to pound my pussy hard and deep from behind.” Each thought accompanied by an image she had shared with him, each stroke driving his thoughts deeper into a sexual fog. His thoughts shifting to how he’d take her; “I’m going to use you like a toy, Tallen, like an object to dump my cum into. I won’t care about whether you cum or not, your pleasure won’t matter at all. I will be lusting for you so much that my need is going to drive me to take you, and do it hard. I won’t even wait to get to the bed in the hotel room. Once I get you in the door, I’m going to pin you against the wall, rip your clothes off and fuck you right there. I’m going to lift you so your back is against the wall and just pound into your pussy so hard you will be crying out. I hope you will be wet because at that point, I’m not going to care. I’m just going to be so full of need and cum that I’m going to take you like that.”

“You say it, but can you really do it?” She’d tease. “I know what you really need and want, and with just a few words I could have you on your knees.”

He knew that might be true, but he had responded. “Not this time. I won’t cum in you there; my cock will be in you as we move to the bed. I’ll lift you off of me, flip you and toss you onto the bed, face first. I’ll tell you to lift your ass up and if you don’t do it fast enough, I’ll do it for you. My hand will begin to smack your ass as my cock finds the opening to your hot little fuck hole. Once it’s there, I’ll shove it in and my hand will go to your neck, holding you down on the bed as I take the rest of my lust out on and into you. I’m going to fill your pussy with hot sticky cum and again won’t care if you have time to get off or not. If you complain, I’ll spank your ass, if you talk, I’ll pin your face to the bed so I don’t hear.

“I won’t be denied your pussy, and right after filling it with my cum, I’ll use your mouth. Once I’ve cum inside you, I’ll pull you by your hips to the edge of the bed, flip you over and shove my cock in your slutty little throat and face fuck you like a hot little slut deserves.”

He could hear her response, wanting it, encouraging it. “You know I want to be taken, to be used, to have no choice, so you say it, but can you do it? Really, can you?”

“You’ll see when I’m there, when I’m driving into you hard, fast, deep. You’ll see when you are gagging on my cock, your ass still stinging from the swats I gave it while fucking you. You’ll swallow it as you suck the second load out of my cock, tasting it, my cum mixed with yours on the shaft, then just my cum spewing down your throat as I face and throat fuck your hot little mouth.”

He could feel his orgasm building now, he was close. The soapy water was making it feel even better as he pumped up and down. They’d both cum to these thoughts before, and others where she would be in control.

His mind flipped as other images filled it while his hand kept pumping. Her voice, seductive, teasing, wicked as his memory pulled up her own words; “I’m going to use you,” she’d tell him, “for my pleasure, to make my pussy wet, to soak it, to make me cum so hard I feel like I could pass out from it. Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed and use your cock kaçak iddaa in my pussy for that. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll tie you to the chair and make you watch as I use someone else’s cock.

“You are the one that made me realize how hot it is to tease a cock into total desperation. To get you to a point where you’ll do anything I tell you to do just in HOPE of a release. Now I want to. I want to make you beg me, to make you feel that desperate need so badly that tears are coming out of your eyes and your cock is crying precum. I can always find a cock to ride and cum on; yours will be good for making my cumming more intense. I can’t wait to tease the shit out of you and make you beg me to stop, and that will only let me know that we are just getting started. You want to be teased, Phil? I’m just the slut that can and WILL do it to you. I WANT to!”

She’d go on and he’d cum, as she showed pics, told him what she was doing with others or made him read it himself. She’d make them message him to tell him how hot she was, then get off on the conversations as he’d cut and paste them to her.

His cock was now burning, the cum just moments away from spraying all over the shower. His hand was gripping hard, fist pumping up and down his shaft. It was at this point his phone started ringing. He had set it on the counter in the bathroom to make sure he didn’t miss her call and her name popped up on the screen. Tallen.

He turned the water off and answered it. The steam still kept him warm as he held the phone and fingered the button to answer. He put it on speaker and leaned his back against the tiles. “Hey, Tallen, how goes things with you?”

“Good, just wanted to check to make sure you got in, got a room and that we were still going to have dinner?”

“Yeah, I got in fine. I wouldn’t miss dinner with you for anything. I made a reservation for 8. Figured that would mean we’d have time to have dinner and do whatever you wanted after.” He said to her his cock now throbbing even more at hearing her voice.

“Whatever? You better be ready to fuck, Phil. My pussy so needs cock right now, so don’t make me look for one besides yours,” she laughed into the phone making his cock jump and twitch.

“I just meant…”

“I know. It’s nice of you to set up dinner and all, but I’m already sure of what I want, and think you are too, right?”

“Um…yeah, I’d say you are right, and considering the state of things with my body at the moment, it agrees.”

She laughed. “Good, keep it that way. Don’t lose any of it. I want every drop.” She said she’d meet me at 7:45 in front of the restaurant and we’d go from there. She hung up the phone before he could say anything else. He slid the phone back onto the marble counter and finished his shower, but didn’t finish jerking off though he desperately needed to. Her teasing, her cumming, the look of pleasure on her face, the way she sounded when she did, all of those images and sounds kept running through his mind as he washed his hair, shaved, and rinsed off.

He dried off and hung the towel on his still rigid cock as he brushed his teeth and dried his hair. The mundane was starting to allow things to subside so he toweled off the remaining wet spots and went back into the room to get dressed. He grabbed a dark blue button down shirt from the closet, a pair of boxer brief s and dark socks from the drawers along with a pair of khaki Dockers. He saw the two suit cases he had brought with him. One, now empty, had contained clothing and personal items, the other he had filled with toys he had bought for this trip for her, along with other items that he thought she might like. “Well, with any luck,” he thought, I’ll open that suitcase tomorrow night.

He had an afternoon to kill and he thought it best he do that in public or he’d wind up thinking about her too much and having to cum. If he was in public, he still would likely be thinking of her, but he’d be able to keep things in check. He grabbed his phone from the desk where he laid it and dropped it in his pocket. He looked around the suite to make sure he had cleaned things up the best he could.

Dirty clothes were in a corner in the closet. He’d already put his clothing and such away, so he took the empty suitcase and placed it in the closet with the dirty clothes. His computer bag sat by the desk, his laptop set up on the desk with mouse, SSD, and Xbox controller hooked up and sitting next to the laptop on the desk.

The other suitcase sat in a corner and he thought about putting it away but decided against it. As he looked at it, a thought occurred to him that had been working its way through the maze of his mind for the whole flight out and all of the night before. He wanted to excite her, to make things interesting and fun. He thought to himself maybe he had the perfect plan.

He went over to his computer bag and took out a pad of yellow sticky notes. He then counted and peeled off two sets of 5 notes. He walked over kaçak bahis to the conference / dining table that was in the suite and stuck the two pads to the table in front of two facing seats. He placed the pens, one next to each pad. He walked over to the closet and snagged the little laundry bag hanging up and put it on the table in the middle. If dinner and the night went well, he thought he might have the perfect idea to provide for spontaneity, excitement and eroticism all at the same time.

Though, he acknowledged to himself it might wind up just being a nerdy idea to her as well. But, you never knew until you tried. One more look around the bathroom to make sure it looked more or less presentable and he went to the door. He checked the app in his phone to make sure the lock was still working. He didn’t want to come back here with her and find that he was locked out of the suite.

On confirming that the app worked, he again dropped the phone in his pocket, went back to the desk, raked his change into his other pocket, grabbed his wallet and the ear buds for the phone and set out to see what an afternoon of gambling might bring.

Phil sat down at a blackjack table, the pun not lost on him—bj—and took $200 from his wallet to convert to chips. He ordered a Jack and Coke from the waitress and sat down to kill some time. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Tallen, hearing her voice in his head, seeing her legs, her ass, and her pussy in his mind instead of the cards. He was so preoccupied he actually pissed the table off by hitting on 17. No matter that the dealer flipped a 4.

Some bj players take personal offense at the way others play. When it happened, he didn’t really care what they thought, he was seeing Tallen slowly spreading her legs, but, as their displeasure was starting to penetrate his daydreams, he pushed his chips to the center to cash out.

The dealer handed him $315 back in chips. He really hadn’t even paid attention. He tipped the dealer, downed his drink and walked over to the cage to cash out. A friend had told him that when you play, always convert your chips to cash before moving to another table to get more credit. He didn’t know if it was true, but he always cashed out now out of habit.

He was fighting an erection as he stood in line to cash out. He was seeing her, “Do you want to eat me or fuck me first, Phil? Her legs open, her smooth pussy on display. “I want cock so bad, so why don’t you just fuck me!” In his mind she was turning over, pushing her ass in the air. He started trying to think about work, the news, anything to get his cock to stay down. It worked, mostly as he got to the window and pushed his chips through the window. “Big bills, sir?” The cashier asked.

“Yeah, thank you, and 5 one dollar bills, for the other.”

He took his money and walked back out to the floor. He didn’t know whether to try cards again or not. He felt he really had gotten quite lucky at the table and thought it might be better not to do anything that required real concentration.

He killed time on the slots, constantly looking to see what time it was. The excitement in him was continuing to build as the seconds crawled by. It was only 4:00 and he still had almost 4 more hours to kill. He was feeling a bit hungry so he went to the lounge to see what they had for snacks. He ordered another Jack and coke and sat down munching on a little sandwich.

The waitress in the lounge was much hotter than the one on the floor and he didn’t fail to notice the short dress and hose she was wearing as she brought his drink. He handed her the 5 singles and she thanked him with a little smile. He had meant to use that for several tips, but, the way she looked, he couldn’t resist. “Oh well, not my money,” he thought to himself. It never was until he left the casino.

He tried not to stare at the waitress as she made her rounds because it just made him think of Tallen and how she’d look in the outfit. He was really starting to get overly worked up. “Maybe I should go take a cold shower,” he thought to himself. He finished the sandwich and most of his drink before he got up and decided that maybe just walking out on the strip would help.

It didn’t. Tallen was everywhere. Short skirts and dresses, shorts and tank tops, every girl he saw had him thinking of her. He un-tucked his shirt because he could tell he was starting to lose control of his dick getting an erection. He walked from one casino to the next; trying to walk out the excitement he was feeling. It was like he was in high school again and going on a date with the hottest girl in school. He couldn’t control his anticipation or his physical reaction.

His mind was creating images of her and making her voice speak to him in his mind. “Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you at all. Maybe I should just go back downstairs and pick up a guy and bring him back here and make you watch! Or, I could just use one of my toys I brought with me, make you clean it after I cum on it! All of it could get me really hot and horny. Maybe I’ll use your computer to go online and show off for some random guys! Or I could tie you to the bed and fuck your brains out not letting you cum.”

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I was in heat again. I could feel the urges building up and my thoughts drifting to dark sensual images of sexual abandon. The craving to indulge in a very deep hedonistic experience of total sexual abandon.

I am a divorced, professional, middle aged woman with 2 college aged children. I had a nice career, with a nice income. I had no material complaints. I was 49 years old, five foot two inches and 140lbs. That sounds a bit heavy, but those pounds were in all the right places. C cups in a size four dress and athletic legs – I ran. I was built for fun. Not the super model thin but rather I was a woman who went to bed for Olympic style sex – lots of events. Since my divorce sex had been sporadic, mostly around those times when I just got so horny I had to have some. Then I would dress a little slutty, head to a local club, look available and pick the one I wanted to take home. It was mostly routine sex. Fun, transient and sometimes satisfying but I always felt like I had needs that were never met.

My sex drive had been on the rise recently and the age of internet porn had graphically illustrated for me the ways a woman could enjoy herself that only a decade ago was simply rumor or scandal. Browsing through the videos I came upon one of a women who fucked for over 20 men. I was captivated, how could she walk the next day?? I watched the video over and over, she was built like me and she was voracious. A man would mount her, her legs would go over their thighs and she would urge them to fuck her hard and fast. All the while she sucked on any cock near her face.

This wasn’t a professional video; this was purely homemade. She was the eager participant. When one guy finished in her, she would pivot her body to put her legs opened to the next man to fuck her. She was in charge. She had cum all over her face, her body glistened from sweat and cum and the cum dripping out of her was amazing.

I couldn’t get that video out of my head. She was suddenly my total slut role model.

Frankly the idea absolutely captivated me – but it terrified me too. The idea of having a lot of men who craved my body and who I eagerly wanted in me send me into erotic day dreams. To feel a man climaxing inside me and then to have that man replaced by another eager to again cum in me was so hot.

But I would be one women among all those men. If they decided to do anything they wanted with me there would be nothing I could do. I was not sure I was ready to put myself at that much risk. A mob of horny men can do a lot a damage to a woman. They key I decided was to get the “right” kind of men, only to realize that was kind of trying to find a herd of unicorns at the strip mall.

But I had no idea how to find men for a gang bang. I pondered this and shelved the idea as a fantasy never to be realized. One night, cruising on the net I ran across a swingers web site. On the web site there was a link to a retreat for couples and single women. I used an anonymous email address and asked about the rules and understandings. The owners wrote back a very nice reply explaining their site was a private club open to members to enjoy as they saw fit. Once a month that had an event where people could join and play if they chose. There was no obligation to participate and nudity was optional. The next weekend was three weeks away.

After work on Friday I jumped in the car for the almost three hour drive. I had the small bag in the back seat, the destination in my GPS and a full tank of gas. I was set.

I packed lightly. I have my favorite five-inch strappy sandals, a demicup bra and matching thong. I opened the glove box and pulled out the plain brown package I had placed there in the morning. A bottle of lubricant and a set of fur lined hand cuffs. The cuffs were an impulse buy. Not sure what I planned to do with the pink fuzzy handcuffs but just knowing I had them excited me.

I arrived at the address, a non-descript house off a quiet road. Frankly I was a bit alarmed. Was this the real thing or was I getting in over my head. I parked next to about five other cars and headed to the door. Jeans a tee shirt and runners didn’t portray the lust I was in but made me feel safer. I hesitated at the door for a while and almost turned around but eventually I knocked.

The door was answered by a woman much like myself, similar age and build, blond hair and a touch too much makeup. She smiled warmly at me and I introduced myself.

“Sandy” she said as she held out her hand. “Jeanette” I replied as we shook.

“I called about and event here I found on the internet” I stated. How do you ask a total stranger if this is where sluts can get fucked all night??

She laughed. “Yes, it is honey. We are a swingers club and love single women visitors.” She stepped aside and let me enter. Sandy showed me around her place. The main floor was just like any house but with mostly couches and overs stuffed chairs. A small kitchen, clean and neat.

“I think you want to see canlı bahis the upstairs, don’t you?” she asked in a leading fashion.

I nodded. Climbing a steep flight of steps, a short hall let to a series of rooms. The first room was two large beds – that’s all. The second was mattresses covering the entire floor.

“Room one is for couples or groups who want privacy. They will close the door when they are occupied. Room two is for those who like to join in or to play in public. Room three is for a more adventurous type and room four for is for submissive and their dominants.” I noticed that room three was a room with no lights at all, a padded floor and what looked like a few oddly placed walls. I later discovered it was called dark room. Room four held a couple of what looked like thrones and a small bar – I was confused and it must have showed.

“Let’s go downstairs and chat before the regulars get here,” said Sandy.

Sitting at the kitchen table she began to tell me the rules.

“We get all kinds of people here. Mostly couples but occasional single women. We limit the number of single men so we have a nice balance of women to men. In here – no means no. If you don’t want their attention say no – and they will leave you alone. If they don’t, tell anybody and Bill will send them home. I guess you have never been to a swing club before” asked Sandy.

“No. But I read a lot about it. I really want to try it. I can’t seem to ever get enough” I confessed.

A reassuring chuckle from Sandy “that won’t be a problem here” she said. “There are condoms in bowls in all the rooms.”

“Are you from around here?”

“No – I drove almost 3 hours to get here.”

“We have a room in the back you can rent. $30 and it has two locks on the door if you don’t want to drive home.”

“Thank you so much. I was wondering if I should go get a room someplace nearby and come back in a bit.”

The offer appealed to me. It saved me so much running around.

“Let’s go look at it. Why don’t you get your bag on the way?”

We stepped outside and I pulled my overnight bag and hand bag out of the car and followed Sandy. Around the side there was a flight of steps up to a door with a small light on. Sandy went up and unlocked the door.

The room as neat, homey, clean and smelled fresh and airy.

“I keep the windows open a crack. I hate the smell of a musty room,” she said.

“This would be lovely. Thank you so much.”

“One rule – no playmates in here. This is for you to rest and feel safe. You can lock the door from the inside.”

“That sounds just fine with me” I smiled at her.

“You can shower in there” nodding to the bathroom, “and come down when you’re ready. I think other guests are starting to arrive” She began to head to the door.

“Casual, slutty or just heels and panties?” I asked.

“Jeannette – dress in a way that makes you feel sexy and ready. Don’t bother with heels, you won’t have them on long anyway” she said as she winked at me.

I showered, did some light makeup, mostly just a bit of eye shadow, mascara and my favorite, almost crimson red lipstick. Looking through my bag I chose the light blue sheer sleeveless, button up top. My breasts aren’t very large but they haven’t lost their shape even after two children. I decided to do without a bra. I did pick out my black lace thong to wear. I had shaved myself and sometimes the lace is a bit rough, but like the bra I didn’t think I would be wearing them long.

A dark blue skirt that fit my hips tightly, very short finished off my outfit. I slipped into my flip flops and looked at myself in the full length mirror. My hair was short, dark and a bit wavy, a curl came over my forehead. I could clearly see my nipples against the sheer fabric and I was aware of the movement of my tits inside the blouse when I moved.

“Here you are girl – you going to do this?” I said out loud to nobody.

I felt my excitement rising – I knew I wanted this. The fantasy has only grown stronger in time. I knew if I didn’t go down to the club, I would never work up the courage to do this again. Turning the handle, I opened the door, down the steps and into the front door with a mixture of fear, desire, a touch of guilt and anxiety.

As I entered Sandy looked up from a card table that had been placed in the entrance. She looked me over and grinned a wicked grin and handed me a stick-on name tag.

“You are going to suck all the attention away from the other women Jeanette.”

I felt a bit of anxiety – “Is that bad, is this too much?” I asked.

Sandy giggled. “No baby – it’s what you need to do to get what you came for.”

I nodded and went into the main room.

A few couples stood around. Mostly dressed but one or two people in short dressing gowns. A man approached and I smiled at him. He was large. 6 foot something, big shoulders and hands. He was smiling.

“Bill – Sandy’s husband”. He said as he stuck his hand out.

“Sandy bahis siteleri told me to help you break the ice a little and get to know a few people.”

As he said this his eyes never left my breasts.

“Thank you. I am a nervous but really horny,” I said to him.

I didn’t know if making a pass at the host was permissible or not so I waited to see what he did next.

“May I kiss you?” Bill asked.

“Is that ok?” I said a bit hesitant.

“Sandy and I have been swinging for over ten years Jeanette. If I didn’t make a pass at you Sandy would think I needed to see a doctor or something.” He said with a wolfish grin.

Bill strong arms pulled me tightly against him and kissing me with a soft, urgent, hungry kiss. My entire body feel like it had just been plugged in. Standing in a room of total strangers, passionately kissing a tall rugged man who I met only a few minutes ago. His large hands made their way from the small of my back to my ass and I enjoyed that sensation. I was on my toes and his kiss was electric.

“That should do it” Bill said as we broke our kiss.

Puzzled by the comment I looked around – and we had the attention of the entire room.

He patted me on the ass and said quietly:

“Have fun” – then walked into the kitchen.

I felt suddenly exposed but quite excited. Bills kiss had lit the fire.

I saw both men and women looking at me. Once couple came over.

“My name is Olivia and this is Teddy” she said extending her hand.

“Jeanette” I replied.

She took my hand, shook it then lightly pulled me in for a quick hug. She then, without any warning, passed me over to Teddy, who also shook my hand, then hugged me – in a much more suggestive way. His short bathrobe was beginning to tent out a bit.

“Eager but unsure. Needy but don’t know the ground rules. Is that about it?” Olivia asked.

I nodded. And grinned.

“Do you find Teddy attractive? Would you fuck for Teddy?”

The bluntness of the question caught me off guard. I looked Teddy over – like he was a prize bull. He wasn’t handsome, but he was well shaped and he seemed gentle enough, though I was wondering if Teddy had a voice of his own. He smiled a warm smile at me and I saw what appeared to be a very large, getting hard, cock poking out of his robe.

“Yes – I would fuck for you.” I said looking directly at Teddy.

“Why don’t you two go upstairs and get better acquainted.”

“You don’t mind me taking him from you?”

She laughed quietly – “oh Teddy isn’t mine and I am not his. Teddy is just a bit shy and we are good friends. I come with him to these to help him find partners – and then I get some too.” She said with a bit of a grin on her face.

So much to learn I thought to myself.

Teddy took my hand and we went upstairs. He was headed into the first room – for privacy. I wasn’t here for privacy so I moved to group room. He followed. The room was empty. Teddy took me in his arms and kissed me – and I returned the kiss with heated enthusiasm. I shrugged off my top and slid my skirt to the floor. I hung them on a convenient hook near the door and returned to Teddy. His bathrobe was gone. He had broad shoulders, a thick chest, thick legs and a very nice, now fully erect cock.

I dropped the thong and fell into him. He picked me up with great ease and I put my legs around him. I felt his cock pressing against my wet pussy and almost came right then. He carried me to a padded, raised platform in the middle of the room. He gently sat me on the platform and stood between my legs. We never broke our kiss. I could feel him probing with his cock but I didn’t want to go that fast.

I slipped away from him, laid back, but then pivoted around so my head was at the edge. I put my hands on the backs of his thighs and pulled him to me. I felt his cock on my face. Letting it slide over I began to lick on his balls and he moaned. I could see a few figures standing in the doorway watching us and that just put fuel on my sexual fire.

I took his cock into my mouth and used my hands to indicate I wanted him to fuck my face. Teddy didn’t talk much but he sure understood what I wanted. He began to move in and out of my mouth. I let his thighs go and put my hands out on the edge of the platform for all to see.

Teddy was going deeper each trust, his hands started to explore my tits. He pinched my nipples and I moaned a bit but didn’t resist. He was taking my cues and began to take more control. He pushed his cock deep and I gagged slightly. Teddy reacted to my gagging by pulling his cock out but I kept my mouth on this cock and my fingers hooked his thighs again.

“I like to be used – so take me” I said.

So he stepped forward and pushed all the way down. I felt his head pop into my throat and felt his balls covering my face and I was completely consumed by lust. He began to pump into my throat. I gagged a few times but he paused then resumed fucking my face. In my mind I saw bahis şirketleri myself, naked body laid out on this platform, head off the edge with a man pumping into my mouth and throat and I willingly letting him. It was an image I had had for a long time – but now it was real – and it was better than the fantasy.

Teddy pulled out, I whimpered when is cock left my feeling empty.

Without any effort he spun me like a top and my pussy was now facing him. I looked up and saw two other men at the edge of the platform watching. All of them were silhouettes. The faint light in the room was behind them and I couldn’t make out anything more than a body shape. It was so thrilling.

I put my feet on Teddy’s shoulders and he pulled my hips over the edge.

He went down on me. He stuck his face into my dripping wetness and lapped it expertly. I began to writhe and moan. Teddy was very good, but I wanted to put a bit of a show on for my spectators as well. I felt a hand on my breast. I looked up and a man had touched me and then pulled back. I realized he was waiting for me to say it was ok. I grinned up at him and put his hand back on my breast. At that point the other man also reached in and I smiled up at him as well.

Teddy was licking me expertly, and my entire being was vibrating with sexual tension. I looked up at the two men above me and saw their cocks just inches from my face. The larger of the two men put his huge paw on my head and pulled my face to his cock. I resisted slightly – because it excited me to see if he would take me anyway. He paused – looked down at me and I realized that here – there was no forcing anybody. Consensual or nothing. I smiled up at him and opened my mouth. His hips moved forward and his cock entered my eager, wet, warm mouth.

Without realizing it was coming I came. It was a sudden rush of an orgasm. It washed over me, making my legs vibrate and my entire body tense. I am sure I have a wave of pussy juice flooding Teddy’s mouth but he lapped it up anyway.

The other gentlemen guided my hand to his cock. It felt really long and thick. I pulled off the first man and turned my face to the other gentleman – they both deserved my attention. It was then I realized this was a very large black man. I had never been with a black man. He smelled muskier, sexier. I took his cock in my mouth and couldn’t get more than half of it in me.

Teddy’s tongue had stopped as I was sucking my first big, black cock (a very long standing fantasy) when I felt a cock at my pussy. I looked up and Teddy was standing, eager and ready to fuck me but he wanted my approval before he entered. I put my feet behind him and used my heels to pull him into me as I guided his cock to enter me.

Here I was – 30 minutes after I arrived and I am having EXACTLY the experience I wanted. I felt Teddy’s cock enter me, with a cock in my mouth and I was stroking another cock. I came again – I think mostly because I could see myself in my minds eye and I looked the part of a complete slut – focused only on making herself cum. And I loved it – I had surrendered to my every lustful thought and I reveled in my freedom to chose my partners, and letting them use me as much as I wanted to be used.

I heard Teddy begin to grunt and then I felt his cock swell – and he came. He had a condom on and it felt like the reservoir tip swelled like a balloon. As he pulled out I grabbed his cock and pulled his condom off and on an impulse – poured the contents on my stomach. I looked down at his cum pooling on me and that excited me that much further. The big black cock left my mouth and appeared between my legs. I was about to have two men fuck me back to back – something I had fantasized about for years. I saw Teddy and mouthing a – YOUR AMAZNG to him. He smiled and nodded and moved out.

It was then I felt somebody pushing a sewer pipe into my dripping pussy. I looked up and this beautiful man was pushing his thick black cock into me. It felt huge, bigger than anything I had ever had. His skin was a shiny ebony color with broad shoulders, at least a 4 pack abs, big hands and some really cool dreadlocks. He took my breath away – literally because his cock made me gasp as he continued to slide into me. I looked around – there were two new men and a number of women standing around me and I was completely enthralled thinking they were watching me – watching this wonton slut fuck and suck with abandon. His cock was deep in me but looking down I realized there was more – and I wanted it. I pulled his hips into me and he plunged all the way it. And he hit bottom – I gasped – actually yelled a bit because it hurt. But I didn’t let him pull back. I held him that deep in me, fully impaled on him until I relaxed a bit.

“Fuck me – fuck me like a whore” I said to him.

He began to pull out and then back in. Each stroke all the way in with an increasing tempo. I held the edge of the platform as he began to set up a rhythm. But I could tell he was holding back.

“is that all you got? Can’t you fuck harder?” I egged him on.

The next stroke almost killed me. I almost screamed and tears formed in my eyes.

“Just like that you magnificent fuck – just like that.”

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