I couldn’t ignore the sway of her heavy breasts and full round ass neatly packaged in the taut fabric of her clothing which clung to her without wrinkle, as if it were a second layer of skin. She was one of four women working in the darkness, carrying tree limbs and debris to the fire, as they were cleaning up a recently vacated rural property across the street. I had walked over with my bottle of bourbon to investigate after I saw suspicious flashes of light dancing through my window.

Maybe it was the cool night air, the alcohol I had been drinking, or that I didn’t have my current prescription glasses because I accidentally broke them while cleaning my motorcycles earlier in the day, but I perceived them all to be naked dancing around the fire. The seemed in the likeness of a coven performing a ritual, as all I could see was their silhouettes by the glow of the fire.

The sight brought back recollections of the pagan rites of Dionysus that Greek theater evolved from; at least that was what I had been taught in a humanities course in college many years before. It was from that perspective that I watched their movements.

It appeared as if they were amidst a godly or celestial celebration that was going to end with a drunken orgy. I could only hope it were the case, and had begun to grow excited by the thought, and

introduced myself casually as being the guy across the street.

“The motorcycle guy?” one of them asked.

“Yeah… that’s me.” I admitted, and then gave them my name.

Pixie, Lilly, Skye, and Asia, they sounded off individually, introducing themselves. Once my presence was established they continued to work in rotation. One or two would converse with me while the others fed the fire, and then they would randomly swap out.

Pixie and Skye were probably in their late fifties to early sixties while Lilly was in her mid-forties and Asia was definitely the youngest of the lot being in her late twenties to early thirties, as best as I could tell by the clues in conversation.

None of them were spectacularly attractive by mainstream measure, as they all wore signs of labor, mischief and age. Their tattoos, scars, wrinkles, smiles, and foul language, were all signs which lent to them having the particular breed of recklessness, trashiness and carefree attitudes which I always find endearing in real women.

Watching them, I was entertaining the thought of seeing them all in the manner I find females most beautiful; that being when they are on their knees with their lips wrapped around my cock.

Like motorcycles, I love all women regardless of nationality, size, color or vintage, and they are all built differently with intended purpose; comfort cruising, speed, sport, endurance, or just plain old reliable commuter transportation, and some are only for show. The latter being my least favorite… motorcycle or woman.

My love for motorcycles and women that love motorcycles really turned into an obsession after I bought my first Harley – Davidson while in my early twenties. I was twenty-one; I think. It was a god awful AMF era Harley – Sportster.

It lived up to all the jokes. The best-selling point was the tool kit… If it didn’t leak, it didn’t run… and it vibrated with enough ferocity to get any middle aged house wife to give up the spin-cycle for a ride.

I spent a month stripping it down to bare essentials and painted it black. I swapped out the carburetor; I installed a solo seat, drag bars, forward controls and loud as hell pipes. I rode it for about two weeks, nearly hating everything about it, and then I met Jen.

Leaving a local pool hall one evening, I was out front sitting escort etiler on my bike strapping on my shorty helmet and she was a hot little number just arriving and was certainly dressed to have good time, either teasing or picking up.

“Nice bike… can I have a ride?” She asked unabashed, when she approached.

Crudely, I responded with “nice ass, can I have a ride?”, neither caring about if nor how she would react. Then in a word, she owned me.

“Yes!” She delightfully yelped.

She was a fine assed piece of fender trim, a petite brunette, with just the right curves and volume to say she was definitely built for sport if not speed, and she fit beautifully on the chopped fender behind me when she got on. I explained to her that she would need to hold on to me and wrap her legs around my waist because the bike was not equipped with rear passenger seating or foot rests. I also bet her a blowjob she would soak her panties before we made it to the first stop light. We pulled away fast and loud.

At the first stop light I turned to look at her. The wide grin and flushed look betrayed her, if her words wouldn’t. She happily informed me that she had already come three times.

Armed with that knowledge, I had a plan, and took us rapidly across town to an adult toy store where I purchased Ben Wa balls, disposed of the packaging, and then presented them to her. Without hesitation she stuffed both of them in her slick gash right there in the parking lot.

We remounted the motorcycle and rode off. We had only gotten ten minutes down the road when her fragrance began intoxicating me. Her scent was greater than those of gasoline and exhaust about the motorcycle.

She clung to me. I don’t know how many orgasms she had… she never said, but she repeatedly whispered “fuck me, I need you to fuck me”, in my ear. I pulled into the first cut-rate motel I could find.

Once behind the closed door of a room, she raced to get out of her clothes. By the time I demanded that she slow down, her blouse and bra were already on the floor. I pinched her nipples as the stood erect on her breasts, and took in the sight of the wide wet spot in the crotch of her jeans.

“Take your jeans off. Leave your panties and heels on, and the balls in place, and get on your knees. You owe me head.”

I removed my clothes, as she obeyed. She had my cock in her mouth, greedily sucking on it complete with slurping noises. I watched and trembled. One of her hands slid to her open slit and she furiously fingered her clit while she looked up at me locking her eyes on mine.

I couldn’t be gentle. I needed to cum. I wrapped my hands around her head, and into her hair. I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, tip to base, rapidly, and forcefully. Her gagging and whimpers excited me further and I quickly shot my semen into her mouth, as I held her head tight with her nose to my pubes.

I could feel some of my cum drip out of her mouth onto my balls. I released her and told her she had to eat all of my cum before I would fuck her, and she did.

I had her take off her panties, and told her to hand them to me, and to get on the bed head down and ass up. I knelt behind her and slid my cock into her hot wet box and clashed with the Ben Wa balls. My dick was covered with her juicy fluid.

Every part of her snatch and cleft of her ass was soaked. I rocked my cock in and out of her with slow, long deep strokes. She cooed. I placed her hand on her clit and told her to finger it, and then I pulled her tight against me.

I put her wet panties over her head and covered her face with them; I smeared istanbul bayan escort them into her. I used them as a bridle and really started on her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” She hollered in response.

She was on the verge of her very first simultaneous cervical and clitoral orgasm. She shuddered and yelled obscenely as she climaxed. Then I stopped. I pulled my cock completely out of her hot sopping pussy.

I slid my cock in to her asshole. I pulled on her bridle and rode her ass, with everything I had. She bucked and thrust herself back toward me, fucking my cock with her ass.

I could feel the balls moving around in her cunt, rubbing against the membrane separating them from my cock. We slammed into each other hard and fervently. We were out of breath, panting, moaning and crying, glazed in sex sweat for the eternity of ten lust filled minutes, and then we wailed together as we came.

I watched my cum drip from her gaping hole when I pulled out. She rolled onto her back with her legs slightly spread and began to finger her clit again, as I lay next to her. I looked her in the eyes and said, “I fucking love you… and I don’t even know your name.”

“I think I am in love with you too. I’ve never been taken like that before. I love what you have done to me; I’ve never felt that before.” She said, and then we shared our names and started filling in the blanks, during bouts of masturbation and oral pleasures.

She was a fuck machine, a real life cum guzzling, obedient, fuck puppet that I just happened to meet accidentally. She was what pubescent boys can’t dream of, and the wet dream come true for middle aged sexually suppressed men. That night I named her Bunny, as we fucked and sucked each other through the night into the morning.

Our appetite for one another grew, and continued growing like a raging wild fire. The more we partook of one another, the more we wanted each other. Nothing was barred, and there was no taboo.

We were together every moment of everyday that we were not working, and everything led to sex. Ben-Wa balls went on every motorcycle ride. Every ride led to random stops in partial seclusion, for quickies or head.

We explored the limits of ourselves and our bond by turning bar or club outings into play dates for partner swaps and gang bangs. That didn’t last long; as we found we were just really into each other and our never ceasing desire to just throw down and get it on was the glue that kept us.

She never refused me. Hell, I can’t recall either of us ever asking for it, other than those times when we would playfully demand that the other beg for it. She fucked and sucked me everyday, even during menstruation.

Those were special days. When she was menstruating, I found myself even more aroused than usual, and looked forward to it. She really didn’t want me to touch her that first time, and said it was that time of month, trying to discourage me.

The heavy iron smell as I removed her panties had me in a drunken stupor. I loved it and got an instant hard on. Her tampon was in and her clit was engorged, swollen so large I couldn’t resist taking it with my teeth. I nibbled on it. I licked it, and played with it with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

Her aroma grew stronger. A trail of clear vaginal fluid faintly tainted with diluted blood trickled from her. I licked it all, completely removing any trace of it from her.

Once I started, she was all in, taking my cock in her mouth. She let me fuck her mouth, taking me into her throat, as I chewed on her engorged clit and lapped over her thick swollen lips, and as always she swallowed my escort ortaköy cum.

Then afterward, she begged me to fuck her asshole. I never did vaginally penetrate her during a menstrual cycle before I killed her, but I loved her deeply and absolutely loved fucking her.

I did not murder her. We had been together for about two years, when I probably had too much to drink. We left the bar on my motorcycle and were speeding to our next quickie location.

She was talking in my ear, telling me how I was going to lay on my back on top of my motorcycle and she was going to straddle and fuck me. She was scraping at my cock through my jeans, and I was thoroughly aroused.

I hit a ridge on a newly resurfaced road and suddenly lost control of the bike, and we went down. She slid away from me into oncoming traffic and was killed instantly upon impact by a car. I slid with the bike, and suffered road rash on my left side, hip to ankle, and elbow to wrist with my lower leg getting the worst of it.

She died. I walked away. I wished it had been the other way. I was not charged with a DUI or DWI, but alcohol was deemed a contributing factor.

Instead I was heinously tried for manslaughter with a motor vehicle, reckless endangerment with a motor vehicle, and helmet and licensing violations, by an over zealous DA, trying to make a name, by utilizing traffic law infractions to cut into the outlaw biker world of drug and gun trafficking.

I was not an outlaw. Shit, I was a kid with a motorcycle and a girl, I loved to ride. In the end I was sentenced to five years for reckless endangerment and the helmet and licensing violations and then out on parole after serving two and a half in the state penitentiary.

In state, I had no gang or patch affiliations, and therefore no protection. I was of slight build at 5’10” weighing all of 135 lbs. I was easily overtaken and brutally gang raped, and forced to give head on demand.

If it had not been for Bunny, I don’t think I could have survived it. I would close my eyes and recall the time she wanted to see me suck off another man.

She teased my lips with her fingers. I could smell and taste that they had been in her pussy. She parted my lips and fed me our friend’s cock. She pushed my head into him repeatedly, like dribbling a basketball. She eagerly repeated “suck this cock; take all of it”, until he came in my mouth.

She kissed me deeply and played with the hot salty cum in my mouth with her tongue, and took some into hers. She looked to me, and I knew she was telling me that we would swallow together. We did.

Then she lubed my ass and let him fuck me. I got such a huge erection and came just being penetrated by him. Bunny lay before and held her pussy open for me, as I ate. Our friend’s girl lowered herself on Bunny’s face and rubbed her way to a spectacular finish. I came three times before the guy fucking me came in my ass.Bunny was thrilled that I did that for her, and her love for me radiated about her.

She was the only one I saw as I was torn and pounded in prison. The pain of it was nothing compared to having watched Bunny die repeatedly in my mind. We fucked them and swallowed together, her and me, and she got me through it; I could almost see her smile through my tears.

After I was released, I started to rebuild my wrecked bike and wrecked life. I rebuilt the motorcycle to the exact state of it the day before Bunny died. It is my only show bike, and it is only for me. It contains my sweetest memories and most tragic loss.

I started a collection of motorcycles, and thirty years after my release from prison I have ridden them collectively over five million miles, always alone, always with Bunny.

I have met some wonderful women, and have had some spectacular nights on the road. But I am always tortured as I look for what I had with Bunny and never find it.

Maybe tonight I don’t need to go out on the road; maybe tonight I just needed to cross the street.

Continuing the story of this young lady’s dirty weekend which started on the Friday night, but not exactly as she had planned. As with the first chapter, I wanted to focus on describing the appearance and desires of the woman in question.

This, and the earlier chapter, were inspired by real life – with liberal amounts of imagination thrown in, of course!

*****

*****

Alison woke before seven, as the early morning sun streamed through the window. She hadn’t closed the curtains when she had staggered in a few hours earlier, still excited and jubilant after an evening of intimacy with two new men. She’d been in a hurry to touch herself, to bring herself to the peak of orgasm for the third time of the evening. After that, she’d fallen asleep immediately. Only now did she pull off her stained top, then unclip her short skirt and wrench off her torn stockings before heading for the bathroom.

As she showered away the dried cum from her ass, she played over in her head everything she had done the night before. Alison was glad she hadn’t got too drunk: she had a clear memory of how good it had felt to really let herself loose, and how much she’d loved her night of no-strings sex. She thought back with satisfaction, recalling the way men had looked at her, and how easy it had been to just go out and get laid. She could still remember the taste of the two cocks she’d sucked. After cleaning off the remains of her makeup, Ali closed her curtains and slept comfortably for hours, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks.

*****

When she woke again, it was past lunchtime and Alison was ravenous, not having eaten since before going out last night. She dressed hurriedly in jeans and a casual top, then headed into town.

She was still on a high, feeling deliciously dirty after the previous night. She was actually glad now, that Nick – her married, secret boyfriend – hadn’t made it for their dirty weekend. Her casual encounters in the bar toilets and in that little alleyway had been so much better than just fucking him again, anyway. But she had set aside the whole weekend for him: she was at a loose end now that he wasn’t coming. She ate a relaxed brunch, then decided to wander around the shops for a while.

Alison decided she could do with something new to wear after what had happened to her tight green top last night. The stains might wash out, but she wasn’t sure and anyway, she fancied something new. She began to head for the street which contained some of her favourite clothing shops.

The shops all had their summer outfits on display. She browsed a number of flimsy, flirty outfits, considering what she would look like in them. Since dressing to show herself off had worked wonders last night, she thought it would be fun to buy some more daring clothes than the type her wardrobe usually contained. Heading for a rack of skirts, Alison grabbed some of the shortest without really thinking, then a little red top she liked the look of and headed for the changing rooms.

She tried the top on first. It was cut low across the front, and as she posed in the mirror with hands on hips, she saw that with its loose design meant that even more could be seen when she moved. She wiggled experimentally, and thought it showed her cleavage off to good effect – even more than her green top had done the night before. Apart from a pair of thin straps it left her shoulders bare and it was cropped short at her waist, to which it clung tightly. She hadn’t worn anything this skimpy for years! Did she really want a sexy little number like this, she asked herself? Well, after last night’s debauchery, she didn’t see why not!

Alison tried on the skirts one after another. After last night she was feeling more comfortable with showing off her legs, and after all she did need more summer clothes. But finding one in a style she liked wasn’t too easy. Eventually, she found herself wearing a little black skirt that showed most of her toned thighs, but was still pleated to flare out alluringly. Combined with the red top, she was barely covered at all. Even just standing here in the changing room dressed this way felt daring; but, as she appraised herself in the mirror, she found herself excited by the look it gave her. The top and skirt were stylish individually, but between them showed off so much of her toned, olive skin that she couldn’t help but grin wickedly. Sure, she looked slutty, but kind of slick with it. This suited how she was feeling after last night. Still, she wondered if she would ever have the nerve to wear them together.

Alison paid for her new outfit, blushing as it was bagged up for her. The male assistant gave her a lecherous look as he folded the thin little top down for her, which she enjoyed pretending not to notice. As she strolled home having accomplished her mission, she started to think about how to spend her free evening.

*****

By the time she reached her flat, Alison was starting to think that she wanted another escort mecidiyeköy night like the last. She’d been so desperate for sex yesterday, but really what she’d had had been quite fleeting. The idea of a night home alone was starting to make her feel frustrated again already. A hint of that awful tightness she’d felt between her legs was starting to return, and didn’t really fancy spending the rest of the weekend feeling like that.

Guiltily at first, but spurred on by Friday night’s easy successes, Ali started to wonder about the idea of putting herself out there again tonight. The idea was almost demeaning. Last night, she had found herself in a bar alone in her sexy outfit, but that had been unplanned – she had been there to meet Nick, and hadn’t known at first that he had cancelled. The rest of the night had just happened sort of naturally to her.

But the thought of deliberately going out on her own, looking for a man, was very different to that. That was what real sluts did, the sort of girl who just wanted sex and didn’t care where she got it. Ali remembered how cheap she’d felt getting fucked in that alley last night, and realised that if she went out looking for it tonight, she’d be acting that easy right from the start. She couldn’t help feeling a pang of excitement, even just thinking about it.

Usually if she was out on the town, she just happened to get men approaching her and decided which, if any, she fancied. Usually, although she was screwing another woman’s husband, she stayed true to one man at a time, so she didn’t often meet men that way. But now, the idea of simply going out on the pull, like some common floosie was quite alluring. She was starting to feel horny. She knew she’d look pretty tarty if she wore her new top and skirt together… If she went out like that and ended up getting off with some guy, that would be so cheap…

And she’d felt cheap last night – deliciously trampy. It had made the sex so good for her. A gentle, insidious need was starting to pulse through her body. Deep within her breasts, an excrutiating, gently promising tingle was beginning. As she turned her attention to it, the feeling soon snaked maddeningly through her, reaching right down to her pussy. In her mid-thirties, and she was finding that her desires were stronger than ever. She’d already enjoyed one night of no-strings sex, so … If it was what she wanted, then why not another?

A little guiltily, but with an overriding sense of adventure and excitement, Alison reached her decision. With her mind finally made up, she started to think about which nightclub would be the best for what she wanted.

*****

Alison watched the Saturday evening television, cooked her evening meal and took a long hot soak in the bath. Looking down at her soft body, she knew she looked good: after all, she’d prepared herself for Nick only yesterday. Her legs were smooth, and her the soft hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed into a tempting little strip. As she lazily smoothed bubbles over her full breasts, she wondered who would be getting a lick of them tonight. She was sure that somebody would.

Eventually she dried herself off and decided it was time to get ready. Now she began to feel excited. She considered wearing a thong, but instead chose a pair of sexy black knickers. They were very small, with thin straps at the sides. The flimsy material was translucent and really did little to cover her anyway, leaving her round ass almost bare. Next she chose a black push-up bra: she slipped it on, then checked herself in a mirror. Her soft, full breasts looked smooth, their two delicious arcs meeting and pressing together gently as they were pushed upwards by the rigid cups.

It was another warm night, so Alison sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup. She wanted to make herself stand out from other girls in the club, so she layered plenty of foundation over her warm olive complexion. She shaped her eyebrows carefully into suggestive little arches. Satisfied, she pouted glamorously and streaked dark blusher across her cheeks, accentuating the naturally soft skin around her cheekbones. Going overboard on her makeup was already making her feel horny: her plan for the evening was making her feel like a slut and now she was starting to look the part.

She added black liner and mascara, then pink eye shadow, and brushed her plum-dyed hair carefully. It was soft and shining: she was looking good. She put on her lipstick last of all, checking the effect against the little ring in her lower lip.

Alison looked at herself carefully, and blew her reflection a kiss. “Hello, little tart,” she giggled as she practice-pouted. Yes – this was a good look to pull with. It felt great to really go for a full-on sexy look tonight.

Alison remembered how much bare flesh she’d seen in the changing room mirror, and decided that if she wore her new skirt, baring her legs would be pushing bayan escort istanbul things too far. She rolled on a fresh pair of black hold-ups. She always thought she looked best in stockings, anyway. Somehow, that just gave her a bit of class.

With her legs encased in the dark material, she clipped on her new black skirt and checked the effect. The skirt was desperately short, showing off most of her thighs and only just covering the tops of her hold-ups. She slipped into the black stiletto shoes she had worn the night before and tied up the straps: with these high heels on, her calves loooked pretty curvy too.

Finally satisfied that she’d made the most of her legs, Alison slipped her new top over her head, hooking the thin straps loosely over her shoulders and smoothing it into place. It was cut satisfyingly low at the front, covering her bra but not her prominent cleavage. This was just the look she wanted. As Alison she stood up she noticed her bare navel. Her stomach was not quite as flat as she’d have liked, but tonight was not about covering up.

She brushed her hair once more. She looked as if she was ready to party, and up for anything: glam, sexy, and a bit cheap – exactly the look she’d been after. Was she really going to do this? Alison felt a delicious tingle run through her body. She was excited now, wondering what man she might end up with tonight. It felt good not to care.

Her mind made up, Alison grabbed a light coat to cover up a little – she needed to look vaguely respectable on her way to the club. Then, eager to see what effect her new clothes and sexy look would have, she opened the door of her flat and strode into the night.

*****

The queue for the nightclub stretched out into the street, and Alison had to wait for several minutes to get inside. She hadn’t queued outside a club since she was a student. The anticipation was delicious: she could hear the bass and beats coming through the club’s entrance, and she could taste the atmosphere. The clubs she went to with her friends were normally alternative, or upmarket and cool; but tonight she had chosen a larger one with mixed clientele: this was more anonymous, and everyone knew it as a place where singles went. She tried not to think about her tight pussy, throbbing gently with anticipation. Her fingers dug into her palms as she waited patiently outside, her stocking-clad legs exposed in her short skirt. For now, she was glad of her coat.

There were three doormen, each paying far too much attention to girls as they let them in, and it wasn’t long before one spotted her. He made a show of running his eyes over her. Alison felt a thrill as he looked her up and down. Judging by the appreciative looks he gave her, she’d achieved the effect she’d dressed for. He was pretty hot, too: tall and dark-skinned, with African looks and short curly hair. She enjoyed having him check her out, tottering slightly in her high heels as the queue inched forward towards the door. She turned and gave him a cheeky wink when she reached the door, then paid her entry and slipped inside.

Once inside, Alison was ready to enjoy the party. This place was so different to yesterday’s bar: the sexual tension seemed to be in the air all around, not just inside her. She dropped her coat off in the cloakroom, and made her way to an open area that made up the main bar. It was already quite busy, being a Saturday night, but she knew the place was just getting started. Some small groups were sitting at the tables dotted around, while others were standing. The bar was dark, with occasional flashing strobes straying from the dancefloor to light it up. Alison felt the earthy thump of bass from the dance music pounding the floor, permeating her body – it seemed to beat for her heart and right down into her tight, excitable pussy.

Alison glanced down at her legs as a strobe hit her. In their dark stockings, her long shapely legs would have put any woman in the club to shame. She strutted over to the bar in her now-familiar high heeled shoes. She ordered a drink, checking herself in the mirrors at the bar as she waited. Her soft, plum-coloured hair suited not only her tight red top, but also her pink eye-shadow and dark red lipstick. She raised a flirtacious eyebrow at the barman as he checked her out. “Here you go doll, have a good night,” he cheeked, glancing down rather obviously at her cleavage as she bent forwards to take the drink.

“Thanks,” she laughed back with a sly grin. “I’m going to.” Alison moved away from the bar, sipping her drink. Tonight was going to be fun.

She headed vaguely for the dancefloor, exchanging glances with one or two men on the way. One guy stared openly, but made no move, and she didn’t pause. There was nobody really taking her fancy, and she had all night. She surveyed the dancefloor, checking out the prospects. Some of the men out there were more appealing.

She glanced around, checking out some of the other escort beşiktaş girls. How did she measure up to the competition? There didn’t seem to be too many good looking women on the floor. Only a few were in skimpy outfits, and she didn’t think they looked all that. Ali’s confidence was buoyed as she realised: she knew she looked good after the effort she’d put in, and decided it was time to start showing herself off. She downed the rest of her drink, then slowly and deliberately strutted onto the floor.

Ali had not danced in these shoes before, and she was almost surprised to find how easy it came to her. She could feel the effect they had on her legs – taughtening her slightly plump calves, giving them a smooth shape in her dark stockings. She shook her hips, her hands trailing over her bare waist for a moment as she found her rhythm. Her top felt a bit tight now and she wondered if it was a bit small for her after all, but she loved the way it showed so much of her soft, olive-toned body. She let the movement spread through her whole body and felt it swish across her front, showing her cleavage enticingly. She seemed to be getting approving looks from two or three men, so she moved a little further into the dancefloor, closer to them, her clear brown eyes framed with liner and sparkling with mischief.

Soon the music changed into a piece of sexy and upbeat, light pop. Ali changed her motion, her lithe body moving faster. She shook her long red hair as she gyrated. Knowing that she was being checked out, she started to bump and grind, feeling her tits wobble and bounce, gently straining against the thin material of her tight red top. Her skirt swished, the thin pleated material riding higher on her thighs. She did nothing about that: her legs were the classiest thing about her right now, and definitely worth making the most of. She flashed a sexy smile as she noticed one or two men looking her way.

When the music changed to a slower number, Alison flicked her hair away from her face and quickly checked around to see if anyone had their eyes on her. There seemed to be a few men who’d taken an interest in her: two who were talking and kept glancing at her, a third who was looking tactlessly over his girlfriend’s shoulder, and one or two more towards the centre of the floor were looking her way. She headed in that direction as the next tune got going, and it wasn’t long before one of them moved over to meet her.

Alison laughed inwardly as he tried to dance with her, making attempts to catch her eye. From the way he kept glancing down, she guessed that her skirt had ridden up over her stockings. She obliged him for a few moments, grinding her hips and returning his glances. Then, when the moment was right she moved away: she hadn’t fancied him much up close, and there were plenty more boys to look at. She liked the idea of a young man though, like Mike who she’d been with yesterday but not actually fucked. Looking around, she saw a young dark-haired boy near her, and moved in his direction.

Ali eyed him up as she strutted and danced her way over to him. He was good looking, and was probably in his early twenties. She caught him looking at her: she’d got his attention. She played a little with her skirt, first flicking it up to reveal bare thigh and then smoothing it down again. From the look on his face, he was enjoying the view!

Alison flirted with him as they danced together, all smiles as she showed off her body, returning his suggestive glances. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she shook her body. She could feel her nipples hardening, the pleasure of being watched turning her on. Once again she felt that excrutiating, warm tingling sensation in her breasts, and she ran her hands down her bare waist, smoothing her top down as she did so. His eager eyes followed her every move and she enjoyed playing up to that, thrusting her aching breasts forward as she gyrated.

He looked alright to her, so she pressed forward, initiating the first contact as they moved together. She turned sideways, brushing her soft arms against his chest, enjoying being so close to this guy. When the music paused for a moment, she leaned close to his ear, deliberately pushing her chest against him. She introduced herself without fanfare. “I’m Ali,” she used her girliest voice. “Nice dancing,” she added, looking down at his body approvingly. She could smell his aftershave, as he spoke into her ear in reply.

“Martin,” he introduced himself. “You look beautiful, Ali. Buy you a drink?” She took the compliment in her stride, gently gyrating, gently rubbing her body against his for a moment. He might very well do for what she wanted, she thought to herself.

“Thanks,” she half laughed, and told him what drink she wanted. “You can find me back here, can’t you?” Martin looked disappointed that she wasn’t coming with him to the bar, but nodded and headed off anyway. Alison was enjoying flaunting herself around the dancefloor too much to stand in a queue right now. She preferred the idea of sending this sexy guy off to fetch her more alcohol instead.

One Martin had gone, she looked around again. There was a crowd of people in one part of the floor, and she headed that way, wanting to see what else was on offer. Dancing with Martin had turned her on and she fancied some more of the same.

We are in far north Queensland, in a beach shack nestled in the Daintree rainforest near Cape Tribulation. It is a short walk to the beach where we have some hammocks hung to relax in the cool ocean breeze under the palm trees. The waves break over the reef to come tumbling onto the beach of white sand, peppered with shells and seaweed. It is very secluded, access by boat only.

The shack we stay in, is very basic. There is a home made bed filled with coconut husk, a roughly made table and benches, a few shelves for the pots, pans and plates. A pot belly stove stands in the corner, its flue extending out through a hole in the wall to stop smoke building up inside. A crude locker stands in the other corner. The basic staples can be stored there. A hurricane lamp sits on the table along with some cutlery.

A small streams runs not far from the shack and if you follow it a few hundred yards you come to a waterfall, that spills into a beautiful clear pool fringed by bright green ferns and palm trees. The sound of the waterfall is broken occasionally with the songs escort şişli of many birds. There are no mods and cons so our shower is this waterfall. Of course being in the Tropics, the water is tepid, like a warm bath.

And this is where I find you……under the falls…in the pool…water up to your navel…letting the luke warm water spray on you….lathering yourself up….eyes shut as you let the stream spray over your face. Smiling at the sight of your sexy body, the water glistening on your skin, I quickly slip out of my clothes. Throwing them over a bush, I dive silently in the water. I swim under it breaking the surface just behind you. Standing up and moving so close that the water from the falls can collect between us but not touching and you are still unaware of my presence. Ever so lightly, I kiss you between the shoulder blades. I watch the goose bumps form on your tanned skin.

Bringing my hands up on your shoulders and I run them down your arms. I kiss the nape of your neck and nibble your ear escort bayan istanbul lobe. I hear you moan with desire. Mmmmmm you sound like a tiger purring. Your excitement makes me even more excited. And I bring my hands from your hips to grab a hold of your cheeks squeezing them as I rub my hard nipples on your back. You turn around. You have to hold me. You have to feel my breasts against your chest. You have to have your hard cock closer to my mound. You want your lips on mine as much as I want to taste yours. Our lips meet in a long sensual kiss. Our tongues entwining..dancing…tasting. You press your body against mine hard. My mound is being crushed against your stiff member.

You bring your hands up to my breasts, and start caressing them. My nipples are between your fingers and you press them together pinching my nipples.

“Oh God”, I groan with desire.

My hands have come around to the front of you and are stroking…. feeling… touching your hard cock, feeling it throb under my fingertips. Your balls feels so tight escort taksim maybe from the water.. or more like just lust. My thumb teases your eye rubbing it while my fingers curl softly around the rim of your knob. Some precum floats to slowly to the top of the pool. Your hand goes to my clit, rubbing it, making it hard.

I slide my hand down your length, making you gasp and whisper to me, your voice croaky with lust, “Oh god Fran I want you…..I want you now. I have to have you.”

You lift me, your hard cock spearing into me as I wrap my legs around your waist. You bring your head down to suck my nipples. Licking ….nipping at them….we start to fuck…..slowly……so slowly the water forming an eddy between us. Every time you pump right in me so deep the water squirts out of my pulsating pussy. My head is thrown back in pleasure. The spray hits my face as I ride you….as you fuck me….as you suck my nipples until I shudder into my climax, calling out your name. The sound of the waterfall broken by my screams of joy. You quickly follow me, filling my pussy with your sweet silky warm cum.

Your legs give way under you as you attain your orgasm. We both end up under water. But come up again in each others arms… kissing…. content. The water sprays on us, on our faces and I laugh with joy. The joy of finding my special mate and having this time with him.

Katie was my first real girlfriend in college – not the first girl I fell for, not the first I slept with, but the first one to call me her boyfriend. We met officially for the first time about two months in to the second semester of our freshman year, but I had known who she was since sometime in our first semester. I wouldn’t have guessed she knew who I was, but it was actually her that initiated our first real contact.

We were in the same Brit Lit seminar as first semester freshmen. The class had about a hundred students in a large, stadium style lecture hall. It wasn’t the kind of class where you really get to know anyone. Just about everyone in that class knew who she was, however.

Katie was, quite simply, gorgeous, in that wholesome All American, Jessica Simpson sort of way. Saying that most everyone assumed she was a blonde bimbo would be putting it mildly – “dumb slut” was the more usual term girls who didn’t know her threw around. But, as I would later find, she anything but a bimbo or a slut. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Large breasts (a 34D for what it’s worth), a firm, but not muscular, build, hips just wide enough to frame a perfect ass, toned but soft looking thighs.

She was taller than girls I usually go for, probably around five seven or five eight – tall enough that when she wore heels we stood eye to eye. At first I fell in to the chorus of guys who derided her as fake looking. Her hair was obviously dyed. Her breasts couldn’t be real – too big for her figure. She must spend all day in the gym. I bet she only fucks the football players, and has probably made her way through all the starters by now. The rumor mill was not kind to her. But I’d be willing to bet there wasn’t one of them that didn’t jerk off at least once that semester to a fantasy of getting in her pants. I know I did.

It was her ass that did it for me. She was a casual dresser, and the first time I can remember seeing her she was wearing cotton running shorts and a tank top. She was always dressed along these lines, sweats or track pants when it got colder, sometimes jeans. All of her bottoms were tight, showing off the round, firm yet soft looking, quality of that perfect ass. They also made it clear that she must be wearing a thong (further evidence to many that she was a slut – this was the late 90’s when most college girls did not yet wear thongs regularly).

It was her breasts that did it for many others. While it was still warm she seemed only to wear tank tops, some of which made it obvious that a built in bra could be the only kind she was getting support from. As it grew colder she could usually be seen in v neck t-shirts, sometimes plain old t-shirts, then, disappointingly, usually baggy hooded sweatshirts. The common assumption was that they were fake, but not because they were fake looking – they moved like real breasts, curved away from her chest naturally, and looked very different on days she seemed to be wearing a bra than on days she didn’t. Still they were proportioned to her waist like the breasts of a Playboy Bunny, and that was enough proof for most.

But in the end I would find that none of it was true. She was smart and interesting, mostly kept to herself, a far cry from a wild party girl, and never in her life hooked up with a guy she’d met at a party, bar, or anything along those lines. She did, however, I was lucky to discover, love sex. Nymphomaniac would be too strong a word, but only because she could control her desires. She was a serious student, pre-med. Even when we dated, I sometimes wouldn’t see her at all during the week, though she did have a few sex toys to get her through these stretches.

I honestly could not believe it when she showed interest in me. I was far from some dorky kid, but she seemed like one of those untouchable beautiful people. It wasn’t just her looks, or reputation as one of those slutty popular girls that only fucks the jocks, she was also a Xavier girl. My college had no sororities, but the Xavier house was as close as it gets. It was an all girl’s dormitory on the main campus that girls had to apply to get in to. The applications, and subsequent interviews, were conducted by the older residents of the dormitory, as well as the resident advisers and residence hall director – all alumns of Xavier house. The girls were also some of the most desirable to be found on campus, which also made them hated by many, and assumed to be sluts. Few of them were anything close to slutty, but many of them were pretentious bitches. Katie had a little of that side to her, but it rarely showed itself.

As a freshman, Katie didn’t actually live in Xavier house yet. She lived in the freshman dorms on the main campus, while I lived in the freshman dorms at the nearby satellite campus. Xavier house itself was near the freshman dorms on the main campus. She had gone to the open house the Xavier girls held in the first week of the spring semester every year, which introduces new candidates sex to the residence / social club. I would later find out, quite surprisingly, that her motivation for joining was that she had not had an easy time making friends. Because people thought she was a slut, a lot weren’t willing to give her a chance. The ones that were lost interest when they found out she wasn’t a slut. As was their process, the Xavier girls let her know before the end of January that she had been accepted. There was no pledging or initiation, but they did have frequent activities to help make the new girls a part of the group.

One of these activities was the crush dance. The new freshmen girls would each invite two guys (or sometimes girls) they had a crush on to the dance, and the sophomores would do the same. This was done anonymously, with the invite list posted in the school newspaper and in fliers hung up around campus. Invitations were coveted for two main reasons: it was one of the few parties where there were guaranteed to be at least as many girls as their were guys; and Xavier girls were, for the most part, gorgeous. Most who had never been to one imagined it as one big hookup party, but in reality a lot of the girls gave invites to people who they didn’t even really have a crush on – either guy friends they thought could hit it off with other Xavier girls, or girls they were close with that weren’t in Xavier. Many of the invitations also went to the boyfriends of the many Xavier girls in serious relationships.

It was actually Joyce that found my name on the list. Adorable little Joyce, my closest friend at school, with whom I’d had a sexual relationship since about a month in to our first semester. I hadn’t bothered to check the list, not even really been aware of its publishing, and was shocked when she came up to me with the school paper and said, “I probably shouldn’t even show you this, but here.”

After a pause she added the question, “You’re not going to go to that dumb slut party, are you?”

Things had gotten kind of rocky with us lately. To start with, while our fooling around had gone no further than oral sex for the first three months (save for one drunken incident), we’d started having sex the first week back in January. Things had started to seem more serious, almost too relationship like for both of us. This had meant we both started distancing ourselves from each other, spending less time together, and sometimes only hanging out to fuck. Before this, we were inseparable, and the fooling around had just grown out of hanging out together. To make it all worse, she had been asked out, and said yes, by a guy I didn’t really like. I had reacted badly, with some jealousy, and we then had our first fight. The date was coming up on Saturday, the same night as the crush party, and we hadn’t so much as kissed since the past Friday, when she had been asked out.

“I don’t see why not. I have nothing else to do that night. You’re busy, Crystal’s boyfriend is around this weekend, and I don’t especially feel like just sitting around smoking weed and playing video games with the guys yet again,” I told her.

Her lips went tight and she dropped it. We watched a movie and she fell asleep with her head in my lap. The last time that would happen for quite awhile.

At first I was wary of going to the party. It wasn’t really my kind of thing, or the kind of thing any of my friends were in to. When we went out, it was to house parties filled with people we knew, or to concerts. This was basically a dance, almost prom like, at a nice bar downtown the Xavier girls had rented out. I’d need to wear a suit, which I actually liked, but I wouldn’t know anyone there, and I imagined most of the guys there being the stereotypes of douchey frat guys in college movies.

But then, when I got there, I was instantly thankful I’d come. It was a nice event, with fantastic passed hors d’oeuvres, an open bar of top shelf drinks that everyone was able to order without having to show ID. It was not crowded, and the music was actually good. Mingling proved surprisingly easy. I recognized a couple girls there, who then introduced me to those they came with. Everyone was surprisingly friendly, the kind of friendliness you only get at parties where either everyone knows everyone, or, as in this case, where you’ve all made an exclusive invite list. The girls weren’t wary of any of the boys; we’d all been hand picked by their fellow Xavier girls.

The girls looked incredible. Most of them were gorgeous to begin with, but they were dressed to the nines. The relative comfort the girls felt towards the crowd had removed from them any inhibition towards dressing sexy. These girls were not, by and large, club sluts, so they didn’t regularly expose this much flesh in public, and, on this night, they managed to expose it and still look classy. I looked around from backless cocktail dress to plunging necklines held up by spaghetti straps, tight fitting türk sikiş strapless dress, short and flowy dresses, thin materialed dresses that exposed the silhouette of the flesh beneath in the right light, dresses with corset tops, and longer dresses slit so high you could almost see some hip. I could have retreated to the bathroom to jerk off after about ten minutes there.

And then I saw Katie Adams.

She had on a tight black velvet cocktail dress that came down to mid thigh – just high enough that later, when she hoisted herself up into a bar stool, I was treated to a flash of the lace tops of her stockings – with a back so low there was no way she could have a bra on. It was not especially low cut, but the material over the top half of her breasts, plunging down to nearly the bottom of her cleavage in the middle, was a beaded black mesh. She was proudly displaying her breasts for the first time I had seen, and damn they looked perfect. They sat high on her chest, close together, the lines where each met her sternum running nearly parallel before curving near the bottom and disappearing from view beneath the velvet material that screamed out to me to touch it and feel its softness with hers underneath.

I’d been dancing with the friend of a girl I knew from a theatre production when I saw her alone at the bar, facing away from me. Her perfect ass stuck out as she leaned forward to give the bartender her order, probably giving him a great eyeful of cleavage. The song ended just around the time that she spun around and we made eye contact. She smiled at me and the rest of the room melted away.

The girl I was dancing with was cute, and I didn’t want to offend her by shuffling off to another girl after we’d just done some rather physical dancing with one another. Luckily for me, she told me she had to run to the bathroom, and did.

I swallowed a gulp of my whiskey and soda for courage and started walking towards Katie.

The first words she said to me when I reached her were, “You know, I was hoping I could finish this drink before you talked to me. You wouldn’t believe how nervous I am.” There was a hint to her voice that she had already had a few, but not enough to yet be drunk.

“Nervous? What for?” I asked, stupidly.

She blushed and looked slightly down, “I don’t know… Well, I mean, I figured I should just tell you I’m the one who put your name on the list. If I didn’t you might keep on looking for whoever did and dancing with everyone but me.”

“Well,” I said, “then I guess I don’t need to introduce myself and tell you that I’m Michael Gorman?”

“No, but,” she stuck out her hand, “I’m Katie Adams. And is it Mike or Michael.”

“I like both ,” I grasped her hand, first with just my right hand then clasped my left around it as well, “so whichever you like. But everyone tends to go for the easy one and call me Mike. And I already know who you are.”

“I was worried about that. It’s rarely a good thing when my undeserved reputation precedes me.”

So she knew what people said about her. I tried to brush this off, “Anyway, it’s great to meet you.”

“Actually, we’ve already met, but I was betting you wouldn’t remember.”

“Seriously? Honestly, I can’t believe I wouldn’t remember meeting you, officially at least. I do remember you from Brit Lit.” She blushed again at that last part, and I noticed when she blushed it showed up mottled across her chest. Then I realized I should keep my eyes on her face, and was glad to see she’d been looking down again, so had missed my gawking.

“Well, we met.”

“Enlighten me.”

“On the bus between the campuses. I was headed to see a friend. You were coming back from a concert. Your eyes were about as bloodshot as eyes get, and half glazed over. You were coming back from a concert, which you very randomly started telling me about. I guess you had gotten separated from your friends and were in a state where you needed to talk to somebody, and I was alone. Then you started talking about Kurosawa films, which I guess was somehow related to the concert, but you didn’t really make that connection. You said you were headed to the Hardy stop, but got up suddenly at the dining hall stop and said, ‘Oh man, I need a grilled cheese.'”

This time, I blushed, “Ha, that’s pretty embarrassing.”

“No, it was funny. I thought you were cute. Only it was late enough that the dining hall was not open, so I guess that part could be embarrassing. After that I wanted to talk to you in class, but you never said anything to me, so I got all shy about it. I’m glad to hear it was just because you didn’t remember what happened.”

“Sorry about that. So this was first semester then? I wonder what concert that was.”

“Yeah, early October. You said it was the Jazz Mandolin Project. I’d never heard of them; I’m kind of clueless about good music, but then I checked out their stuff and it’s a porno Türkçe altyazılı pretty cool band. Between that and your careless demeanor that night, I guess I sort of figured you were a cool guy. So don’t blow it.” She gave me a purposeful, mischievous look, to make it obvious she was kidding. She failed to hold as it fell apart into yet another blush and grin.

At this point, I started to realize, wow, this chick really digs me. I grinned and asked her if she needed a refill. We got another round and talked more before I asked her to dance. I was nervous about it in a way I hadn’t been with the girls earlier in the night. I’m not a skillful dancer by any means, but I get by. I was hoping that was good enough. Thankfully it was, as she wasn’t a great dancer either. She could, however, move in a very sensual way, not grinding really, but a lot of very close contact. She didn’t mind when I slipped my hands occasionally down to her ass.

We had another drink and danced some more. I realized during the second round of dancing that I was now feeling a bit drunk, and she must be too. I also realized the contact of her hips against mine and her chest against mine had given me a full fledged erection. It dug into her leg and she smiled. I just hoped I could hide it when we had to break apart, but it wasn’t an issue as a faster tempoed song came on and we switched to dancing with less contact.

Suddenly, the lights came up and a voice announced it was last call. She wanted to know if we should get another round, but I said I don’t think we need them.

“Do you want to share a cab back to campus?” she asked.

“Sure, but should we wait for any of your friends”

“I don’t think so. Just about everyone who hasn’t left yet is going to be at the bar pounding shots until they shut it down. I don’t feel like sticking around, and I don’t need to get puked on in the car.”

We went to the coat check and I helped her into her peacoat. We caught a cab right away and shuffled in to the backseat. I told the cabbie where she lived, since that would be where we would reach first, but she said, “Maybe we should both just go back to the same place, then we can just split the fare… My roommate might be around though.”

I told her I lived in a single, and it was settled. I told the cabbie of the change of plans

She snuggled up against me, her cheek against my collarbone, her legs towards me, with on of her calves overlapping mine. I looked down and noticed the one leg coming out through the split in her coat. Her dress had ridden up with the angle her leg was at, and bare thigh was visible above the lace top of her stocking. There was a tiny red bow sewn in to the lace, and right above it I could see the garter clipped to the stocking. I couldn’t help but rest one hand on her thigh, just below the start of the lace.

She nuzzled in to my neck and I let my hand creep slowly higher, until it hit bare skin. She looked up at me and our eyes met, then our lips. My hand crept even higher as she turned more towards me, and I felt my fingers pass the velvet hem of the dress. I had my hand on her ass and my cock got instantly rock hard as it hit me that she had to be wearing a thong since I’d hit bare ass. With the material of the dress, she could have gotten away with fuller panties, but she clearly was prepared to look sexy with her dress off. I was prepared for this as well.

We broke our kiss off and her head went back to my shoulder. I saw the cabbie watching us in the rearview mirror, but I didn’t care. I am usually sexually reserved in front of others, but she had me so turned on I’d have fucked her right there if she’d kept up our making out long enough. It didn’t help matters that her hand had come to rest on top of my cock, and she gave it a little squeeze through my pants.

We finally got to my dorm building. The cabbie flashed me the smile of a dirty old man as I paid and we climbed out. Katie adjusted herself and I led her inside, hand on the small of her back.

I barely got the door of my room closed before my back was against it, Katie pressed up against me kissing me with a near desperation. I broke it off and unbuttoned her coat. Casting it aside, I grabbed her by the hips and spun her so that now her back was to the door, and our making out continued. He tongue danced around my lips, avoiding my own tongue at first, then circling it before she seemed to almost suck my tongue into her mouth, darting around it lightly with her own. She swung her thigh up, her calf around my ass, and I heard her shoe hit the floor. I grabbed her by the back of her thigh to steady her and proceeded to kiss along her neck, her ear, back to her neck, firmer now, down to her collarbone.

She smelled very subtly of a sweet, spicy perfume. something like Japanese ginger candies.

She pushed me lightly away, worrying me briefly before she said, “Is there another light in here? The ceiling light is awful bright after a night in a bar.” She kicked off the other shoe.

“On the desk,” I said. She started to walk towards it, he ass swaying, the soft velvet clinging to it.

After a step or two, she turned her head, not breaking her slow stride, and said, “Why don’t you get your suit off and take a seat.”

Thanks for picking this story to read! This is part 3 of a true story – the first part appears in “Lovely Lynn at the Nudist Resort” and I recommend starting there. In this part, which takes place away from the resort, Lynn gets dressed – and then undressed.

*****

Much as we’d love to, Lynn and I couldn’t spend every minute at the nudist resort. We had been lucky enough to spend two wonderful afternoons there, extending into early evening each time, but the daily realities of life consume us all and Lynn and I were no different. Weeks were passing and we would text often, and talk on the phone from time to time, all while wondering when we might meet again. At least, that’s what I was thinking about.

The summer was by now fading into fall, so even when a free weekend day came available it was unlikely to be strip-naked-by-the-pool weather. The air had gotten cooler and green leaves were turning red and yellow in the northeast. My chances to spend a day naked outdoors with Lynn were probably past for now, so it was time to start thinking more creatively about spending time together.

I had heard Lynn talk about a microbrewery very near to her house, and that got me thinking. I’d take a chance and drive to the microbrewery to surprise her, timing it to arrive at around the time when she got out of work.

I knew that this was a risky plan. Lynn lived about 2 hours away from me, so I might easily make the drive and then have to turn around and head right home if things didn’t work out as I hoped. What if she had to work late or had plans for that night? What if she was free, but didn’t really want to see me without having planned it? I am who I am, and sometimes I get an idea in my head and won’t let it go.

I left work and made the long drive to her town, getting to the brewery shortly before the end of her workday. There was a great beer list, and I picked one out and placed my order, sitting at the bar and thinking about when to call her and what to say. I looked up at the sign with the long list of beers under the name of the microbrewery, and I got an idea. I took out my phone and turned and took a selfie, smiling big, with the brewery sign in the background. I checked the picture and it looked okay, so I texted it to her. No words, just my smiling face and the sign in the background. I sipped my beer and waited.

“Where are you?? You are RIDICULOUS!!” came back as a text. I started laughing out loud, happy and nervous at once. I was pretty sure she was glad to hear from me but still not 100% sure.

“I heard about this microbrewery from a friend,” I said by return text. “I really wanted to try it!”

We texted back and forth a bit and I was pretty sure that all was well. She was going to come straight over from work. I was thrilled! I sipped my beer and probably stared at the door for the next 20 minutes.

Eventually, lovely Lynn walked in. Now, you have to remember, I met Lynn naked and had spent about 12 hours with her over two days and we were both naked for almost the entire time. I had actually never seen her dressed in anything more than a towel or a cover-up and even then only for a few minutes at a time. Lynn is unmistakable, though, and has her own style. She was wearing a short black dress over her slim little porno body along with several silver bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. Her impeccable makeup and asymmetric hairstyle completed the picture. She was breathtaking. As she walked toward me she caught my eye and flashed a big smile, but stopped to say hellos to a few people on her way over to me. I was sipping my beer, smiling a silly smile and watching her all the way. She really is a strikingly beautiful woman, with a very cool alternative vibe.

When Lynn got to me she melted into my arms, laughing. She looked up at me, a huge smile beaming on her pretty face, and said, loudly, “I can’t believe you drove all the way here! I’m so happy to see you!” She then pressed her face to my chest and squeezed me tightly before tipping her face up for a quick but sexy kiss.

I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My risky plan had worked out!

She sat down next to me at the bar and we ordered her a beer. We caught up a bit and then she pointed out that some pretty good food was served at this microbrewery, including wonderful pizza. Pizza, beer and the company of my sexy lady-friend sounded like a pretty good start to the evening to me, so we negotiated some toppings and ordered a pizza and asked for it to be sent to us outside in the beer garden. We walked out, beers in one hand and each other in the other hand, and found a bench-style picnic table with nobody else around.

Lynn sat next to me, sliding close and spinning in her seat, wrapping her legs around my waist and putting her arms around my neck. We kissed again, this time for a much longer time and much more deeply.

We sipped our beers and caught up on our days and the things happening in our lives. Our pizza came and we shared half of it, and boxed up the other half to go. She invited me back to her place which was just a few short blocks away and we headed out after saying goodbye to a few of her friends. As we got outside she turned and kissed me again, this time wrapping her right leg around my left and grabbing my hair as we kissed.

We drove the short distance to her place, and I parked my car next to her cute little VW Beetle. She waited for me by her car, smiling that big smile again, and then took my hand and led me to her door and inside. Music greeted us as we walked in and she explained that she often left the radio on even when away. Her apartment was neat and well decorated, with framed family photos and cool artwork all around.

She excused herself, saying she wanted to change her clothes. She came back a few minutes later barefoot and in tight shorts and a small tank top. It was very nice to see a little more of her again and I admit it made my heart race.

We got some cold drinks and took them to the love seat in the living room. I pulled Lynn to me and we kissed some more and soon I had pulled her on top of me (or maybe she climbed there). We were kissing and all of a sudden I started laughing.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

“I’m not used to you with clothes on,” I said, and we both cracked up, kissing several times through the laughter. I reached under her shirt and around her back to undo her bra, and then moved my hands to take her perfect little breasts Aile İçi Porno into my hands. They were small and soft and of such a nice shape!

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” I said, kneading her breasts gently while we kissed and while Lynn made soft, satisfied little sounds, letting me know she wanted me to continue.

I pulled her shirt off and then paused to look at her. I did that comic book villain thing with my eyebrows, wiggling them up and down, and she burst out laughing. She was still laughing as I pushed her down on the couch and starting kissing licking and sucking on her nipples, getting another soft moan from her.

I then stood up and quickly stripped off all my clothes. “Oh, he’s naked,” said Lynn, as if she were talking to someone else.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the loveseat and into the bedroom, and then lifted her up (she really is tiny) and heard her squeal as I threw her onto the bed. I then jumped up onto the bed and tore her tiny shorts off her. No panties.

I spent the next 20 wonderful minutes kissing, licking and sucking every inch of her sweet little dancer’s body. Every little moan and squirm got me more revved up, and soon we were making love. Not the sneaky, slow, secret love in the hot tub of the nudist resort, hiding from the nearby people. No, this was wild, hard and fast. I pinned Lynn down on her back and pushed my cock deep inside her.

“Yes, baby, fuck me hard,” she said in a low, sexy voice. And I did.

As I pushed all the way in, Lynn said, “oh, you’re reaching places where nobody has been in a long while.”

It might seem silly or shallow, but that made me feel good. I don’t think of myself as particularly big. I have a good cock, average in size or maybe barely more, but if there’s one thing that’s true about all men it’s that the more turned on we are, the larger and more engorged we become. Lynn had me so turned on that I was at my biggest and thickest, and every inch of me was buried deep inside her – over and over again.

We flipped over to let Lynn ride me cowgirl, and I marveled at her slim and well toned little body dancing and writhing over me. Things were getting a little rougher, and a lot hotter. I pawed her breasts and watched her ride. It was amazing – a sight I will never forget. More than that, it was a feeling I will never forget. Soon I was on the verge of cumming, so I flipped us over again in order to control the pace. Lynn was on her back again and using her legs to pull me in, both of us moaning, and kissing urgently and roughly. I arched my back as I got closer to cumming and Lynn instinctively sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, which is something I really love. I fucked her harder and just as I was about to cum, she opened wide and bit my pec, pinching an inch of my skin between her teeth and biting hard. I must have screamed, with pain mixed with orgasm, while Lynn thrashed on the bed beneath me. Before I was done, Lynn started to cum as well, pretty clearly turned on by the moment, by my climax, and maybe by my pain.

I eventually rolled off and quickly checked to see if my chest was bleeding (it wasn’t). We laughed about the bite and marveled about the love making.

“That was incredible!” amatör sikiş I said.

“Unbelievable!” she said.

“The biting was super hot,” I said, “but next time, let’s go a little easier.”

She saw the smile on my face and knew I wasn’t at all upset and she started laughing, assuring me that she’d be careful. We kissed deeply and passionately, and held each other tightly for another 20 minutes until we fell asleep.

Lynn slept nude, this night and, she told me, every night. This was not surprising given how we’d met at a nudist resort. She was comfortable, and beautiful, in her bare skin. It remains my favorite look on her to this day.

I woke up a few times during the night, and took Lynn into my arms each time, kissing her head gently as she slept. One of the times, my kissing woke her and we were drawn to each other again, kissing deeply. The kisses got hotter and our embrace got tighter and in no time we were at it again. Lynn was an incredible lover, pulling me into her and letting me know how much she wanted me. That made it all the more exciting for me.

With Lynn squirming beneath me, I found my rhythm, moving harder and faster. All of a sudden she reached up and pushed her open hand under my chin, pushing my face away. Nobody had ever done that before and I found myself going from 10 on the arousal scale to 11. She saw the effect this had on me and let a smile flash across her face before returning to a serious look and pushing me away some more with her hand while pulling me in with her legs. I came again not long after.

As I held Lynn afterwards I told her how hot I thought that was. She squeezed me and kissed me again, and told me that I was a fabulous lover and she hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. I was feeling vaguely weird about being turned on by a woman pushing me away during sex. I hadn’t had much experience with rough sex and wasn’t sure that my liking it as much as I did said anything good about me. But the sex was amazing, and so was Lynn, and I knew enough not to overthink it all, at least not while she was still naked in my arms.

We slept well and woke up early in the morning, smiling and holding each other and enjoyed another round of loving, this time gentle and lazy, nobody minding messy hair or morning breath a bit. It was brief but wonderful, and soon after we got up for coffee, still naked as we walked around Lynn’s apartment.

Lynn looked at me and tried to hide a laugh.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m sorry,” she said, though she didn’t sound it at all, and really was on the verge of laughing out loud. She then pointed to my chest and told me to look in the mirror. When I did, I saw that there was a very large black and blue mark on my chest surrounding my right nipple. I started laughing, too.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes or so, I took several pictures of Lynn in her glorious natural state as we puttered around naked and she didn’t resist, even posing a bit for me. I think she was flattered by how much I wanted to have some nude pictures of her. This truly was an amazing woman.

We both had places to be, so our morning time together was brief. We showered together and got dressed quickly while sharing a cup of coffee. Lynn called the bagel shop on the corner and ordered me breakfast, so that I could stop on the way out of town and take breakfast on the road. We kissed a few more times and then I was on my way. I had a long drive ahead of me, but I had very nice memories to keep me company, knowing I’d be thinking about Lynn all the way.

It was un unusually warm spring day. The office was empty. Everyone else had gone to lunch except me. . .and him. I stood at the window in the lobby, watching him. He was laying on the grass out front, catching some rays.

I was feeling incredily horny that and, God knew I was attracted to this man!

‘Damn,’ I thought to myself. ‘I would love to go out there, rip our clothes off and ride his hard dick until my ass gets sunburned!’ Then I had to laugh at myself.

I sat back down at my desk and tried to focus on my work. A few minutes later, he came in and sat down at the workstation next to mine. He got online and surfed for a while. We chatted a bit. Eventually, we turned away from the computers and focused on each other. We talked; not really a conversation, more of a flirtatious verbal sparring match. Obviously, he was feeling as horny as I was that day.

I remember asking him if his dick was hard. He made a move toward his zipper as if he was about to show me. I looking him in the eye, raised my eyebrows, then glanced down at his crotch as if to say, ‘Go ahead.’ He did. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out right there at the desk! Lord, what a magnificent hard-on he had! I stared at it lustfully. After a moment he put it back in his pants and zipped them up.

I followed him down the hall to the little kitchen. He poured himself a cup konulu sex of coffee. I said something suggestive, I don’t recall what. He put his cup down and pulled his dick out again. This time, I reached out and grasped it, giving it a little squeeze. It felt so good in my hand! He closed his eyes briefly, a look of pleasure on his face. Then he got spooked by a sound somewhere in the office and he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up again.

We stepped across the hall to the smaller of the two conference rooms. Again, he pulled out his hard dick. This time, he began to stroke it. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. It was so incredibly sexy! I’m not sure what turned me on more – watching his hand stroking that beautiful erection or the expression of raw sexual pleasure on his face! Whatever the case, I was incredibly turned on. My pussy was drenched! I was mesmerized. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he continued to masturbate. I wanted to suck his dick so bad!

“Lock the door.” he whispered hoarsely.

“The lock doesn’t work.” I said.

He went across the hall to the larger conference room. I stood just outside the door, watching him. I was vaguely aware that I was licking my lips as I stood there with my eyes glued to his hard cock. I knew we shouldn’t porno seyret be doing this at work, but I wanted him so much!

“I have to. . .” I began to speak, but almost immediately lost my train of thought.

In a heartbeat, I stepped through the door, locked it and was across the room, on my knees before him.I put my hands on his hips and immediately took the full length of that magnificent cock into my mouth, sucking him hungily, greedily. His hard meat felt so good on my tongue! I could taste a bit of pre-cum and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load down my throat.

Then, out of nowhere, he said, “We have to stop. . .”

‘No!’ I thought. I moaned and sucked him into my mouth deeply, hoping to dissuade him from making me stop.

He stepped back, pulling his cock from my lips.

“We have to stop.” he said again.

I reached out and grasped the base of his cock firmly. I looked up at him. Our eyes locked.

“Please, Paul,” I pleaded. “please don’t make me stop!”

The expression on his face told me that he was standing on the fence of indecision, teetering between ‘stop’ and ‘don’t stop.’

I leaned closer to him and stuck out my tongue, looking into his eyes as I licked around and around the head of his throbbing cock.

“Please let me suck your dick.” I pleaded.

Searching türk sikiş his eyes, I could see him losing his balance, falling to the ‘don’t stop’ side of the mental fence. He nodded his head, almost imperceptibly; such a slight movement that I almost thought I imagined it. But the lust in his eyes and the throbbing of his cock told me that he wanted me to suck him – he wanted it bad!

I wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him against me, closing my eyes as I took all of him into my mouth again. I slid my lips up and down his engorged member. I tasted more pre-cum. He began to moan aloud as I squeezed his ass and sucked him as hard as I could.

‘Cum for me!’ I thought. ‘Cum in my mouth!’

He put his hands on the back of my head and groaned louder.

“I’m cumming. . .” he whispered hoarsely. And I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

I moaned with pleasure and kept sucking him, swallowing every drop. God, it tasted amazing!

When he was spent, I released my grip on his ass and and let him withdraw his dick from my mouth. He dropped into a chair behind him. His orgasm had left his face flushed and his knees wobbly. He put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up on last time.

I knelt in front of his chair, between his legs. I smiled at him, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hesitated. Then I felt his arms encircle my waist and he squeezed me tightly against him.

“They’re gonna be back from lunch soon.” he said.

“I know.” I replied. And with that, we left the conference room, each returning to our own desks, and went on with our workday.

Her hands automatically followed the directions his voice was giving. Her fingers started to unbutton her shirt… Finishing the task, she let the shirt hang open as he directed her again. Her eyes stayed glued to his as her hands caressed her breasts… Fingertips rolling her nipples into hardness thru the sheer material of her bra.

‘Take your shirt off, hon’ he said. She gave a little shrug of her shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor in a heap. She waited patiently as his eyes drank her in… The goosebumps visibly rising on her skin, as she couldn’t control the reaction to his voice, and commands.

‘Undo your belt, and slide your jeans slowly down… ‘ Her hands did as he asked… Slowing her actions into a timestopping moment of eroticism. She casually stepped out of her jeans leaving them in the growing> pile of clothes on the floor. A low moan came out of his mouth as he watched her. The shift of power seemed to change porno konulu imperceptibly, as she knew she was in control. She gazed at him intently and unclasped her bra… Sliding the straps off her shoulders, it fell to the floor… She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slid it down her legs. With her legs trembling slightly, she walked slowly across the room to the rocking chair. She sat down and propped her legs over the arms of the chair.

His eyes heated up every inch of her skin as her hands started to skim up and down her body. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she could his breath get more ragged.

She played for him, her sole audience. One finger slid inside her mouth, and she coated it with saliva. Then her fingers trailed down to her nipple, tracing a wet path around the hardness. Her eyes had been half-closed but now she opened them and looked porno seyret straight into his soul.

‘What do you want me to do, baby?’ she asked. He could hardly speak, ‘I want to see your fingers on your clit. ‘

Her fingers moved intently down to her clit. Rubbing it in soft circles… He watched the skin harden beneath her knowing fingers.

He couldn’t help himself… His hand lowered to his thickening cock, slowly stroking himself as she played with her clit. He watched her face as the tension built up inside her body… He could see the passion on her face… Heard her soft moan as the pressure continued to build… His low moan mingled with hers as his hand continued to stroke…

She played to her audience of one… Knowing that he was captivated by her movements. Her face showed the excitement she could feel inside as the eroticism took over… As one hand continued to stroke Üvey Anne Porno her clit, the other hand slid two fingers inside her wet opening.

He felt his cock jerk in his fingers as he imagined her fingers to be him… She watched his face as she slid her fingers in and out… Coating them in the juicy wetness…

She whispered… Are you getting close, hon?… Mmm… I want you to cum with me… So close…

Her fingers moved with more intensity… Increasing the pressure until she felt as though she would explode… She could see his hand stroking himself harder and faster…

Their voices mingled in the hot air… Moans combining…

NOW, baby… She moaned… Cum with me NOW… Her orgasm hit her hard… The first one opening up the floodgates to the second one…

He tried, but couldn’t hold back as he watched her face and her body move… His hand gave one last tug, and he joined her in a mindnumbing orgasm… Oh my goddd, he moaned…

They lay back across from each other, each softly caressing each other with their eyes… She gave him a wicked smile as she said… That was nice… He could feel her presence next to him as she blew a kiss to him… Soon, baby, it will be for real… Soon…

All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentionally.

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April 2019

My tongue and fingers continued working on her swollen pussy, strangled screams occasionally escaping the mouth belonging to the ass I was tongue fucking. I was at this for at least fifteen minutes making sure that she was sufficiently sated with my oral efforts.

My cock was back to full hardness now and aching to be in on the fun. Running quick circles on her clit from behind her, I speed up the approach of her latest orgasm. She started expressing a throaty ‘oohhhh’ so I knew she was close. On the cusp, I stopped my oral assault, stood, and plunged my full length into her dripping pussy, sliding up all the way to the hilt. I retracted and thrust again, harder, repeating until she screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped off of my cock. She squirted her juices all over my crotch and onto the floor. It was only the second time I’d seen this ass squirt like that, and the first time I was the direct cause. She collapsed fully over the back of the couch, her legs wobbling still. I caressed her ass cheeks, massaging lightly before moving away.

The last ass still standing has been waiting throughout the entire encounter. She’s heard me fuck and cum and tongue fuck all these other asses, and it made her wet and ready. Streaks of moisture rand down both her legs, absorbing into her purple fishnet stockings. I probed her sex gently, eliciting a sharp inhale of want and need.

I kissed her ass cheeks and lower back, moving my lips up and down, keeping my probing finger working her pussy. Finding her spot I added some pressure and was rewarded with a long, low moan.

She would have liked me to keep this up all night. However, I had needs; like the need to feel her warm, wet folds stretched around my cock. Withdrawing my finger, I slid by cock between her ass cheeks, moistening the head and causing more desperate moans as I entered her at a torturous crawl…

July 2011

“Fuck fuck, oh my, fuck, yes, please I’m almost there, fuck,” Jessica screamed as I pummeled her ass without mercy. On all fours, with Amber under her, her breasts were being similarly abused. Amber tweaked and squeezed her nipples until they were alomst purple, which of course is what Jessica requested.

Jessica was straddling Amber while I impaled her pussy with my long, thick cock. Occasionally I reached around under Jessica to play with Ambers clit, pleasing and annoying her at once.

I knew she was close being double teamed as she was. I was close too. Amber had already received a generous amount of cum from me, but now Jessica wanted her share.

“OooooooooOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuck!” Jessica yelled, being taken over by her orgasm. Her pussy contracted around my cock, setting off my own in quick succession. Before I blew my load, I pulled out and roughly shoved into Jessica’s lubed up ass. Her shock robber her of speech but her quivering told me her orgasm intensified.

I was breathless as I came into Jessicas tightening ass, thrusting brutally a few more times against her cheeks, filling her with each pulse of my cock. I couldn’t breathe for the pleasure and pain of it, but I didn’t care. The feeling of release after such a long foreplay was close to perfect. I withdrew and fell back on the bed exhausted.

Amber, lust now well sated, was first to get up. “C’mon guys,” she said to the limp, naked bodies in bed. “We have to get ready. The ceremony starts in a couple hours and you both look like crap.”

I peered up at Amber, her hair tousled and dried cum smeared across her chest and face adding a contrast to her normally olive tanned skin. “You’re one to talk” I said.

“Yea,” Jessica chipped in, “you look like a cum dumpster. Don’t judge us.”

Amber left and started the steam shower. Jessica crawled over to my semi-lifeless corpse. She kissed me.

“Thanks,” she said. “I really needed that.” She kissed me again. “Nothing like a good anal pounding to clear the head.”

I kissed her back. “I can whole heartedly agree to that statement. Glad I could help,” I said. She smiled and kissed me again before getting up to join Amber. I needed to get up as well but I waited a moment or two.

We were all going to this awards ceremony so some politician can do some photo ops and hand shaking. I was being presented with one because I had donated heavily to a youth technology program that this particular bureaucrat championed on the campaign trail. It annoyed me that he was basically taking credit for the impetus I organized and donated to to get that program up and running. It wasn’t the money I was concerned about, but I like to take credit for things I do. Im petty that way.

I got out of bed and headed for the shower. Jessica and Amber already scrubbing themselves and each other.

On the other hand, this event was a chance porno for all of us to get out and, if I’m being honest, a reason to see Jessica and Amber in those evening dressed they bought. Smirking, I stepped into the steamy shower.

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As we walked in south west Portland we probably looked like a strange sight. Two beautiful women and a (somewhat) handsome man in evening finery and sneakers, we munched on our to-go boxes from the Mexican food cart on SW 3rd. The awards banquet could hardly be called a banquet since the food was small, unappetizing, and was taken away rather quickly to serve the next course. During my acceptance speech, which was short, I think I missed half the meal. And so, with all due haste we made our way to some real food; served hot, plentiful, and right out of styrofoam boxes.

It’s a good life.

We finished up our street tacos and headed back to the car. We were idly chatting about some rather rude comments someone made about me right to my face. The fact that they never saw me before was not new, I often duck photo ops, but it was hilarious to see them lose their shit when my name was called and I stood up to get my little award.

On the way through the car park we heard some raised voices coming from ahead. As we approached a spray-on tanned man and a dark skinned woman were having an argument. Amber, Jessica and I stopped just around the corner to listen to the exchange.

“I told you bitch. You out of your goddamn mind?” he said.

“You were right there. What was I doing?” she accused.

“You were flirting and rubbing on his dick the whole night. You think I didn’t notice

that shit,” he said.

“I was talking to him,” she said. “Im writing an article on that club for the magazine. I need to talk to people to get information.”

“You were hoe-ing yo self out like a slut, thats what you were doing,” he said.

“You know what,” she said, “Fuck you! Fuck your pathetic gangster bullshit, and fuck you again in case you didn’t hear me the first time.”

“Ha,” Amber said quietly, “good for her.”

“Totally,” Jessica agreed. I strained to hear more.

“Oh, fuck me?” he said. Nice retort dude. “You think you shit without me? Who the fuck got you that job at the mag? My connections that what.”

“Your cousin ain’t a ‘connection’,” she said. “And he didn’t do shit cause he was fired a week before I even interviewed, because he was high again. My job I got on my own. So again, with shit on top, fuck you!”

“I really like her,” said Amber.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The unmistakable sound of an open hand hitting flesh made Jessica go wide eyed. “Oh, he did not just do that!”

We all choose that moment to turn the corner and came upon a scene that would have been cliche if it weren’t so infuriating.

A chunky caucasian man with, I kid not, a color coordinated blue adidas get up complete with five too many gold rings was standing over a dark olive skinned woman with a short afro and a club dress. Her dress was wet from the ground and her lip was bleeding. Her bag was spilled on the ground. For whatever reason, the trunk of, I assume his, car was open.

“Excuse me,” I said loudly. The man and woman turned to me. “Can I perhaps offer any assistance?” I was looking right at the woman when I said that.

“Fuck off,” the man said, “before I bitch slap you to the ground too.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, slick,” I said, staring down at him as I approached, “I was asking the lady.”

Amber and Jessica were giving us bulls a wide berth. The guy looked like he could actually do damage if he connected with me so I approached cautiously, maintaining balance at all times.

“I’m gonna give you one,” he said,” just ONE fucking chance to take your bitches and leave. Else I’m gonna fuck up your day and your sluts. You understand that, bitch?”

“No,” I said, moving to the side so his front was to me and back to the woman, “how about you take off your bra and explain it to me.”

That pissed him off. He reached into his truck and withdrew a baseball bat.

“Hang on dude,” I said, hand up in mock-surrender, “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Oh, already gonna puss out?” He asked. He held his bat to his side. “And what, you gonna run away like a little bitchy mouse?” He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Go ahead little bitch mouse. Scamper away. But those bitches ain’t leavin’ cause they gonna find out what a real mans like. What do ya say to that mutha fucka?”

I stood straight and smiled at him. His confusion was priceless. “Nothing,” I said, “I just wanted to distract you while she got behind you.”

He started to turn but it was too late. With a whistling sound, Amber swung the Denver Sap up between his legs. He lifted off of the ground a few inches and fell down into a heap.

Amber put her Sap back into her handbag.

“Thanks,” I told her. “Impressive lift too. And you in an evening dress no less.”

Amber blew a hair out of Aile İçi Porno her face. “Honestly, I was tired of hearing that guy talk, and you were taking too long.” She gave me a tight hug that I was glad for and returned.

“I’m glad you’re alright. Playing decoy is dangerous,” she said in my ear.

“I’m glad too, because of you,” I said.

Jessica and the woman walked up and surveyed the puddle of moaning Adidas gear at our feet.

“Thanks,” said the woman. “Thanks a lot. He was high and getting way too out of hand and I’m glad you all came when you did.” She was breathing heavily from the adrenaline. “I really don’t know what I would have done. I’m glad he just grabbed a bat. He’s got guns in there too.”

I looked down into the trunk and saw a couple duffle bags. I took a my pocket square (I was in a tuxedo after all) and opened them. One had what looked like several dozen kilos of weed. The other had several sawed off shotguns and a few pistols.

“Holy shit,” I said. “I’m glad too.”

I looked down at the pile of human garbage and had an idea. Checking to make sure there were no security cameras around, I made my choice.

“Here,” I said, handing Jessica the bag of drugs, “and here,” I told Amber, handing her the bag of guns. “Don’t touch the contents, but tip the bags out into the back seat. Make it really visible.” They smiled and set to their task.

I grabbed Mr. Eloquent and man handled his moaning mass into his own trunk. The car was an older model without the hand trunk released on the inside. It should hold him long enough for the police to arrive. Or for the car to get towed.

Task done, Amber and Jessica closed and locked the doors.

“So,” I said when they rejoined us, “what’s your name?”

“Tanya,” said the woman. “And thanks again. That is seriously going to fuck up his day when he recovers.” She smiled slightly but then winced from the cut on her lip.

Jessica dabbed at it with her handkerchief. “C’mon,” she said, “we’ll give you a ride home.”

Tanya walked with us to my car and I got my first good look at her. She was as tall as Amber (not including her hair), had milky chocolate skin and long, toned legs. Her club dress showed that she had an impressively curvy body, but her afro looked both totally appropriate for her and strangely out of place.

On the way to her apartment in southeast Portland, Tanya told us about her job and the reasons that altercation came to be. She also told us that even if J-Roc (of course his name is J-Roc) was charged, he’d be out on bail and back at there place. She couldn’t stay there, didn’t want to leave Portland as she just got a great job at a local magazine, but the only place she could go was her sisters place in Yakima, five hours away. A hotel was her current plan, at least for a short while.

After she got a few things from her place with Amber’s help, and changed into more normal clothes and let her hair down (it was still very curly but not an afro), she asked for a ride to the bus station.

“How about staying at our place,” Amber said, “we have plenty of room, and you’d be welcome to stay with us for a while if you want. At least until you find a new place.”

Tanyas eyes widened a bit. “Thats generous,” she said, “really, but I just met you all. It’s crazy to just stay with people you met just an hour ago.”

“Ha,” Jessica barked, “crazy is sort of our huckleberry. But we’re OK, really. And besides, Paul here makes a really great stir fry.”

“I really do,” I offered. “We’d like to help, and if crashing at our place would help you, then great.” I tried to sound sincere and reassuring. It would be a shame for her to have her life thrown out of whack by some wanna-be gangster if there was a chance we could help salvage the situation.

She thought about it for a few minutes before answering.

“Alright,” said Tanya, “I’ll take you up on your offer. But just a few days, maybe a week until I can find an apartment. But thats all.”

We started off for home. Jessica gave Tanya a side hug. “Great. And you really will love Pauls cooking. And if he says no to you just dolefully look at him and say ‘but I’m so hungry’ and bam; instant beef and broccoli.”

Tanya smiled at the quip and the affection. “Well,” she said, “I guess a couple weeks won’t hurt.”

#

It turned out that Tanya stayed for 3 weeks before finding her own place. But during that time she became friends with all of us and we were sorry to see her go. Jessica, it looked like, was very sorry, as she gave Tanya extra hugs and kisses that lingered just a bit too long to be called friendly.

Still, we’d gotten to know her and were used to her presence in the evenings. Tanya was funny, bright, adventurous, and also turned out to be a decent cook as well so I didn’t have to do it all the time.

She moved into an apartment in north east Portland that was not impressive, especially with what her magazine job was paying her, but amatör sex izle we visited often. We also brought her small house warming presents just to make her feel more at home.

However, this lasted only three months. In December, Tanyas building was undergoing a remodel and was found to have asbestos and lead paint in significant enough quantities to require everyone to move out for at least six months.

And so, Tanya showed up at our doorstep one chilly night with bags and boxes and a pissed off attitude. However a properly home cooked meal quickly fixed that right up for her.

“You know,” Jessica told Tanya as we all ate gumbo, “you don’t have to leave. You’re always welcome here for as long as you want.”

Tanya glanced to me and then Jessica. “I know. And thats awesome, but it’s best if I find my own place.” She glanced back to me before continuing with her soup.

Now, it’s been said, and proven mathematically, that I am absolutely blind when it comes to spotting things involving women. I’d like to think that I’ve learned a bit along the way, but apparently I did not.

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A few hours after Tanyas return to the house, Jessica reminded me that I am an absolute idiot.

Amber and Tanya wanted to watch an uber-horrible chick flick, but Jessica and I hated that thought, so we retreated upstairs to my room.

“Oh, fuck,” Jessica panted a short while later, riding me cowgirl. She’d already had two orgasms and was now encouraging me in her o-so-sweet way. “Fuck me hard, blast that hot, sticky load into my pussy.”

She raised herself and put her hands on my chest, her breasts bouncing with my thrusts. “Yea, thats it. Stare at my tits while you fuck me and cum in me. Do it. Fuck, fuck fuck,” she moaned as she ground my cock faster.

“Oh FUCK!” I roared as I thrust hard into her a few more times before cumming. I felt half a dozen strong pulses as I unloaded inside of her. She ground into me a bit more and I felt a final, slightly weaker orgasm while still joined at the sex. She collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily, slick with sweat.

After that rather hot orgasm, in no small part thanks to Jessicas spicy encouragement, I was floored once again by how hot it was when a woman talks dirty to me.

“You are a fucking idiot, you know,” she said to me post coitus.

See, totally hot.

“I…what?” I tried to clear my head and process her statement. As she was still on top of me, her pussy wrapped around my cock, our juices mixing in her warm, wet folds, it was increasingly difficult to think beyond caveman level thoughts.

“Tanya is scared,” she said. “She’s scared about what her being here does to us. More specifically, does to you and me.”

This was starting to make sense. Sort of. Maybe? Oh. Eh? Oh!

“You two hooked up!” I exclaimed. “Thats why she was all ‘furtive glances’ earlier, right?”

Jessica leaned back onto her hands, her breasts swaying slightly with the movements. “I…yes. OK, yes, we hooked up when she was staying here. And…” she frowned slightly “maybe a few times after she moved out.” She look at me questioningly. “Are you mad?”

I had to think about that for a second. Amber and I had an exclusive relationship…sort of. Well, until Jessica came into the mix. But Amber and I still had our exclusivity with each other, and we were exclusive with Jessica, but Jessica wasn’t under any obligation to be exclusive with us. She could date or whatever with whoever she saw fit. The fact that she never talked about anyone else led us to believe that she either was very quiet about such things, or just didn’t find anyone else she liked.

Jessica and Tanya developing a thing for each other seemed OK with me. I am sure Amber felt the same way. And I could see how Tanya would be worried about messing things up with all of us. It was confusing to someone not familiar with our situation.

“No,” I told Jessica, “I’m not mad. And if you and Tanya make each other happy, then thats great. Just,” I tried to be sincere without sounding like a dick, “if you want to change our relationship, yours and mine, or Ambers, or whatever, just let us know how we can make you comfortable.” I think I smiled warmly, but not sure if I pulled it off.

Jessica smiled, leaned down and kissed me tenderly. “You really are an idiot,” she said, kissing me again. “You know how much courage I mustered just to make my move on you? I was scared and nervous the whole time and your gesture afterwards was so great that I knew I made the right call.” She kissed me again. I was starting to like her speech giving. “I’ve grown to love you and Amber and I don’t ever want that to change. Please believe me when I tell you that.”

I brushed her auburn hair back behind her ears. I kissed her warmly. “I do. And so does Amber.”

“Good,” she said. “Cause with Tanya, it’s not a love trade, or an evolution, or swap, more like…” she thought about the right word “an addition. Like, ‘hey, here is this sweet piece of awesome I can add to my being’. And I’m not even sure its love at this point, either. Does that make sense?”

I pulled her down into a fierce hug, our bodies still connected at the sex, her breasts smashed into my chest. I tried to convey my feelings through that hug. She squeezed back that she understood.

As Michael kissed Lisa deeply he was turned on at the thought of French kissing and tongue swirling with the same tongue that had just given so much pleasure to his hard throbbing cock and nut sack. He could taste a faint flare of his pre-cum in her mouth and his cock twinged at the thought of her swallowing his salty juices.

Once again he reached down between Lisa’s legs to feel her hot pussy, he pushed two fingers inside her tight cunt and was amazed at the amount of juices inside her, his fingers glistened with her fluids when he pulled them out and he knew that she was turned on beyond belief, dripping wet and ready to take this to the next level.

He reached for his jacket and laid it on the floor to give her a little comfort from the dank, musty concrete floor. He told Lisa to lay down on her back for him which she willingly did, he nudged her legs and she spread herself wide open. Lisa closed her eyes as she felt Michaels beard tickling the inside of her thighs. He started tenderly kissing her inner thighs, her outer pussy lips and then her stiff, swelled clit. It was at that moment that she thought she could almost faint from pleasure as she felt his hot, wet, hard tongue start to swirl around her pussy lips. He was so skilled in the oral arts and she could tell that he had much previous practice with other partners but none of that mattered, at that time all she wanted was to feel his wet mouth between her legs!

Michael licked up and down the length of her lips, teasing each side, flicking his tongue on her pink meat was intoxicating for him. He gently touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and started swirling it around while she squirmed with delight. He alternated between flicking his tongue on it, kissing it, and then sucking it into his mouth. Her clit and cunt lips were swelled up almost three times their normal size, absolutely engorged from the things Michael was doing with his mouth. She reached out and put her hands on the back of Michaels head and began to grind her cunt into his mouth, riding his face with her hot soaking wet pussy, forcing her meaty lips into his mouth where she could feel his hot, wet tongue deep inside the walls of her wet hole! He licked her snatch for at least 15 minutes and she was enjoying having her hot hole licked out so much that she felt herself starting to tingle and burn inside and knew that she was beginning to orgasm. Luckily, Michael was at the point where he couldn’t stand it any longer and was dying to slide inside her.

He came up from her pussy and positioned his cock between her legs. He started rubbing his cockhead up and down her cunt lips and on her swelled clit, coating his shaft with her wet juice and lubing her lips with the pre-cum oozing out of his piss hole.

Before he pushed inside he was reminded by her fingers displaying her wedding rings that she was a taken woman. He was gentleman enough to ask if this is what she wanted, giving her a second to change her mind if she porno izle wanted to. “I want you inside me” was her reply, which was a huge relief to Michael, he wanted her so bad and had wanted her for months. With a home situation like she had who could blame her, any girl who was in a loveless, sexless marriage would jump at the opportunity, and Michael was just the guy to oblige her!

Lisa was ecstatic with the thought of being fucked, she had secretly wanted him from the beginning but now, as her fantasy was becoming a reality she was nervous but incredibly excited at the same time. Yes, she had always wanted to fuck him, but she didn’t know he had such a huge cock, she was scared that it would hurt and didn’t know if she could take such a big cock in her small cunt, especially since she hadn’t had a cock of any size for quite a while.

Michael spread her cunt lips wide apart and positioned his cockhead between her fleshy folds. He slowly pushed his dick inside her until the head disappeared inside her cunt canal. He thought that she must not have gotten laid much at home because her pussy was so incredibly tight that he had a hard time easing inside and had to take it very slowly at first. Little by little and very slowly, he worked his swollen shaft inside her until he almost had his entire length inside her tight snatch. The combination of her wet juicy pussy and his pre-cum was a huge help, he definitely needed lube to get inside this tight hole!

Lisa laid back, eyes closed, in ecstasy, taking his huge cock deep inside her. At first she didn’t think she could take the whole thing, but Michael persisted, sliding in and out of her very slowly, pushing just a little deeper every few minutes, she gasped when she could finally feel his balls on her cunt lips knowing that her greedy wet hole had taken the entire length of his 10 inch cock! Michael was also in heaven, he was dying to get in her pants since he first laid eyes on her, she was a huge fantasy of his and now she was spread open on the floor with all 10 inches of his cock deep inside her stomach!

Once she was ok with taking his entire length he started speeding up the pace a bit. He went from fucking her slow and gentle to a little faster and deeper, feeling the ridges of her flesh gripping around his cock like a tight glove milking his dick. He came up from the lying position and brought her legs up as far as he could to her side, he could watch his cock sliding in and out of her hole that way, he pulled her hips up off the ground a bit so Lisa could watch his meat sliding inside her as well, she was mesmerized with the sight of his huge log pumping in and out of her hot cunt. Her lips would grip the sides of his shaft and stretch out when he withdrew and then come back when he slid back inside. She loved watching his huge wet cock slide in and out of her taboo married hole, she smiled and thought only if her husband could see her now!

When she could comfortably Türkçe porno take his entire length Michael started fucking Lisa deep and fast. He held her spread legs and pumped his rod in and out of her at a brisk pace while watching her tits jiggle back and forth, at times he would lean over and suck her nipples which got hard and tiny, every mans dream! Lisa could feel the insides of her pussy starting to tingle and burn and knew she was going to cum quickly. She wrapped her legs around Michael and pulled him inside her even more than he was already, her legs started to buck and quiver as she felt an incredible orgasm rip through her body. She kind of went cloudy in the moment of intense pleasure but when she regained her senses Michael was holding his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans but continued to deeply fuck her wet cunt. Most women would ask for a break for a moment as things get sensitive after an orgasm but Michael was having none of it, he literally held her on her back and fucked her for over an hour before he stopped to let her stand for a moment. When she caught her breath Michael came from behind her and guided her to a shelf to steady herself, he told her to slightly bend over and hold on.

Michael entered her from behind, he loved the feeling of sliding his cock between her ass cheeks and could feel them on his balls when he was deep inside her, and she loved the feeling of being filled with huge thick cock while being bent over and fucked deep and hard! Michael picked up the pace and soon was fucking her hard and deep from behind, watching her tits flop around while he slammed her hot cunt from behind was absolutely incredible. He fucked her hard and deep in that position until she couldn’t take it any longer, she could feel his hard meat so deep inside her that she thought she’d pass out, he was literally slamming his cock as deep inside her as he could, holding her in place by her shoulders so that she couldn’t squirm away he was grinding every inch of skin that he possibly had deep in her gash. She was in heaven being so stretched out and filled up by his big rod that it was no surprise as another orgasm started shuttering through her abdomen, she was in pure and certain bliss and collapsed into Michaels arms as he gently lowered her to the ground. Lisa had to ask for a break to catch her breath for only a minute, after she caught her breath Michael was already positioning her and getting ready to violate her hot hole again.

This time Lisa got on her hands and knees doggystyle, Michael came from behind, spread her ass cheeks with both hands and slid his massive pole deep inside her cunt once again sliding it all the way to the balls on the first stroke. The hardest thing for Lisa to do was not take his massive rod to the hilt of her cervix, but to be quiet while doing it. Michael pumped her married cunt like a whore, her juices were running down her legs and his also.

While Türkçe altyazılı porno pumping her doggystyle he spread her ass cheeks apart so he could penetrate her with every fraction of his shaft. With his thumb he rubbed the outside of her soaking gash to get it wet and then started rubbing her puckered asshole. She immediately felt uncomfortable and told him No, but he held her in place and continued. He spit on his thumb to get a little more lube and started to push his thumb inside her anus. She tried to pull away but he held her tighter and pushed his thumb deeper in her asshole. He held her in place while hammering her cunt with his long cock and he pushed his thumb as deep into her bowels as he could. This felt incredible to Michael as he could feel his own cock sliding in and out of her cunt against his thumb which was just separated by a thin layer of her skin. This was finally a little more than he could take and he felt his balls starting to churn with a burning feeling that he couldn’t stop. He told her he was going to cum and asked if he could cum inside her. She told him Yes cum inside me! With that cue he started to shutter and buck and grabbed her forcefully as tight as he could. He pushed deep inside her as far as he could as his cock exploded, started pulsating and pumped a huge load of hot white semen deep inside her ravaged cunt hole. When he pulled out his cock it was shiny and covered with her juices and his. Her lips and clit were swollen to the point that she wondered if they would return to normal size and his load was already running out of her wet slit. He fell on top of her, and held her as they took several minutes to catch their breath and get some kind of comprehension as to what had just happened.

They finally caught their wind and started getting dressed. Michael told her how incredible she was and she told him she felt the same, that she couldn’t remember ever having sex that good. He told her he was glad that she was on the pill because he wanted to cum inside of her badly. She smugly looked at Michael and said I’m not..but it’ll be ok. He was a bit bewildered and had to just hope that it would be ok, it would be a little embarrassing to explain that to her husband but she didn’t really care.

After they were dressed they kissed several times and he mentioned that he hoped they could have a repeat performance, Lisa agreed and told him that she would be ready whenever he was!

She still had to work for a few hours so she went into the ladies room to wipe Michaels cum out of her panties, she was amazed at the amount of sperm that had seeped out of her pussy, she was thinking that he hadn’t cum in a year by looking at the load he left in her!

When she was finally off work and driving home she continued to feel his juice oozing out of her well fucked pussy. She reached down her pants and felt her still swollen clit, she was sensitive beyond belief but had to run a finger inside her wet hole to feel her soaked hole to remind herself that it wasn’t a dream. She absolutely could not wait to feel his massive cock inside her tight cunt hole again! And as far as feeling guilty?, Well, if the husb was too busy partying with his buds she could definitely find some incredible meat to stuff her hot hole with, the hell with him!

Ch. 06 – The Assault

Shantei was only two days march from the Fallen Encampment. Lexington and Ishmael had decided to halt the march in order to plan the attack. The two remained in a tent held up by three thick wooden poles that stood almost twice their height. Two small torches were mounted beside the makeshift wooden table that held a parchment with scribbles of what was apparently an outline of Shantei with surrounding landmasses and oceans.

The night breeze was gentle, but blew enough to make the fire of the torches sway. Lexington took in a deep whiff of the smell of burning wood with his breath. There was also a faint hint of the smell of sand from the Sapphire Ocean that was to the north of them where the River Luildel emptied.

Lexington was reminded of Shantei and how he first met Enama. He knew so little then. He realized how much he had learned before returning his focus to the task at hand.

“Have the scouts returned?” Lexington asked.

Ishmael nodded and replied, “Yes, Daniel and Sera reported of Shantei that the Shadowmen are continuing their sexual rituals. Daniel believes that they are drawing energy for an event.”

“An event?”

“A summoning.”

“For what?”

“For whom, sir. Demetriux, the Valkyrie Lord, has yet to take foot in the Earthen Realm.”

“And what of Shadohinus and the Black Citadel?”

Ishmael returned a solemn glance. “Daniel believes that the blight that surrounds the Black Citadel acts as some sort of sensory extension of Shadohinus. If anything other than Shadowmen were to set foot on the blight, we believe the dark lord would be alarmed and we would lose our advantage of surprise.”

“We lost that advantage the moment Thraxa fell.” Lexington sighed as he gazed at that map. “Even if we took back Shantei, we could not take Shadohinus and his Shadowmen Legions head on. We also have to take note of the fallen Celestials that decided to join him.”

Ishmael nodded. “Nor can we just sit here and wait. Every day Shadohinus and his legions grow bolder. Without the power of the Omnipotent to send Celestials to aid us, we have no reinforcements. Unless…”

Lexington shook his head slowly, “No. We cannot involve the humans in this fight. They would be mere distractions to Shadohinus.”

A long silence grew between the two as they both gazed at the map that was laid out before them.

“Distractions,” Ishmael said.

Lexington turned his gaze to Ishmael.

“Maybe that’s what we need – a distraction.”

“Explain,” Lexington requested.

“We use a number of humans to lure Shadowmen away from the Black Citadel and we launch an attack.”

“Why would Shadohinus send Shadowmen to deal with humans? They pose no threat to the Black Citadel no matter how great their numbers would be.”

“Women.”

It dawned on Lexington. The one thing that drove all of Shadohinus’ choices was his great desire for carnal pleasure. Sex was all Shadohinus cared for in the end and they both knew it

Ishmael continued by saying, “The women of Shantei are strong and beautiful. You’ve told me this. If Shadohinus caught sight of them, we know he would not resist.”

“I will not put humans in immediate danger.”

“This is war, sir. Casualties cannot be avoided. Remember that they are distractions, not sacrifices.”

Lexington nodded again. “We will send Fallen with them, as a precaution.”

“Only the most beautiful,” Ishmael replied with a smirk.

“Get it done.”

Ishmael bowed his head lightly and turned to make his way out.

—

Lexington sat at the edge of his tent’s cot, waiting to hear back from Ishmael. It was merely hours until he would send the Fallen to assault Shantei, the village he had once lived in though it was no longer the village he had known. It was now a ceremonial ground for rituals of the Shadowmen in order to generate enough energy for a great summoning. Lexington had been informed that the summoning was for Demetriux, the Valkyrie Lord.

What he remembered of Demetriux made his fervor all the harder to remain. Demetriux was a great adversary, the only combatant Lexington had ever had respect for. The Valkyrie Lord was the only agent of Avariceal to ever best a Seraph in single combat in Immobul, the barren realm between Cielos and Avariceal. Aggram, at the time held the same rank as Lexington of Seraph, had led a small number of Celestial Soldiers through Immobul to one of Gavreel’s, the High Seraph, outposts in the middle realm.

Though they never found out how Demetriux had learned of Aggram’s position, Demetriux had surprised Aggram. Though Demetriux’s great numbers were able to destroy Aggram’s men, Aggram would not bend to the Shadowmen. All Shadowmen that stood before the Celestial Giant had fallen until Demetriux realized he needed to put Aggram down himself.

Though Lexington didn’t witness it himself, the surviving Celestials of that day claimed that the entire realm shook with every clang of Demetriux’s Greataxe and Aggram’s Greatmaul. Demetriux karabük escort eventually disarmed Aggram and was in position to provide the killing blow until Gavreel arrived forcing Demetriux to retreat.

When Aggram had heard of the news that Demetriux would eventually be summoned to the earthen realm, Lexington knew that Aggram would relish in the chance to regain his pride.

A thought lingered still. How did Demetriux learn of Aggram’s position? It was unlike Shadohinus to send scouts, especially in Immobul. What made Immobul so undesirable was that it was a barren space occupied by nothing, but ash and stone. It made Avariceal seem as appealing as earth.

Lexington’s train of thought was interrupted as Daniel stepped in. Lexington looked up to greet Daniel and noticed that the sun had slowly begun to rise. The sky was slowly shifting from its dark purple color to a soft blue. It was almost time.

“Esther, Sera, and Beth will accompany the ‘distraction’ team, sir,” Daniel said.

“And what of Ishmael?”

“He has yet to return with your wife and the select women of Shantei, but I believe he will be here any moment now.”

Lexington stood and placed his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “Well done. Have Esther, Sera, and Beth see me. And inform me as soon as Ishmael arrives.”

Daniel replied in a nod and made his way out.

Lexington sighed. He didn’t like this plan, but it was the only one he knew had any chance of working. Moments later, the three Celestial women stepped into Lexington’s tent.

“Let me have a moment with Esther.”

Beth and Sera nodded and stepped out.

Lexington set himself back onto the edge of his cot and motioned Esther to take the seat set for her. Esther sat herself down.

“Has Ishmael briefed you?”

“Yes, sir. We are our honored to protect the humans. I do have one question though.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why not use all Celestial women instead of mostly humans?”

“I fear that Shadohinus would be able to clearly distinguish Celestial from human, despite their great beauty. He would sense the trap. With you three outnumbered by the humans, I feel that you would be hidden long enough for the distraction to take effect.”

Esther nodded in return though Lexington could tell that she was not satisfied with the answer.

“Speak freely, Esther.”

“Forgive me, sir. I would just prefer that we be on the battlefield with you. There are other, far more beautiful Celestial women to take our place.”

Lexington nodded. “I appreciate your humility, but I need my best soldiers to protect the humans. Once the human women are safe, be sure to rendezvous with Ishmael and his outfit at Shantei.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“One last thing.”

Lexington stood up and motioned Esther to stand closer to him.

“Recall your armor and weapon.”

Esther’s eyes glowed a pale blue as the silver armor that protected her entire body up to her wrists, ankles, and neck began to retract its way towards the center of her chest. The retraction of her armor revealed Esther’s pale, milky complexion of her skin. The sunlight that poured in from the openings of the tent highlighted the features that made her incredibly beautiful. Her skin was smooth and appeared as soft as Lexington had ever seen. Without her armor, Lexington now noticed how tightly fit the brown vest Esther wore and how much cleavage the vest revealed. Though the vest pressed her breasts up against her, he could tell they were large. The vest was sleeveless and revealed the small musculature in Esther’s shoulders and arms. Her breasts were big enough that Lexington could see the sides of them through her arm sleeves.

The beige skirt that Esther wore billowed with the breeze that blew in. Lexington glanced down and noticed the defined muscles in her thighs and calves. The sandals that had straps that wrapped up to her mid-calf seemed to barely contain the firmness of her muscular calves.

“May I?” Lexington asked as he moved his hands just above the straps that held her vest together.

Esther nodded.

Lexington undid the straps as her vest gave way to her breasts. He saw that her breasts were now loosely held in a cloth band that wrapped around just her breasts and was tied in a knot at her back. He removed the vest and placed it on the chair beside them. With her stomach revealed, Lexington had expected Esther to have defined abs but she had but a firm flat stomach that led to her wide hips. He then placed his hands on the knot that held up Esther’s skirt and undid it, but he did not remove it. He rolled her skirt a bit so that it would reveal all her legs and slightly reveal the tantalizing curvature of her firm round buttocks. Once enough of her was exposed, he tied the knot back.

Lexington took a step back as Esther looked down to see his handiwork.

“This is what will draw Shadohinus’ attention,” Lexington said with a smirk. “Make sure the humans and Beth and Sera dress osmaniye escort accordingly.”

Esther stepped within an inch of Lexington. He was only a few inches taller than she, as she brought her face close to his.

“And how will a bunch of scantily clothed human women not appear as a trap?”

Lexington could feel her breath on his face. The smell of her breath was sweet. The smell of her hair was even sweeter. Almost intoxicating. He found himself aroused by her.

He took one step back, his calves now set against the edge of his cot. “You will appear to offer yourselves as a peace treaty.”

Esther took another step forward, closer to Lexington without touching him. She seemed to straighten herself, pressing her large breasts upward and out. The band of cloth that held her breasts appeared to strain to stay on.

“Tell me again how this is supposed to distract Shadohinus?”

Lexington felt his penis slowly fill with blood as he tried to compose himself. “Believe me, if Shadohinus saw a group of women as beautiful as you, he will be sure to collect you himself.”

Esther gave a seductive smirk and stepped back. Her face returned to its stern gaze upon when she had initially entered and quickly said, “thank you, sir. See you on the battlefield.”

And with that, she turned and left.

Lexington caught a glimpse of that perfectly round ass before he sunk into his cot and sighed. Peculiar, he thought.

—

As Lexington lied with his eyes closed on his cot, his mind began to wander. The memory that flashed in his head first was the joy he felt when he severed Thraxa’s head from her body. He instinctively reached down to the pocket of his robe where he kept that sack that contained Thraxa’s severed cock. He didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t know why he did it. All he knew was that he enjoyed relishing in his vengeance.

Though it was only moments since Esther left his tent, it felt as if hours had gone by with Lexington left alone to his thoughts.

Finally, Ishmael entered with Enama. Lexington sat up and Enama leapt towards him. Lexington jump to his feet to meet her greeting. He noticed that her belly was smaller.

“The baby?” he asked, worried.

“Everything’s fine. I gave birth last week. I have yet to name her.”

“Her?” Lexington felt his eyes fill with tears.

Enama nodded. She was glowing with both beauty and happiness.

The two wrapped their arms around each other tightly. Lexington could not wait to his child.

“I haven’t named her yet,” Enama said assuredly.

“A name?” Lexington paused. He couldn’t even begin to think of how to name a human baby. Thoughts flooded his mind. He didn’t still understand how a baby could be half human and half Celestial. Well, a Fallen Celestial, but a Celestial none the less. He shook the thought from his mind. He didn’t want to burden Enama with more unanswerable questions.

“I’m sure whatever name you come up with will be perfect,” Lexington finally answered.

Enama smiled. “How about Alexa?”

Alexa, Lexington said in his head. “I like it.”

Lexington embraced his wife once more before Ishmael stepped forward.

“Sir, Enama was gracious enough to select a few Shantei women that fit the profile you described. Most of them agreed to come. They want justice for what was done for their home.”

Lexington wasn’t surprised. He knew the women were as fierce as they were lovely. “Who did you manage to recruit?” Lexington asked Enama.

“Most of them you don’t know, but Allura, Sanya, and Mara are in that group.”

Mara… Lexington hadn’t thought about her in the longest time. The last time he saw her was that night he had met with Gaous. She was fucking two men in a tavern in Shahemein. Lexington felt happy for her, but at the same time wondered if she was just their whore. Either way, he was glad that she was here to help.

“Good. Have Esther brief them,” Lexington said to Ishmael.

Ishmael nodded, turned, and stepped out.

As soon as Ishmael was gone, Enama clung to Lexington and kissed him deeply. She pressed her firm breasts up against his chest as she slid her tongue into his mouth. Lexington returned the sentiment, cradling Enama in his arms. He felt his penis surge. Enama quickly noticed.

“We haven’t made love in so long,” Enama lovingly whispered in his ear.

She reached under his robe and grasped his engulfed cock at its base and squeezed with that firm grip of hers. Lexington loved everything about Enama, but he especially loved her hands. Her hands were the strongest yet softest woman’s hands that he had ever experienced. Enama continued to kiss Lexington passionately while she stroked his fully erect cock. With one of her legs wrapped around his, Lexington ran his hand down her side to her thigh and squeezed. They were as muscular and firm as ever and he loved that.

Suddenly, Lexington broke the kiss.

“I’m sorry, my love. But we need to marmaris escort arrange the attack now that we have all the pieces.”

Enama smiled and replied, “I just missed you is all.”

Lexington gave her one last kiss before he stepped out of the tent. He made his way through the encampment towards the west side where his army and the distraction group should be.

Ishmael had just finished speaking with Esther before she led the distraction party off towards the Black Citadel. He then turned to face Lexington and approached him.

“It should take them about three hours to walk along the coast, as far away from Shantei as possible.”

Lexington nodded. “You and Daniel will attack Shantei with a small group while Aggram and I position ourselves between Shantei and the Black Citadel. We must be ready to attack once Shadohinus falls for the ploy.”

“We will be,” Ishmael assured.

Lexington stuck his arm out towards Ishmael as Ishmael grasped Lexington’s forearm in return.

“See you on the other side,” Lexington said.

Ishmael nodded and turned towards his group. He quickly gathered his group together and off they marched towards Shantei.

Aggram stepped to Lexington’s side and said, “I’m surprised you’re not going with them. I was sure you would want to deal with Shantei yourself.”

“The Black Citadel will be the more fortified of the two. I will not let Shadohinus slip from my grasp.”

Aggram smiled and wrapped one arm around Lexington. “Just like old times.”

“Just like old times,” Lexington repeated.

Moments later, Lexington and Aggram gathered the remaining Fallen forces and proceeded to march south around Shantei towards the Black Citadel. Ishmael should reach Shantei shortly before Esther and her group were close enough to distract Shadohinus.

Just before they made off, Lexington was sure to send Enama back to Shahemein with two Fallen escorts. They didn’t say farewell. He would see her again. He would make sure of it.

—

It only took Lexington and his regiment of Fallen soldiers to get in position of the Black Citadel a couple of hours. It would be another hour before he expected Sera, perhaps the fastest Fallen, to dash her way towards them as the sign that the ploy had worked or failed. The anticipation was unsettling, but he had to remind himself to remain patient.

Lexington and his regiment were waiting in a cove by the Dead Ocean of the Badlands. He knew that their presence would be hidden by the surrounding hills and raging storms that constantly warred against the coast of the Badlands.

Aggram stepped from the group and took a seat on one of the many rocks that Lexington had placed himself on.

“What if the Shantei Shadowmen were successful in summoning Demetriux?” Aggram asked.

“If they were successful, I wouldn’t worry. Ishmael and Daniel are more than capable. But it doesn’t matter. I had Esther scout the area before we even made camp. She said that she could feel that the energy still wasn’t enough to summon the Valkyrie Lord. She also stated that it appeared as if they were just starting. I don’t think Shadohinus was expecting us to attack so soon.”

Aggram grunted. “How could she know such a thing?”

Lexington smirked as he turned to look at Aggram, “I trust her. You know that each of us has particular skills. Hers is just particularly useful in a time such as this.”

Aggram still looked unsure, but Lexington left him to his thoughts. He turned back and continued to use his Far Sight on the Black Citadel. Because Esther’s team was on the opposite of the Black Citadel, he couldn’t see them, but he could see the main gait to the Citadel and the surrounding walls.

There didn’t appear to be any guards that patrolled the walls as Lexington had expected. The giant gate was shut yet there also didn’t seem to be any sign of patrol on the outside. It didn’t worry him though. Their lack of patrol was a trait they carried from Avariceal. Because Shadohinus had control over his entire realm, similar to the Omnipotent before the Purge, defensive outposts were unnecessary because Celestials rarely ventured into Avariceal. It was usually Shadohinus on the offensive in Immobul where he was constantly stopped by the Celestial Forces.

No matter, Lexington thought to himself. The walls may be high, but that gate won’t be able to hold back the strength of his entire Fallen Army.

—

The hour had passed and then some and yet there was no sign of Sera. Lexington began to worry. He could sense the restlessness from the rest of his regiment.

Aggram finally spoke up, “Sir, shall we move to the contingency?”

Lexington shook his head. He had to remain patient. Sera would come. Suddenly, a form appeared on the horizon. It was nearly dusk and the sun cast long shadows over the coves and high dead trees where the few stood. Lexington used his far sight to see the person approaching and saw that it was Sera.

He focused his sight on her to clear his vision. He was taken aback by the sight. She was bleeding from her neck. Her summoned armor about her neck had been cracked as if something large bit down on her. Her blood ran down the front of her armor. The wrap that went about her breast was missing and the ends of her skirt were but shredded bits. She would be naked if it were for the armor that encased her.