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I was very nervous because I hadn’t had a date since I’d returned from a very long deployment overseas. When the only people you see other than your buddies look at you suspiciously, your interpersonal skills seem to drift away.

So, I was more nervous than I’d been since I was a teenager. I’d met a stewardess through a mutual friend and she was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, with long light brown hair, deliciously sexy legs and a smile that was hotter than the desert I’d just been in, Shelly was like a mirage. When I met her, I was immediately convinced I had no shot whatsoever, so I just joked around with her all night. Shockingly, we got along so well that I left that night with her phone number.

Since I was so nervous and had no decent civilian clothes, my friend Lorrie insisted that we go shopping on Saturday morning. I’ve always trusted her judgment, so we spent a lot of time wandering in and out of stores. More than once, when she bent over to pick something up during our shopping, I was reminded just how great an ass she has. She’s a short woman, with dark brown hair she keeps short also. A regular schedule of exercise classes and yoga have kept her very fit.

Once, when she was checking the fit of a pair of pants, she was kneeling in front of me and tugging on one pant leg. Her hand slid up the inseam a ways and I nearly exploded right in the store. She smiled up and me and asked if they fit all right. To be honest, they fit very well, except in one area. As I looked down at her lips and big eyes, I remembered the one drunken night when she bragged about how good a blowjob she could give.

I had a sudden image of her fist wrapped around my cock, pumping it while her lips engulfed the head. Somehow, I was able to re-focus on the real world and agree that they fit pretty well. We headed back to my place and she insisted that I model the clothes for her, so that I would wear the right shirt with the right pants.

So, I changed and came out into the living room to show off. When I got into the room, her back was to me and she was bending over rummaging in her purse. Seeing that skirt stretched tight across her sexy ass made my pants seem just a little tight again. She stood up as she heard me and turned around. She smiled and told me that I looked great, and then made me spin round so she could check everything out. When I turned back, she had a little frown on her face. “Something doesn’t quite fit right”, she said.

She walked over and knelt in front of me, her hand running up my right leg and adjusting the pants. Then her hand ran across my crotch and she tried smoothing that down. Well, that only made it worse. She then unbuckled my pants and unzipped them. I was completely frozen as she ran her hand along my shaft through my boxers, but never said anything and never looked up.

She slid my pants slid down a bit and cupped my balls. My hard cock slipped out of my boxers, waving in front of her lips. As all the blood rushed around my body in waves, she ran her tongue along the shaft and looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I just nodded my head and she kissed the tip of my cock.

Wrapping her hand around the shaft, she kept looking at me as she slowly pumped it. Her lips were massaging the head and I was going crazy but completely unable to move. She kept pumping her fist as she lowered her mouth şişli escort and sucked on my balls.

I couldn’t help but groan as I experienced just how amazing her blowjob really was. She licked her way back up my engorged cock and slid the tip into her mouth. Now there was nothing slow about the work she was doing. That hand was pumping vigorously as she buried my cock in her mouth. I finally was able to move my arm and run my hand through her hair as she sucked my cock with her fist pumping it. I could hardly hold back.

She slid my cock out of her mouth and kept pumping it while she begged me, “Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum.” Watching her fist pumping up and down, I felt a wave wash over me as she ran her tongue around the tip. I groaned, “Lorrie” and felt a spasm as my cum started squirting inside her mouth.

She looked up at me, still pumping her fist on my cock and sucking the cum out of it. She ran her cum-covered tongue along my cock, licking up some that had spilled down the shaft. Lorrie smiled and swallowed my hot cum in her mouth, then slid my slowly softening cock back into my boxers and zipped my pants back up.

“Much better,” she said, “that fits much better. Oh, and now the pipes are clean.” She winked, stood up and walked towards the door. As she opened the door, she looked over her should and asked me to call later to let her know how the date went. I was simply speechless.

Confused, I changed into some loose shorts because I had to head to the gym to meet my workout partner. I had no idea what I should be thinking or doing, except that I’d better keep to my schedule.

Annie and I had been working out together for a few years. We’d been part of a group of friends and I thought she was just dynamite. Of course, she seemed only to have eyes for one of my buddies, whom all those girls chased after. Both Annie and I had been laid off, so we bumped into each other at the gym during the day and then just started scheduling workout sessions to keep busy and fit.

On the weekends when I didn’t have reserve duty we’d sometimes go on long bike rides, which I enjoyed for more than the exercise and the scenery we rode through. Annie had a great pair of legs from running a lot and seeing that bicycle seat nestled between her thighs always made me happy that she rode so fast.

I arrived at the gym a bit late, so she was already on one of the treadmills. Climbing onto the one next to her, I tried not to stare at her legs, as a similar distraction had already confused my day. They were great legs, though. I’d often imagined them wrapped around me or spread wide with me licking her hot pussy. Needless to say, I was distracted already.

As we trotted along, she asked all kinds of questions about my first date. She sounded almost as excited about it as I was and she had loads of advice for me. I’d always been a bit less-than-suave, so any help was going to make a huge difference.

Annie hadn’t had a good date in ages and complained that she wasn’t sure she knew how to fuck anymore. I remember watching her lips form the word “fuck” and being mesmerized by it. As I listened to her talking about each of the odd guys she’d had one disappointing date with, I imagined her screaming, “Fuck me” or whispering “fuck me harder” or groaning avcılar escort “fuck my pussy”.

I slowed down on the treadmill because I’d gotten so hard again that moving quickly was not very comfortable. We kept talking and I really tried not to think about it, but I just kept seeing those lips forming the word “fuck”.

It probably didn’t help when we went over to stretch after our workout. I made sure not to stand behind her when she touched her toes, but sitting down in front of her while she was doing it and talking to me, I found myself eye-balling her nipples as her top opened a little wider during her stretch. Her nipples were hard and a dark red, perched on small, round breasts just big enough to fill your hand or mouth.

I imagined circling one of them with my tongue while I’d slide my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. This meshed well with imagining her begging “fuck me, please fuck me.” I blinked a few extra times and was able to finish stretching, despite one muscle seeming not to loosen, but instead get harder.

Annie had been having some computer problems, so I followed her to her apartment to have a look at them. She complained that she’d been getting a lot of popup ads, especially since she’d been using a file-sharing site. When we got to her apartment, I sat down in front of the computer. Right after we turned it on, windows started popping up, showing naked women, many of them tied up and sucking on dildos or kneeling in front of some guy. Again, she said “Fuck!” and my mind spun.

She leaned in to click the mouse and rubbed her breasts against my shoulder. As she worked the mouse more vigorously, she leaned further forward and occasionally rubbed them against my face. Not wanting to accidentally do something I shouldn’t be doing, I turned the chair a bit to let her in closer.

I would say that it was unfortunate that it didn’t quite work out the way I intended, but since she ended up basically in my lap with her tits pressed into my face, I don’t think I can complain. I don’t think I intended to have her nipple in my mouth, but it ended up there. Since I’d already been imagining this, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I nibbled gently on her nipple through the top she’d been wearing at the gym. She let out a slight gasp of surprise, then held the back of my head, pressing her tit into my mouth, and whispered, “don’t stop.” She muttered something about her top being too sweaty and peeled it off, her dark hair cascading down to her shoulder as she freed her lovely tits. Her nipples tasted even better than they’d looked and I licked and sucked on them hungrily.

She whispered, “You’d better not try this on that first date” while I nibbled on her swaying breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. She groaned and whispered in my ear, “…and you’d better not slide my shorts off, because you wouldn’t do that on a first date.” So, I slid her shorts down and she slipped them off while kneeling on the chair, hovering above me.

“…Or finger her pussy…” she moaned. Slipping her thong aside, my fingers rubbed an already wet pair of pussy lips. I wanted her to beg to be fucked, so I ran my fingers around her clit, feeling her buck on my lap as the waves of pleasure crashed inside her.

“…Oh, and tying her up with ropes from her desk drawer would be wrong…” şirinevler escort I reached in and grabbed the ropes, lashing her hands together. She got up and bent over the desk.

“…And you sure wouldn’t want to bend her over like this… not on a first date…” I stood up behind her, dropping my shorts to the floor to free my once more hard cock. I rubbed it all over her ass and watched her quiver when I slid it down along her asshole.

Then she said the word I’d been so mesmerized by, “oh, please fuck me” in almost a whisper. As my cock slid between those wet and hungry pussy lips, I reached forward and grabbed her tits. I felt the next wave inside her and slowly slid my cock in and out while she shook. The ropes kept them together, but her hands were clenching and un-clenching as I drove my cock deeper into her tight pussy.

“Yes, fuuucck me!” she groaned. Playing with her nipples I kept grinding my cock into her. Her pussy was squeezing my cock harder all the time. She started rocking back to meet each thrust and screamed, “Fuck me harder!” I stood up, gripping her hips as I plowed into her tight pussy.

I spanked her hard and she squealed in pain and pleasure. I spied some oil on the desk and picked that up, squirting it all over her ass. She moaned, “Yesssss” and then whispered, “fuck my ass, please fuck my ass.” I slid an oiled finger inside her while my cock slithered in and out of her dripping pussy. Pressing her face to the desk, she managed to whisper quietly, “…bigger, I want more….” And I slid a second finger inside. Those hands I’d tied together pounded the table as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth contorted.

She arched her back and begged me again, “please fuck my ass”. As my cock slid out of her pussy, she groaned and spasmed for a second. I nudged her tight hole with my hard cock and she spread her long, sexy legs a little wider. Her tight hole slowly widened as my cock entered her ass. I heard her hiss, “yeeesssss”. Her hole was so tight, I wasn’t sure I’d fit all of my cock inside her, but she kept pushing back harder and moving her legs to open that sexy ass wider.

“Fill my ass with cum, Dan,” she pleaded. Holding her hips, I was having a hard time not exploding inside her. I rocked her back and forth, my cock ready to burst as I fucked her ass. I watched her ass bounce every time I plunged my cock deep inside her and felt her squeezing my cock. Gripping her hips, I guided my cock in and out.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!” I screamed and she bounced back against me harder.

“Fill me up! Fill me with cum! Fuck me!” My cum started spraying inside her tight ass. I just shook from the waves of ecstasy, feeling her tight ass squeezing the cum out of my cock.

I slowly slid back into the chair. Annie looked up at me from her desk and said, “Don’t even try that on the first date.” She crawled over and caressed my cock with her hands as I untied her. She leaned forward and kissed my cock. Looking up into my eyes, she said, “Make sure you come over here tomorrow, because I’m not through with you.”

As I got ready for my first date, my mind was utterly confused.

As I pulled on my new pants, I kept thinking about Lorrie kneeling there sucking my cock and stroking it until I came inside her mouth.

When I went to my computer to double-check the directions to Shelly’s hotel, I remembered filling Annie’s tight ass up with my cock and nearly surfed to a few porn sites since I was horny again.

Somehow, I managed to get myself together and over to the hotel. I called Shelly’s cell phone and she told me she wasn’t quite ready, so I should come to her room while she did the finishing touches.

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She opened her eyes to darkness, not quite sure what awoke her. She waited a moment until her eyes adjusted to the darkness, making out the outlines of the objects in the room. She lay there another moment, listening. Her lips curved into a slow smile, hearing his steady breathing next to her. She stretched, allowing her leg to brush back against his. He shifted slightly, but remained in his slumber. She turned to face him then, her body stretched out along his. Lifting her hand, she traced his jaw lightly with a fingertip. He turned his head a little with the light touch, murmuring something beneath his breath. She knew he wouldn’t wake fully. He had worked late last night. She had felt him slip into bed next to her in the early morning, pulling her into his embrace. Into the spot she fit so perfectly. Still watching him, she leaned in to brush her lips over his. Again he murmured, turning over onto his back. She lay still then, waiting to see if he would pull her to him. When he continued to sleep, she shifted to pull her body over his.

Straddling him, she settled her hips against his. She rocked against him, slowly at first, the only thing between pendik escort them was his boxers and her panties. She continued the slow motion of her hips, feeling his cock harden beneath her. She heard his low moan, and yet…he remained asleep. She grinned as she felt him begin to throb against her. Only then did she begin to move down his body. She shifted again, her leg moving between his. With a nudge of her knee, she had his legs parted, allowing her to slide down all the way. Her gaze never left his face. Finally, she rested there a moment. She could feel the heat of him, could see the thick outline of his cock pressing against his shorts. She leaned in, tracing that outline with the tip of her tongue before giving it a slow, long lick. The thin material sticking to that pulsing shaft. He moaned again, parting his legs a little more. She was sure he thought he was dreaming. A very sensual, realistic dream. She mouthed at him, sucking the swollen head between her lips, tasting him even through the boxers covering him. She pulled her head back slightly, letting just her tongue tease him. The tip of it parting the slit in the kağıthane escort shorts. Lifting her hand and reaching forward, she wriggled her fingers into the opening, circling that cock. She whimpered then, seeing the single bead of precum on the tip. She began to stroke…slow, deliberate strokes. She lowered her head to swipe her tongue over his balls. She teased him, licking, grazing her teeth against him, her hand tightening with each stroke.

She lifted her head. She could feel the precum seeping down over her fingers. Giving in to her own hunger, she leaned in to lap at those fingers, moaning deep with that first, sweet taste of him. She felt his fingers then, tangling in her hair. His voice was a low growl, a single word “Now”. Closing her eyes, she took him. Her mouth surrounded him quickly, her lips tightening around him. She was as eager as he when his hand pushed her head down, forcing her throat to open and take him deep. She moaned again, a whimpering moan that vibrated over him…through him. Her mouth was a wet, warm vise as her head bobbed over him. Both of his hands fisted maltepe escort in her hair, guiding her at an almost frenzied pace. His hips bucked up, making her take every hard, thick inch of him. Her hand gripped his balls, squeezing…kneading them. She heard his intake of breath, his groan, his low curses as he fucked her throat. She didn’t need his guidence now, she moved at her own pace. Lifting her head, her lips almost leaving him, then she would slam her mouth down again. Each time seeming even deeper than before. Her lips ached, her throat raw…yet she knew she couldn’t stop until he filled her, until he fed her.

Finally, she felt his body stiffen. His fingers had released their grip on her hair and simply lay against her head. Her own fingers continued to knead and pull, wanting everything to flood from them into her mouth. She readied for it, her eyes opened to his as he growled “Take it!” She moaned, deep and long as those thick, hot jets rushed into her mouth. His hips jerked roughly upwards, emptying everything into her. Her lips stay fastened around him, unwilling to let even a drop be wasted. Their eyes remained on one another, watching as one gives and the other eagerly takes. When finally there is no more left to give or take.

She waited until his breathing slowed, until she was sure he slept once more. Then she crawled back up next to him, turning so that he could once again pull her back into his embrace where she fit so perfectly.

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The three days spent with Marla at the beginning of the week had been a little slice of heaven. The sweet memories from those days sustained me when I had to later endure long periods of separation from her. I wondered if she thought about me as often as I thought about her.

When I left her last Wednesday afternoon and returned to my own place, her absence immediately created a void that left me despondent. Nothing else but Marla’s touch and scent could fill it. I had become used to her attention and affection. Now, she was gone and all I felt was empty. Days went by with no contact and I wondered how she was doing and if she missed me, too. Her absence bred feelings of loneliness. I missed her terribly.

The last half of the week inevitably proved to be as lonely as I’d originally feared the entire week would be, had she not come into my life and shared those three glorious days of intimacy. That time spent with her only temporarily delayed the oncoming feeling of emptiness that wracked me now. Frank was back at home, and she couldn’t risk seeing me for fear of disrupting her “perfect” life. Perfect, my ass, I had come to learn. Tucked away with her hubby in their house a few doors away, it felt like she and I were separated by a hundred miles.

Then, late on Saturday night, I finally heard from her. Although a text could never replace her touch, smell and taste, it was still a connection. It read, “I miss you! Don’t text me back.”

Knowing how she felt, at least, helped me to sleep a bit better that night, but it took a while to find my rest. I tossed and turned, imagining my Marla having sex with, of all men, her husband. I knew that such feelings of jealousy were Illogical, even ridiculous, but I felt them nonetheless.

I awoke Sunday morning, cloudy and lethargic, but I couldn’t keep from grinning when I saw another quick note from her that read, “I want you.”

My spirit was lifted by her words. Maybe Frank was leaving town again! I thought about her all that day, honoring her request not to reply, but resisting the urge. The girl was extremely careful and I respected that.

Later that evening, she sent one more text that read, “I need you.”

Laying in my bed I tossed and turned, sleep eluding me, not because of my feelings of jealously and uncertainty, but because images of her luscious body tortured my mind and gave me an aching hard on that needed release. I considered masturbating, but decided that nothing else could replace Marla.

I resolved to save myself for her, just in case she found a way to slip over to see me. Instead, I painted images of her in my mind, imagining her every curve, her lips, her eyes, her taste, her smell. I played with myself idly, imagining her touch. Using my fingertips, I dreamed of her lips lightly brushing my pulsing head.

The image evaporated when my phone dinged. It was Marla, and her text read, “Hope yer up. I’m coming over.”

My heart leapt in my chest. I jumped up and splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. I threw on a tee shirt and some boxers and sat at my kitchen table, waiting with anticipation. I was shocked at the risk she was taking, but exhilarated that she was taking it.

Moonlight streamed into my kitchen as I sat and waited for the few minutes that felt like hours. My pulse revved when I finally saw her silhouette cross my yard and scurry to my door. I jumped to my feet and opened it for her. She burst inside, shedding her coat, and flew into my arms.

With her soft fur coat piled in a puddle at her feet, I wrapped her in my embrace and we sought each other’s lips. Our mouths crushed together hungrily. She gasped for air as her tongue delved into my mouth and I began peeling off her clothes as she desperately removed mine.

Down to her bra and panties, she yanked down my boxers and panted, “I need this, now!”

I swept her into my arms and carried her to my room. Depositing her on the bed, I stood and watched her as she quickly tore off her bra and panties and flung them aside. She smiled at the sight of my cock bobbing in front of her, each pulse raising it higher before her eyes. She lay back and beckoned me with a curled finger as she spread her legs.

“Take me,” she breathed and I crawled onto the bed between her legs. I paused to kiss her moistening pussy lips. Her aroma made my cock throb in desire for her. I delved into her slit, tasting her arousal, testing her wetness, breathing her in. I began lapping her sweetness when she pulled on the sides of my head, and gasped, “I need to feel you in me now!”

There would be no foreplay this night, just heated desire and urgent need. I crawled up to her and kissed her mouth. She kissed me back feverishly, then sucked in her breath when my helmet pressed against her opening, forcing her moistened lips apart.

“Mmm, mmm,” she moaned as my hard meat inched past the wet folds of her tight walls, her muscles massaging and coaxing my cock deeper. “Oh yeah!” she cried out sarıyer escort in relief when she felt me fully embedded. “God, how I’ve needed this,” she cried.

Then she began hungrily fucking me, her panting breath and our slapping flesh quickly filling the silence of my moonlit bedroom.

This was much different that the usual lingering foreplay and leisurely experimentation we had engaged in earlier the previous week, but four days was too long to wait now that we both knew what it could be like. This moment was about feral need and, as backed up as I was and turned on by her sexual frenzy, I managed to hold off, watching her, relishing the sight of her, hoping I could provide her the relief she so desperately needed.

She pumped her pelvis against my heavy strokes and emitted guttural sounds of relief and pleasure. This was the most frenetic love making we’d shared together so far, but it seemed to be what she needed in the moment.

To the sounds of my grunting, her panting, and our flesh slapping, tremors soon overtook her and she appeared to lose consciousness for a split second. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her head. Her pelvis shuddered and twitched. Then she gasped in a deep breath and arched her back, frozen in in primal ecstasy. Shivering uncontrollably, she exhaled and her sweet cream gushed all over my plunging cock.

The sight of her cumming brought me right to the edge. My cock sliding in and out of her was slick with the combination of her juices and my pre-cum. I slammed into her to the hilt a few more times, to the squishing sounds her pussy made and her throaty cries of “Yes! Yes!”

When I could hold back no longer, I gripped her ass and released my load into her depths. Amidst her vibrations and moans of passion. I pumped rivers of semen into her and spasmed as the aftershocks coursed through me.

She lay below me, looking satisfied and exhausted, my seed dribbling from her slit as I softened inside her, and she sighed, “God, I needed that.”

“Me, too,” I agreed.

After a moment, I laid down beside her. Holding her close, I asked cautiously, “What about Frank? Where is he right now?”

“Passed out,” she replied and snuggled into my chest. “He’s gotten drunk every night since he got back. Can you believe that? He’s worthless.”

“I’m sorry.”

She continued, “Yeah, he pounds the scotch while he’s on his phone or his computer all day and night. He always claims he’s working deals. But tonight, I’d had enough of waiting around. I poured his drinks a little heavier than usual so he’d pass out even earlier, and I could finally be with you again. Seems like it’s been so long, baby.”

“I’ve missed you so bad since I last saw you, baby girl,” I said. “It felt like a year. I wish you could sleep over with me.”

“Me, too,” she agreed. “But you know I have to get right back, right?”

“I figured as much,” I sighed.

She quickly dressed and smiled at me in my bed. My cock spent, a dribble of cum beaded on its tip. She bent to give me a sweet parting kiss, then swept up the drop with her finger and deposited it on her tongue. “Mmm, mmm,” she said as she grabbed her coat off the floor and briskly exited the door, gone in barely a half hour since she had arrived.

Her Sunday night visit was a sweet oasis in the desert, but the next day dragged on with no further word from her. It was a week to the day since we’d first been together and it seemed like eons ago. When the next day passed the same way, it began to feel like it was all a mirage after all.

Morosely, I began to figure that she’d gotten what she wanted and now she didn’t need me any more. I supposed that I’d hear from her when she got horny again. I thought sullen thoughts and moped around my place aimlessly, feeling forlorn.

Wednesday and Thursday rolled by the same way, and I felt like I’d lost her, but then I finally heard from her on Friday. Her text read, “Look out by the river.”

I glanced out my window and saw her coming into view out on the water in her kayak. She waved and grinned widely, and I waved back as she cruised past the view through my window. A quick jerk of her head upstream pointed the way she wanted me to go as she slid out of sight. A follow up text came in soon afterward that said, “Follow me.”

I replied, “Coming.”

Heartened, I grabbed my paddle and boat cushion in a hurry. I quickly untied my canoe from the tree it was secured to and slid it into the water. Hopping in, I began paddling after her. She was already out of sight, but I knew she was somewhere up ahead, around a bend or two. I looked back at her house. Thankfully, there was no sign of Frank.

I dug my paddle into the stiff current and propelled myself upstream after her. I labored against the wind and current in my bulky aluminum canoe, imagining her sleek kayak effortlessly slicing through the water somewhere ahead, but soon esenyurt escort I got a nice rhythm going myself, and even managed to make a decent wake behind me.

There were a few other properties after mine, but the landscaped homes soon gave way to thick, untamed forest. The trees crowded the banks on each side and cut down on the breeze as I paddled along vigorously. Soon, I felt completely surrounded by the still wilderness, although I knew I wasn’t completely alone. Marla was somewhere upstream, waiting for me.

After a few more bends, I had broken a sweat and was beginning to wonder just how far she’d gone, when my phone dinged. Her text read, “Go up beaver creek.”

I knew that place and it wasn’t very far ahead. When it came into view, I navigated my canoe into the mouth of the tributary that flowed into the main stream and paddled against the lively current. Around a few bends, until the banks became became too narrow to proceed any farther, I found her beached kayak. I pulled my boat up next to hers and jumped out onto shore. I looked all around but didn’t see her.

Then, another text came in that said, “Follow the creek.”

I secured my canoe and hiked up the slope that had been carved out by Beaver Creek. The sun dappled forest floor spread out around me in all directions. Ascending the rise, I got the feeling that I had gone back in time.

A short time later, I heard a voice say, “Psst!”

Looking toward a stand of large rocks off to my right, I caught a glimpse of her leg behind one. Rounding the pile of boulders, I found her in a sheltered glade, reclined on a large blanket she had spread out in the secluded spot. Its mottled pattern blended well with the fallen leaves of the forest. She had dressed in camouflage, too. Laying there on the blanket, her hair and legs gleaming in the sun, the rest of her blended into the earthy hues around her.

She smiled seductively and beckoned me with open arms. I kicked off my shoes and stepped onto the blanket. I lowered myself onto the soft fleece and lay down beside her.

“Oh Will,” she breathed.

“Marla,” I said softly and drew her into my arms.

I lowered my lips to hers and our tongues became reacquainted. I held her close as we kissed and she draped a leg over my thigh. Our hands hungrily roved each other’s and soon, we began to heatedly undress one another.

I caressed her breasts as I unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was clasped in the front and I quickly freed her heaving globes. I lavished them with kisses and licks as she squirmed beneath me and stretched down toward my growing cock.

She reached inside my shorts and grasped my warm and firm member. I moved to her neck and continued kissing her there, inhaling the combined scent of her skin and the musky scents of the forest around us. She stroked and massaged my hard rod, feeling it pulse within her grasp, and guided my shorts down and off my legs.

“Another bucket list item,” she said coyly while rubbing my ready manhood. “Doing it outdoors!”

“This is gonna be sweet,” I said.

“Yeah it is,” she agreed.

“Do we have more time than we had the other night, I hope?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby,” she cooed. “All day.”

“Good,” I said, and then slowly completed undressing her.

The sun filtering through the canopy warmed our naked bodies as we kissed deeply in embrace. She climbed up on top of me and heated up more when she felt my cock press against her warm mound.

“Mmm,” she murmured as she pulled her lips from mine and kissed her way down my chest and abdomen. She nestled in between my legs and said softly, “You enjoy this,” and proceeded to take my hardness into her mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this for days.”

She scooted in to lay between my legs, her face hovering over my outstretched member. She cooed over me, murmured her appreciation for my size, my thickness, my aroma, and lowered her soft lips over my helmet. She sucked my head and licked my length, following every pulsing vein, then paused to whisper, “It’s been too long since I tasted your cum.”

I lay back, arms behind my head, legs splayed, and closed my eyes. I hadn’t imagined when I awoke that day that I’d get the best blowjob of my life under a warm autumn sun in the woods, from a beautiful, sexy, wanton woman, all before noon. I decided that this was just what I needed, and giving her what she now craved would give me that much more staying power for the main event to follow.

I closed my eyes and took everything she had to give. The forest was alive with birdsong but could not drown out her murmurs of pleasure and the slurping and sucking sounds she made.

She knew she had me close when I began to buck upward into her mouth uncontrollably. She could feel the muscles of my stomach tense as my release built.

“Yeah baby,” she said hoarsely around a mouthful of meat. “Give it to me.”

I needed no more encouragement. With avrupa yakası escort a shudder and loud groan, days of pent up sperm erupted from my cock and into her mouth. She pulled off following the initial gush. Subsequent ropes of fluid splashed across her neck, giving her a true pearl necklace of dripping cum. My final spurts dribbled from the tip of my cock and trickled over her fingers that encircled my shaft.

Relieved, I lay there catching my breath, while she cleaned off all traces of my seed, meticulously licking the length of my shaft and all around my balls. I was nearly unconscious in post orgasmic bliss when she crawled into my arms and nestled her had upon my chest. “Mmm, yum,” she purred and snuggled into me.

After a brief respite, I gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her, tasting my own salty tang that smeared her sticky lips. Then I began kissing my way down her body toward her treasure. I paused to lavish her sensitive breasts. Her erect nipples ached to be kissed and I gave them ample attention. I moved downward and explored her belly button before kissing my way to her fragrant mound. Her arousal reached my nostrils and I deeply inhaled her readiness. She opened her legs invitingly as I moved to her glistening prize.

When my mouth reached her moist pussy lips, she shuddered in anticipation. I entered her with my tongue and tasted her womanly arousal. She was delicious. I feasted on her juices and explored every fold my tongue could reach, then found my way to her pulsing bean. I sucked on her clit and encircled it with my tongue, eliciting little squeals of pleasure from her. I pressed my tongue firmly against her swollen pea, then gripped her ass cheeks and guided her as she squirmed against the pleasure I applied. I felt her tense at the excruciating pressure and worked her into an electric frenzy.

Soon she was panting for breath and thrashing beneath my firm grip. She clenched the blanket as waves of pleasure overtook her. Her juices cascaded over my tongue as tremors wracked her. With a final, wrenching cry of relief, she shuddered, then froze and cried out, momentarily silencing the birds above. As her arousal flooded my mouth, I felt joy at my ability to pleasure her like that and my cock plumped in agreement, assuring me that it would be ready to continue our outdoor pleasure once she was rejuvenated.

“Had enough?” I asked once her quivering subsided.

“Not nearly,” she purred, and pulled me up next to her.

I crawled up next to her and scooped her into my arms. I pulled her up and held her on my lap, gently rocking her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled her face into the crook of my neck. I soothed her and listened to her soft breathing as I looked down the slope. Barely visible through the trees, the thin ribbon of river was a sliver strip woven through the fabric of the forest. She stirred in my arms and lifted her face to mine, inviting a lingering kiss.

Then, she squirmed off of my lap and crawled seductively to the edge of the sprawling blanket to where a soft sided cooler sat. She poured a pair of what had become our new tradition and handed me a refreshing mimosa. We clinked flutes and sat next to each other, sipping them, gazing peacefully down the slope to the river below.

She fed me nibbles of cheese and fruit as I draped my arm around her and pulled her close. Her thighs felt hot against mine.

After finishing our drinks and snacks, I lifted her chin and lowered my mouth over hers. She tasted like aromatic cheese and sweet juice. She welcomed my lips and pulled me down as she laid back.

I lowered her to the blanket and rubbed her tummy and her fluffy mound while I kissed her lips, her face, her neck. She pulled me tightly to her, my growing hard on pressed between our legs. She squirmed against me and lowered a hand to help it along. She purred as she rubbed its length down my thigh.

“More, please,” she whispered.

I crawled over her and she parted her legs for me. My erection had fully returned at the feel of her expressive hands and her hot breath against my neck. I pressed my swollen head against her opening and felt the heat of her moist, inviting lips. My probing cock head caused her to start when it began to spread them apart. Her eyes flew open in surprise when my helmet slipped past her moist opening. She sighed in pleasure as I inched into her. While slowly entering her, I was once again amazed at her tightness, and grateful for the welcoming wetness that drew me all the way in.

“Mmm,” she cooed as I filled her up. “Feels so good.”

I glided in and out of her while she moaned her pleasure and writhed beneath me. The sun warmed my back as I loomed over her and plowed deeply into her. She raised her legs and locked her ankles behind my back, pulling me further into her with each thrust. She began grunting in exertion which made me even harder.

“Ooh yeah, Will, fuck me so good,” she encouraged.

Suddenly, sounds reached our ears from out on the river. We froze and listened intently. Motionless, we watched as a pair of kayaks drift into view in the distance. I lay down next to her, my cock slipping out of her.

“Oh God, do you think they heard me?” she asked softly.

“Probably not, we’re pretty far up the slope,” I whispered, hoping I was right.

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Dave was leading the way up a windy section of the track, to clear the way for Claire. This part of the walk wasn’t used very much, as not many people knew the location of the entrance and there were branches blocking the path.

It was a regular event for the couple to be out together now, amongst the fresh air and sounds of birds chirping. The couple had gotten to know each other quite well lately and enjoyed having sex outside as often as possible. They liked to be connected with nature. Claire pinched Dave on the arse.

“How much further it is?” Dave turned around, took her hand in his and gave it a quick kiss.

“The clearing’s just up ahead. It’s not far now.” He let her hand drop and she squeezed his arse between both her hands.

“Good. Watching your arse is making me all wet.” They rounded the next bend, parted some small trees, stepped through and stood side by side in front of the overhang. The clearing was quite small but allowed you to see all the way down the cliff and out to the houses below. “Wow. You can see all of Brisbane from up here.”

“I told you I’d take you somewhere nice.” She turned to look at him and smiled.

“You always do!” She dropped her backpack on the ground and unzipped it pulling out a picnic rug for them to sit on. She spread it out and took off her shoes and socks. “How long have you known about this place?” she asked sitting down. Dave was taking his boots and socks off too.

“A while. I found it a few months back when I was walking on the main track. I saw some people coming out from behind the bushes and head off in the direction of the car park. So, I decided to go and have a look where they came from. I saw the track and kept walking along it until I found this.”

“It’s so beautiful up here! I wonder how many people know about it?”

“Not many. It’s not sign posted, so I was pretty lucky to find it.” He laid on the rug next to Claire and reached out and started stroking her hip through her clothes. She looked down at him and noticed his beautiful eyes watching his finger trail along it’s path. He lifted up her shirt and started kissing her stomach, pulling her pants down gently to reach her soft spot between her hip and her belly button – a bit lower than her hip but higher than the crease of her lap. He knew if he touched her there he could get her to do anything. “I’ve been thinking about taking you here for a long time now.”

“Mmmmm.. that feels nice.” She laid down and closed her eyes as his lips trailed along her soft skin. She felt him undo her pants and slide them down her legs and over her feet, discarding them off to the side. She could feel the sunshine warming her bare legs and the cool breeze trail across her body, following the trail of saliva from Dave’s wet tongue. He licked up her thigh, along the side of her knickers and back up to the little dip in her pelvis where her hip bone stuck out. He kissed her and she squirmed, grabbing his hair in her hands. “That tickles!” she squealed.

Dave smiled up at her and slipped his shirt off. Claire looked at his torso. He had some grey hairs sprouting from his chest but she thought that was sexy. Who wanted some hairless, young, inexperienced guy anyway? It was much better to be with someone who knew what they were doing. He lifted her shirt, up and over her head and started kissing her neck. He trailed his lips down her chest and pulled the material of her bra down, exposing one of her nipples. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it gently.

“You’ve got such great tits.” Dave had seen Claire naked many times before and remembered how perky they were when she was standing up. They pointed upwards, in the shape of a ski jump and were nice and rounded at the bottom. Her nipple was hardening inside his mouth. He could tell when she started to get horny, as they became smaller and stuck out mile when she was aroused. He took off her bra to expose the flesh beneath. Both of her nipples were pointing up towards the sky now.

“Lay between my legs. I want to feel how hard your cock is.” Dave did as he was told and climbed on top of her, supporting his weight with his elbows. He repositioned his cock so it was sitting along the slit of her pussy and thrust his hips forward so he was pushed right up against her clit. He could feel his bare skin pressed up against hers. She was so soft.

She could feel the outline of his thick cock pushed up against her knickers, straining from beneath his pants. “That feels good.” She reached down and grabbed his arse, encouraging him to thrust against her again. It felt good for someone bakırköy escort else to be in control of the situation for a change. She was used to being on top. Calling all the shots. Now she could just lay still and be submissive. It was exciting for her and she was getting wet because of it.

Dave felt Claire tense up underneath him, as his cock pressed up against her clit through their clothes. He heard her take in a sharp breath and thought it was hot seeing how he could affect her in such a way, when she wasn’t even naked yet. He wanted to feel how wet she was and he wanted to taste her tight little pussy. Before he had the chance to though, he felt her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer towards her. He took this as a sign that she wanted more. He continued thrusting his hips so his cock rubbed against her and bent down to kiss her neck again.

“Mmmmm.” Claire moaned. She loved being teased like this. She was pretty sure that Dave could make her come if he continued to rub against her like he was. She was lucky enough to be able to have multiple orgasms, so having one straight away wouldn’t affect the rest of their love-making in the slightest. If anything, it would just make her wetter than she already was. She could feel the moisture building up on the inside of the knickers as the satin material rubbed up against her skin.

Dave trailed his lips along Claire’s neck and up towards her chin. She had the softest lips and wanted to feel them against his. He bent his head down towards them and could feel her warm breath against his lips. He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation. She leaned in to kiss him and he pulled back, teasing her. He kissed her cheekbone and moved back to her lips. She leaned in again and he pulled back again, feeling her breath merge with his.

“Ohhhhhh…” Claire moaned again. This was fucking hot! She could feel Dave’s breath on her lips, cheeks, chin and neck. She wanted him to kiss her but he wouldn’t. She felt his lips softly skim across hers and she wanted him so badly now.

Claire looked so beautiful with her eyes closed, mouth open, waiting for him to kiss her. He had kept her waiting long enough and brushed his lips against hers again, this time closing in on her mouth. He could feel her tongue softly brushing up against his and got so turned on that he started kissing her more passionately. She returned his need by grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer, to get a better taste of him. He wanted to see her come.

He sat up, pulling her with him. He crossed his legs and wrapped her around his body. With her still in his embrace and sitting on him, he started thrusting his hard cock against her pussy and continued kissing her passionately while doing so. He grabbed her arse with both hands as he thrusted and trailed one of his fingers down the seam of her knickers. He slid his finger underneath the material and found the opening of her pussy. He slid his finger inside and started moving it in and out while continuing to rub her clit against his cock.

Claire felt Dave’s finger slide into her pussy and she gasped, as it took her breath away. She could feel his finger getting wetter as he slid it further inside her. Her clit rubbed against the soft material of her knickers and the rough material of Dave’s pants. She moaned as his finger slid in and out of her pussy quite quickly now. She could feel the orgasm rising inside her, until it burst out of her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!!!” she gasped for air as she came all over Dave’s finger. “Mmmmm… That feels good.” She moaned as he continued to finger her while her orgasm subsided. She looked down at him and giggled nervously. “I want to make you come too.” She climbed off Dave’s lap, her legs weak and shaking slightly. “Lay down.” She instructed, finally taking charge. He did as he was told and she unzipped his pants and set his cock free. She pushed his pants down to his knees and circled his thick shaft in her small hand. She started stroking it up and down, slowing when she got to the head. She bent over and took the tip of him in her mouth. She continued stroking his shaft and on each downward stroke took him further down into her throat.

“I want you to sit on my face so I can taste you too.” He grabbed her, quickly taking off her knickers and positioned her so her legs were spread above his face and her pussy was on his mouth.

“Fuck!” Claire cried out with pleasure when he stuck his tongue inside her pussy. He wanted to taste her after her orgasm. He stuck his tongue deeper inside her beşiktaş escort and felt her tight arse pushed up against the tip of his nose. She tasted so good. He licked her all the way from the front of her clit to the back of her arse, pleased to see her clench even tighter when he ran his tongue over her little brown hole. He flicked his tongue backwards and forwards over her arse and she squealed with pleasure!

“Fuck me!” Claire had Dave’s cock deep inside her mouth when she felt the tingling sensation of his tongue on her arse and had to pull it out and sit upright. She felt her arse cheeks being spread wide as his tongue quickly flicked over her opening. “Ohhhh! That feels good!!!” she cried out. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside her slowly. “Fuuuuuuccckkkk!!!” Her first reaction was to clench her arse, but she relaxed and felt his tongue slide in a bit deeper. She had never felt anything like it before! She wanted to come again.

Dave held Claire’s arse cheeks wide as he slowly slid his tongue inside her arse. He felt her clench slightly as he continued to push his way inside her. She was so tight. He reached around and started flicking one of his fingers across her clit quickly to get her even more aroused. He was so hard right now. He wished he could see her face as she came again, so he could see how much she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Claire was so wet. He could feel her pussy juices covering his chin.

As Dave’s fingers flicked over the surface of her clit and his tongue pushed it’s way into her arse, Claire could feel her next orgasm sitting on the surface of her entire body. Every inch of her skin tingled. She felt the waves hit until she exploded again.

“Yes, yes, YES! OH GOD!!!” she screamed as she pushed back onto Dave’s face. After a few seconds of ecstasy, she clenched her arse and forced his tongue out of her. She couldn’t stop her legs from shaking as she climbed off his face. She sat down on the rug beside him, breathless. She looked down at him. “You really know what you’re doing don’t you?” she giggled.

“I just like making you come.” He pulled her down on the rug so they were laying side by side. He pushed his pants off the end of his legs and laid there naked, with her in his arms while she caught her breath. She ran her fingers through his chest hair as she regained control of her body. She reached down and grabbed his cock again. She thought it was even harder than the last time she held it in her mouth. She started stroking it again. She kissed his chest. She loved being this close to him. She liked the way he smelt.

Claire continued stroking Dave’s cock with her hand as she lay in his arms. She thought she heard something in the bushes behind them and turned around to see what it was. She could hear people talking.

“There’s someone coming!” she said, her eyes wide with alarm, as she grabbed the rug and tried to wrap it around them, desperate to cover their nakedness. Dave reached for his pants and placed them over his throbbing cock and turned around to see if he could see anyone heading in their direction. He noticed something red moving in the distance and pointed.

“There.” He whispered. Claire looked in the direction of his finger.

“I can see them.” She whispered back. They both waited to see if the people were coming closer.

“I think they’re on the main track, heading in the other direction.” He looked at Claire. She turned to him and giggled.

“Well in that case… give me those pants.” She grabbed his pants and flung them aside. His cock was still hard and she bent over and took it into her mouth.

“Ohhh…” Dave moaned as he felt Claire’s mouth close around him again. It felt so good to be inside her like this. He laid back down and felt the breeze caress his chest hair as his dick was being sucked by a beautiful woman. She was sliding her mouth over the tip of his cock while cupping his balls in her hands. Fuck this felt good. He edged up onto his elbows so he could watch her head slide up and down his shaft. She positioned herself between his open legs and took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it gently while stroking his cock.

She looked up at him as she was sucking and he stared into her eyes intensely. She released his scrotum and took his cock back into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down slowly pausing when she reached the tip. He tasted salty. She looked down and saw the pre-come that was pooling there. She touched her tongue to it and wiggled it back and forth. She pushed her tongue down into beylikdüzü escort the opening of his cock gently and licked up all the liquid, licking her lips as she did so. Then she licked the entire shaft from his balls all the way up to the tip, staring him in the eyes as she went. Dave was still watching, mesmerized, as she did this.

“I want you to sit on my cock. Now!” He ordered. Claire obeyed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs. She reached down and grabbed his cock, making it stand to attention. She positioned it at the opening of her pussy and just as she was going to insert it, he thrust his hips forward impatiently. She moved her body away from him as a warning. He teased her before, when she wanted him to kiss her. Now it was her turn to tease him.

“Ah-uh!” she looked down at him. She could see the irritation in his face.

“Claire, I want you.” Dave grabbed her hips and tried pulling her back down onto him.

“Not yet.” She moved his hands away and grabbed his cock again. She directed it towards her clit and moved it gently over the tip, trailing it backwards and forwards over her slit.

“Fuck!” He could feel the wetness on the tip of his cock and just wanted to be inside her. “Come on. Please?” he begged. He reached up for her and grabbed her by the back of the neck, bringing her head down towards his. He kissed her gently. “Please?” He looked her in the eyes. He knew he could get her to do anything that he wanted to, by doing this. She just couldn’t bring herself to say no to his eyes.

She looked down at him. His eyes pleaded with her. She gave in and inserted his cock into her pussy. Damn eyes. They got her every time.

He felt the wetness of her pussy engulf his cock as he slid inside her. She clenched her muscles and he felt the walls of her pussy wrap around him even tighter. He ran his hands over her tits, stomach and hips as she slid up and down the full length of his cock, slowing when she got to the tip and then speeding up as she slid down his shaft. She banged her clit into the base of his dick. Gasping for breath each time she did so. She started moving faster each time, still slowing at the tip so he could feel the most sensitive part of himself slide in and out of her opening without actually falling out.

Claire banged her clit on Dave hard as she came down and stopped to grind herself against him for a while. She could feel him deep inside her now. The tip of his cock circled her cervix as she rotated her hips in a wide circle. He was so deep. She felt him run his hands over her hips encouraging her to keep moving.

“Holy Fuck, that feels good. Whatever you’re doing – don’t stop!”

“Ohhh…” she moaned, feeling him nestled deep inside her. Her clit was pressed up against the base of his cock and becoming engorged with all the pressure.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” Dave grabbed Claire’s hips tighter and pulled her even closer to him. “Yeah. Keep going!” He helped her to circle her hips around as he felt himself grind against her. “Oh Fuck!” he groaned letting his load spurt inside her.

“Ahhhhhhh YES!!!!” Claire screamed out as she came at the same time. She felt her clit become very sensitive like it always did when she came hard. She stopped moving her hips and pulled away a touch, to give it some room to breathe. She looked down at Dave. He had a look of relief on his face and smiled up at her. “Feel better now?” she asked cheekily.

“Much.” He sat up and pulled her head down to his so he could kiss her again. “Fucking awesome!” he smiled looking out over the city below. Claire turned around to see what he was looking at. She saw that the sun had begun setting and the sky was filled with an amazing pink colour.

“Me or the sunset?” she teased. Dave looked back at her.

“Both.” He reached up and kissed her again. “But mainly you.” She smiled.

“Lets get out of here before it gets too dark to see.” Claire was worried that they wouldn’t be able to see the track on the way back out if the sun set too rapidly. They pulled away from each other and started getting dressed.

“Or… we could stay here for the night?” Claire turned to see Dave pulling out an extra blanket from his backpack as well as some candles and 2 prepacked dinners. “I brought supplies. I thought you might like to sleep out under the stars with me tonight?” Claire stopped putting her socks on and crawled back over to Dave.

“Sounds awesome.” She curled up to him, after he lit the candles and snuggled up to his side. He put his arm around her as the lights of Brisbane started coming on, one by one. They both stared up at the stars above them.

“Me or the supplies?” Dave joked.

“You, of course.” She turned and kissed him again and thought to herself how lucky she was to have a man like this, who wanted her as much as she wanted him.

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Standing so close but not touching. His breath on her neck. Her eyes on his. She moves and grazes his neck with her lips. Still not touching they stand and feel the arousal growing between them.

He runs his hand down her side, across her stomach and up across her left breast. Her breathing changes. She reacts to his touch with a small shudder. She runs her hand down his right arm, across his stomach, to his hip.

Still breathing on her neck, he undoes her jeans. She is naked underneath – she pulls her jeans down. He slides a finger inside – she is so damp already. He pulls his hand back and starts to rub her clit. She spreads her legs to help. She undoes his belt and trousers and pulls his trousers and pants down. She holds his cock and begins to move her hand back and forth. She tries to keep her movements steady but is often overcome by the stimulation of her clit.

He keeps rubbing and sliding his finger in, her clit growing under his touch. Her vagina tightening around his finger. He’s so aroused – she wants to taste him. She bends anadolu yakası escort down and takes his cock in her mouth. Tightening her lips around the head, she moves her mouth back and forward, swirling her tongue over the tip and around the head. He tastes so good.

She slides her hands over his tense buttocks, up his tight stomach. She enjoys his reaction. His body feels so tightly wound up. She can feel how much pleasure she is giving him. She swirls her tongue around and holds his cock down slightly so that she can concentrate on his tip. She runs her hands over his bum, down his thighs, up over his stomach, exploring as much as she can. She wants to remember as much as possible – this moment won’t last forever.

He is twitching and she can feel how aroused he is. His cock is beginning to pulse now – it feels as though he wants to cum. His body is beginning to jerk. She hopes he will be able to let go. She can feel it building. Her hands run up his stomach, she is keeping him in ataşehir escort her mouth. She increases her pace, she wants to draw the tension from his body. Her lips remain tight around his cock. Her tongue still swirling over the tip. His cock is twitching and pulsing, she moves with the pulses.

Finally he cums, filling her mouth with a warm familiar taste. She swallows and continues to take more. His body begins to unwind. She runs her hands down his thighs, back around over his bum. She stands up and they kiss. He can taste himself in her mouth. He pulls up his trousers, and turns his attention to her.

She steps out of her jeans, lifts herself onto a table and opens her thighs. He kneels, spreads her lips and begins to lick her clit. He lets his tongue run down between her lips, and tastes her damp pussy. His tongue comes back up to her clit. She holds her lips open for him. He runs his tongue around the outside of her clit. She leans back, he slides a finger into the top of her entrance and moves it ümraniye escort back and forth slightly, still licking her clit.

He stops moving his finger and uses his tongue instead, tasting her. Moving back to her clit he gently sucks and nibbles. One hand slides up, under her bra and plays with a nipple. Now she is getting very aroused. He runs a hand across her stomach. She jerks, she is so aroused.

He slides a finger inside – she tightens her vagina so that she can really feel his finger. He moves his finger ever so slightly. She gasps. He continues to lick and suck at her clit. She begins to let go. She wants to cum. She can feel it building. He slides his finger back and forth. Speeding up the motion of his tongue. and pressing firmly her body begins to twitch.

Sliding his finger in and leaving it there she can tense her muscles around his finger, her vagina pulling his finger in as she begins to cum. Waves of pleasure ripple across her body. Her vagina is pulsing. He maintains her orgasm – licking her clit and moving his finger ever so slightly, creating new waves of excitement .

Once it’s over, he licks from her entrance to her clit, tasting her orgasm. He stands up, she pulls up her jeans. They kiss, they smile and make a joke, and then leave the room separately, wondering when they will get an opportunity to pleasure each other again.

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As the dinner wound down, the dishes were cleared from the table and the wine glasses refilled; the mood seemed to shift. Whereas before the conversation was light and merry, boisterous at times, they began to whisper to each other, leaning closer and becoming more intimate. The man wore a sharp tuxedo, a black Armani with a matching silk black shirt underneath that made the room’s shadows appear lighter than they really were. His dark brown hair was cropped short, spiked in the popular fashion and his spectacles glinted in the candlelight. His hand traced the rim of the wine glass before taking another draught, a sly grin on his face.

The woman was dressed elegantly in a similarly black dress, with a long slit down the side that came almost to the bottom of her perfectly shaped ass and clung tightly to her bosom, an average 32C. Her dark auburn hair came down nearly to her shoulder blades, but was curled and looked much shorter at that moment. Her white gold and diamond earrings caught the candlelight in just a way to accent their beauty.

Hazel eyes flecked with gold were entrapped by the man across from her as they came together for a brief kiss, lips meeting and sending warmth through their bodies, their tongues met in a temporary embrace, tasting of rich food and wine. He traced his hand down the small of her back, where her dress exposed her delicious flesh and she sighed softly in his mouth, eyes fluttering. His other hand brushed her cheek softly as he gently set his napkin down on the table and took her hand in his to leave.

As he placed the key in the tumbler to unlock the deadbolt to his penthouse apartment, she turned him around and roughly pressed him against the door. She gently ran her hands down his sides as her lips found his, starting gently and slowly becoming rougher and rougher. She sucked on his lip hard and gently scraped his lower lip with her teeth, a taste of things to come. She stepped away, wiping her lips and giving him a look to let him know she was not ready to wait any longer.

He quickly opened the door, not bothering with the light as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along behind him. He locked the deadbolt and fastened the chain behind them. He pressed her hard against the wall, rubbing himself along her, rough palms gently massaging her lower back despite the ferocity of his kisses. As she moaned long and deep, he pressed his lips even harder against hers, consuming her desire.

Despite being an inch shorter than him, she showed amazing strength and agility. She deftly maneuvered herself to pull his jacket around his waist, with his arms still entangled in the sleeves, and pressing him against the opposite wall, cracking the mirror hanging on the wall behind him. He stood there helplessly looking down into her goddess-like eyes that were lit with a fire he had not seen before this night. She teased him with a playfully gentle kiss, and then hovered with only her breath to tease his lips. As he anticipated her actions and moved forward to kiss her, she moved away abruptly; teasing him with her control. As his lips fervently sought hers, she finally gave in, kissing him so hard he pulled back at her intensity. Her lips quickly found his neck, sucking gently and then nibbling with her teeth. Her tongue tracing trails that sent shivers down his spine.

She finally released him by tugging his jacket the rest of the way off, tossing anadolu yakası escort it carelessly to one side of the dark entryway. She rested her head against his chest as they both caught their breath for a moment. Her hands roamed across his ass and his across her back. After a few moments, which seemed like delicious hours, she traced a gentle trail down the front of his silk shirt towards his crotch, grabbing his cock roughly with her hands. He inhaled sharply and she kissed him passionately again, sucking the air out of his lungs. He couldn’t help but moan. As she rubbed him like a madwoman for a few moments, his shirt found its way to the floor before she abruptly took her hand away and walked toward the bar in the main foyer.

The moonlight accented her slightly pale skin, making her glow against the background of the windows that looked out on Manhattan. She poured herself a shot of tequila, drinking it quickly before taking an ice cube sexily from the bucket next to the glasses. She ran it over her lips and then walked over to him, pressing him against the wall once more, with shattered glass lying at their feet. She ran the ice cube down his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples, making them stand slightly erect before popping the frozen water into her mouth.

The first kiss on his shoulder was tender. The slightly cool sensation from her lips enhancing the feeling of their touch. The next, near his heart, was rough and he winced slightly from the blood drawn from her bite. This time the sensation of the ice pressed directly on his fresh wound enticed a moan. As she slowly made her way down to his navel, leaving a trail of bite marks and blood welling up, he ran his fingers through her hair before pulling her tightly against his belly button, rubbing his clothed member in her face for a moment. He was done being toyed with.

He placed his hand gently under her chin, pulling her face up toward his, planting kisses on her eyelids and cheeks. He pointedly avoided her lips, seeking her ear lobes instead. As he gently sucked and nibbling them, putting them between his teeth and slowly moving his jaw back and forth, he slowly moved to her neck, biting her and sucking hard on her jugular vein. The ensuing moan sounded like heaven to his ears. In a sudden act of compassion, he kissed her ear gently, sucking the air out of it before moaning gently into her ear as he massaged her breasts roughly.

He bit her shoulder, enticing another moan. Her hands pressed his head harder into her. He bit her again, licking his way down to the strap holding her dress up. He grasped the strap with his teeth and pulled it off of her shoulder, then proceeded to the other side where a similar act followed. He tugged lightly at her dress, exposing her breasts. The combination of her dress and his hands on her upper arms kept her hands tight at her sides. She arched her back lightly, pressing her hardened nipples against him.

He kissed his way down to her collar bone, biting her and teasing with soft kisses, making his way to her breasts. He circled one lightly, avoiding the nipples crying out to be sucked, bit, and rolled, until she couldn’t stand it any longer; writhing in his grasp to try and force his mouth on her puffy areola. He pressed her hard against the wall, reminding her that he was in control now. She relaxed ataşehir escort slightly, submitting to his will.

He rewarded her compliance by flicking first one, then the other, nipple gently with his tongue before sucking hard and teasing her with a grazing of his teeth. She moaned loudly, her knees nearly buckling at finally receiving the pleasure she so desperately needed. He released his grip on her arms and turned her around, pressing her breasts hard against the cold wall and ground himself against her ass before pulling both arms behind her back. He tweaked them just enough to keep a constant pressure that would allow him to lead her anywhere.

He directed her toward the bedroom, where he roughly tossed her on the bed; they had played this game many times. She remained where she landed, not moving except to breathe. He took a cuff from one of the bed posts and fastened her right wrist, then moved to the other side where he restrained the right one, pulling the buckles tight. He left her legs free for now; he wouldn’t restrain them unless she refused to cooperate. He slowly pulled her tight dress the rest of the way down from her body, kissing where the material left her skin and nibbling lightly whenever he saw a piece of flesh he particularly enjoyed.. She hadn’t worn any undergarments that evening, as was his wont.

He tossed the dress casually to one side, and then discarded his pants and boxers next to them. As he climbed back on the bed, he straddled her chest, rubbing his hard prick on either side of her face before pressing it against her lips. She resisted at first. She knew of his guilty pleasures, and feigning resistance always turned him on. He pressed harder against her lips and she complied, letting him enter her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head, sucking lightly and feeling his head press against the back of her throat. She couldn’t help but moan. He pulled back slightly before pressing forward again, slowly fucking her face at whatever pace he desired. She looked up at him with desire, letting him know that she would do whatever it took to please him.

He pulled free from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his penis on her lower lip. She looked up at him again, missing the taste of his prick on her tongue. He moved down her chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum and saliva over her breasts and stomach. He kept moving down until he reached her navel, licking it softly, kissing his way toward her warm cunt. He kissed either side of her inner thigh, biting small pieces of skin to make her twitch. Her thighs closed in around his head, urging him forward into her warmth.

He sat up abruptly and slapped her inner thighs roughly, making her try and cross her legs and her face flush. He shook his head before restraining her legs, pulling the ropes taut until her legs were spread before him, leaving her totally exposed. He then moved back to her pussy, breathing heavily upon it. His fingers ran up and down her thighs, coming right to the edge of her clit and lips, but never touching them. Abruptly he sucked on her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue and causing her to arch her back and pull on her restraints.

As her moan broke the silence of the bedroom, he took two fingers and pushed roughly inside of her, making a ‘come here’ motion to rub against her g-spot, while continuing his merciless ümraniye escort attack on her clitoris. She fought desperately against her restraints to press her mound harder against his face; to feel even more pressure and have him deeper inside of him. Her body could only react to the pleasure as she felt her orgasm rising in her body. He sensed that she was close and abruptly broke off his assault, only massaging the insides of her vagina with a slow back and forth motion. She whimpered and begged him desperately to let her cum.

He moved forward on the bed, taking his penis and pressing it against her entrance, sliding it up and down her entire slit, taking the head and slapping it against her clit. She moaned again, twitching at every flick of his head until she thought she would burst. He pressed hard at her entrance and she felt him slide home as she bucked wildly with her orgasm, rubbing her clit as hard as she could against his pelvic bone, trying to take even more his seven and a half inches inside of her. She cried out into the night, and he leaned forward to draw her moans and whimpers with kisses, his tongue swirling inside of her mouth, wrestling her tongue down; he could taste his sweet tang from his earlier face fucking.

He began a slow pace of fucking her and she could only look at him through misty eyes and flushed cheeks as she didn’t think the pleasure could get any more intense. His hands roamed over her body at will, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her stomach; eventually they found themselves wrapped around her chest as he increased his pace and the force of his thrusts. This beautiful nymph below him was committed to him and he wanted to have every ragged breath from her; to consume her entire body and soul. She began squeezing her cunt around him, trying to force every millimeter of him inside of her, milking his cock and trying to please him. His thrusts became more frenzied as he fucked her harder and harder, his gentle kisses on her neck becoming bites of lust, drawing blood and moans from his partner.

He reached up and released her hands, which instantly wrapped around his back, her nails drawing fresh wounds from his back, her eyes locked on his as they gave in to their passions. She pressed him close to her bosom and he bit her breasts hard, sucking on the wound after and tasting blood. She only moaned louder, begging him to fuck her harder, to have more of him, to be his slave for ever. He reached down and squeezed her ass hard, pulling it against him as he thrust forward, giving him even more force every time he pressed into her.

Their breath became ragged gasps as the relentless fucking continued, she cried out again as another orgasm tore through her body, nails digging hard into his back and blood running down his spine; sweat covered their bodies and he thrust home once more, erupting into an orgasm of his own. His cum sprayed deep into her love canal and he pulled her tight against him as many spurts filled her up, she continued to buck against him, rubbing her clit hard against him and sucking every last drop she could out of him. They collapsed on the bed, labored breath the only sounds filling the room. His cock twitched inside of her randomly and she continued to squeeze it with her cunt.

He sat up slowly, as if in a daze, and released her legs, which she promptly wrapped around him. They rolled over on their side and she kissed his lips tenderly, lovingly. She pulled away from his embrace and released her grip from around him, pulling his penis from her, cum dripping slowly down her leg; she moved down to suck on his cock, cleaning him. They then climbed underneath the silk sheets, wrapped themselves in a loving embrace and drifted into sleep.

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Mary Devon looked up from where she was dutifully scrubbing the deck alongside the rest of the Scallywag’s crew. Up on the poop deck, legs apart to keep him steady was Captain Sebastian Brigham.

Mary couldn’t help looking when he stood there, overseeing his vessel. He was dark; dark hair, dark eyes, dark moods. He had a violent intensity when the crow’s nest had pointed out a sail on the horizon that made Mary’s insides quiver. He was vicious to the merchants they caught, honorable to the prisoners they occasionally took onboard, and very fair to the crew.

Of course his well muscled body, toned from climbing the rigging and fighting at the head of his boarding party, didn’t hurt her obsession.

He was even quite nice to her, complimenting her work and commending her bravery in battle. The only problem was, he didn’t know she was… well… a she.

Mary had gone to sea at a young age when she still looked like any other cabin boy. As she had grown, she kept her blonde hair cut short and enough dirt on her face to mask her softer features. But these days, her curves were hard to hide. She had to bind her not-insignificant breasts with strips of cloth; she’d already killed a man in port for prying too deeply.

That night she resolved to be done with secrecy. She swung out of her hammock and to the deck silently. She padded on bare feet between the hammocks of the snoring, swaying crew towards the captain’s cabin at the back of the Scallywag. The door was unlocked so she slipped inside looking around.

She’d never been inside this room. It was roomy for the inside of a ship; large windows across the stern gave it an open feeling, despite the low ceiling. A table was balanced on the backs of two cannons strapped to the back wall and charts were laid all over it. To one side was a cot and a closet and the other had a small door for the captain’s head.

There was no one in the cabin other than her. The Captain must be on deck. Mary tip-toed over to the cot and gingerly climbed in it. Unlike her own sleeping area it wasn’t a hammock, it swayed with the ship. To her halkalı escort surprise it was still warm, the Captain must have just left.

Pulling the blankets around her, breathing in his musk she could imagine Sebastian there, his tanned skin warm to the touch. She felt impossibly warm and her hand snuck down into her breeches and Mary began to stroke herself. She could imagine him holding her down, his hard and very male body above her. She mewled in pleasure as she rubbed her palm into her clit, fingers teasing her slit.

“Oh, Captain” Mary moaned, putting fist to her mouth, legs pressing closed around her hand. “I wish you knew I was a woman.”

“I do” he replied.

“Oh, Captain” Mary moaned, “I knew you…” Her eyes flew open. Above her stood the captain, he was only wearing his pants, tied loosely around his waist. Even in the dark she could see the pale scar of an old cutlass wound across his right shoulder against his tan skin. She stared at him. He seemed to loom over her, all too real. His brown eyes seemed black and they burned into her.

Mary became very aware of herself, the heat still burning between her legs, the wrap around her breasts unwound partially, releasing her soft round breasts, and her need for the captain.

“I saw you kill that man” he spoke calmly, as if he hadn’t caught her in his bed. “I heard him accuse you of being a woman, just before you skewered him.”

He reached down, slowly and calmly to the tie of his pants and tugged it apart, letting them fall to the floor. Mary was given a generous view of his semi erect cock. Sebastian cupped it in one hand and began stroking it slowly as he advanced.

Mary let out a sound, half gasp, half moan. She stared, mouth partially open as he leaned over her. His free hand slipped behind her head and pulled her upwards. He pressed his lips against hers. His lips were hot and his tongue lashed out like a licking flame. Mary shuddered, she couldn’t concentrate enough to still touch herself.

The Captain broke away taksim escort and pulled her head further, down towards his now fully erect member. Mary gladly opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around his head. She licked and stroked it and his moan of pleasure turned her on, stronger than before. She felt her slit flood with juices and she ground her legs together, kicking the blankets aside as she did.

He continued to pull her head towards him and she took more and more of his cock into her mouth, she felt it push into the back of her throat and she began to gag. Tears stung her eyes a little even while sucking as hard as she could. She could almost take it no longer when he released her and she fell back on the bed gasping.

By now her chest wrap had fallen completely away and her breasts were out in the open, the swollen nipples hard and perky. The Captain climbed into the tiny cot on top of her and yanked at her breeches. Already loose they came away quickly. He murmured in appreciation as he used his hand to rub his massive dick against her. As it touched her clit Mary squirmed in pleasure. She could barely speak she was so turned on, wordlessly cooing for more.

Mary bucked her hips against his, hoping to get what she wanted but Sebastian made her wait. It seemed an age before she felt the broad head of his penis begin to push against her lips. She was so wet it slipped inside easily, but to Mary it seemed impossibly big.

“Oh! It won’t fit!” she gasped.

“It will.” The Captain said matter-of-factly.

Mary wrapped her legs around his in panic as he continued to slide into her. Finally he stopped and Mary felt more full than she ever had before. She grabbed his shoulders and stared up at him with wide eyes. He was holding himself up on his hands. He looked down at her and smiled. He carefully slipped his hand under her neck and around her shoulder, lifting her up slightly as he began to pull out again. Then without warning he began fucking her.

He was merciless, pumping away. It was hard and fast and he held her close so şişli escort she soon was impossibly warm. He ground against her and filled her up over and over again. She couldn’t tell if she screamed, losing herself in the sensation. She thought she might have sunk her nails into his back as she rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

Just as she felt the pressure mounting in her loins he stopped. The captain pulled out and sat up. Mary mewled questioningly, her brain still too befuddled to form words.

“Get up” the Captain commanded.

Already very used to following his orders Mary shakily climbed out of the cot. Her legs were weak and she wobbled as she stood. Sebastian sprawled in the bed, his erect cock pointing at the ceiling. He arranged himself and then beckoned her over. Mary was confused for a moment before she realized he wanted her to ride him.

She straddled him, wondering if she still had the strength to mount him. She reached underneath her and moved his dick into position, it still felt huge against her. Letting out a long low moan she let her weight push her pussy down his shaft. She had nearly filled her self when the Captain bucked beneath her impatiently thrusting all the way. The sudden mix of pain and pleasure took Mary by surprise and she fell forwards clutch at Sebastian’s chest.

Without waiting for her to recover Sebastian began to pump his hips up and down. He grabbed the back of her neck and cupped her face in the crook of his neck. All she could do was gasp and keep herself on her knees as he pumped in and out of her. She tried desperately to match his pace and soon she was glistening with sweat and panting into his warm shoulder.

She could hold it no longer. As he thrust into her again and again she spasmed, the muscles in her groin clenching and unclenching, her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening in a hot breathed scream. The pressure must have pushed the captain over the edge as well, he grabbed her buttocks hard and thrust into her with one last movement, his dick twitching inside her as a hot stream of cum filled her insides.

Mary fell sideways, weak and numb still twitching with pleasure, scared to move her legs in case it stimulated her sensitive clit. The Captain propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her.

“What is your real name?” he asked quietly.

Mary gasped for breath. She needed to reply to him. “Mary” she finally managed.

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In this story a married woman has sex with a man who’s not her husband. If that’s not your thing, don’t read.

***

My wife and I were on a walking holiday, a long weekend snatched from a busy life. We’d eaten breakfast early intending to make a good distance before lunch. It had been a dreary winter and the warm sunshine put us in high spirits. Around us the countryside was at its best, heavy with spring growth and the promise of summer. We were walking a line of rolling hills which led to a memorial to some forgotten worthy, a tall obelisk at the highest point. In the early morning we had crossed pastures and woods and had come to open land with gorse and scrubby grass with no shelter from the sun. A stony path lay ahead of us to the monument.

“You could imagine trolls and fairies living in these hills,” said Cynthia admiringly. “I like this place.”

“Plenty of wildlife. I’ve seen a hare and foxes, buzzards and lapwing. Keep your eyes open and we may see an adder on this heathland.”

“A place where anything could happen.”

Cynthia loves the sun and looked especially voluptuous in a tight singlet and shorts. She’s medium height with a fresh, round face, her dark hair tied back severely in a ponytail. I’d not bothered to shave and had covered myself with a wide bush hat to protect my skin.

We both keep fit but were carrying overnight packs and it was a steep climb. Our plan was to take a breather when we got to the monument and decide where to have lunch. As we approached the high point, Cynthia suddenly announced that she wanted to pee. If she’d bothered to think ahead, she could have managed comfortably in the woods behind us. There were few people about but now there was no obvious cover. I told her to wait for me at the monument while I scouted about for a suitable place, maybe among the gorse.

I was delayed because I spotted a distant view of the sea and spent a while working out what part of the coast I was looking at. I unfolded my map and took a few bearings with my compass. Then I caught sight of a roe deer and stood still to watch until it took fright and raced off. Remembering that Cynthia was in a hurry, I was ready to apologise for being so long when I reached the monument. Instead I found her seated on the stone plinth beside a stranger, a tall elderly man with a floppy hat and a crooked blackthorn walking stick. He grinned at me in a friendly way and glanced at Cynthia before speaking.

“Isn’t it a lovely day? I’m Stan. Cynthia and I have been getting to know one another.”

“I’m sorry I got delayed,” I said a little bewildered. Cynthia wasn’t the most sociable of people but it seemed that in the short time I’d taken to get there she and this stranger had made friends. To Cynthia I said, “If you’re still in a hurry, I’ve found a spot.” I pointed.

“That’s okay.” Cynthia was laughing at me. “I’ve done it. I found somewhere close and Stan kept a look out for me to be sure nobody came by.”

I was shocked. She’s coy about things like having a pee in the open. And she’d taken this man into her confidence.

“Why don’t you sit down and enjoy the view,” said Stan. “This is the highest point for forty miles and deserves to be appreciated. Let me offer you something to eat.” From his bag he produced a box with home-made pizza cut into segments.

“No thanks.”

“I will.” Cynthia took a piece and ate with relish. She and Stan were sitting side by side and she was almost learning against him.

“I have some wine too.”

“No thanks.”

The man shrugged and poured some into a tin mug. “Cynthia knows how to enjoy herself. I could show her a few things and she’s keen that I do.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Stan looked at Cynthia and they smiled. Cynthia took a sip of wine from his mug and turned back to me. “Aren’t you curious? Don’t you agree that this place is full of surprises?”

I still didn’t get what they were talking about. I looked hard at Cynthia. She seemed amused by something but gave me no help.

“Sit down and take it easy. We can agree Cynthia’s a delight. A beauty. And, you know, we won’t be very long. Do help yourself to wine.”

“Stan and I hit it off from the first,” explained Cynthia.

“So halkalı escort I gather.”

“And we shouldn’t spoil this opportunity.” Stan drank his wine. “We need a few moments together. Private moments if you see what I’m getting at. We have to make the most of this chance.”

“Bernard won’t mind.”

What were they trying to tell me? Helpless, I turned to Cynthia but she looked at me with pleading eyes. I didn’t know whether she wanted me to save her from a farcical situation or agree to what the man wanted.

“You do know that Cynthia’s my wife?”

“I know.” He shrugged and turned to Cynthia. “Your husband is a good man.”

“He’s bewitched by the wood sprites. Look Bernard, you’ll have to put up with me. Go and watch birds. Or sit down and have a rest. Go to sleep. You must excuse me a moment.”

Turning her back, she stood up, grabbed the waist of her shirt and pulled it over her head in a single movement. Unclasping her bra, she let it drop to the ground. Now she was facing Stan, naked to the waist.

Words don’t capture my astonishment. I’d have been certain that Cynthia was incapable of such a provocative act. Had something happened to unsettle her? Or had she managed to hide an exhibitionist tendency for the whole of our time together?

The stranger and I stared at her breasts. Her dark nipples stood proud and her smooth flesh was marked with the seams of her bra. Confused, I did my best to make it a joke.

“Are you a wood nymph?”

She laughed. “What do you think Stan?”

“Your breasts are bewitching. More than a man could hope for.”

Turning back to me, she said “That’s better. My bra was itching.”

“You’re making a shameless exhibition.”

“Stan likes my breasts and up here it’s perfectly natural.”

Stan grabbed her arm and pulled her to him so that she was resting on his knee.

“Your husband’s confused. We’d better show him what we mean.”

His hand touched her breast and she didn’t stop him. It was as if I wasn’t there. He bent his head and kissed her nipple. Then he kissed her mouth before returning to her breast, a nipple between his lips. She was smiling dreamily, glancing at me and stroking Stan’s face and hair and bending to kiss him.

After a bit, his hand was on her thigh. Then his fingers were pulling at her belt clasp. Instead of pushing his hand away, she laughed.

“You want me to take off my shorts?” She didn’t look at me and both their hands worked at the buckle. Then she stood up and slipped down her shorts exposing white panties. “What do think?” She paraded about in front of Stan. Then in front of me she hooked them down and kicked them away.

“I hope you approve. That’s more like a wood nymph.”

She returned to Stan and he stroked her thigh and ran his fingers up her leg to her belly. My mind froze. Cynthia was absorbed in what she was doing and showed no shyness or modesty. Now she sat on his knee, their hands pulling at clothes and caressing one another. There was no conceivable explanation for Cynthia suddenly wanting this. And there was no question that she wanted it.

“I’m a bit sweaty from walking all morning.” That was for Stan.

“Don’t mind that. You smell like a field of hay.” He was nuzzling her cheek and kissing her lips.

“You’re so strong.”

Her hand caressed Stan’s shoulder. Far more shocking was to see it slide down his chest to rest on the bulge at his groin. She rubbed him and stared into his eyes. His fingers slid between her thighs.

“I see what you mean by needing a few private moments,” I said but neither of them took any notice.

Cynthia jerked and flushed before she relaxed again. He’d eased a finger into her sex. She closed her eyes and squirmed on him, spreading her legs to show that two of his fingers were knuckle deep. Eyes open, she saw me watching.

“My voyeur husband thinks I’m a whore. He can’t take his eyes off me.” She thrust her hips against his hand and spread her legs wider, smiling at me and taunting me with her debauchery. Reaching down, she unzipped Stan’s fly.

Stan looked up too. “Excuse me friend but you can see how it is. She’s taksim escort loving it.”

I was embarrassed. “I’d better keep an eye out or you’ll be arrested.”

I wandered a few yards but halted and couldn’t stop myself looking back. Cynthia stood up, her back to me. She was naked apart from her walking shoes – a body so familiar yet I saw it for the first time. Against Stan she looked small and fragile. His hands were on her buttocks and he pulled her against him, his face between her breasts. He kissed and fondled her breasts and belly, legs and sex.

I guessed her hand must be on his cock. He stood up and kicked off his trousers. His cock was sticking out from under his shirt. She’d unfastened the buttons of the shirt so that she could kiss his chest. Her lips ran down his chest and belly until she was crouched at his feet, carelessly exposing her sex to me. A hand went round his cock then she reached forward and put her mouth over the tip. Slowly she pressed against him and took it all in her mouth. I thought her unenthusiastic about oral sex but she slid her lips up and down his cock. Lifting her head, she smiled at me. Stan put his hand was in her hair, putting her back to work, and now he thrust firmly against her, pushing her back on her heels. I watched his cock pumping between her lips.

I knew she was having a good time. When she was ready, she stepped back and sat on the grass, leaning back on her hands, legs spread in front of her. Stan followed, his cock now at a jaunty angle. First, he knelt beside her and she took his cock in her mouth once more. His hand was on her thigh, then on her sex. She spread her legs. Both looked in my direction as he crouched beside her and pushed her so that she rolled onto her back on the grass.

There was a pause as they kissed, her hand round his cock. He caressed her sex before climbing on top of her. Her knees fell apart and there was some fumbling adjustment as they found a comfortable position. Then he angled his cock with his hand and sank onto her.

I ached to see her slight frame take on so much. She was hidden almost completely by his body, her face beneath his shoulder turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open. I watched his hips rise and fall, her knees jerking, feet kicking in the air. This went on and on. Now she was smiling at me. Then she began to grunt and moan. Once or twice she cried out. His arms held her tight and he was moving faster. She began to wail as if in pain. Abruptly he froze and she cried aloud. Then he moved more slowly, easing them down until finally they lay still, kissing one another.

He rolled away and sat watching as she picked herself up. Grass, grit and dust were stuck to her arms and back. The imprint of the ground was across her buttocks. Her breasts and belly were red from the friction caused by his clothing. I waited for him to straighten his clothes before I came back. Cynthia remained proudly naked.

“Are you done?” I asked briskly.

Stan shook my hand. “You have a wonderful wife. I wish I could do that every day of the week.” I could think of nothing to say and he added, “Don’t be hard on us. She wanted some fun and I’m a widower. I don’t get much chance of pussy and that did us both good.”

“But she’s my wife.”

“She’s still your wife. Be nice to her.”

He walked away to the monument to pick up his pack. Cynthia got to her feet.

“That was good. Stan’s a great lover and it’s fun to fuck outside in the sun. He made me come so many times.”

“Better get dressed before you attract more hopefuls.”

She laughed. “You hope? I suppose you think I’m a slut. It was just mindless sex. Great sex.”

I collected her scattered clothes. “Will you get dressed?”

“In a while. This is a special place and it feels good. Nudity is fine. Tell me what you think. Was I really bad?”

“Worse than bad. What were you thinking?”

She laughed. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think at all. It seemed the right thing to do and I wasn’t wrong. I’ve spent my whole life trying to do the right thing. This time I decided, why not do what you feel like doing? And I wanted to fuck Stan. He’s a nice guy and I enjoyed it. I’d be a hypocrite şişli escort to pretend I wished it hadn’t happened. I’m not repentant at all. Half an hour on a hilltop can’t change the world.”

“Okay, so you enjoyed it. But right there in front of me? It’s not easy watching your wife fuck a stranger. You’d forgotten about me entirely.”

“I knew you were there. I’d not do anything behind your back. In any case, you could have waited somewhere else. When you didn’t go away, I thought maybe you enjoyed watching.”

“It was shock. I never thought you’d behave like that.”

“Neither did I. Okay, I admit I was hard on you but I thought you’d understand. Maybe we’ve learned something. It only happened with Stan because there was no planning. It’s a spontaneous thing – the right person, the hilltop, the right moment. Fate. How could I resist?”

“I wish you’d put on some clothes.”

She gave me a curious look. “Are you embarrassed or does my nudity excite you?”

I wasn’t embarrassed, just anxious. I glanced round wildly and Stan had gone. Cynthia naked and fucked was too much for me. Moments later, she was on her back again and I was on top of her, balls deep and pounding away in fear that someone would disturb us. She was hot and sweaty and she was so wet and stretched I could barely feel her sex. All the same, I took only minutes to come.

We lay in the grass looking up at the sky. By making love to her I’d as good as told her that all was forgiven. It was okay to fuck around.

“Well it’s over. Let’s forget it ever happened. What about getting some lunch?”

Her body was filthy from lying in the dust. There was my fresh deposit on her leg as well as dried semen. When she caught me looking, she laughed.

“We can’t sit in a pub and have lunch with me looking like a slut. I don’t want to embarrass you.”

She’d had wine and pizza and probably wasn’t hungry but I’d had nothing. She pulled on her top but no bra. When her shorts were on, there was still a shiny mark visible down her thigh. She examined it but made no attempt to rub it off.

We continued our walk without lunch, lost in our own thoughts. Mine never progressed much beyond the incredulous: “Did my wife really just fuck a stranger in front of me?”

I’ve no idea what she was thinking but there was no evidence of regret or shame. That evening when we’d reached our hotel and she’d bathed, we sat in the bar with a drink.

“Stan gave me his phone number. But he’s not local you’ll be pleased to hear.”

“You’ll go and find him?”

She shrugged. “I don’t think so but who knows? You’re a worrier. I just do.”

“I thought you said what you did was fun because it was spontaneous.”

“You’re right. Stan’s a nice man and I’d like to see him again but it wouldn’t be the same. I’ll keep him for the hilltops.”

“You think it’s okay if it’s spontaneous. Even though you’re married to me.”

“I was in the mood and it happened.”

I pointed along the bar to a man seated at the window. “So what about that guy? Are you going over to introduce yourself?”

She laughed and choked on her drink.

“Get real. That guy’s a creep. Don’t imagine I go round trying to get laid. In any case, two cocks in one day is a lot for me and I’m sore. So sorry lover boy, no sex tonight. Let’s face it, there aren’t that many men I fancy and you’re one of them. We’ve had a good day. Beautiful views and good exercise. Let’s remember that.”

“And strange cock. We can’t pretend it never happened.”

Was it a one-off or would she repeat what happened? I realised I had no way of knowing.

“What shall we do tomorrow? If the weather holds, we could make for the coast and sunbathe on the beach.”

“We didn’t bring swimming costumes.”

“I’m sure we’ll get by. We’ll have a lazy day and I’ll buy you an ice cream.”

“You’ll not be sore tomorrow.”

She laughed. “I see how you’re thinking. You hope there might be some dumb hunk in speedos with a jet ski he can impress me with and a beach hut he can lure me into. In your dreams. I don’t need much of what happened today. So relax, I’ll keep my knickers on. Sun and sand and a good lunch to make up for all this walking.”

“I wasn’t thinking that. And don’t pin the happy voyeur label on me. That kind of life is far too dramatic. All I mean was that if we have a nice hotel, we could spend some lazy time in bed.”

“Smart move. You plan to keep me well fucked. Well, it could be I’ve picked up some new ideas to try out. Let’s do it.”

“It’s a date.”

THE END

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Most assume that if you have muscles, you get laid. Let me tell you something: if you have defined muscles and washboard abs, this is what you have: a strict workout schedule, an unbending diet and defined rest hours. Nowhere on that list can you see charisma. And I lack that. In cosmic proportions.

I flex my chest and girls go sparkly-eyed. I open my mouth and they turn around. I have a dark sense of humor, I’m as subtle as an anvil dropped on your crotch and I will tell you to fuck off in no uncertain terms if you say something I find offending. By the time a girl gets along with me, I’m well in the middle of the friendzone.

My answer? Hookers. I’ve got no stigma against that. You’re horny, they charge to fuck. I’m in no relationship, nobody gets hurt.

I’ve been fucking Sapphire so long, I’m this close to making her my bank account’s co-owner or something like that (she’s not cheap, but she’s worth it!)

Just a few nights prior I had given it to her so hard, she found a replacement for the next days. And she knew the day was coming near, so she had to be prepared. Why? My birthday was coming up and I wanted to celebrate on the nearest weekend to it.

On my birthday I’ll cheat on my diet and do *nothing*, like I normally do on my special day. A lot of men feel lonely near Valentine’s, tragically enough, I had been born in a day near to it. Girls like Sapphire sure get worked out this month.

My doorbell rang. I had taken the day off, so I had no idea of who would it be, after all, the weekend was still a few days away and I made sure I had turned my phone off to avoid those forced calls to wish me a happy birthday.

“Sapphire?”

“When you call me like that, it almost feels like my name,” she giggled, “happy birthday!”

Speechless, I gave her the first chaste hug we’d ever shared. Then I saw she was wearing close to nothing and I got hard. The hug wasn’t that chaste esenyurt escort anymore, but I had to tell her, “you know? I really appreciate this because you’re in no obligation to do this. And I thought you would be kinda sore, not to mention, I didn’t remind you what day this was…”

“Then, be prepared to appreciate me even more,” she beckoned someone I couldn’t see due to the walls, and in came walking this tiny girl with a big bow tied to her neck, “my friend Robin. Or should I say, your birthday present?”

What guy gets moved to the point of almost crying because he gets a call girl as a birthday present? I do, under these circumstances.

Robin’s eyes opened up when she saw my reaction, “he is sweet!”

“Wait until you get to know me,” I mumbled.

“Ever had a threesome?”

My hardness responded before I could. Then, Sapphire leaned in closer, “and for you, I’m breaking my golden rule. Just tonight. If you want, that is.”

I nearly came in my pants. Sapphire could do anything you wanted as long as there were condoms involved. I had tried to pay her enough to do it bareback, and she had always shot me down without the slightest consideration nor second thoughts, regardless of how much money I waved in front of her face. Which made me feel safer around her, anyway.

“Char-eh, Sapphire and I made out a little so there’s no need for foreplay,” Robin informed me, “get on that couch face up and we’ll do the rest.”

I was naked in seconds, and I heard a whistle behind me, “what the- will you look at that butt! And no belly? Abs! How much do you charge him? $2.50?”

I snorted, “Sapphire has earned every cent, sometimes I think I underpaid after what I’ve gotten to do. I mean, she- what – oh, oh, fuck.”

Try to talk during an unexpected double blowjob.

I dare you to.

They stopped and Sapphire straddled me, “are you ready, avrupa yakası escort Mr. McAlister?”

“Really, you can call me Lou after what we’ve- oh shit,” my eyes rolled back as she lowered herself on my cock. Not quickly, barely slow enough for me to savor it, but fast enough to be overtaken by it. Bareback sex was… amazing. I could feel every tiny detail of her pussy, how warm, snug and simply mind blowing it was. It was… words failed to describe the incredible sensation of intimate skin against more skin instead of something in between.

“Oh, my, is this your first time?!” Sapphire’s tone was of extreme disbelief.

“Oh, fuck… Yes, it is,” I said.

She lowered her face on top of mine and kissed me softly, “I’m honored, Lou.”

“Look, this is all very touching, but I need my pussy licked,” Robin interrupted.

“Sit on his face,” Sapphire said as if it were the most natural thing. Without a second of delay, I couldn’t see anything but a cute little butt and pussy lips. I extended my tongue out and got to work. As I felt incredible sensations with Sapphire grinding her hips in circles like a Tahiti girl dancing traditional stuff, I moaned out loud.

I used my tongue harshly, as if I wanted to batter Robin’s pussy with it. She squealed and I heard Sapphire moan. Robin was so worked up, in less than a second she was cumming. Sapphire began to bounce on my dick, panting. Robin came again. And again. And once more. She dropped to the floor, looking at us go at it.

“Sapphire, wait, I’m about to…”

“It’s OK, Lou. Do it. I want you to. And you need this. I’ve been told it feels so good for you guys, too.”

I took her by the hips, she was so light I was able to lift her and slam her down on my dick without much effort, compared to some weights I used in my workouts. I did anadolu yakası escort it over and over again, harder each time, making her moan.

“I can’t hold…”

“Do it, baby,” she urged me.

“Argh!” I lifted my pelvis and slammed her down on me, feeling my cum streaming up her pussy. She hadn’t been kidding. The sensation was so good, I almost choked, my entire body was so tense, I almost passed out. Each rope of thick cum jetting against her unprotected pussy sent jolts of extreme pleasure that made me forget how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything that wasn’t basking in seemingly otherworldly pleasure… I collapsed. Panting, I began to thrust up.

“Mmmh,why? Haven’t had enough?” Sapphire cooed.

“Of this? No. Besides, I know how it feels when you cum, and I’m not pulling out until I make you scream. Call it a pride thing,” I assured her. “I’ve done this before, and you know it.”

Her eyes glinted.

I fucked upwards so hard it took me maybe half a minute of forceful, angled thrusts, the ones I knew she had a weakness for. I had her cumming in no time, and she did so quickly, so intensely, I knew she had gotten something out of fucking me bareback. The way her chest heaved and became flushed, or how her pupils dilated for a second before she shut her eyes… She was done oh-so-quickly. Fortunately for me, since my dick was tender. When we both laid entwined, breathing out, satisfied, I kissed the tip of her nose.

“Thank you, you have no idea what it means to receive a present without any obligation,” I should’ve praised Robin, I think? But that’s not me. I looked into Sapphire’s eyes and said honestly, “thank you, Sapphire. Or should I say, Char..?”

Sapphire sent a dirty, murderous look towards Robin, “Charlie.”

“Charlie, do you have free time tomorrow?”

“Honestly? I know you’re not done, I know you. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow, and I’ve got this design homework that- never mind. You shouldn’t be hearing this.”

“Do you have time for dinner, then?”

She looked at me, and I know nothing about expressions, but I believe she was feeling vulnerable.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said in no uncertain terms.

She gave me the smallest of smiles.

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I was sure guests began to arrive as I stood in the warm embrace of the shower. The heat felt relaxing as I’d spent all afternoon working to ready the house. I could have slept here, if it were not for the bevy of gorgeous women I knew were downstairs.

I exited the warm the shower and proceeded to the bedroom to get dressed. Ann had laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear. I didn’t mind being her ‘Ken doll’ because usually when she was picking clothes for me to wear, she was sure to be removing them later. Tonight is was simple attire, a tight black sweater, khakis, and black loafers, no underwear again I thought, that was a good sign of what was to come.

The music was already playing, and people had already been arriving as I headed downstairs. Tina, Ann, and I had finished getting everything ready for the party just in time to allow the girls to shower as I finished wiring the fireworks in the backyard. They’d come downstairs just as the doorbell rang with our first guests.

They living room was filled with people from my office and Ann’s, some people had been to our Christmas party as well. I noticed Sally first, our receptionist arm and arm with a guy I didn’t recognize. I guess she’d already dropped the guy she brought to out Christmas party, no surprise there. Something about relationships that start with a blow job back stage after a concert never seem to last! But he was well built and had short black hair, his arms and neck covered in tattoos and different from the musician she brought to the Christmas party one week ago, no surprise and no love lost there I thought again. I wondered how this winner relationship started, I made it a mental note to ask this new guy about it later, might be good for a laugh.

John and his bleached blond trophy wife Bridget were here again, I waved to him as I passed through the hallway. I can’t imagine how hot she looked without that skin tight navy blue dress on. Her bolt-on boobs were obvious, at least a DD sitting on a 34 inch chest, totally unnatural, but damn hot all the same! Something in her personality told me Bridget knew her way around a strip club.

Carl and Michelle were here too. They just got back from a ‘spiritual’ skiing trip to Lake Tahoe and they had the raccoon eyes to prove it. Michelle smiled at me; she was the definition of Asian-exotic. A beautiful Korean girl, Carl had met while attending Berkley. She was such a quiet girl on the outside, but Carl was unable to keep his trap shut about what a wild, and loud girl she was in the bedroom, all that saved up energy being released for his pleasure. Lucky guy, I thought to myself.

As I made my way into the kitchen I was able to spot our more close friends and family. This holiday party was becoming an annual tradition for some, but this was the first year we invited family and friends in addition to the people we worked with that were making this holiday event a staple. Our neighbors Mark and Sara were casually leaning against the counter sipping some wine; damn Sara was a piece of ass. I’d seen her over the fence once this past summer, gardening in a thong bikini, she was on her hands and knees planting some flowers, and I almost had to pound one out to her right then.

Bill and Taylor from across the street we comfortably sitting in the family room talking to Ann’s brother Kent and wife Gloria. My cock stirred as the thought of seeing the two of them on the side of Ann’s parent’s house on Christmas day, Gloria slobbering on Kent’s cock. I smiled at the two of them and made my way into the kitchen. Ann was talking to Judge Mitchell, a close friend of the family recently appointed to the state Supreme Court.

“Hey sweetie!” I said to Ann. Then looking at him I continued, “your Honor.”

“What?” Judge Mitchell started, “you don’t call me ‘Sweetie’ anymore?” and he let out a belly laugh that got everyone’s attention. Judges must get used to that, I thought. I simply laughed at his comment as he leaned in. “I hope the fireworks won’t disappoint Scott, you wouldn’t believe the crap I had to put up with to get that permit through.”

“Don’t worry Judge, I think you’ll be happy.” I smiled at him, kissed Ann quickly and grabbed some of the appetizers Ann and Tina had put out on the counter.

Surveying the rest of the kitchen, I saw Tina in deep conversation with my old halkalı escort buddy Ted, whom I’d introduced her to last week. She must have called him and invited him. They seemed to be getting along and I didn’t interrupt their conversation to say hello. I just stood and admired Tina’s tight little bottom in the tiny black skirt she was wearing. I short white blouse covered her torso, leaving a little skin of her midriff exposed, her long slender legs leading into some 4 inch ‘fuck me’ black heels. I had an urge to go behind her up and squeeze both her cheeks, but didn’t want Ted questioning why I was grabbing my wife’s sister like that and spill our little family secret. I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning’s interludes with her, and I felt my cock stirring in my pants as I spied her tight ass. I had to clear my head again.

I peered outside more people had gathered around on the patio and were huddled around the fire pit talking, and chatting around the pool. Both sources of light illuminating shapes, but I couldn’t make out faces from inside the kitchen. But I headed outside to greet everyone, and as I did they individually complimented me on the decorations and all said they were looking forward to the fireworks display.

I made my way through the pool area over to the small guest house. The ‘house’ was really just a bedroom and bathroom separate from the main house, and was currently being used for a ‘play’ room. I’d put my pool table in there, dart board, a couple of couches and a 42″ inch plasma T.V. It had become the ‘guys’ hang out on Sundays for football and NASCAR. I noticed the French doors were closed, and I thought I’d open them up for our guests to use the room.

Trying the doors I noticed they were locked, so I quickly fished my keys out of my pocket and opened one of the doors. I was met quickly with Gloria’s voice, “Oh Kent, Oh yes!” I slipped inside quickly and shut the door behind me quietly. They didn’t hear me as I stood in the doorway silently and watched what they were up to as my eyes adjusted to the low light.

I saw Gloria completely naked, sitting up on top of Kent facing him, who was laying on his back across the pool table. She was on her knees sitting up straight, caressing her own massive breasts as she rode Kent’s cock. She was raising and lowering herself quickly, cupping her breasts, grinding herself in pure pleasure on the purple felted table. I stood quietly and listened to her quietly moaning with each thrust of her own hips. Her body was a little thicker than it used to be after their kids, but she was still quite a sight, and she’d retained her ‘pregnancy boobs’ as she had called them, those puppies were a bonus for Kent.

She grunted at Kent between pumps, “Oh baby, I love the way you feel inside me!”

“Yes honey, you are so tight, and wet!” Kent moaned to her as she continued pumping.

“Oh sweetie, are you close, I want to feel you cum?” she moaned.

She was now pulling on her nipples, increasing her own pleasure as she rode her hubby’s swollen member. In between grunting and talking she was arching her back, her big beautiful breasts illuminated from the moonlight through the window. As stood there watching them intently, my cock stiffened in my khakis.

I thought about pulling my cock out and walking over to them, wondering if Gloria wanted a 3 some, but doubting Kent would be okay with it. Besides, I was married to his sister! Although as couples we’d watched each other just a few days ago, direct participation was a different matter completely.

“Oh yes, baby, are you close, I want you to fill me?” she moaned to him, panting as she continued pumping herself up and down on his mast.

“Oh yes baby, right there, oh yes, honey, I am going to cum for you!” Kent groaned.

I thought to myself watching them, wow, barely a dirty word used by either of them. It was all very loving, no use of the word “fuck” or “slut” anywhere. I silently chuckled to myself as I readjusted my cock in a more comfortable position within my pants.

Seconds later, Kent stiffened and groaned, Gloria impaled herself on him and froze. She ground her now slippery pussy onto him as her erupted inside her. She cooed at him, “yes baby, oh!” as he continued to twitch inside her.

I stared at Gloria naked as Kent filled her with şişli escort his load, and her heavy breasts were still bouncing even after her hips stopped stabbing herself on top of Kent. She looked sexy in the moonlight, and my first thought was that I’d love to shoot my load across those mounds.

I couldn’t help myself, and as their passions subsided, I started ‘golf clapping’. This startled the both of them.

“Who’s there?” Gloria called out breathlessly as she unsuccessfully tried to cover up her massive breasts swaying from her chest with her arms.

“It’s just me guys, Scott” I replied, chuckling. “I was going to allow our other guests to shoot some pool, but it looks like you are playing some of your own!”

Gloria didn’t dismount Kent’s pole obviously still buried in her quivering flesh. She actually started rocking gently back and forth on him after she heard my voice. But she held her shirt up in front of her, keeping a small line of modesty.

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I left the door unlocked, and someone else had come in,” she panted, as she stirred Kent’s cock inside her pussy.

“I take it you’re finished?” I responded with a smile.

“Scott,” Kent called out laughing, “how long have you been there?”

“Long enough, I’m going to go now, just don’t leave a wet spot on the felt!” I laughed, turned on my heels and left, locking the door behind me again. They’ll show up eventually, I thought, and then I’ll open up the pool room to the rest of our guests. Returning to the house, I started searching for a beer. When I opened the beer cooler I discovered it was empty, can’t have my guests running dry so early in the night, so I went in to ask Ann what she’d done with the rest.

“It’s in the garage baby,” she said motioning me closer to her. As I came upon her, she gave me a big hug and whispered into my ear “take as much time as you need!”

I looked at her quizzically, “huh?”

She just smiled as I headed for the garage unaware of the surprise that was waiting for me.

I opened the garage door and noticed someone had left the light on. Before I had a chance to get over to the fridge I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye near my truck. I turned to look, it was Alison!

“Alison!” I exclaimed.

“Scott!” she responded cheerfully, “come here you big stud!”

I hadn’t seen Alison since Christmas Eve when she fell asleep with Ann and I in our bed, just after I’d taken her virginity. My cock throbbed to attention just at the sight of her. She was wearing tight yellow sleeveless blouse, and black pleated skirt that fell about halfway down her thighs, her slender legs ended at her 5 inch stiletto heeled shoes. They made her seem much taller than she was, I was nearly looking her in the eye.

We kissed passionately for a moment, and she pushed me back. “You like my shoes?” she asked.

“I think you look fantastic in them!” I responded, drinking in this woman’s sexuality.

“I was hoping that I’d be tall enough for you,” she responded.

“Tall enough?” I asked.

“Yea,” she said, and turned around. She planted one hand on the top of my truck’s front tire, as she leaned over and arched her back with the other hand she pulled her skirt up to reveal a tiny black g string barely covering her pussy lips, and slipping through her ass. “Tall enough for you to fuck me standing up?” she asked.

I didn’t need any encouragement. I was surprised that she was moving this quickly, we had such a long session the other night, this almost seemed rushed. For a brief second a surveyed this sexy beauty in front of me; bent over like a complete slut, begging me, the only man ever to fuck her, to do it again. And from how she was acting, I don’t think she wanted it slow and easy. At this point I was rock hard, and I took only a second to unzip my pants and step out of them. I positioned myself behind her, grabbed the string from her ass cheeks and pulled it to the side, exposing her already soaking wet pussy to the head of my cock. I positioned myself carefully, gently pressing my cock head against her wet entrance, allowing her juice to lubricate my engorged member. I slid my head through her slit, the head grew slick as she moaned from the sensations. When I was content that I was sufficiently sarıyer escort lubricated to slip into her near-virginal pussy, I pressed into her hole, and began to slide inside her.

“Oh, yes!’ she cried, “I’ve missed you!”

Her pussy was still so tight, after only having been invaded for the first time a week ago; her pussy took a few moments to adjust to my girth stretching her. She was well lubed, and after a few short pumps, steadily driving deeper, she began to relax and accept my full length with each stroke. Damn she felt good gripping my cock!

“Fuck Alison, you are so tight!” I called out to her.

“Mmmm baby!” she replied moaning softly, “You feel so good inside me!”

I began slowly, rhythmically sliding my cock in and out of her. I gripped her slender hips, gently rocking her back onto my shift shaft now splitting this blonde cutie. I then reached forward and pulled her top up over her tits, no bra got in the way as the shirt moved upward into her arm pits. I reached around and cupped her small 18 year old breasts, gently pinching her nipples as she pushed herself back onto my cock.

She was doing the work now, I just stood there and enjoyed watching her tight ass slap against my pelvis. She grunted and moaned with each thrust backwards, as my cock was disappearing into her tight little pussy. She was so tight I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I watched her impale herself; her pussy lips gently stretching along my shaft as she pulled off, and the disappearing again as she pushed me back inside her warm cavern.

“Oh yes, Scott, you are gonna make me cum!” she cried out, and began pushing herself onto my cock faster now.

I had to grab her hips so that I wouldn’t fall over; she was really slamming into me now forcefully. Her lust took over and she pounded back into me, I watched her as she writhed and moaned, driving herself onto me. Her young tight little cunt crammed my cock inside her, she was possessed and fully enjoying the pounding she was giving herself. Seconds later she reached her apex.

“Oh, oh, yes, oh fuck, oh,” and then she cried out “I’m cumming!”

She slammed her pussy back onto my cock, and held me there, driving me deep into her warm embrace. Her already tight pussy clamped down painfully on my cock as her body convulsed in front of me. She sent spasms over my entire length, and I felt her girl juices begin to flow over me, and down my balls, pinned against her clit. The sensations along my cock while being trapped in this teenager’s tight little body were incredible, I wanted this to last but I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I erupted inside her. My cock spasmed again and again, flooding her tight cunt with my warm batter. Each time my member twitched and sprayed inside her, Alison would convulse slightly as my cock tried to drive itself impossibly deeper as the head was tightly pressed against her cervix as it was.

I collapsed on top of her, wrapping my arms around her as we stood there panting against one another. What a girl, I thought, and what a surprise!

“Been hanging out in the garage long?” I asked with a smiled as I began to regain my composure.

“Nope, I just got here,” she replied, “but I’m glad you got here to warm me up when you did!”

I just smiled, stood up, and gently stepped back, my cock fell out of her sopping pussy with a “plop”, as I stepped back, I watched as her tight little pussy pushed out all the mixed fluids still trapped within her pink walls. This sent a stream of our co-mingled cum running down her leg. She reached between her legs, and wiped it up with her fingers, then turned, and stuck them both in her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning while looking directly at me.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, “I could cum again just watching you!’

“Really?” she said smacking her cum covered lips, “let’s do it!” she laughed.

There was nothing I wanted more at this very moment. But sadly I had to turn her down, for now, “I do have other guests to attend to.” She frowned as I continued, letting me know that she still wanted me badly, “But stick around, we may be able to play again later.”

She made a cute little ‘pouty’ face and then she smiled, “change that ‘may’ into a ‘will’ and you’ve got a deal!” Then she pulled her shirt and skirt back down, and walked past me silently into the house. I pulled my pants back on and when to the fridge where I grabbed two more sleeves of beer, and headed for the cooler in the kitchen. I looked forward to the rest of the night, I knew Ann had something planned; and now Alison was going to try and get into the mix, this should be an interesting night.

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