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You pick me up at the airport, looking amazing as always, and we kiss quickly, but with a little tongue. I squeeze your ass and you snuggle in against me briefly, just to let me know how much you appreciate it. We grab my luggage, and with my camera bag over my shoulder we head out into the midsummer weather.

As we drive through the streets, my camera in hand taking snap shots of different things that catch my attention, I see you stroking your inner thigh out of the corner of my eye. I turn to face the front, and you stop stroking, knowing how much I would prefer to get you going myself. I smile and then reach out to caress your shoulder making you lean slightly into my hand as best you can while driving and wearing a seat belt.

I recline the seat a bit so that I can stretch my legs, and in the process my jeans are pulled tighter, so that when you glance over, you can see my semi hard cock outlined. You reach over to rub it, but I sit back up, and put my hand on top of yours and lead it to my thigh, allowing you to stroke there.

You run your hand warmly up and down my leg, moving a little higher on each stroke. As your hand on the up stroke gets closer to my cock, you use your nails to try and claw your way up my legs even further. I reach over, my arm under yours, and over to stroke your leg, but your legs are not covered like mine, and therefore my stroking gets you excited a lot quicker.

As my hand moves slowly up your inner thigh, your hand covers my cock and you begin to squeeze and rub it hungrily. In response, I slide my hand up until I am stroking up and down your pussy, making you gasp a little as I pinch your clit. In desperation you look around and see a fairly deserted parking lot and quickly pull in. Before the car even comes to a full stop, you have your seatbelt off and are leaning towards me, kissing me deeply.

As we kiss, I feel you pulling at my zipper, and I take your hand in mine, helping you. As you pull it down, you try to reach in to take my cock out, and I stop you. I ask you if we can move into the back, and you growl softly but open the door and climb into the back. I open my door, stand up, not caring that my zipper is all the way down, stretch back, take off my coat, and then climb in the back seat with you.

The first thing I see is that your top is on the seat next to you, making me happy for tinted windows. I want, for this moment, to have you canlı bahis all to myself. The second thing I notice is that your skirt is pulled all the way up and you are rubbing your clit hungrily with three fingers buried inside your pussy. I move closer to you, your pleasure and your hunger moves your hips until you are pressed into the back corner of the seat. I close the door behind me and take my shirt off.

I lean down, and lick at your fingers, trying to hint that you should stop, and let me take over. I lick a couple more times and you do not stop. I then nibble the back of one of your fingers until you look down at me, and I pull your fingers away from your clit. I then proceed to suck your extremely sensitive clit into my mouth, rewarding me with a loud moan and the feel of your fingers moving even faster in and out of you.

I continue to nibble and suck at your clit, feeling you get closer and closer to orgasm. I feel my way around and feel you tense slightly as I slide one of my own fingers in underneath your own, but you relax again as my own hand begins to match your own rhythm, and then moan as you feel my finger slide deeper than yours can go. I wrap my hand around yours, letting the back of your hand rest easily in my palm, and match your thrusts.

Slowly, every few thrusts, I intertwine one of your fingers with my own. Within a short time, the strain forces you to take one of your fingers away, until only my fingers slide in an out of you. You move your hand up and let your fingers become tangled in my hair. I speed up and use my angle to my advantage, sliding deep into you and stroking my fingers over the most sensitive spots inside of you.

A few minutes of my mouth on your clit and my fingers sliding in and out of you, makes you pull my mouth hard against you, which makes me suck and lick even more furiously. You let out a loud moan as the first waves of your orgasm begin to wash over you. Instead of slowing down, I speed up my thrusts, and begin to nibble and gently bite your clit so that instead of your orgasm ebbing away, it is quickly replaced by a second, even more powerful orgasm.

Your body tenses and releases over and over as each wave of pleasure washes over you. I feel your pussy tighten around my fingers and I fight to slide my fingers in and out of you against the pressure, making you moan louder at the added pleasure. I lessen the fingers, now only two pressing inside bahis siteleri you, and they begin to slide easier into you, possible due to your orgasm slowing down, the crashing waves of pleasure receding to small waves lapping at the edge of your consciousness.

Once your latest orgasm subsides I slow the pace of my fingers down and slowly ease all of them out of you, licking your sweet cum off each as you watch. You pull me up and we kiss deeply, the taste of your cum still strong on my tongue and you reach down to pull my cock out of my pants. You moan loudly into my mouth as you feel I am harder than before, and stand straight out, begging for attention. You wrap your hand around my cock, gently stroking up and down the length.

You are quickly rewarded with a noticeable amount of precum dribbling onto your hand and leg. You use your other hand to reach down and scoop up the cum from your leg, then lick it slowly off your fingers, making me shiver in excitement. You put one hand on my hip with the other on my shoulder and push me to the same lying position you were in except my legs straight in front.

You move up to straddle my legs, just far enough away that simply leaning down brings you within a breath of my cock, which is twitching as I imagine the plans you have. You lean down, resting your breasts on my legs, and begin to kiss around my groin. While your mouth kisses and licks around my cock, a soft finger strokes lightly up and down on my cock, not enough to stimulate to orgasm, but enough to keep me hard for you.

As you finish kissing the last parts of my groin, you begin to lick around my shaft, moving your hand up to stroke the head, making me moan and turn my eyes away to try to avoid adding to the stimulation. Seeing that I have turned my eyes away, you decide with a grin to regain my attention, and take my entire cock in your warm, wet mouth. I arch my back and stifle a moan through gritted teeth, and force my eyes to meet yours.

“Fine, you win” I growl and I pull you up, so that my cock is inches from your pussy. My hands on your hips stop you from going down any further, and I slowly lower you, stopping as I feel the head of my cock part your lips. I leave you there, with your eyes closed in thought of the pleasure you expect for a few seconds, until you frown, and look at me.

“I win” I whisper hoarsely and I almost drop you onto my cock, my entire cock sliding hard bahis firmaları and fast into you making you let out a loud gasp as you fall. Our bodies meet at the pelvic bones, and I hear a loud moan leave you as I enter you fully and our bodies slap together. You shift around until you are in just the position I showed you on my first visit. You then begin sliding up and down, sliding up my cock slow, and thrusting down hard.

While you ride up and down on my cock, I kiss and lick and nibble at your breasts and nipples. Every minute or two, I take hold of your waist, and proceed to slide my cock hard and fast into you for a few seconds. The second time I do this, I trigger your next orgasm, making you slam your pussy into me, trying to make me fill you up more. After your orgasm subsides you get into a rhythm, sliding up and down gently but steadily getting faster until I stop you and slam my cock in and out of you more.

It only takes a few more times of this for you to be digging your nails into my arms, nearing your next orgasm. This time I grab your ass, stopping you from moving more, and slide my cock hard into your pussy, then slowly out. After the first two times of doing this, you begin pressing yourself down onto me, and giving a pleasured gasp every time. You reach between us and pinch your clit on the last one, bringing you to orgasm. You break free of my hands on your ass and begin hammering on my cock, almost trying to drive me though you. As your orgasm subsides, you try to slow down, but I grab your waist and begin to rhythmically and quickly slide my cock hard in and out of you, bringing you to another orgasm quickly after the last.

After riding me like this for about twenty minutes and three orgasms, you lift yourself off, and turn around, taking up a position you know will bring me to cum in a short time. You grab the cushion of the seat ahead of you and lower yourself back onto me, and begin to lift yourself up and down. True to form, within a few minutes I am about ready to cum. I tell you, so you can lift yourself off me, but you simply start riding me harder. With a muffled ‘oh fuck!’ I let go, and as you drop yourself onto me one last time, forcing me deeper into you, I shoot cum in stream after stream into your pussy.

You turn around; keeping my cock buried deep in you and lean down and kiss me. You pull my coat from the front seat. You pull it over yourself and curl yourself against me, just listening to each other breath until we are both rested and calmed enough to get dressed and continue on to the rest of the activity planned for my five day stay.

To be continued…

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Author’s Note: This is a rarity for me, a stand-alone story. I would like to give special thanks to @goducks111 for providing the idea for this story. I did my best to follow his suggestions. I hope you enjoy.

-Nosebone

Friday, August 8, 2019: Bakersfield, CA

I was driving back to my hotel that afternoon after a long day of sales calls. I was more discouraged than I’d been in years. I was on my quarterly tour of the west coast. It was a three-week test of my endurance where I would visit all our heavy-equipment dealerships in Washington, Oregon and California. As a national sales manager, it was my job to show the flag and rally the troops to get them motivated to visit all prospective clients and ensure their needs were met.

My level of discouragement was a result of my visit to our Bakersfield dealership. The sales staff there were undermotivated to say the least. I knew I’d been young and new in the field once, but I’d always showed initiative. When an experienced guy tried to help me, I listened closely and took their advice to heart. Not these fucking kids. On our visit to Higgins Construction, one of the largest road contractors in California, the president openly expressed his frustration with Dylan, my young protégé. I’d worked with Bob and his dad for over 20 years, but Bob didn’t bother sugar coating the fact that Dylan was useless at best. It took Dylan weeks to return Bob’s phone calls and he never stopped by the office to visit. Then Bob dropped the bomb by saying he’d recently purchased over $38 million in new heavy equipment from Komatsu and had no plans to buy anything from us again.

Once we were alone in the car, I let Dylan have it with both barrels.

“You can’t miss opportunities like that, Dylan,” I explained.

“It’s hard. I’m not really motivated because my commissions haven’t been what I thought they would be,” he whined. I lost it at that point and pulled the car over on the shoulder of the road.

“Your commissions? You’re fucking kidding me, right,” I fumed. “You missed a $38 million-dollar sale because you couldn’t return the man’s phone calls and stop by for a fucking cup of coffee once a week! Do you realize what your fucking commission would have been on that? Do you have any idea what I would have done to have a client like that when I was your age? He was your fucking gravy train and you threw it away.”

He looked at me stupidly, which I’d learned was his usual demeanor. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything more or I would have made him walk the four miles back. I put the car in drive and took him back to the dealership. Once there, I talked to the branch manager. I told him Dylan better have his shit packed and be gone that afternoon. I then gave the branch manager a stern talk about the way he ran his operation. The rest of the afternoon I made sales calls by myself and found that most of our long-term customers were pissed off. I knew whoever they hired to replace Dylan was in for an uphill battle.

When I got to the hotel, I decided to have a glass of scotch while I typed up my contact reports. I called room service and dinner was sent up while I worked. When I finished, I realized it was almost 8 o’clock. It was too late to call my son unless I wanted to risk the wrath of my ex-wife. I decided I’d call him in the morning and try to keep the peace.

I took a shower and thought about going to bed early. I knew I didn’t have to be anywhere tomorrow and wouldn’t fly to my next stop until Sunday. I remembered there was a country and western bar across the street that offered live music. I thought I might as well go over and listen for a while. I dressed and was soon walking across the street towards the Palomino Club.

It was a big place and I seemed to remember it from a movie somewhere. I imagined it’d probably hosted some big names over the years. Once inside, I walked to the bar and ordered a beer before I meandered over towards the stage. There was an empty table, but it was right in front and I didn’t want to be “that guy” sitting by himself. I looked around and didn’t see any other tables, so I finally decided to sit down. I sipped my beer and listened to the first band. They were more blue grass than typical country western, but I really enjoyed the banjo and the stand-up bass. The band looked like they’d probably fit in better in a punk club with their brightly dyed hair and outfits, but they could certainly play. They finished their set and the announcer said that the next act would be on in about 15 minutes. A cute young waitress walked by and I ordered another beer.

After the blue grass band cleared the stage, the next act began setting up their equipment. I sipped my beer and watched them as well as surveying the crowd. I always enjoyed people canlı bahis watching. The lights dimmed and a spotlight came on the center stage. The band began strumming an old song, from long before my time. My Dad had been an avid fan of country & western music and I recognized it immediately as Patsy Cline’s, “Crazy”. I looked to the left and saw a woman walking across the stage towards the microphone.

Once she was in the spotlight, I could make out her features. She was wearing a tight, strapless black dress. It was probably a little too fancy and out of place for the Palomino Club, but it did give her a touch of old school charm. She was a curvy little thing, maybe 5’2″ without her heels. The dress did everything it could to accentuate those curves, particularly her generous bosom and shapely hips. She reminded me of the women of the 1950’s, back before rail-thin women were popular.

I studied her more closely as she began to sing. She didn’t have the greatest voice, but she sounded comfortable, much like she was singing for friends. Her hair was dark like the midnight sky and she looked like she might be Latina. Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the spotlight. As I watched her, her eyes focused me. I found myself in the curious situation of feeling as if she was singing to only me. Her eyes scarcely left mine for the remainder of the song. When it finished, I clapped heartily, and I thought I saw her wink at me.

The next few songs were a little more upbeat country and western classics. I found that she was still looking at me as she sang. The final song of the set was Merle Haggard’s “Okie from Muskogee.” That touched me as I’d grown up in Tulsa not far from Muskogee. Again, she didn’t have the prettiest voice, but she sang with her heart and that made the performance that much better. When their set finished, the band disappeared backstage. I ordered one final beer and thought I’d wait until the next set was finished before I walked back to the hotel.

To my surprise, the singer walked out from backstage and came over to my table. I tried to play it cool, but she was even prettier up close.

“Are you enjoying the show,” she asked. I picked up just a hint of her Mexican heritage in her accent.

“Yeah, I was actually. You have a great voice,” I said.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I really don’t, but I love to sing.”

“I think you do,” I said. “Would you like to take a seat? I just ordered another beer. Can I get you something?”

“Maybe just a glass of water,” she smiled before she took a seat. The waitress arrived with my beer and a glass of water with a slice of lemon and lime.

“Jenny knows what I like,” she said of the waitress.

“That’s good,” I smiled. “I’m John by the way.” I extended my hand across the table.

“Maria. It’s nice to meet you, John,” she smiled softly as she took my hand.

“So, how long have you been singing,” I asked.

“Forever,” she laughed. “I started in the choir at church. I’ve been doing it ever since. It helped me get through college. Now, I just do it for fun.”

“That’s awesome,” I replied. “What’s your day job?”

“I’m a nurse,” she smiled. “You?”

“Heavy equipment sales,” I said.

“Oh, you’re a traveling salesman, perhaps,” she asked with a grin.

“Yeah, sometimes,” I said. “I’m on a three-week trip right now.”

“That’s a long time away from home,” she said.

“Yeah, but it’s just an apartment where I hang my clothes,” I said.

She nodded. “I know the feeling.”

“Divorced,” I asked.

“Yes. I’m guessing you as well,” she replied. I simply nodded. There was a pause and I was afraid I’d pushed the conversation too hard. She finally smiled and stood from her chair.

“I should be going. Our next set will begin soon,” she said.

“I understand. Before you go, can I ask you one question?”

“Sure, I guess so,” she said.

“When you were singing, it was like you were singing to me,” I said.

“Yes,” she nodded. “It’s something I do. It helps me put the emotion into the song. You can’t sing Patsy Cline without emotion. I saw you and knew I would sing to you tonight.”

I could only nod and smile.

“Will you be here for a while,” she asked.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I smiled, my previous plans to leave forgotten.

“Good. We play one more set and then we’re finished. Maybe we can have a drink together, then,” she said.

“I look forward to it,” I replied.

“Me too,” she smiled. I watched her as she walked away in the dim lighting. She walked with a flair that seemed to accentuate her hips. Without thinking, I licked my lips as I watched her. I looked forward to having a drink with her.

The second set was just as good as the first. She sang multiple ballads of lost love and put her heart into each one. I noticed a few minor mistakes, but she sang on, not acknowledging them. As during the first set, her eyes rarely left mine and I felt like I was in a trance. When they finished playing, there was bahis siteleri a large round of applause. She took a bow and I couldn’t help but notice her lovely cleavage. She disappeared briefly before I saw her come back out and head towards my table.

“That was great,” I said as she took a seat.

“Thank you,” she replied. “I stumbled a bit on a few of the songs. They were new and we just started playing them live.”

“I hardly noticed,” I smiled.

“You wouldn’t,” she laughed.

“I really thought it was great. What can I get you,” I asked as the waitress wandered past our table.

“A gin and tonic would be fine. My throat is dry,” she smiled. I ordered another beer and the waitress left to get our drinks.

“So, where were we earlier,” I asked.

“I think you were about to ask me for my life story,” she laughed.

“I hope I wasn’t being too intrusive,” I smiled.

“No, not too bad,” she said. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” I replied.

“I’ll give you the short version and then you can give me yours, sound fair,” she asked.

“Yes, very fair,” I laughed.

“I was married for a while, but we couldn’t make it work. No little ones. I have my work and my singing,” she said. I nodded at her.

“Mine is similar, except I have a son. I have my work and little else,” I said.

“We sound like two very exciting people,” she laughed. Our drinks arrived and she took a sip of hers. “Mmmm, I needed that.”

“I bet,” I said.

We looked at one another for a long moment. I wasn’t sure what my next move should be, and I could sense the same apprehension in her. The next band came on and the volume of the music would have drowned out any meaningful conversation. I watched her take a sip of her drink and then she sat the glass back down.

“Where are you staying,” she practically yelled.

“Across the street,” I replied.

“They have a bar. Let’s go over there. I can barely hear you,” she said.

“Okay,” I replied with a smile. She grabbed her clutch and we walked towards the door.

Once we were outside, she spoke again. “They play after us a lot. They’re really loud.”

“Yes, they were,” I laughed.

“You’re taller than I thought you were,” she smiled. I was about 8 inches taller than her even though she was wearing tall heels.

“I hope that’s not a problem,” I replied.

“No, of course not,” she smiled. “I like taller men. Let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go,” I agreed. The night air was pleasant as compared to the heat of the day. We walked across the parking lot and she hooked her arm in mine. I turned to look at her and she smiled.

“You don’t mind, do you,” she asked.

“No, of course not,” I smiled. “How could I mind a beautiful lady taking my arm on a stroll?”

“You’re quite the charmer,” she laughed.

“I haven’t even trying to be charming yet,” I laughed.

“I should watch out then, shouldn’t I,” she smiled.

“Maybe a little,” I agreed. We entered the hotel lobby and walked to the bar. It was surprisingly empty for a Friday night, but I was happy that it was. We found a booth in the corner and after she sat down, she patted the seat next to her. I sat and she smiled.

“That’s better,” she smiled.

“Yes, it is,” I agreed. “Another gin and tonic?”

“No, I think I’ll have a beer if you’re having one,” she replied.

“Sure,” I said. The waitress came over, obviously bored since the place was dead, to take our order.

“John, I guess I should explain something to you before anything goes further tonight,” she said.

“What’s that,” I asked.

“First off, I don’t make a habit of this sort of thing. I honestly don’t. Second off, I’m not sure why I’m doing it tonight,” she said.

“You mean having a beer with a stranger,” I asked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Nice try,” she smiled. “You know what I mean. I’ve come back to your hotel. You’re obviously interested in me and I’m interested in you. We’re adults.”

“I know what you’re saying. And I don’t make a habit of it either,” I replied. “I’ve kept mostly to myself since my divorce.”

“How long has it been,” she asked.

“18 months,” I replied.

“I see. It’s been almost three years for me,” she said.

“Do you date much,” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Men our age want one thing. I’m not going into anything with the pretext of getting to know someone when me spreading my legs is all that they’re really interested in.”

“That’s fair,” I said. “I don’t have much to offer from the male perspective either. I tend to attract the mother of three down on her luck with nothing to lose.”

“I can see that,” she smiled. “I guess I’m just independent. I don’t know. I never feel like I need a man in my life, but then I have a night like tonight, and I see you sitting there.” The waitress arrived with our beers. She lifted hers.

“What should we drink to,” she asked.

“How about independence,” I said.

“That’s canlı bahis siteleri a good one,” she smiled. We clinked our bottles together lightly and each took a sip. “I love a good beer when it’s hot.”

“So, do I,” I agreed.

“When do you leave,” she asked after she took another sip.

“My flight is at 3 on Sunday,” I replied.

“So, you’ll be here all weekend,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I will,” I said smiling back.

“I like that,” she said.

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.

“Why don’t we go upstairs,” she suggested. “These heels are beginning to kill me.”

“Sure,” I said. I left a twenty on the table and we headed to the elevator. Once the door closed, she turned towards me. I looked down and saw her smile. Her bright red lips looked inviting and I couldn’t resist. I took her in my arms and softly kissed her. She was obviously looking for more than that and kissed me ravenously. I hadn’t a woman kiss me like that in a long time, if ever. When we finally parted, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Wow,” I said. “That was really something.”

“Thanks, you too,” she smiled. “My ex-husband said I was frigid.”

“Shame on him,” I smiled. “That’s the last thing I would think.”

She smiled again just before the elevator door opened. I took her hand and we walked to my room. I opened the door and she walked in first. When the door closed, she turned to me and we kissed again. I thought the first time was amazing, but the second time took my breath away. I held her tightly against me and my hands rubbed across her bare upper back. I couldn’t believe a woman like her had just walked in my life that night. We gradually moved towards the bed, hardly breaking our kissing. I fell back on the bed, pulling her on top of me.

“Whee,” she laughed as we came to a rest.

“Yes,” I agreed before our lips met once again. The kissing intensified further, and she rolled over on her back, pulling me with her. I knelt above her on my hands and knees and she started unbuttoning my shirt. After she pulled it from my slacks, her hands swiftly pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her hands reached for my sides and she rubbed her way upwards across my chest to my shoulders. She finally held my neck as we continued to kiss.

I couldn’t resist any longer and I reached out with my right hand to cup her generous breasts through her dress. I was dying to see her naked, but I was taking my time after her comment earlier. I knew we were going to have sex, but she had something about her that I really liked. I certainly wasn’t going to rush things. As I gently rubbed and squeezed her breasts, she broke our kissing momentarily.

“You should unzip my dress,” she said in almost a whisper. I nodded and we rolled once more so that I was on my back with her on top of me. My hands moved to her bare back down to where her dress started. I located the zipper and slowly pulled it down as she continued to give me the most amazing kisses. When the zipper reached the bottom, she kissed me one final time before standing up. I raised myself up on my elbows and watched as she slowly slipped the dress down. By the dim light coming from the lamp, I admired her hourglass figure. She looked perfect standing in front of me in a matching black balconette bra and tiny bikini panties. I said the only thing that came to my mind.

“You’re gorgeous, Maria.”

She smiled broadly before she reached for the front clasp of her bra. When she removed it, I was amazed by how her breasts still stood proudly on her chest. They were truly a work of art. Her tiny panties joined her bra on the floor, before she crawled back on the bed, straddling my lap. She placed her hands on my chest and pushed slightly, so I laid back once again. She kissed me softly and slowly before her lips moved to my cheek and then my neck. Downwards she went, across my chest and abdomen. Finally, she was kissing just above my belt line. I raised up on elbows again to watch her unbuckling my belt. Once it was unfastened, she pulled my pants down to mid-thigh, before she stood from the bed again. She pulled off my shoes and socks, before removing my pants.

“You’re pretty nice yourself,” she smiled. A certain part of my body was showing her exactly how gorgeous I thought she was. Her hand reached for it and she stroked me gently. She crawled back on the bed and laid next to me, her hand never breaking contact with my manhood. I took her in my arms and kissed her repeatedly. As the kisses built in passion, so did her stoking of my manhood. I tried to roll her over on her back as I wanted to go down on her, but she had other plans. She threw her leg over me and settled her hips on top of mine. She resumed kissing me while she slowly ground her wet sex against my erection which was trapped between us.

“I don’t know what it is,” she panted between kisses. “But I’m really hot for you right now.”

“I know what you mean,” I managed to say.

“I’m about to have you inside me and I don’t know your full name,” she moaned.

“Sanders,” I groaned. “John Sanders.”

“Nice to meet you,” she giggled. “I’m Maria Diaz.” She stopped her grinding and she raised her right leg. Her hand reached between us and she pushed her hips down on me.

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“Did you just say that you want to fuck me?”

Hunter was staring over at me from across the dining room table. His eyes were wide with surprise, as he kept his gaze focused on me.

I took a deep breath, shakily letting out the air. I knew that this was going to be weird, but I at least wanted to try.

The thing is, I kinda’ have this problem. Well, I wouldn’t even call it a problem, really. My boyfriend likes it a lot…

But sometimes, I just really, really need cock.

No, it’s not a sex addiction. I don’t try to fuck every man I see, and usually, after a few rounds with my vibrator, I’m all cleared up. And after one round with my boyfriend, I’m completely knocked out.

But until I get it, I’m a walking, wet-between-the-thighs mess. It’s so awful. I can’t think straight and I’ve completely soaked more than one pair of panties if I happened to be stuck in traffic or standing in line at the grocery store.

My boyfriend, Greg, was now officially a touring musician. I was more than happy for him, having cried tears of pure joy when he told me the news. His dream was coming true and soon, when we saved up enough cash, we could move somewhere together, to a better apartment, a better city, a better life…

But for right now, I was still stuck in Bumfuck, USA, in the middle of goddamn nowhere.

Before he left town for his first big gig, Greg told me that he wanted to make our relationship really work. He didn’t want me to be completely dependent on my vibrator while he was gone, because he was afraid that I’d use it so much, I’d have trouble getting wet for a real, live cock. And he didn’t want me so horny that I would lose my mind and end up sleeping with some random asshole, desperate to scratch the itch. Greg gave me permission to sleep with someone, just one other someone, as long as we were all mutual friends and as long as no one developed any feelings…

Enter Hunter.

Hunter was one of my best friends. We’d known each other since high school, and even in our twenties, we still got along like we were high school freshmen, those same annoying kids laughing way too loud in the cafeteria. We’d tried dating once before, somewhere around junior year, but one day he told me that I was the most annoying girlfriend that he’d ever had. In response, I told him that he was the lamest boyfriend that I’d ever had, so really, we were just balancing each other out. We only lasted a few more weeks after that.

Needless to say, we were great as friends, but awful as partners. Plus, Greg and Hunter would sometimes hang out together when all the guys would go out for a few beers and cheap wings.

Which meant that Hunter was the perfect candidate.

“Yes.” My answer came out quiet and unsure. “I mean, I want you to fuck me, not really for me to be fucking you…”

“Ashley, what about Greg?” Hunter’s voice was stern, as he shook his head in disbelief. “I thought you loved him. How could you want to do this to him?”

“Greg knows!” I raise my voice a little, feeling a bit offended by the accusation. “I would never cheat on Greg. I love him güvenilir bahis siteleri more than anything.”

“He…He knows?” Hunter raises an eyebrow in my direction, completely confused by the conversation. “But if he knows…Why would he be okay with this? With you and me?”

“He just wants me to have someone…For when he goes out of town…” I shrug, making direct eye contact with Hunter. “He just wants me to have the option.”

“Oh…” Hunter tilts his head to the side, as a grin comes over his face. “Is this because you can’t live without dick for more than like five minutes?”

“Funny. I lived just fine without your dick for all these years.” I smirk back over at him.

“Wow. You are still so, so annoying.” He let out a laugh as he emphasized his tone. “But maybe I can fuck it out of you.”

My clit throbbed in response to his words. He sounded so…authoritative and casual…

Fuck! He was already turning me on and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Hunter stood up from his seat, walking over towards mine. He gently ran one of his hands through my hair, as he lifted up my chin with his fingers. “Are you sure Greg will be okay with this?”

I wordlessly nodded, my skin suddenly feeling so warm where Hunter’s fingers were touching me.

“Okay.” He confidently nodded back at me. “Then take off your clothes, get on the couch and open your legs.”

“Huh. You’re taking this whole ‘fucking me’ thing pretty well, Hunter.” I chuckle a bit, as I walk towards the couch.

“Yeah, well, you’re annoying but it doesn’t make me blind. You know you’ve always been hot to me, Ashley. I’ve kinda’ always secretly wanted to see your ‘O’ face.” He smiled, as he started to take off his clothes, his shirt and jeans quickly falling to the floor.

I was already naked and waiting on the couch, wondering what exactly he had planned for me…

“Lean back against the armrest.”

His words came out as a command, and I moved until my head was leaning against the armrest, as my back was lying on top of the couch’s fabric.

Before another second could pass by, Hunter was between my legs, his tongue firmly planted against my clit. He soon began to swirl his tongue around my sensitive bud, as one of his fingers easily slipped inside of me.

Hmm…

I had to admit that this felt really good, but it also seemed a little weird….

Hunter, my best friend, Hunter, was eating me out…And he was fingering me like he’d done it a million times before…But he’d never touched me like this when we were together…

Why was he so comfortable touching me like this?

“Hunter…” I managed to moan out his name in-between my sounds of pleasure.

“Mmhmm?” He answered by humming against my clit, making it ache in response to the vibration.

“I know you said you wanted to see my ‘O’ face but…do you think about uhm…fucking me? A lot?”

“Mmhmm.” His answer was the same, before he broke away from my clit, gently kissing me on my inner thigh. “I think about coming inside of you, every, single day. I’m a guy. I can’t canlı bahis siteleri help it.”

“Fuck, Hunter! You don’t have feelings for me…do you?” I attempt to close my legs, as I realize I may have just broken one of Greg’s golden rules about this situation: no feelings.

Hunter laughs, as he keeps his hands firmly on my thighs, making my legs stay open for him. “No, Ashley. I don’t have feelings for you. I didn’t realize that wanting to fuck your brains out suddenly meant that I was in love with you.”

“Okay! Good! It’s just that Greg–”

“Wow. You really do love Greg, don’t you?” Hunter playfully licked at the center of my clit. “And yet, you’re going to let me have you. Because you can’t help yourself….”

I tried to close my legs, again, this time feeling deeply embarrassed. Shit. Why did Hunter have to say that? I knew that I loved Greg, and more importantly, I knew that Greg understood how much I loved him, too. But Hunter was making me feel so…wrong, for even wanting to ever do this.

Before I could call the whole thing off and grab my trusty vibrator, Hunter buried himself in between my thighs, passionately brushing his face against my clit, as he slid another finger inside of me, expertly moving them in and out of me as if he was fucking me with his cock.

I was coming for him before I even realized it, my hips rocking against Hunter’s face.

Shit…

Shit!

Fuck. Welp. There was no turning back now. I’d just let Hunter give me an orgasm.

He moved his head away from me, as he looked up at my face. “Are you allowed to suck my cock?”

I nodded down at him. He didn’t say anything after that, but I noticed that he was idly stroking his cock, getting himself harder and harder…

Seeing him playing with his own cock was making me so much wetter.

A part of me wanted to beg him to fuck me, please, Hunter, please fuck me…

Another part of me was attempting to rationalize my lust. Well, maybe if I just sucked him off, it would be okay. Greg would probably prefer for me to just have oral, anyways…

Suddenly, Hunter nodded to himself, before a grin came over his face. “I want you to ride my cock.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck you off?” My question comes out hopeful, that same, barely rational part of me wanting to keep things between us strictly oral based.

“No. I want to watch you on my cock.” That was the last thing he said, before cautiously moving my legs out of the way, as he laid down on the couch, himself. A minute or so passed, before I hesitantly got into position over him, with my hands pressed against his chest and my legs straddling his sides. I took a deep breath before reaching down for his cock, and slowly pulling myself up before gently lowering myself onto him. Hunter’s cock fit inside of me, perfectly, just like Greg’s…

Instinctively, I started to move my hips against Hunter, my body naturally responding to his cock, almost like he actually was Greg…

“Greg…” I was moaning out the familiar name before I could stop myself. When I heard the mistake bahis firmaları ringing in my ear, I frantically looked down at Hunter. “Shit! I’m sorry, Hunter–”

Hunter shook his head, as he forcefully grabbed onto my sides. “You’re taking so many cocks, you can’t even keep them straight, can you?”

“Fuck you!” My words were playful, as I let out a small laugh. “You know I’ve only been with Greg this whole time and, well…with you just now.”

“Mmhmm. And with me, huh? Because your pussy needs to be filled, doesn’t it? You need to be deeply fucked all the time, don’t you, baby?”

Uhm…

Was that Hunter’s version of dirty talk? And why was it working? I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock, as my hips moved faster against him, my body preparing to come yet again…

“You don’t even own your pussy anymore. Did you know that, baby? We own your pussy, Ashley. And we can fuck you whenever we want. Greg might fuck you before breakfast, but I’ll be inside of you by lunchtime.” He groaned, as I could feel his cock twitching inside of me. “You’re so fucked, baby. When we’re done taking turns with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

I was coming on Hunter’s cock, as waves of pleasure ripped right through me.

Shit.

Why was I so turned on by the thought of belonging to Greg…and Hunter?

Is that what I always needed? Two men to fuck me? Just to keep me satisfied?

I could feel Hunter’s grip on my waist tightening even further, as his cock spurted inside of me, filling me up with his cum.

“You’re really good at dirty talk.” I smile down at him, as I catch my breath between desperate pants for air.

“I wasn’t dirty talking, Ashley. As long as I have permission to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you. When you’re not his, I want you to be mine. I fantasized about fucking you for so long, but actually tasting you, actually being inside of you…” He shook his head, as he smiled back up at me. “I think I’m fucking addicted. Greg was right.”

“Wait…Greg was right? Did you…talk about this with Greg?!” My mouth hangs open in complete shock. “But earlier you were acting all surprised about everything!”

Hunter shrugged, before grinning, wide. “I just wanted to make sure that you two had really talked about it. I would’ve felt like shit if you thought you were cheating on him or if he’d backtracked and didn’t tell me. You’re still my best friend, Ashley. I don’t want to see you with your heart broken.”

“Aww. That’s sweet, Hunter. Maybe you aren’t so lame, after all.”

“And you’re really not so annoying when you’re stuffed with my cock.”

“Fuck you, Hunter!” I flipped him off with both hands. He started to laugh, before he gripped onto my waist again, holding onto me, hard, as he pressed his cock deep inside of my pussy.

I let out a small whimper, as my body enjoyed every single sensation that was coming from the feel of Hunter’s cock filling me up. I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. And at the same time, my body was still craving Greg, still needing to feel his hands on my body, too…

In the back of my head, Hunter’s words from earlier were playing on repeat:

You’re so fucked, baby.

As I leaned down towards Hunter, desperately angling my body so he could go even deeper into my pussy, I had a feeling that he was absolutely right.

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I’d been watching her for months.. tight little hottie, cute as a button, ass to die for, fine firm titties, even in uniform. She was on a different flight, but sometimes I’d see her at shift change or downtown. Every time I saw her, my cock would tingle and twitch, and when I saw her off duty… oh fuck, when it was summertime and she was dressed comfortable, watch out.

Saw her at work one time, I was attached to her flight for training. Fuck, she was hot. When she went into the break room, I found a reason to go in too. She was in there chitchatting with her friends, and I got a cup of coffee and just sat down to listen. I watched her without her noticing (I thought). So fuckin cute, her grin and her giggle made my cock twitch and my heart warm. Then she got up to wash out her coffee cup and head back out to work. Of course I needed to do the same thing, so as her friends filed out, I followed her over to the sink. She put her cup in the sink, then dropped the spoon she’d been stirring her coffee with onto the floor. “Oops,” she said, glanced back at me, giggled.. and did a knee-locked bend over to pick up the spoon.

Fuck. Just fuck. Even in uniform pants, her ass was so fucking perfect, curved. My cock filled, pressing against my loose uniform pants, tenting. She was moving slow, her back arched, her ass just, oh gawd, so fuckin perfect. She straightened, tossed the spoon in the trash, and came towards me. “Excuse me,” she said with a grin as she turned sideways to brush past me. Oh fuck… ass brushing past me, just grazing my cock. Fuck, did she giggle on the way out the door? Wait, she could have gone around the other side of the table down the middle of the room!

Out the door I went, down the hallway to the bathroom. Last stall, door closed, pants around my ankles, fat cock in my fist, fast furious stroking. I fired rope after rope of hot thick cum, balls tight, head thrown back, teeth gritted. FUCK such a hot little princess!

After I caught my breath, I went back inside and back to my position. I took my chair back, relieving the guy who had covered for me during my break, and sat down behind my trainee. He pretty much knew what he was doing, so I was free to scope out my little babydoll sitting down the aisle. She was working her position, fingers roaming over the keyboard, so I was free to scope her out. Fuck but she’s a pretty girl, and hot as fuck. My eyes were roaming up and down, even in uniform her curves were damn nice, but that face, those lips! My cock was thickening, stretching, full and hungry. Watched her through the mission, just loving the way she looked. Every time she took a break, watched her sweet ass wiggling down the aisle. Was it swinging more than normal?

I took some vacation time soon after. Spent time hitting the bars, which was usually what I did on vacation. It was early fall, still warm in the day, and a little chilly at night, but not what I would consider cold. Late in the evening, I was having a beer and leaning back against the bar, watching the dancers like I always did, and in came a group of people. Pretty common there, coworkers would get together and hit the bars. I glanced over and recognized a couple of people – oh fuck, it’s her shift! My eyes locked in, checking each person as they came in the door. Oh please, oh please.. YES! She’s there! fuckfuckfuck!!

I took a suck on my beer, trying to be casual, letting her pass me by without staring at her, at least not too obviously I thought. Like I could possibly keep my eyes off her. She flounced by, wearing a black trenchcoat looking affair. Well shit. At least I can feast on that pretty face, those luscious lips. Fuck, if I could just slurp on those lips, nibble on that neck.. my cock started thickening again, plum pulsing. Whoa but this little suckie could turn me on fast! She sat down at a table, getting a drink and chattering with her friends, sitting kinda sideways to me. I feasted on her. Even got a second beer, which was something I *never* did! The bar lighting almost made it look like she was glancing at me a lot, but I knew better. She was too fuckin hot to be paying attention to me!

I nursed my beer, watching their crowd from the corner of my eye. No way was I leaving, not with her sitting there. Then I noticed them finishing off their drinks, and a couple of her buddies walked past me to hit the can before they left. As they passed by, they were talking about the next bar. I tipped my beer and left, kaçak iddaa had to get there first. As I left, did I see her glance at me with a little disappointment?

I took up my post at the next bar. Got my beer and positioned myself to have the best view down the row of seats at the only empty set of tables big enough to hold them. It was at an angle facing slightly towards me; the end chair on one side was at about a 45 degree angle. As her crowd came in, I tilted my beer up but kept one eye on them. She glanced around on her way in, and I saw her eyes go a little wide as she spotted me. Shit… does she know? She grinned this little grin to herself, and proceeded to the only chair that was facing me, the one on the end. Her buddies sat around and across from her. I pulled up a barstool, I wasn’t going anywhere!

They got their drinks, and then a good song came on, and I almost poured my beer down my shirt. She got up to dance with her friends, and slipped her trenchcoat off. Fuck, slinky black dress, neckline low but not outrageous, but it was a wrap type thing, and that neckline could easily gap in my imagination. And fuccccck, the wrap separated in front, so I could see her delicious legs – oh FUCK yes, black stockings… groan!

Up to the dance floor they went, and were quickly swallowed up in the crowd. All I could see was her cute face, smiling and laughing. So fucking delicious, cute, beautiful, hot. Must be warm in that crowd, she keeps licking her lips. Fuck me, but all I could think of was watching a little bead of sweat run down her neck and down that smooth skin of her chest. Just seeing her dance and joke with her friends was thickening my cock quite well.

The song switched to the next one, and they all headed back to the table. I could swear she glanced my way, a wry grin lifting the corner of that – oh fuck I want to suck on it – beautiful mouth. She slid into her seat, then lowered her face to wrap her lips around the straw in her drink. With her face tilted down, she stared up at me through her lashes, her friends didn’t notice, and slowly.. slowly.. slid a leg away from the other.. she was staring at me, grinning, and my eyes were drawn to the gap in the front of her dress, half under the table, where no one but I could see. Calf, knee, oh god thighs… FUCK! WIDE LACE BAND AND GARTER STRAP oh FUCK my beer slipped from my fingers and crashed to the floor, smashing just as strong as my cock was jamming against the fly of my pants!

Heads turned my way, her leg casually slid back over, and a waitress glanced my way and grabbed a mop. I spun around to the bar, as much to get another beer as to hide the cockstand tenting my pants, and took a deep breath. Fuck me, this girl is gonna have me shooting my load over the top of my head tonight! I reached under the bar and adjusted my shaft so it wasn’t quite so obnoxious, and grabbed my fresh beer and spun back around to lust some more.

She was waiting for me.

She reached across the table to cuff her friend for some joke or something, and watching me out of the corner of her eye, swung her arm around in an exaggerated slow right hook, playing with her friend – but also making that gap down the front of her dress spread, and the spots shining around the room gave me a perfect shot of her black lace bra, just enough there to call it a bra. Fuck. Fuck. Now my cock was oozing juice, hard as fuck and throbbing. I was frozen. She shook her head at something her friend asked her, glanced at her watch and said something to them, then stood and announced her departure. Her friends all groaned (who wouldn’t??) but waved her off and turned back to their conversations. She collected her overcoat, slipped it over her shoulders, and locked eyes with me as she headed my way.

As she walked past, she feigned recognition for the first time. “Oh, hi!” she yelled loudly for the benefit of any of her friends who might be watching. Her eyes were intense. She came closer and moved between my knees. As she leaned forward, ostensibly to shout in my ear so she could be heard over the music, her lips met my ear, and as she said, “There’s an alley behind this club, be there in five minutes!” Her hand slid up my thigh and her fingers wrapped around my cock, which was thick and full from watching her walk my way.

She squeezed me, judging my size, and said into my ear, “I’ve wanted this for a long long time,” and her tongue slid into my ear. Oh fuck.. cock ROCK HARD RIGHT illegal bahis NOW, and she felt it. She leaned back, her eyes wide, and said, “I WANT.”

As she flounced out the front door, I caught my breath, tried to look cool, and watched the dancer on stage as I gave her time to make her exit. I knew if I headed for the back door immediately, her friends would notice, so I took a sip off my beer and imagined her on stage in that g-string, cock throbbing and juicing fiercely in my underwear. Oh FUCK but she’d look good up there, rolling that pretty sexy ass around, grinning down at me.

I swilled the rest of my beer down and hit the pisser. It was difficult getting my cock out through my fly, but I managed it, swiping my finger across the head of my cock and smearing my precum along my finger. Sucked my finger into my mouth, tasting myself and wondering what her pussy would taste like. Finished getting rid of that last beer and grabbed some paper, wet it to wipe the head of my cock and my shaft for her… dreams maybe, but if she wanted to suck on my fat knob, I wanted it clean for her!

I casually drifted out of the bathroom. Oh good, her friends were already gone! BEELINE for the back door! Went out into the alley, and fuck it was dark. Then I heard her, off to the side: “Come the fuck here!” Cock pulsed and started thickening again as I turned towards the sound of her voice. Ten steps down the alley, dark and deserted, and she reached out and grabbed my hand. “Come!”

Fuck yeah, followed her down around the bend. Still dark, but you could see out to the street. People going back and forth, walking past without a second thought. We could see them, they couldn’t see us (WHO CARES). She pushed me against the wall, pulled my arms inside her trenchcoat and planted them firmly on her ass, then wrapped her hands behind my neck and pulled my face down to hers. Nirvana! I grabbed her firm tight ass and pulled her against me, grinding her mound into my firm hard cock, our lips met and slurped, sucked, puckered against each other. Our tongues wrestled, sharing our breathing, moans, oh fuck I’m in heaven.. my cock grinding her mound, fuck I swear I can feel her heat, oh fuck she tastes so sweet, I can’t take this any more!

I spin her around, pin her against the wall. My elbows spread, opening her trenchcoat. I slide my lips down the side of her neck, feasting on the sweet smooth skin. She threw her head back and moaned as I slid down, running my tongue down the middle of her chest. Her titties will be mine later, I need that pussy, I need to taste her, I need to suck the cum from her sweet pussy!

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands around to grab her sweet firm ass again, and nosed apart the gap in her dress. She was kind of caught off guard, but as my fingers started kneading her ass, I used my nose to run through those sexy lacy panties, and ran it up and down her groove, breathing deeply, her essence making my cock into a granite lance, jumping, throbbing, juicing.. fuck me, she was fucking incredible! My fingers clawed into the waistband of those fucking sexy lacy panties.. oh fuck, they *ARE* a g-string! I yanked them down her thighs, in the back of my mind I registered that this hot little fuck bunny knows how to dress, she put the g-string on *over* the garter belt, so they’re still on when the panties come off! My cock lurched, and my mouth latched onto her sweet sweet juicy peach, fingers jamming the g-string into my pocket to keep forever, then returning to that sexy fucking ass, grabbing and pulling to me as I feasted on her.

Such a juicy sweet pussy, I could feel her fingers twining in my hair as my lips and tongue feasted on her, lipping, slurping, sucking, tongue deep in her hungry clenching pussy, lapping the juices out of her tight little groove, swollen thick pussy lips wrapping around me.. time to suck on her sweet pearl, lapping, licking, sucking, pursing my lips around her sweet love button, yes, baby, yes, I can hear your gasps and chirps, cum for me, cum in my mouth YES she jerks and spasms, my mouth, tongue, lips going nuts, sucking lapping eating she spasms and shakes, it’s time, I rise up fast and hard, my fingers automatically unzipping, my cock leaping out, as I rise up my fingers lock around her ass, her thighs spread and wrap around me, and FUCK my cock rams right straight up her hot hungry cunny, sliding down my fuckrod, my fat thick cockhead slamming deep into her pussy, her mound bahis siteleri rides down my rod and slams into my pubes as my lips find hers again, perfect synchronicity.. as her clitty slaps firmly into my pubes I save her from public embarrassment, because she cums, and cums hard, my balls swinging up and slapping her, my tongue twisted with her absorbing her scream as her pussy cums and cums around my throbbing cock..

We pause for the barest of seconds, both moaning into each others mouths. She’s off the ground, legs around my back, my cock driven deep into her, holding her up against the wall.. she looks into my eyes, pulls back just a bit, and says, “give it to me, fucking give it to me,” and locks her lips back onto mine.. oh fuck fuck fuck I start pounding my hips, fucking my cock into her sweet tight pussy again and again at breakneck speed, my toes digging into the soft dirt of the alley, my balls, dripping with her juices, slapping between the sweet soft curves of her butt over and over, my thick throbbing plum pumping up deep into her cumming pussy, stretching her out over and over as I fuck her like I’ve dreamed of over and over..

I can’t take it any more.. I have to fill her, I have to shoot her full of cream, I need to make her mine.. I drop my head down to her neck, on the way I tell her into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you so full of cream babydoll,” sucking and feeding on her sweet smooth neck I power deep deep deep high up into her pussy, she’s clenching and squeezing and cumming on me OH FUCK CUMMING CUMMING CUMMING shooting spurting fuck fuck fuck never like this in my life oh fuck cumming cumming cumming she’s cumming too we’re so hot juicy creamy oh fuck fuck our lips find each other again, kissing, cumming, creaming oh fuck please baby last forever yes yes yes..

Finally I jam my cock up her sweet fucking tight pussy one last time and hold there.. my cock pinning her against the wall. She’s still twitching spasmodically, and her pussy is chewing on my cock.. her pussy clenching slows a bit.. we both look deep into each other’s eyes, both of us panting and breathing hard like we just ran a mile..

“Oh fuck baby.. I’ve wanted you for so long,” she says, “what took you so long, asshole?” We grin and I flex my cock, and she jerks a little, feeling it.. she grins (oh gawd she makes my heart cum too).. and she says, “I want to taste us.”

Oh my fucking God.. I gently lower her to the ground. My fingers don’t want to leave that sexy sexy ass, but.. she squats down and licks her lips (my gawd this is impossible, I’ve found perfection) and she kisses the head of my cock, then laps a bit at my sweet spot. I spasm and flip around to get my back against the wall, or I’ll collapse. She follows me, looks up and winks, then she slurps the head of my cock between her lips and starts to bob, slurping up our combined juices. I can’t believe.. oh fuccck.. she pulls back and gives the head of my cock a kiss.. giggles and glances at the people walking past at the mouth of the alley.

“Think they’d like to watch?” she giggles, then pushes my (again rock hard) shaft up against my belly, and drops down, first licking, then lapping, then sucking my balls, one at a time, into her warm wet mouth, sucking and slurping.. oh fuck I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Her fingers roll my balls as she moves back up to my cock, and sucks my plum into her beautiful full lips. She seems to be sliding her finger back and forth through our juices, my cum mixed with hers around my cockshaft and my nutsack.. she looks up at me as she starts bobbing on my shaft again, the hunger in her eyes fucking unbelievable.. she pulls off, says “I WANT!” again, and slides my cock into her hot fucking wet mouth as she slides two fingers up my ass OH FUCK FUCK she hits my prostate and I’M FUCKING BLIND STARS ROCKETS FUCK FUCK FUCK CUMMING CUMMING oh motherfucker I’ve never cum like this before I CAN HEAR HER CUMMING TOO oh my gawd NEVER BEFORE my mind is exploding my heart is exploding oh FUUUUUUCK

i don’t know when i dont know how long i dont know where i am i recover and she’s in my arms we’re breathing in unison her trenchcoat is around us my arms are around her her arms are around me my face is buried in her neck her face is buried in mine we breathe we hold each other.

She says, “give me back my panties!”

I laugh, I say “Never!”

She says, “then you need to come up to my apartment to get the bra too…”

I answer, “only if i can give you a tongue bath from your forehead to your toes and back again!”

She says, “let’s go before i fuck you right here in the alley again!”

I say, “Lead the way, princess…”

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Mary Jane swallowed apprehensively as she helped Steven Cornwall pull his shirt off over his head, kick off his boat shoes, unbuckle his trousers and slide them down his legs. Her best girlfriend’s husband leered lazily at her. He pulled off his socks and dropped his briefs. Now he was as naked as she was with one difference. She held the envelope he’d just given her. Inside were five one hundred dollar bills that she would get for having sex with him. Across the room, Poppy Cornwall looked on with a benign smile from a club chair. Unlike the other two, Poppy was still fully dressed and sitting with an open laptop across her knees. The nude girl made a beseeching face.

“Relax, MJ,” Poppy responded, “Not a man in a thousand knows his way around the female body the way my Stevie does. He was trained by the best—my mother, in fact. Today you’re going to find out how sex can be when you’re not hooked up with some slacker dude. My guy is going to make you come and come again and again. You may even beg for mercy. And while he’s at it, I’ll take notes and afterwards you and I will have a little discussion about what other things you need before starting your exciting new career.”

It had begun a week before in the sauna.

*****

An hour of Pilates in the university gym left both Poppy and Mary Jane sweaty and tired so a trip to the sauna was in order to give their muscles a chance to relax and not be sore in the morning. As they threw their towels down on the cedar benches and splashed a dipper full of water on the hot rocks, Poppy looked at her friend.

“MJ, this class may be hard but what it’s done to your shape is a wonder. Girl, you are tight!”

Mary Jane dimpled. “Thanks, but all I’m trying to do is keep up with you. I can’t figure out why a chick that looks the way you do is majoring in Bus. Admin. and Finance. I’d have you pegged for either Drama or Media Communications. Somehow I can’t picture you behind a big desk in a pin-striped power suit.”

Poppy snorted. “And you’d be right on target. I’m not studying this stuff because I want to, MJ. I really wanted to teach primary kids but Mom insisted that the family firm needs financial acumen at the top. Grandmother O’Malley has announced that she is going into semi-retirement on her seventieth birthday so she can devote the rest of her working life to her charities. I happen to know that’s a big lie because she still has a few clients she is very fond of and she’ll still be seeing them but most of the administration will fall to my mother and I need to be at her side as an advisor.”

“So you won’t be confined to a cubicle for the next fifteen years? Good for you. And at least you’re married. All the rest of my friends are frantically trying to get internships with big corporations so they can ‘Lean In’ and make ‘Important Contributions’ before finding some other corporate type and starting a family. It’s really depressing. My mother is a lawyer; one grandmother is a judge and the other a doctor—hyper-achieving women run in my family clear back to Suffragette days and if I don’t look like I’m carrying on the same way I won’t be able to show my face at Thanksgiving.”

“So? What are you going to do?”

“Well, it looks like I’m going to law school. I scored really high on my LSAT and that looks less miserable than other options. It’s just that lawyers in big firms work such damned long hours! I mean, sixty-hour weeks can’t be good for you. When do you have a life?”

By now the sweat was really flowing down their faces and dripping off the tips of noses and nipples.

“Shower time,” Poppy announced and they wrapped themselves in the towels and headed for the cold water.

The next day Poppy sought out Mary Jane in the student cafeteria and plopped down next to her. “MJ, I’ve been thinking.”

“Now you’re getting dangerous, Poppy.”

“Always. Anyway, there isn’t any reason why you would have to fight to join some New York or Washington law firm. My father-in-law’s firm has been in practice here in the state capitol for over a hundred twenty years. They work reasonable hours and still make plenty of money. You could start interning with them, clerk your way through law school and then join the firm when you pass the state bar.”

“Oh, right. As if it were that simple.”

“MJ, Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho have been reciprocal clients with Gram’s since pioneer days. If I ask Papa Andy for something related to both companies he’d give it to me. Simple it is.”

“But Poppy, how does my going to work for your FIL’s law firm benefit whatever it is that your grandmother’s business does?”

Poppy stuck a carrot stick between her teeth, snapped it off and grinned wickedly at her friend. “You know, I think it’s time you paid a visit to Asphodel’s.”

*****

A couple of days later Poppy drove her jeep into the underground garage of the oppressively respectable Hotel Gentian but instead of finding a place to park, she drove to a big roll-up door and güvenilir bahis pressed a button on her key ring. The door opened and when she drove through, a tuxedoed, smiling valet stepped forward and opened each door and helped each girl out.

“Thank-you, Juan. Juan, this is my best girlfriend Mary Jane Hartwell. MJ, this is Juan Costada, Asphodel’s chief valet. Juan, be a dear and leave the jeep near the front. We probably won’t be more than an hour. I’ve just got to talk some things over with Grandmother.”

“Of course, Poppita, and you will need to get back to school right after that, no?”

“Not today, Juan. I only have class Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I just have to get back to the house and make sure Steve isn’t making a total mess of the kitchen. Great cook, my hubby, but the mess he makes? Sheesh!”

Juan laughed and drove the jeep away as the two friends walked over to the elevator and pushed the call button. It opened immediately. Inside, the controls showed buttons for two basements and five floors but instead of pushing one of them, Poppy took out a key and inserted it in a lock above the fifth floor.

“What?” Mary Jane looked puzzled.

“MJ, Asphodel’s isn’t the kind of place people can just ‘happen into’. A lot of people in this city know the name but most of them think it’s just a story.” The elevator rose swiftly through five floors and then past them. Then the doors opened. “However,” Poppy continued, “as you can see, it’s perfectly real.”

Mary Jane looked around, astonished. It looked as though they had arrived in the bar of a very expensive restaurant or possibly an exclusive private club. Rich carpet covered polished hardwood floors, inviting comfortable lounge chairs sat next to small drinks tables in front of paneled walls hung with fine art. An elegantly dressed, sliver-haired woman approached them.

“Poppy, darling!”

“Hi, Gram!” The older and younger women hugged tightly and them Poppy turned to MJ. “Grandmother, this is my best girlfriend, Mary Jane Hartley. MJ, my grandmother Azalea O’Malley.”

MJ shook hands under the warm smile of the patrician woman. OMG, she’s nearly seventy? Damn, I’ve got to learn how she does it. I’d kill to look like that when I turn seventy. “How do you do, Ms. O’Malley? This is a very impressive—office?”

Azalea cocked an eyebrow at Poppy who grinned mischievously and shook her head slightly. “Dear,” she said to MJ, “it’s not an office, it’s a bordello. In fact, if you were to ask anyone in state government or most of the major businesses around, it’s the bordello.”

Mary Jane was gobsmacked. “A—a bordello?”

“Yup,” Poppy laughed, “the oldest, most reputable and definitely most expensive bordello in the state. It’s been in operation pretty much continuously for over a hundred years. My thrice great-grandmother started it. It’s named after her.”

“Have you turned twenty-one, yet Mary Jane?” Azalea asked.

“Er, yes, last month.” MJ didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh good, there’s some excellent champagne on ice. Clarence, if you would be so kind?”

An immaculately dressed, muscular young man set three flutes on a table near several luxurious chairs and taking a frosted bottle pulled the cork with the merest whisper of escaping gas. Then, taking each glass in turn, he filled it up and handed it to each woman. Wrapping a linen napkin around the neck, he backed silently away.

Mary Jane took a sip and blinked in astonishment. It was like nothing she’d ever tasted before. As legend had it, she felt as if she was drinking stars.

“I brought MJ over so she could understand why it will be so easy to get her an internship with Papa Andy’s firm. She doesn’t believe me.”

Azalea flashed a smile. “Dear, skepticism is an excellent attitude for a budding attorney, especially here in the state capitol. When dealing with politicians always make sure you get paid up front, whatever you’re selling. However, the simplest way is to ask him yourself.” She looked at a diamond-encrusted watch that hung from the platinum chain around her neck. “Poppy’s mother is entertaining him, again, and they always like to take their time but he should be out about the time we finish this bottle.”

“M—m—mother?”

“It’s a family business, dear, and darling Andrew is one of Camellia’s favorite clients. Poppy’s rather fond of him, too.”

Mary Jane nearly choked on her champagne. She turned wild eyes to her friend.

“I sure am. Stevie and I had been fooling around all through high school but we’d never gone all the way before Mom started training me. By the time I had all the skills down, they set the price for my virginity at forty thousand. The bidding could have taken it higher but Papa Andy exercised a sort of right of first refusal to prevent me from getting deflowered by some complete stranger. He’s a wonderful lover. I can’t often talk him up here for an hour’s fun because he has some issues with bonking his daughter-in-law but I keep canlı bahis telling him, Stevie screws Mom, Dad does Mama Janey and he does Mom. Why the heck should he worry about fucking me?”

“And me, of course,” Azalea said smiling like a well-canaried cat, “I was his first and a man never forgets his first woman. Some time the three of us need to take him into one of the basement rooms and tie him to something. We could tease and tantalize him for quite some time before letting him go to chase us. More champagne, MJ?”

Her mouth and eyes wide with speechless astonishment, Mary Jane nodded and held out the glass. Alcohol seemed like a very good idea right now, lots of alcohol. Trying desperately not to drain it all at once, she took a good swallow and asked, “And this is the business you’re studying finance for?”

Poppy shook her head vigorously. “Oh no, Mom will run Asphodel’s and the rest of the family holdings—well, the trusts and various funds pretty much take care of themselves. What I’m going to eventually take over is the retirement funds.”

“Re—retirement funds?”

“Oh yes, ” Azalea raised an emphatic finger, “even with paying the house half of each fee, the young ladies here still bring down between four hundred thousand and a half million a year. They can’t legitimately spend anywhere near that, of course, even after taxes so it has to be managed for them. And managed it is. This way after a ten or fifteen year career here each girl owns her own home is some quiet town and has enough socked way in blue chip investments that she never has to work again, no matter how long she lives. It’s a serious responsibility and one that Poppy will take some years to learn before taking it on alone. Not that all of them move away. There are a few who come back after getting married and having a couple of kids and work part time, mostly for the fun of it.”

“Yeah,” Poppy interjected, “like my mother and MIL. Not that they’re the only ones.”

Azalea nodded, “Yes, there are a few of the local ladies who come in during the lunch hour as hobbyist courtesans. Ah, dear Mr. Cornwall!”

By now good and tipsy from three champagnes on an empty stomach, Mary Jane looked up to see a tall, well-built man in an impeccable blue pinstripe suit coming out of the hallway. Seeing them all, his face lit up in a huge smile and he swept toward them. He kissed both Azalea and Poppy though not in the manner MJ would have expected. Rather than the familial peck on the check Andrew Cornwall kissed both his daughter-in-law and her grandmother full on the mouth. It wasn’t precisely passionate but passion was an obvious option.

“Mr. Cornwall,” Poppy began, “this is my best girlfriend, Mary Jane Hartley. She has just received really high marks on her LSAT so she thinks she should go to law school. I think she should go to work for you as an intern until she finishes college. Then she can clerk for the firm until she passes the state bar. What do you think?”

Mr. Cornwall looked benignly down at the petite brunette. “Really? How high, Ms. Hartley?”

“Uh, one seventy-one?”

Mr. Cornwall whistled. “And you graduate when?”

“This is my junior year, sir.”

“And naturally you will apply to law school here. Well, I sit on the board of directors so there isn’t any point in your applying anywhere else; you will be accepted. So, yes, Poppy, I think she definitely should intern in Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho until she graduates. I’ll tell Mavis to expect you—Monday morning?”

Mary Jane’s jaw dropped. After a few gasps she managed to squeak out, “Monday after lunch? I have Advanced Rhetoric on Monday and Wednesday mornings.”

“Excellent. We’ll be expecting you. And Ms. Hartley, I don’t know what your wardrobe contains but do try to maintain as high a standard of professional dress as you can. Toodles.” And with that he strode into the elevator, closed the door and disappeared.

The rest of the champagne bottle and one more were consumed in celebration so the rest of the visit to Asphodel’s was a bit of a blur and as Poppy drove home, very carefully, Mary Jane turned to her and said between hiccups, “It really was that simple? I can’t believe it. Cornwall, Cordoba and Cho is the most powerful law firm in the state and you just got me an internship with them. How—how can I ever repay you?”

Poppy’s chin came up and she looked at her best friend slyly. “You really want to know?”

“Yes, I want to know. Poppy, you name it. If I can do it, I will.”

“You know, I really ought to get that in writing but here it comes. Mary Jane, since interns don’t get paid and you’ll need money to get through law, you’re going to go to work for me at Asphodel’s.”

“At—at Asphodel’s? You mean . . .?”

“The word we use is ‘courtesan’ MJ. Given the prices we charge, ‘ho’ doesn’t cut it.”

“But, but I could never do that! I mean, what if some really icky guy comes in?”

“Says the girl who woke up with Alf Greely the morning after Homecoming,” bahis siteleri Poppy’s tongue made a noticeable bulge in her cheek.

“I’d been drinking! You know that happens to almost everyone in college sooner or later.”

“Oh? And what was your excuse two weeks later when the two of you disappeared for a weekend? It couldn’t be that despite his being odd-looking, mega-klutzy and a totally clueless wonder Alf is a genuinely sweet person, could it?”

“Yeah.” MJ’s voice was barely audible.

“See, even the most unattractive men can have their good points. So it’s a deal. I got you in with Papa Andy and you work part-time for me. We’ll start tonight at our place. Steven’s going to pay you five hundred dollars for a good fucking. Of course, when you get up to Asphodel’s standard, it will be a lot more than that but five ‘C’s’ will do for a beginning.”

*****

The next morning Mary Jane dreamily wrapped a borrowed robe around herself and drifted down for breakfast. Poppy hadn’t been kidding. Once she had put the envelope in the nightstand drawer (“It’s traditional, girl,” Poppy explained) Steven had pulled her close. With one hand around her waist, the other had played gently with her bottom and everywhere it touched, heat rose and spread forward to her crotch. Damn, she told him. Every time some guy gets his hands on my butt, I’m lost. I guess every girl has her ‘on’ switch and that’s mine. She closed her eyes and arched her back.

Stevie delicately ran his tongue around the inside of the shell of her ear, breathing warmly. He worked his way down to the lobe, sucked it in and bit gently. She shuddered. The other hand slipped down to stroke and fondle the other buttock as he pressed her hips against his pelvis, bending her backwards.

The kiss that followed was long and hot. He gently bit and sucked her lower lip and the tip of her tongue before probing in to explore every corner of her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Steve lifted MJ off her feet and lay her down on the gleaming sheets. Climbing in beside her he took one modest breast in each hand to massage them before running his tongue tip around each nipple, sucking strongly on the areolas. Mary Jane gasped. He kept this up for a while and then started moving his way down her body, kissing, licking and nibbling. He spent a surprising amount of time at her belly button and she was amazed at how erotic that neglected part was. Finally, he moved between her thighs and slid his hands under her butt cheeks, pulling down and lifting.

That relentless tongue attacked yet again, running slowly up her labia, flicking back and forth. It reached the hood of her clitoris, vibrating that sensitive organ and making the girl gasp. Again he did it and yet again. Mary Jane felt her juices running and her labia swelled becoming full and rosy. When Steven thought her ready, he seized the now-erect clit between his lips and sucked hard. MJ convulsed. Unstoppable shudders wracked her frame and she cried out over and over. Poppy noted the fact on the laptop.

When the climax finally ended Mary Jane looked up at her client/lover to see a sly smile. He reached up and taking a small pillow put it beside her ass. “Lift,” he commanded. Once the pillow was under her Steven knelt between her thighs and lifted her feet over his shoulders. He ran his cockhead up and down her juicy slit and then, slipping a condom on (“The client always wears a rubber, MJ.”) plunged it into her. The sensation of this new angle of entry was new, interesting. Making short thrusts, Steven seemed to be hitting a place that first felt odd, then good. Suddenly MJ felt like she should be running for the toilet until wave after wave of orgasm hit. The girl, like most her age, had heard of the G-spot orgasm but had never experienced one. It was volcanic. Again Mary Jane cried out wordlessly and again her body writhed in ecstasy. Tears flowed from the intensity and still Steven drove on until in desperation she screamed, “Stevie, stop! Enough, already, stop. Please, Stevie?”

He withdrew and winked. “Roll over, woman, it’s my turn.”

Obeying, Mary Jane spread her knees as far apart as she could and arched her back, looking, Poppy though, very much like a cat in heat. Supporting himself with his hands on her butt, Steve drove into her with a growl. MJ grunted in response and then began to moan as he pistoned in and out, slapping his hips against her but loudly. MJ felt the tension rise again and then climaxed. This time the earth didn’t move but the smaller quieter orgasms repeated, rolling through her and sending her into a kind of hypnotic trance. She lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the pressure on her hips, the cock inside her sex and the wave after wave of climax. Finally, with a grunt Steven, too, climaxed and sat back on his heels. Mary Jane rolled up on one side and stared back at him groggily. And he paid me for that? That was the best sex I’ve ever had . . .

Sitting down the next morning at the breakfast table, MJ accepted the soup bowl sized cup of coffee Poppy poured her and took a healthy slug. Then, after a deep breath, she looked at her best girlfriend and asked, “Is Steve—I mean, does he always to that?”

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It wasn’t that I minded my husband watching sports all day. I just hated spending a whole day watching sports when we hadn’t seen each other all week. He had been out of town for two weeks. For me, a week without a man seemed like a month. We were free to satisfy our urges with others but after a couple of weeks without getting any, I always wanted to break the fast with my husband. The fact that he had finished off his business trip by fucking one of his clients didn’t sit well either. I would normally have been really mad because I had stayed abstinent but I really like watching him screw slight, Asian women. (Thank you iSight camera.) There is something about the way he just picks them up and puts them in the position he wants and the way they just lay there while he pumps them that really gets me going. And while skinny, this one had a pretty nice pair of breasts. The way they bounced and shook as he did his thing made me long to be bounced myself. I gave myself a pretty intense orgasm but there’s nothing like a man in the flesh.

Unfortunately, my current man in the flesh (i.e. my husband) was more interested in football. He had already taken my hand off his thigh and given me the “I’m watching the game” look twice. I wasn’t going to get anything until the game was over. If his precious Raiders could have at least been close to winning, I would have understood. But with the game over at half, I didn’t see why we couldn’t go home and get down to things. With nothing else to do, I got myself acquainted with the bar tender. He was pretty cute but he had his eyes planted firmly on the asses of the twenty-two year old waitresses running around in their bike shorts. As he continued to pour me beers, I continued to flirt. I was buzzed and getting hornier by the moment. My husband was so into the game he hadn’t noticed that I had ripped my Raider jersey at the color to create a lower neckline. I may not have the biggest breasts but men can’t help but look at any women’s chest where there might be some cleavage. “Screw the Raiders,” I thought. “My losing streak is going to end bahis siteleri today.” It was just a matter of who was going to be the lucky guy.

My artificial creation of cleavage had worked. The bartender set up shop in front of me and while he tried to sneak looks down my shirt, I turned to tequila to make the inevitable sex in a kitchen or closet more attractive. (I’m a bed girl by nature.) As I set my shot glass down, I caught him again trying to sneak a peak. I leaned forward to increase the amount of gap in the shirt, “They’re yours for the asking…”

He looked over my shoulder and said “What about your husband?”

I turned and looked at my husband. His eyes never left the screen. “I’ll go ask him,” I said and I got up. My buzzed logic dictated that I give my husband one last chance. Somebody was about to get lucky. It was all up to my husband to decide who.

I plopped down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. I was leaning in – about to inquire about whether he wanted to come in my mouth or on my face – but before I could utter even one word, he lurched forward and shouted some generic comment a guy makes when his team isn’t doing well. That decided it. The bartender was going to land this piece of ass.

I turned to head back to the bar and was stopped in my tracks. That fucker was hitting on another girl. I don’t care if she was younger than me, had a tighter ass and a perkier rack. I know my way around a man and this ass was tossing me aside for some girl probably named Britney who had never had a dick go more than an inch into her mouth. I was pissed. Pissed and horny. I wasn’t going back to sit next that ass of a husband and I couldn’t stand the site of Britney fawning all over that asshole bartender. It seemed a perfect time to head to the bathroom.

I walked around to the back of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. As I made my way down the hall, I noticed the hallway not only lead to the bathrooms but also to rather large poolroom. I walked past the bathroom door to check out poolroom. At 10:30AM on a Sunday it was completely canlı bahis siteleri empty – except for one man.

He was a big guy – about six foot two and he projected strength. He was wearing an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a white t-shirt with blue jeans and boots completing the ensemble. As my eyes ran down his body, I imagined what his thighs would look like flexing as he did me from behind up against a wall – hands on my hips with my face buried under my hair pressed up against the wall. As I snapped back into reality, I was acutely aware of myself. Not only were my nether regions moistening in preparation, my mouth was literally watering.

I tried to be cool as I crossed the room but the combination of the beer, tequila and absolute lust put a little swerve into my walk. I walked straight up to him, looked him in the eye and tore my jersey a little more. “Wanna a play?” I asked.

Thank god he wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. He immediately unzipped his pants and I immediately fell to my knees, sat back on my calves and shoved his cock down my throat. You know that feeling you get on your skin when you haven’t been swimming all winter and you jump into a pool for the first time, that’s how my mouth felt. In fact, that’s how my whole body felt. As I pulled him in and out of my mouth, I fought the urge to pull out his cock and rub it all over me. I wanted to feel it on my neck and on my cheek and on my back. I wanted to rub it between my thighs – feel in the crack of my ass.

I have deep throated plenty of men and he may have been the biggest but I’d never had less trouble putting a man farther down. I took my hands off his shaft and reached around with both hands to his ass. I began to pull him into my mouth all the while the need the feel that cock on my flesh growing.

I returned my hands to his rod and raised myself up. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and rubbed it on my face. I closed my eyes and moved my head back and forth as I allowed both cheeks to share the pleasure of touch with this monster. I rose up more and began rubbing it on my canlı bahis lower neck and chest. As soon as it brushed my nipple, a lightning bolt shot down to my pussy.

He must have had a similar sensation. He lifted me up into the air. The way he just threw me around reminded me of my husband the night before last. He set me face down on the pool table, pulled off my shorts and lowered my panties to mid thigh. Instead of impaling me, he lifted me up and pulled me onto him. He raised my hips to the perfect height for fucking me. And fucking me was what he was doing. I wanted to scream but held it in. There I was, floating in the air doggy style – wave after wave of electricity shot through my body with each thrust. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. I didn’t want to take much more.

With no apparent struggle, he rotated me onto my side. With both his hands under my left hip and only my left shoulder touching the pool table, I floated in the air sideways, as my eruption became eminent. I looked up to see him staring down at me. With each thrust, I grew closer. He never showed one sign of fatigue. He just stared at me. My whole body felt like it was about to explode. Sensing his body was about to do the same, I rolled back onto my stomach. I started grabbing for something. I usually needed something for leverage but his strength had negated that need. I just needed something to squeeze. God I needed to come but I was holding out and just as I thought I might not be able to hold on any longer, I felt his eruption begin. He pulled me onto him urgently but without strain. It felt like he was two feet inside me when my muscles all contracted at once and my back arched yanking my head off the pool table. His hand came up to my shoulder to hold me completely in place as he finished depositing his load. My muscles gave up on me but he hadn’t finished. He continued to hold me in place as he finished his thrusting. I was literally putty in his hands.

He finally released me and I collapsed onto the pool table. He lifted me back to my feet and I collected myself.

He smiled and said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to shooting pool.”

I smiled and walked away. My husband could take a lesson from this guy. After a screwing like that, I wouldn’t care if he watched football all day.

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THE FRENCH CLASS

Avery and Sara sat across from each other in the French class. They had both received detention for talking during class, which was utter bullshit. They got in trouble the first time because he was giving her a shoulder massage in class, and she was moaning out loud. The teacher forced the two apart and still they continued to talk, which left her no other choice. Sara was dressed in a black leather jacket, which looked way too old for her, and a leather skirt which looked ever older. Underneath her jacket was another story. Avery knew what was concealed under it. He wore a pair of navy blue Fubu jeans, and an orange shirt to match them. She sat working on schoolwork while Avery read a book. As he sat reading the book called “The Silent Blade”, the French teacher walked into the class.

“I have to go run some errands, so you are both free to go,” she said packing up her things. Sara was overjoyed by this, and started packing as well. The teacher walked out of the classroom. Before Sara could finish packing all of her things, she noticed Avery not moving or even acknowledging the fact that they were free. She continued to look at him until she realized he had a set of headphones on. She now noticed just how loud Avery was playing the music. She could tell it was Ludacris’s “Ho”, a song which she knew a great deal about, considering all the joking and comments people made about her in reference to the song.

“Avery?” she said trying to get his attention. Nothing. He sat there quietly, reading his book and listening to his CD player. She called him again, this time louder. Still nothing. She figured he was just ignoring her, so she put her backpack on, and started for the door. Avery, sensing movement near him, quickly looked to see her leaving.

“Where are you going?” he asked, taking his headphones from his ears.

“Madam said we could leave,” she replied. “I guess your music was too loud or something.” Avery placed his headphones to partially cover his right ear, and placed the heavy backpack bag on his shoulder. He looked at the page that his book was on. Page 276. He burned the page number in the back of his mind, and then closed it, and then placed in his backpack.

“I have to call my mom,” she said moving the hair from her face. Her hair was beautiful, but naturally curly. It was true that she could do nothing with it. Avery’s hair was cut almost to the scalp, the way he liked it. He sometimes dyed it, but he always took the color out after about three or four days.

“Well, I have my own mode of transportation,” he shot back jingling a pair of keys in his pocket.

“You have a car?” she asked. The sound was half surprised, half excited.

“Yeah. I got a car,” Avery said trying to calm her down.

“Will you give me a ride?” she quickly asked.

“Where do you live?”

“South Plantation. It’s not that far from here.”

“That’s, like, half an hour in the opposite direction that I’m going. But, yeah. Okay, I’ll drive you.”

“Thank you,” she said, flashing a cute little schoolgirl smile. Avery glared at her with demon eyes.

THE CAR

Sara followed him to the parking lot where his car, 2000 Nissan Altima, tan paint, twenties, and clean insides sat waiting for him. Sara’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

“This is your car?” she snarled. Avery put the key in the door, and turned it.

“Is it okay with you?” he said jokingly. She started laughing. He opened the door for her, and then closed it. He ran to his side, and opened the door. He got in, and put his seat belt on.

“I got to lay some ground rules on you. One, you do not touch my god damn radio. Second, you do not eat in my car. Three, drinks are allowed, but if you spill a drink in my car, I will make you lick it up, okay?”

“Yes, I got you!” Avery started the car, and drove from the parking lot. He sat at a red light peering at the clock. It read 2:34. Sara was brushing her hair. Avery started to play Boyz II Men, just to listen to some music. He was probably more frustrated now than before. He was just trying to get her home, and then go home, where he could be happy. As he continued to drive, he noticed Sara unzip her jacket. Sara had recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Avery had known her for four years and had watched her develop both physically and mentally into a brilliant young woman. She had a blue tube top underneath, and her large breasts were practically begging to be freed. His posture changed to hide his growing erection. The more she continued to fool around with her top, the harder he got. As she began to zip her jacket back up, she noticed his posture. Her nipples grew instantly at the sight of his long erection. Her pussy lips began to drool. She turned away from him, as to hide her breasts. Avery noticed her movement.

“Are you okay?” he asked, trying desperately now to hide his hard-on, which was now on fire.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little cold,” she said. They were both on fire, not just from how sexy they looked to each other, but from the knowledge that one another was turned on. Avery celebrated his eighteenth birthday the previous year. Sara knew how Avery felt for her and while she was flattered to be the object of his affection, bahis siteleri she knew nothing would ever come out of it. Sara could feel her chest burning up through the jacket, although she had claimed she was cold. She unzipped her jacket, and took it off. Her naked skin made Avery nearly bust a nut right there. She saw him adjust again in the seat. She smiled quickly at him. Finally, they came to a stop light.

“I guess we’re both kind of horny, aren’t we?” she asked, looking down at her nipples.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m a guy, I’m weak. When I saw you unzipping your jacket, I couldn’t help it,” Avery said, adjusting his position so that his erection could be seen by nearly anyone if they looked hard enough. Sara tried for a few moments not to look at it, but the sight of other cars did not entice her like Avery’s raging hard-on. She gave it her full attention then, admiring its length and large diameter. Her mouth began to water at the sight. Although she had only given a few blowjobs before, her mouth foamed over like she was an experienced cock sucker. She tried hopelessly to avoid it, but her inflamed nipples and swollen pussy lips got the best of her. Just before she could dive onto it, the light turned green, and she flew back into the seat. Disappointed, she turned away. Avery saw her turn away. As the second light came up, an idea came across his mind. When he stopped the car, he looked at her, and started to run his fingers through her hair.

She leaned toward him, trying to stay comfortable, but allowing him to play with her hair. Her eyes were closed, and her facial expression was that of absolute bliss. He looked at her lips, full and gratifying. He licked his lips, took a chance, and touched her lips with his. Her response wasn’t exactly what he expected; in fact, it was better. She pushed her lips forward a bit to meet his. Finally, their mouths were united, tongues wrestling with each other. Somehow, her hands reached the back on his neck, and his hands were around her waist. Just when nirvana was about to be attained, someone behind them honked the horn loudly. With their mouths still together, they looked at the light. It was green. He left her to drive away. Silence filled the car. Avery had no idea that she would like that so much. Sara was bewildered. Of course she loved to make out with guys, but with Avery it was different. She couldn’t make herself say something to him. She just stared down at her lap. Nothing more was spoken. Reality hit Avery that the music had stopped. All noise had ceased.

When they reached her house, he stopped. Sara hadn’t moved once since they kissed. Avery mimicked her head motion.

“Sara?”

“Yeah?”

“What just happened in here earlier?”

“I don’t know, but I liked it.” They looked at each other again. It wasn’t the same lustful look they once shared for each other. It was one of love and compassion. He took her hand, and kissed it.

“I hope this isn’t the last time we have a moment like this,” he said, rubbing her hand against his face. It was like every nerve in her body was in her hand, because she could feel everything in his body. She could feel his lungs rise and fall, his facial hair beginning to grow in, his brain beating with his heart, the blood pulsing through his veins, and his jaw moving with the words he spoke. She left her seat with lightning quick movements, and sat on his lap. The action caught Avery a bit off guard, but he quickly adjusted to meet her weight requirements. She took control, and received his hands in hers. She kissed the back on his left hand, and repeated the treatment to his right. Then, the same gravity defying, heart stopping, time ceasing moment happened again. Their eyes had met. It was almost like their eyes had grown lips, and were kissing. They weren’t moving. A person would have thought the two of them were dead, had it not been for their chests rising and falling with their breathing, which was also at one accord.

She took his large hands a second time, and spread the palm so that his hands were completely open. She wrapped her hands around his, and moved forward. The tissue on her chest was soft, large, warm, and a little damp from her sweat. They continued to look at each other, their eyes not moving. Besides their involuntary breathing, the only thing that was moving were their hands, again and again over her breasts. She took control again, and moved them up her top. Now, it was complete flesh on flesh. Sara’s nipples grew once again. A bead of sweat carved its way through her cells, down the front of her chest, in between her tits. It splashed on Avery’s hand, and evaporated. The car windows were slowly fogging. More beads of sweat left Sara’s body. Soon, Avery had sweat of his own to add to the pool they had started in the car seat. They never broke eye contact. After what felt like an eternity, Avery’s asthma started up from the lack of oxygen in the car. His cough fell downward, and the moment of bliss had finally passed. He took his hands back from her. She moved back to her seat, and collected her things.

“Thanks for the ride, Avery,” she said, quickly leaving the car. Avery sat in awe for a few moments before he realized what had happened. His neck gave out, and his head hit the steering wheel. He turned canlı bahis the car back on, and drove away.

THE COMPUTER

Avery sat in his computer chair, trying to collect whatever thoughts he had in his mind. He began to sign online. He wasn’t going to check his email, because he didn’t want to see Sara there, or he might go crazy. When the computer said he had mail, the lump in his throat nearly choked him, like earlier that day. He clicked it, and sure enough, there was one e-mail, and it was from Sara. He gathered what wits he had left, and clicked it.

Hey Avery. What’s up? Listen, I don’t exactly know what happened today in the car, but like I told you earlier, I did like it. So then, where do we go from here? I don’t know the answer to that question, either. You kind of ruined the moment earlier by coughing. It’s okay, though, because I doubt if one of us hadn’t done something, you would have been touching me until my mother came home. Well, I hope to see you again tomorrow in class.

Luv Always,

Sara

Avery leaned back into the chair. He didn’t know what to think. He could still feel some remnants of her lips on his. He touched them for no particular reason. Thinking nothing of it, he logged off, and went about his runs.

THE MOTORCYCLE RIDE

It was a cold night, a little cooler than usual. Not many cars occupied the road. In the distance, you can hear the roaring of a motorcycle engine. Avery rode on the motorcycle, breaking the speed limit. He had nothing in particular on his mind. It was a month removed from Tony and Sara’s kiss and it had devastating affects on their relationship. He had given up on Sara permanently, and he had no plans of looking for another girl again. Sure, he had met quite a few girls his Senior year, some of which he found very attractive, but he felt that friendship was more important to him than having a girlfriend. Realizing a few things, he remembered why he had given up on Sara.

As their Senior year in high school progressed, Sara had developed a crush on him. Avery was too blind to see that, and while he was trying to get her off his mind, she wanted him. As the school year grew to a close, things happened that would change him forever. Instead of asking Sara, like he should have, he asked a girl named Jenna to be his girlfriend. Jenna was nineteen, older than Avery. Of course, she turned him down. Realizing that he really loved Sara, he tried things with her, and received no answer. Later, he would learn the answer. She had also given up on him and grown close to Richard, the guy every girl swooned over. Feeling abandoned, he bottled up his feelings, and tried to hide in the comfort of a pair of headphones. The last attempt came a few weeks later. She replied to him that things could work, but it would require change that neither one of them were ready to make. Once again, feeling abandoned, he drowned his feelings in a pair of headphones. This e-mail, however, gave him a sense of closure. What he had tried to attain he been done. She would always be his, just not in the way he wanted. He let it go, trying to save whatever part of his heart he had left. Others would come, but none of them had as much impact on him as Sara. She was his first true love, and she was also the one that got away. After enough growth had occurred, he made a promise to himself. If he ever felt the way he felt for Sara for another girl, he would not let her slip through his fingers. Of course, it would be hard, but his heart had grown stronger since then.

There had been many examples of how trying to date a close friend had failed him. Though Avery waited until it was eighteen to begin dating, he found himself attracted to so many women that he practically asked out any girl who gave him the time of day. He thought long and hard, and finally remembered one very painful one. Once, he asked his friend, Dianna, and she had turned him down. Dianna had the same birthday as Jenna and was a close friend of hers. In fact, that’s how Jenna and Avery met. His asking Dianna out ruined the friendship. There were some attempts to get them to talk again, but they all failed. There was a deep void that developed between them since that time, and it didn’t seem like it was closing anytime soon.

Soon after Dianna, Avery sought solace in Erin. After he could open his heart, perhaps even one last time, he let Erin know how he felt about her. Erin was an eighteen year-old blonde beauty with brains to match. Sadly, her parents would not have it because he was black, and they didn’t like the idea of their daughter dating a black guy. Despite that difference, the two continued to love and care for each other. Occasionally she would stay after school with Avery and listen to him sing. He remembered the kiss he had given to her recently. It was her first kiss, which she enjoyed a great deal. But for Avery, it was just a kiss.

Strong friendship played a role for Avery and Hally. They had been friends since 7th grade when she first moved to the area. She would never date Avery because he was such a good friend to her. He loved, cherished, and valued her friendship. She was the kind of person that you could tell anything to, and she wouldn’t go behind your back, and tell someone else about it. He felt lucky to güvenilir bahis have her. Now, in Senior year, Hally had just recently turned eighteen, and held a small party. Avery attended, only to leave minutes later noticing both Sara and Jenna were in attendance.

Since the beginning of Senior year, there were three new transfers that Avery thought about. First and foremost, there was Jessica. Her parents came from Cuba. She was one of the most popular girls in school. She was eighteen, spoke multiple languages and held parties at her house almost every weekend. She generally seemed to want to be his friend, but Avery has been unreachable because he was afraid he would end up liking her. She had the face and body to be a model, though she barely reached five feet. She had that wondrous Latina brown skin, one of Avery’s favorites about a woman. He did want to get to know her, but for some reason, he felt like there was something deeper and darker inside of her that he didn’t want to know about. Next was Kirsten. Kirsten was a tall brunette with long, slender legs and a tight waist. She transferred from Illinois and was older than most students in their grade. She had an hereditary autoimmune disease that held her back from school at least a year. Approaching graduation, she was nineteen years old and well on her way to turning twenty. Avery had a short-lived crush on her before he realized he knew very little about her.

So, he wrote her a note, and told her that he’d get to know her a little better. Of course, she had a boyfriend. He learned a valuable lesson then; never hit on a taken woman. It was okay, though, because he really wasn’t trying to get her to date him; he just wanted to know her a little better. Although they do have a small, yet sturdy friendship, he felt there was something not being said by both sides. Something that each of them share that he couldn’t seem to figure out. The last of the girls was Susie, another transfer from another part of the state. As graduation approached, she had just recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Avery did not attend, despite being invited. He really liked this girl at one point, although she had a short lived dating relationship with Richard. What she really saw in him is beyond him. He did ask her out, and she turned him down because she didn’t want a boyfriend at the time. Finally, he let it go. There were all sweet, young, beautiful women that Avery would love more than anything to get to know, but his hormones were raging. He didn’t know if he actually had feelings for any of them or if he was just being persuaded by his manhood.

All these thoughts swam around Avery’s head as he drove down the empty road. It was very unusual for the road to be so empty, he thought to himself. As he looked around, he saw three guys pulling on a woman in the shadows. He quickly pulled his bike into the parking lot, and downed off the engine. Two of the men went to attack him, while one started away with the girl to a car. Avery acted quickly, though, using his eight year advantage in martial arts against them. One tried to punch him. Avery caught his fist in his hand, and pounded his fist into the guy’s stomach. He felt to his knees, gripping his abdomen. The other tried to punch him, but Avery moved out of the way, and kicked him in the jaw, sending him collapsing backward. Afterward, he ran for the last man and the woman. He could now see that she had curly brown hair, but he couldn’t make her face out. The man threw her to the ground, and pulled out a knife. Avery readied himself for it. Almost like lightning, the man lashed out toward Avery. Even faster, he grabbed his arm, knocked the joint upward, forcing the knife to fall from the man’s hand, and then threw him over his shoulder. The man nearly fell unconscious from the punishment. When Avery turned around, he saw it was Jessica. He looked again at the man, and it was her Brock, her boyfriend. Seeing these things made Avery tense. He gave Jessica one last look before he left.

What was going on? He figured he would never know. The driveway was dark and empty as he pulled into it. He silenced his bike, and opened the door. His mother was out at work. Inside, it was just the same as outside, dark and empty. He turned on some lights, and walked upstairs. On the way, he greeted his dog that lay asleep on the steps. He reached the second floor, and let down the stairs to the attic. He walked upstairs, and found that it was the some as downstairs and outside, dark and empty, except for his bed, television, library of video games, DVDs, and books, his laptop, and his computer, which for some reason always remained turned on. He walked over to it, and turned on some music. He had only one thing on his mind, and that was the incident with Jessica. He wondered why Brock was being so forceful with her. Perhaps they were drunk or had some kind of fight and Jessica overreacted. She was known throughout the popular ranks as being a bit of a drama queen, but figured she would spread some light on the subject. He knew that the next day was an A day, and he saw her third block. He dropped the subject for the time being to concentrate on the computer. Once he signed online, he heard “you’ve got mail”. He clicked the mailbox, and it revealed only one message from someone he thought would never e-mail him again. It was from Sara. It didn’t have a title. Not caring for it, he just closed out the box, and signed off-line. Sighing, he lied down in his bed and went to sleep.

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Sitting in a food court at Pat Henry Mall he feasted on a chicken sandwich and fries while she got a slice of pizza and also fries. They sat down for an express lunch since she had a report to work on and he had a shift at the office (many reports). It really was beginning to look like this thing they had, a fireball of sex from the start, was about to turn into something of a relationship.

But a halter hit today, “I won’t really be able to get together until Thursday night, but I do want to see if we could make some plans for Thursday night.” So in communicating their cause could advance.

“Did you want to do something Friday, too. I don’t think I told you – it’s my birthday.” She fingered her crust while looking down at the tray. Maybe she was a bit nervous about the reply, maybe it was a test of interest.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m working again that night, I can do a lunch like this in the daytime…”

His interest and his offer was enough for now, “OK. That’ night’s just as well anyways, I’ve set up something for the evening, gift for myself.”

“Oh, really. A date?”

“Well, I guess, well. You remember I told you something went missing from my room?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I know a little 22 year old bitch who has that and some other stuff to atone for.” She said and folded her lips down over her straw to take a long drink.

“Oh, OK, I get it. Well on that thought, maybe with Thursday night we could finish settling certain scores ourselves, but if you’d rather not because of your birthday …”

“No, no,” she was afraid now that her seriousness bahis siteleri was at test, “let’s…” a sigh and eyes closed, “… Let’s get this done. I told you I’d do what it takes, now let’s get it taken care of.”

“You sure?” She nodded, so he added, “OK, I’ll need you to write something down that you need to have ready and typed that afternoon…”

On Thursday, early, she was at a class, which he knew about, when he went by her place. He wanted to set some things up. His knock was met by a sleepy-eyed roomie wearing only a baseball shirt, unbuttoned but held together, and skinny yellow panties. She waved fumblingly for him to come in and stepped aside for him. Seeing it was him she no longer felt the need to even try to hold the shirt closed, but still did keep her eyes pinched thight against the streaming light of day. He explained what he wanted to do there just then and Lynette, in a weak version of her usual prance, escorted him to the bedroom to point out the appropriate drawers in the dresser. Lynette bent to open one drawer for him and the shirt edged up over her buttocks. He swore to himself at the sightly view she gave him – albeit clad in panties, this was a fine ass and he could just make out the shapes of what else was there. He sorted through picking out the clothes he needed the girly to have for the night, and lay an outfit out on the bed with a note that simply said ‘wear these’.

“Okay, Lynette, I’m off, thanks.” He called into her room, but from the hall he teasingly added, “I uh, I heard that y’all had some sort of burglar who is being brought canlı bahis to justice tomorrow …”

“Ha Ha!” Sardonically and tiredly the reply eked out of the dark bedchamber, then, “Hey, come here.”

Not knowing why he did as he was bidden, “Hmm?”

“You remember what I told you I was working on?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, my pussy. I wanted her vibrator to try to train my pussy to accept bigger things, I mean it’s a big vibe, and all.”

“Uh, does that really work that way?” He questioned but with a skeptical smirk. He had stepped inside enough to see her, shirt now off, laying face down. The bed seemed gigantic with her form in it.

“Well,” she rolled her head his way, then rolled and scooted to lay on her side propped on an elbow, “I don’t know. You’d have to see to tell me.” Already exposing her small breasts for him she then reached down to her panties and moved the crotch aside, “Can you come look?”

Always amazed at these two girls’ openness he did climb onto the bed to get a look and using his finger he probed her labia apart. Well, for starters her labia were … looser and closed better over her inner vagina. He hummed, “Hmm,” as he feigned an analytic aire for a second and, yes, it seemed her opening, though still only wide enough to accept a couple of fingers, was doing so fleshier. He was still skeptical that this was the way to go about what she sought, but her self articulation seemed to be perhaps bringing some … swelling. He told her it seemed that she maybe had made a little difference, “Is your boyfriend helping you at all?”

“Well, güvenilir bahis he’s sorta unaware of the, um, project” He wasn’t used to Lynette’s voice’s morning tones. Normally higher pitch, this morning sound was comparatively husky, perhaps smoky, “besides his size is not really a challenge.”

“So are you still going to work on it?”

“With your help,” she lay back still holding the panty aside, “If you’d oblige?”

He answered by simply opening his jeans and climbing onto her fully. When his already attentive penis made the barest contact with her he paused, “How about a condom?”

“We don’t have time and I don’t have one, let’s just do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mr. if you don’t put it in me and gap my cunny now…”

With that he pressed in all at once, “what a difference a little moisture makes.”

“Shh, let’s just do it, really I’m going back to sleep soon,” she said though even this little bit of play had her pretty much awake.

They fucked pretty much straight forward, missionary, though to enhance his work she brought her ankles up to where she could hold them. Still very tight, but her was sure he wasn’t hurting her this time as he settled with a nice even stroke and with an inch or two short of fully penetrating her. After cumming he cleaned off with a washcloth which she followed up with though she fingered out a bit of his excess, which he was becoming accustomed to seeing her do, and licked her finger clean.

She lay back on her elbows and demurred a sigh and a “Thank you.” And he noticed she was going to lay back down without even adjusting her panties back. “Lock the door back.”

“Hmm, OK.” And he left. She did fall asleep quickly after turning on the remote ceiling fan which soothed her warm-rubbed vagina – not so raw this time.

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All participants in this story are over 18 and any resemblance to people living or dead is fully in the mind of the author. Another story I wish was actually me but is just a product of my imagination.

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The long drive had been tiring for both of them. Leaving early in the morning to beat the snow they were now only a short distance from the rented lodge but the weather had made a sudden turn for the worst a short while ago. It was heard to see and he was forced to hunch over the steering wheel looking out through the windshield as the defroster labored to keep the ice off and the wipers fought the sleet.

“Not much farther now I don’t think” Ryan said looking over with a tight grin at Violet. She was bundled into her heavy ski-jacket, hands white knuckled and clenched in her lap. She hated driving in bad weather and these mountain roads didn’t help matters.

They had been coming on ski vacations like this every few years since they were in high school. This was their first time back since they had finished university over two years ago. They were meeting two other old friends up at the chalet so it was planning to be a great weekend. If they could just get there through the inclement weather everything would be great. The trips were an exciting time with many great stories still being brought out years later at the few times when the friends could all get together.

The tires slid along the road as he coaxed the rental Jeep around a slow curve. For a moment they locked and put the car into a slide but Ryan managed to correct the skid and force the car around. Over the sound of the laboring wiper motors the radio was giving the weather report.

“The Cascades are seeing record snowfall and there is a storm warning for the Groom Mountain area. If you are traveling in this area please drive carefully and if you can stay off the roads until tomorrow when the plows have had a chance to get through…” the reporter was saying, merely confirming what they already knew.

“We are almost there, Vee. No reason to worry.” Ryan said, trying to stay positive even though he was a bit nervous about the drive as well. Vee was what he had called her since they had taken French together and he had heard the teacher call her Vee-oh-let. It had stuck.

“I’m okay Ryan, just keep your eyes on the road” her feet were pressed stiffly against the floorboards and he could see she was very tense. He resolved to get them there as safely and as quickly as possible. He put his mind on the road and powered on through the snow. The 4×4 more than was able to handle the last few inclines and within about ten minutes he saw the sign for the rental lodges.

“We made it!” he grinned. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

They pulled up to the main cabin and Ryan left the Jeep idling while he went in to confirm the reservation and get their keys. He came back about five minutes later and climbed back in.

“Well I have good news and bad news…” he said, “The good news is that they already have a fire going in the cabin to warm it up, the bad news is that Kris and Kate called ahead and they got stuck at the bottom of the mountain and can’t make it up until tomorrow. So it’s you and me, lady. Good thing we left early.”

They pulled the Jeep around the bend and stopped in front of the cabin. Within a few minutes they had the skis, groceries, and their other essential gear unloaded and inside the cabin. It was nicely appointed. It had thick rugs thrown across hardwood floors, a cheery fire burning behind a glass screen in the fireplace. There was a small fridge and freezer in the kitchen that was quickly filled with groceries, beer and the wine Violet liked.

Once they settled in Ryan started putting together a meal. They had been on the road most of the day and both needed to recharge. He expertly chopped vegetables for a salad and threw frozen lasagna into the oven for them to eat. He then cracked a beer for himself bahis siteleri and a bottle of wine for Violet and brought her a glass.

Violet had finally begun to relax from the stress of the drive up. She accepted the glass of wine with a nod of thanks and went to poke at the fire while he worked. She wasn’t much of a cook and knew to leave him to his own devices. Their friendship had long since gone past the point of needing to fill the air with chatter so they worked and sat in comfortable silence while the fire crackled and they waited for dinner to be ready.

Dinner was soon ready and they moved to the small table in the kitchenette to eat. They chatted about their lives and pretty much everything under the sun. As old friends often do they began to talk about much more intimate things in great detail. They talked about their most recent sexual experiences and dating mishaps. It turns out neither of them had been seeing much action with their active jobs taking up so much of their time. The drink and trusted companionship served to loosen them both up immensely and it felt almost like high school again. This added to the strangeness of just the two of them in the cabin instead of part of a larger group added an air of newness that had them both feeling charged.

Hours later, by around 9PM they were both seated in the living room. Violet was covered with a soft blanket lying on the small sofa with Ryan holding a beer leaning back against the front of it. He got up to go check the fire again, poking at the logs. A loud pop startled Violet and she started awake, sitting up, looking around blearily before again pulling the blanket up over her and curling up.

Ryan chuckled at this and went and turned off the little light in the kitchen, leaving on the bright light from the fireplace to illuminate the cabin. He then made his way to sit back down against the sofa. He put his beer down beside him and also began to watch the fire.

He was not sure how much time had passed when he opened his eyes. The fire had burned down significantly and was now just glowing embers. It was quiet in the cabin and as his brain tried to make sense of what woke him he felt a hand stroke his neck. It was Violet.

He froze.

Vee had never shown any interest in him despite some general flirtatiousness that was a part of her nature. This was new. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or not so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hand on his neck and ears. If he didn’t move he wasn’t taking advantage of her sleepiness, he thought guiltily but smiled. It would be hilarious if it turned out that Vee was a “groper”. A term they had devised in high school that was used to describe someone who was extremely touchy-feely when they slept. He laughed to himself.

After a few minutes of this her arm moved awkwardly to encircle his neck and her hand continued to stroke his chest. He tried to steady his breathing. She had very good hands. She nuzzled her face up close to the base of his neck and made contented sleepy sounds.

In the darkness Ryan couldn’t see that her eyes were wide open. She had been asleep earlier but had woken up a short while ago. Violet found the entire idea of them being stuck in the cabin alone together to be highly exciting. She had been having rather erotic dreams on that subject when she had woken to find him asleep, the fire down low.

She wasn’t sure if Ryan would be up for anything as he had never shown any interest in her romantically but she hadn’t been with anyone in awhile and it felt good to touch him.

It was harmless fun.

She ran her hand across his chest and stroked his side as she hugged him. He smelled very good, a light scent of vanilla; he always had the best colognes. She snuggled in even closer and began to breathe on the small of his neck. She kept the breaths deep to continue the illusion of sleep. She felt his hand rise up and stroke her arm and she almost stopped moving, canlı bahis but to do that she would need to “wake up” and she wasn’t even sure if he was even still awake. She decided to keep going. His hand was gently rubbing her forearm as it held her hand and arm against his chest.

His hand slowly slid down to hers and began to stroke each finger, pinching lightly at the tips then moving back up to stroke again. It gave Violet goose bumps. This was the most intimate she and Ryan had ever been. She leaned forward a bit again feigning a sleepy sound and kissed his neck softly and sensually. She did it just the once.

Ryan pretended not to notice but he did press her hand to his chest just a little more firmly as she stroked him through his light fleece shirt. Had she just kissed his neck? He could feel his erection swelling in his jeans. Oh god! I will be in so much shit if she wakes up. His mind was racing.

He shouldn’t be doing this. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to get up and carry her into the small bedroom and put her to bed before too much more happened. He got ready to do just that.

Violet felt him tense and sensed he was truly awake. Playing her part to perfection she let her hand slide sleepily until it was just on his waist at his side. She moaned again and hugged him a little. She didn’t want him to know she was awake and she began to think the kiss had been a step too far. But part of her was still thinking of what it would be like if it went further. She let her hand rest there until he appeared to settle again. After awhile she then opened her hand on his thigh and began to run it back and forth along the outside of his leg. She leaned in and kissed his neck again.

This time it was Ryan that moaned. He couldn’t help it. This entire scene was too erotic. It was just a little one but it startled her just the same.

Even if he was asleep she was definitely having an effect on him. Her hand roamed back up to his chest lightly and again his hand found hers, stroking her soft skin. She was beginning to sweat a little under the warm blanket, her own excitement rising and she didn’t want to stop.

Taking a chance she slid her hand down his chest and over his stomach until it reached the waistband of his jeans. She let it rest there for a moment and then began to probe a little with her pinky finger, almost absently.

Ryan was out of his mind with the idea of Violet touching him but he didn’t have the willpower to get up anymore.

Violet’s hand moved into the waistband of his jeans but couldn’t get inside due to the awkward position; she made a frustrated sound and popped the button as if she had just been thwarted at something in her dream. She put her hand onto his now hard cock and leaned into his neck giving yet another contented sigh as she stroked him through his underwear.

“Violet, you are awake aren’t you?” Ryan said as she stroked him, feeling himself grow even harder.

“Not awake. Asleep. Quiet time now” she said, muffled by his neck, as she gave him another kiss trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

He turned his head to object to what was happening but she met his words with a kiss and clamped down sternly on his package, continuing to stroke it. They kissed for a short time and then he broke the kiss looking into her eyes. “Pretend your dreaming…” she said to him in a whisper.

She lay back down and peeled the blanket back so he could join her on the couch. He moved next to her and began to kiss her, as their passion grew their kisses grew to include necks and ears as well. Violet’s hands became entangled between them and she forced herself into a sitting position next to him. She rolled half on top of him and pressed him back down into the sofa kissing him wetly, her tongue moving into his mouth as her hand walked down his body to again grasp his hard penis through his underwear. A wet spot had developed and she ran her thumb over it knowing it güvenilir bahis would be the sensitive head of his cock. She slipped her hand into his underwear as they kissed and his hands went to her bra clasp. They fought with each other’s clothing as they kissed, sitting up to remove her shirt and bra, lying back to get his pants, socks and underwear off before finally removing her pants.

“Stay right here” he said jumping up and padding across the floor to the one bedroom. The sounds of carnage came from the darkened room and a moment later he came padding out with the single mattress and some blankets and threw them on the ground before the fire. He looked so cute that she didn’t have the heart to tell him that the sofa was a pull-out.

“My hero” she laughed and pulled him down onto the mattress. It was strange. They both were nervous but it was still so comfortable.

Never one to stand on formality he threw her back on the mattress pressing her hands down as he laid his body atop hers. He could feel how wet she was and he hadn’t even touched her. He kissed her deeply and then began kissing his way down her body. He stopped when he reached the junction of her thighs and he immediately put his lips to her clitoris. He knew that she was very aroused already and his experience told him that she wasn’t looking for hand-holding curtain rustling sex. His tongue worked gently at her lips and clitoris as he ran his hands up to her breasts. He kissed her softly on the inner thighs; her hands were entwined in his hair as she moaned.

He buried his face into her wetness and thrust his tongue into her. He then replaced it with his fingers as he moved them in and out of her. He turned his hand over and began to gently massage the flesh on the inside of her vagina. Softly and rhythmically he worked eventually taking his mouth away and just concentrating on using his fingers to bring her pleasure. She arched her back on the mattress and thrust herself against his hand until finally she gave into her orgasm. He leaned in and gave her another lick just to see her jump a bit then moved up along side her.

“Good?” he asked, knowing smugly that it was. She hit him on the arm. Reaching down she grabbed him hard by the cock once as she sat up panting. “Bastard, you know it was.”

Walking forward on her knees she leaned forward onto the couch and looked back over her shoulder at Ryan. “Please fuck me” she said wiggling a little bit.

He positioned himself behind her and reaching forward grabbed her by the hair pulling back, forcing her to arch her back. He then slid his cock up and down her wetness before moving forward, sliding it in. He groaned as he pushed himself into her. She arched back against him so that he was deep inside of her. They say like that for a few minutes until he was sure he wasn’t going to come immediately. He then began to thrust inside of her. Smoothly his cock moved within her, his thrust growing stronger as she pushed encouragingly back. His grip on her hair was relaxed and he let go of her so he could put his hands on her ass and watch himself moving in and out. Violet pushed her head down onto the couch and then reached back between her legs to rub her clitoris. She knew that Ryan wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

He leaned forward as his thrusts became more urgent. She began to moan more loudly in time with his thrusts. He pushed himself up so he could kiss her back and then reached around her leg and back between her thighs so he could feel her fingers moving on herself. Their fingers moved together slickly and his thrusts became slower but more powerful.

With a final thrust he cried out and came within her. He held himself against her ass unwilling to move, it felt so perfect. He gave a few more gentle thrusts as she moaned happily. He kissed his way down her back until he was able to pull out of her without falling over. She then laughed quietly; head down on the sofa but looking back at him.

“It’s funny. We could have been doing this for years…”

He was stunned by the realization.

He could only nod and laugh helplessly as he then joined her next to the sofa and they cuddled up together.

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Gina’s eyes caught Sue’s hate-filled glare as Sue stepped out of her car. She looked strung out and Gina wondered did she cause this accident today by having sex with Sue? Gina felt an arm on hers, she looked up to see her sister Deanna standing next to her.

“What happened to Mary?” She asked Gina looking at her long time friend laying in the road.

“It was a very powerful discussion today, things came out today that will change everyone’s lives. Including mine.” She told Deanna with tears filling her eyes.

Sue ran up to Gina grabbing her by her white jacket. “You bitch! You caused this! You made me hit her! You are no better then a man who wants to fuck em and leave em!” She screamed as she shook Gina.

“Stop it! I am sorry I hurt you Sue.” She cried as she broke away from Sue and everyone’s eyes were now on both women.

Gina bolted down the sidewalk seeking safety from the accusations. She ran to the parking lot to the safety of her car finding a single red rose on her windshield. She slowly picks the rose up holding it close to her face as she takes in the sweet aroma. A smile came to her face when she saw Peter’s reflection in the window.

“Need a friend at the moment?” He asked her.

In a soft-spoken whisper “Yes, please.” She said with a slight smile and teardrops rolling slowly down her cheek.

They drove for miles until they reached a resort out of the city. The resort was secluded in a wooded scenery sitting next to a beautiful lake where they rented a boat to take out to the gazebo sitting in the middle of the lake with bahis siteleri beautiful lights and water fountains surrounding it. Peter picked up a pick nick basket filled with cheeses, fruits, crackers and wine. He placed a red blanket on the floor of the gazebo where she told him about Sue and poor Mary being hit by Sue’s car. Peter held Gina in his arms comforting her when their eyes made contact. Soft kisses turned into passionate kisses. His hands roamed over her body that he once only fantasized about in the privacy of his bathroom while his wife laid sleeping in their bed. The gazebo began to rock back and forth as his erection was deep within Gina. Her full luscious lips returned the hot passionate kisses he gave to her, her body reacting to his lips kissing her neck and down to her full large breast and he thrust deeper into her. Harder he began to thrust over and over until both of their bodies were just on the brink of receiving the most powerful climax. Gina wanted more of his hard, throbbing erection deeper inside of her when it happened. They both cried out from the orgasms that rocked they’re very souls. They laid in each other arms when they noticed the sun was setting causing everything around them to look as if it were orange with a purple hue.

“We should go and check into a room Gina. I also need to call my wife and let her know of the sudden business trip out of town.” He told her flashing a devilish smile and wink at her.

They rode the boat back to the resort where they rented the honeymoon suite for two days. Peter felt it best for Gina to stay canlı bahis away for a few days before returning to the accusations. He would see her through this for the next two days. Gina wished she could find someone as caring as Peter. Someone she could commit to, but then he was married and screwing her. She let a deep sigh escape from her as she laid in his arms in the comfort of their bed. She smiled before drifting off to sleep thinking for the next two days she was his wife in their little world.

Back in the city….

Deanna sat beside her friends hospital bed as she fed her some soup. “I can’t believe he blurted out in front of everyone that we seeing each other.” Mary told her after swallowing her soup.

“Men, who knows about them.” Deanna told her shaking her head as she spooned more soup into Mary’s mouth.

” I was lucky I only suffered a few cracked ribs and a concussion.” Mary told her in between bites.

Peggy walks into Mary’s hospital room, her face white with red swollen eyes. She walked on the other side of her bed facing Deanna and Mary. Her hands clenched the side of the bed rails as her tears began to run down her face.

“How could you sleep with Leo? I poured my soul out to you Mary. Why did you want to hurt me by fucking my husband? He isn’t much, but he use to be mine until you came along.” Peggy cried into her hands.

“I am sorry Peggy, but it was only fucking though.”Mary told Peggy.

“You bitch!” Peggy yelled grabbing Mary’s hair and pulling it with all her might.

Deanna ran out of the room to get a nurse güvenilir bahis who called for security. They found Mary on top of Peggy as the two women had handfuls of each others hair. The guards pulled the women apart and hand cuffed Peggy. They left with her screaming at the top of her lungs and they took her to the psychotic ward to be examined. The doctor on duty agreed that Peg had suffered a mental break down and admitted her. He also admitted her so he could be more personal in examining her, after all he was known as Dr. Of Seduction amongst his patients.

Leo ran into Sue at the local pub as she drank away her pain of Gina leaving her at the worst time of her life. The fact that she did not even bail her out of jail made her feel even more then anger or hate, but pure revenge.

“I’ll get even with you for dumping me you bitch!” She said softly with her glass to her red lips.

“Sue let me buy you a drink.” Leo told her with thoughts of fucking her brains out.

“Sure by me a drink if you want too.” She said letting the booze think for her now.

A few hours later Leo was placing Sue in the back seat of his car. He looked around the empty parking lot to make sure no one saw them. Sue was past out from all the booze he plied her with inside the pub and he was getting what she owed him a fuck in his car. She won’t even know I fucked her he thought to himself as he released his raging hard on from his pants and removed Sues panties under her skirt.

“Mmm baby make me cum hard.” He told her as he tore into her pussy with rage and hate he felt for all women.

The next morning….

Sue woke up in a trash dumpster, she was bloody and bruised. Sue managed to climb out of the dumpster only to collapse in the pubs alley….

To be continued…

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