It was nothing like she had imagined it. Simran was positively animalistic in bed, wanting to taste every inch of her body from head to toe and back again. Her voice seemed an octave lower, hoarse with lust as she writhed against Seema. Seema enjoyed it, none the less. Finally, they were making love and Simran was certainly pushing all the right buttons in the darkness of the bedroom, keeping Seema on the brink of orgasm for hours on end.

Seema couldn’t wait to bring Simran to her own a boiling climax. She wondered how Simran would taste.

“Mmm,” moaned Simran. “I love your pussy.”

She pushed her tongue into Seema again and again until Seema could stand it no longer.

“Oh Sim, please, I want to come.”

There was no answer from Simran, save a mischievous giggle as she removed her tongue just before Seema could come.

“Please, Sim. Make me come.”

Simran cooed from between Seema’s legs. She circled her tongue around, lightly flicking Seema’s sensitive nub. Seema closed her eyes.

“Mmm, gosh I love you, Sim.”

Simran’s answer was muffled as she pressed her face into the sweet wetness. She circled and flicked her tongue with such skill that Seema soon felt the tell-tale ache of her approaching climax.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped as she pulled her knees up to her chest. Simran’s tongue sent waves of extreme pleasure pulsing through Seema’s body until she had to release. “I’m. Going. To. Cuummmmm!”

Seema moaned, gulping air down as her body spasmed through her climax, Simran’s unrelenting tongue sending wave after wave of hot and wonderful release to Seema’s overloaded pleasure centres.

Simran knew exactly when to cease her flicking, moving her tongue down to Seema’s wet and yielding opening before her clitoris became over sensitive.

“Ahh, my gosh,” Seema laughed breathlessly. “You are so amazing at that.”

Simran slithered up until she was looking Seema in the eye. When their lips met in a loving kiss, Simran’s lips and tongue bore the taste and scent of her own sex. Seema found it so very erotic.

As their fervent kissing continued, Seema felt Simran pushing her crotch against her leg. Seema ran her fingers through Simran’s soft, wavy hair, gently pulling her in.

“I want to make you come, my love,” whispered Seema as she broke away from what was the most loving, erotic kiss she had ever had.

“Ok,” Simran said in a silky voice.

They swapped places. Simran lay on her back and gazed intently at Seema. Seema smiled devilishly and kissed Simran’s nipples, taking one then the other in her mouth to gently suckle. Simran closed her eyes, writhing in slow motion on the soft cotton sheets.

Seema climbed in between her lover’s legs and kissed a slow, deliberate line from Simran’s sweet breasts, down and down, until the soft bristles of Simran’s mound brushed her chin. Seema caught the faint scent of Simran’s sex as she moved further down, using her tongue to trace a line from the top of Simran’s triangle down to the warm fleshy mound just above her…

…Slowly, the moving images became diffuse, sepia tones creeping in from the outside. The depth of field distorted, nauseatingly pinching back from the centre. Then, there was a window, curtains drawn across it. The sun outside tried its best to break through the cream coloured material.

The soft sounds of Simran’s pleasured moans, and mattress springs flexing as she writhed under Seema’s loving touch seemed to gradually fade away. Little droplets of frustration and disappointment splashed cold across Seema’s mind.

The dream dimmed, replaced by the muted morning sun seeping through the curtains of her spare bedroom.

Seema groggily opened her eyes. Her frustration at the interruption of her wonderful dream was tangible, but there was also a modicum of confusion. Just for a second. Why was she in her spare room?

Then, like a boot up sequence, memory flooded back, and she almost felt miserable. She hadn’t had much sleep at all. She pushed herself up on an elbow, rubbed her eyes and yawned. Next to her, the bed was empty, a small indentation on the pillow where Simran had laid her head throughout the night, serene and beautiful in her sleep, her lustrous hair like an obsidian flow on the white pillow case. Seema sighed wistfully.

“Sim?” she called, her mind still foggy.

She looked towards the door. It was ajar, but no sounds came from beyond. She spotted her baggy t-shirt on the floor, thrown off the night before. She recalled the bath she had taken before slipping in to bed next to Simran, both of them naked. That memory would remain sharp in her mind. She managed a smile.

She blinked hard against the sleep in her eyes and ran her fingers through her tousled hair. For a moment she sat still, breathing steadily to clear her senses. Her dream had been a particularly graphic affair, which she didn’t at all mind. She ran a finger over the softness between her legs and was not surprised at how wet she was. She cleared her throat.

She threw the duvet back and got up to escort bayan bursa retrieve her t-shirt. She slipped it on and opened the door. Her flat was silent.

“Sim?” she called again. Her voice echoed back from the far wall. She looked across to the bathroom door. It was wide open but silent within.

Padding first to the kitchen, and then to her bedroom, she realised that Simran had obviously left earlier. She was filled with a sense of emptiness, and a mild depression fell over her. She hugged her arms around her.

‘Why had Simran left without saying goodbye?’ she wondered. Seema worried; maybe she should have left her t-shirt on before getting in to bed with Simran the night before. Had Simran woken up, seen Seema sleeping naked next to her, and bolted in disgust?

“But she wanted me to sleep next to her,” Seema whispered to herself.

She padded back in to the spare room and stepped on to the futon. She knelt down, crossed her legs and pulled the duvet up and around her shoulders. It was still warm and cosy and she could still smell Simran’s faint scent on the duvet cover.

Seema flicked a glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 10.30 am. She had overslept.

“What the heck, it’s Saturday,” she whispered glumly to herself.

She was about to snuggle back up in the duvet, when she caught sight of a folded piece of paper next to the alarm clock.

She picked it up. Written on the front was her name. The writing was beautiful. It was Simran’s writing. She opened the folded sheet, not knowing what to expect. In her downbeat mood she thought Simran would say that last night was ‘wrong’, and maybe they had better not spend so much time together. Seema sighed morosely and unfolded the note.

The message inside read;

Hey Seem!

Just gone back to my place to get a few things.

Couldn’t bring myself to wake you-you seemed

to be having a nice dream! Will be back in a bit

with some things for breakfast. Took your keys

for flat. Will let myself back in! Will try not be

too long.

Laters.

Sim xxxx

Seema re-read the letter.

She smiled, pressing the note to her chest, suddenly filled with enthusiasm for the rest of the day. Her malaise blown away by Simran’s words, she jumped back out of bed and fetched her robe from her bedroom, wrapping it around her and tying the belt as she skipped through to the kitchen.

She filled the kettle and flicked the switch. She took a pint of milk from the fridge and placed it on her kitchen table, along with plates, knives and forks and glasses. The take out from last night still sat in the fridge. Takeout food never smells quite so good the morning after, but Seema didn’t care.

She was so happy that Simran was obviously ok with everything. It was another wonderful gush of relief. And, the four kisses on the note made all the difference for Seema. Seema’s dream popped back in to her head. She frowned and chuckled in disbelief at the peculiarly detailed dream. Waking up from that and finding Simran gone, had been a shock.

Seema suddenly recalled Simran’s back injury. She wondered if it was better this morning. She sighed as the memory of her massage flooded into her mind. Whilst she felt great joy at knowing Simran would be coming back at any moment, she reminded herself of her decision from the night before.

“Remember; never lose her friendship, ok.”

A loud knock at the door snapped Seema from her dreamy thoughts. A frown crossed her face and she felt mild disappointment.

“Can’t be Sim, she’s got my keys.”

She pulled her pink robe around her and tightened the belt further as she padded over to the door. She peered through the spy hole but could only see a fisheye’s view of the greening trees outside. Seema frowned and opened the door.

Leaning against the door frame was someone she didn’t expect, nor wanted to see. It was Jake, her ex-partner. Seema blinked and instinctively pulled the lapels of her robe together.

“Hey, how’s my sexy girl,” drawled Jake, leaning in through the doorway.

His breath reeked of booze and a recently smoked cigarette, and his bloodshot blue eyes focused somewhere slightly beyond Seema. From his droopy inane grin, remnants of an expensive cologne and his dishevelled jeans and designer shirt, he had obviously spent the whole night out.

“J…Jake, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He ran his fingers through his thick matt of blonde hair.

“Well, no. You can’t.”

“Aww, come on, girl,” Jake said, unsteadily pushing his bulk upright with his elbow. He grunted at the effort.

“Jake, why are you so drunk? It’s not even near lunchtime yet.”

“Ah…bit of an all-nighter. Went out straight after work with the boys, y’know. Look, I’ll cut the crap and get straight to the point. I’ve seen the errors of my ways, you know. I want us to~,” Jake belched. “I want us to try again, yeah? You and me…”

After an incredulous pause, Seema laughed sarcastically. “You mean bursa sinirsiz eskort your blonde has dumped you!”

“Yeah.” Jake frowned and slowly made sense of what Seema had suggested. “I mean, no, no. I dumped her. Obviously!”

“Really.”

“Yes, really. Look, what my friends used to say…”

Seema shook her head. Jake’s friends had never liked her. She recalled many an awkward evening sat amongst them; posh dinner parties or expensive clubs where a round of drinks cost an arm and a leg. Her skin used to crawl as they mentally undressed her, or worse, just plain ignored her as if she was beneath them all. Seema was certainly not upper class like Jake and his cabal. She wondered why the heck she had put up with it.

“Jake, don’t bother~”

“What my friends used to say about you being…” Jake gesticulated, drunkenly flapping his arms around. “I never took any notice…”

“What, a woman?” Seema was getting impatient. She wanted Simran back and Jake out of her apartment.

“No. You know. Me and you, and me being white and everything, and you being a…”

Seema recoiled as if she had been struck, her face screwing up, hurt and shocked at the thought of Jake and his despicable friends making horrid and lewd comments about her. She could well imagine what was said after they had broken up. Tears stung her eyes.

“You bastard, Jake!” she said in an unsteady voice. “Go away and don’t ever bother coming b~.”

Before she could slam the door in his hideous face, Jake lunged through the doorway slamming the door back against the wall and almost knocking Seema off her feet.

“Stop it, get out!” she yelped.

Jake was too heavy and too strong. He grasped Seema by the shoulders, an angry look in his eyes as he glared down at her.

“Calm down my princess,” he said between gritted teeth.

“Oww,” Seema gasped. “Jake, you’re hurting me. Get off!”

Jake let go, held his hands up and forced a smile. “Ok, ok!”

“Jake, I want you to leave.” Seema was beginning to feel vulnerable.

“Well, I’m not going to leave. Look, I’m sorry about barging in, ok.”

Jake pushed the door behind him, but it didn’t shut.

Seema patted her chest and took a deep breath trying to stop her voice from wavering. “Ok. But I want you to go. You’re scaring me.”

“Scaring you!” Jake laughed incredulously. “Why would I wanna scare you?”

“Jake, please, I want you to go.” Seema peered passed Jake’s muscular frame towards the front door. It was still ajar, but he was effectively blocking any route for escape.

“Look, princess. We were made for each other. Remember our first holiday? Remember how happy we were? Remember the sex? The great sex. Remember moving in to this flat?” Jake waved his arm. “This was our flat.”

“That I paid for, remember?”

“But you wouldn’t be in this flat if it wasn’t for the fact that we were a couple, and my parents made the deposit. Remember?”

“Jake~”

“It’s way too big for you on your own, and you’ve hardly got any stuff in here anyway! It’s like the waiting room of a doctor’s surgery. Look, princess, I’m due a shit-load of money soon, parents and work bonuses, y’know. I can move back in and we can get this flat looking way better. Look at your TV! It’s shit! Not even got a hi-fi. A cheap sofa. Cheap everything!”

“Jake, you forfeited everything because of that blonde. None of this is yours now. And~”

“Princess,” Jake said smoothly, walking towards Seema.

Seema was starting to feel scared. He had a menacing look in his eye and she was well aware of his temper, especially when he was fuelled with alcohol.

“Princess,” Jake chuckled. “Why the scared look, hmmm?”

Seema quickly walked sideways to the sofa and sat down, glancing at the front door a few inches ajar. She crossed her legs and wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

Jake sidled over and knelt down in front of Seema. She tried to avoid his gaze but he grinned without humour and rolled his head from side to side trying to secure her look.

“Jake, just go, ok. Someone’s coming round at any moment.”

“What? That little boyish girl? What was her name?” Jake rubbed his chin. “Oh yeah, Simran, wasn’t it?”

Seema stayed silent.

“Hm. Simran. Best of mates, you two, eh! Years now, isn’t it? Saw her leaving this morning. Spend the night, did she? You know she’s a dirty little slut, don’t you? Fucks anything with a dick.” A cruel laugh erupted from Jake’s slack mouth.

“No, she isn’t!” Seema blurted, glaring furiously at Jake. “She’s been a good friend to me. And I don’t like the idea of you spying.”

“I wasn’t spying, princess. What’s to spy on, anyway? Got something to hide?”

Jake put his hand on Seema’s knee.

“Get off!” Seema brushed his hand away, stealing a quick and desperate glance to the door. She felt frightened and her heart was beating fast.

Jake’s lewd smile left his face. His eyes took on a malicious glint as he put his hand on her knee again escort bayan and again, only for Seema to brush it off.

“Get off!” Seema yelped, looking towards the door again. She wanted to escape.

Suddenly, Jake lunged forward to kiss her, his foul breath making her feel sick. She instinctively pushed him away with a sudden panic-rush of strength, causing him to topple back awkwardly on his knees.

“Just bloody well go away!” she screamed.

Jake’s upper lip curled into a snarl. With a motion too quick for Seema’s reactions, he swung his arm, slapping her hard across the face, the crack of skin on skin a brittle echo around the apartment.

Seema yelped in pain and fell backwards on the sofa. Tears stung her eyes and pain flared across her cheek. For a short moment, everything blurred and her right ear rang from the crack of his slap. The totality of her shock and horror paralyzed her. She stared in helpless disbelief as Jake swiftly undid his belt and zipper, dropping his jeans to reveal an obscene semi flaccid erection. He peered down at his member and angrily milked it between thumb and finger, willing it to harden.

Seema’s senses returned, pure panic clearing her mind. She saw her opportunity and tried to jump up from the sofa, but Jake lunged and pushed her down, savagely catching her face hard with his elbow. She wailed as the pain and salty taste of her own blood registered. She tried to scream but her lungs seemed unable to expel any air. She pulled at his hair and rained feeble punches to his head, but Jake easily managed to pin her wrists above her head to the sofa using one strong hand.

He pushed against her knees with is hips as he wrenched her legs apart and suddenly his penis was against her. He snarled as he thrust against her mercilessly, drool dripping from his booze-slackened mouth. His nostrils flared in angry frustration as his limp penis blindly jabbed at her, failing to fully penetrate.

Seema tired from her thrashing as she tried with all her might to break free. She was only dimly aware of her surroundings as her brain protectively shut everything out. She was aware of her own high-pitched wailing and weak, flailing legs, but it felt as if she was a distant observer. All she wanted was for this to be over, and not have to see Jake’s ugly, straining features as he moved against her, grunting and muttering through gritted teeth. She stared up at the ceiling.

But something caught her attention, partially bringing her out of her waking nightmare. She heard a scream, spotted a flash of movement, then heard a dull thud; something heavy against something hard. More screaming, angry screaming. Jake released her wrists from his vice-like grip.

Her surroundings abruptly came back in to focus. She sat up, her whole body convulsing, and babbled incoherently as her senses returned. There was a shout, and another angry scream full of shock.

“Bastard! Fucking evil bastard!”

It was Simran. Seema cried out in relief, and held her arms out to her, wailing her name.

Simran aimed another blow at Jake, but only managed a glancing effort to his shoulder. She was wielding a small saucepan in a two-handed grip.

“Sim…,” wailed Seema.

“Fuck off you fucking psycho!” yowled Jake, glaring at Simran. His eyes were wide with shock as he wiped at a thick river of blood oozing its way down his forehead.

“Get out!” Seema howled, crying in convulsive gasps. She had fallen off the sofa to her knees, but she didn’t have the strength to stand up.

Simran jumped across to put herself between Seema and Jake. She aimed another blow, hitting Jake square on his arm as he covered his head defensively.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fucking psycho!”

“Go away, now!” Simran screamed, her voice hoarse and cracked. “Fuck off!”

The screams and shouts battered at Seema’s shattered senses. She pressed her hands to her ears and closed her eyes.

Jake staggered to his feet and hastily pulled his trousers back up, lifting an arm to fend another powerful blow accurately aimed at his bleeding head. He lurched towards the open door holding his jeans up with one hand, screaming obscenities. He turned before leaving, a menacing and vindictive sneer on his face as he glared at Simran.

“I’ll get you back for this, understand? Maybe I’ll have to give you some proper di~”

Simran charged towards him, throwing the saucepan as she moved. But he was too quick and the saucepan bounced ineffectually off the door with a loud reverberating clang.

Seema heard his unsteady footsteps as he ran.

Simran slammed the door and locked the yale. She turned quickly to Seema and rushed forwards, bursting in to tears as she dropped to the floor next to Seema. She held Seema’s face in her hands.

“Seem, oh shit, Seem. What’s he done to you? Shit, no, no, no. You’re bleeding.” She dabbed at the blood oozing from Seema’s top lip.

Seema convulsed and choked on her wracking sobs. She put her arms around Simran and hugged her tight, nuzzling in to her chest, not wanting to ever let go. She felt safe now.

“Forgot to ask,” Seema said deliriously between convulsive sobs. “How’s your back, Sim? Are you staying now? Don’t go anywhere now. I want you to stay here. Please. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” Seema’s words trailed off as her uncontrollable sobs choked her speech.

Another installment of Jody and Ellie.

Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments, Smoldering Fire then parts 1 and 2 of Smoke Effects then Finding Ellie (in that order) to catch up with their story.

I decided to publish this in 2 parts, mainly because I’m not done writing it and I know people are waiting to find out what happens ( as am I ). think of this as slow burn 2. Follow me so you’ll be notified when I publish.

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The mud squished beneath my boots as I took in the vista before me. Spring had sprung and the trees in the distance were more green than bare now. I had made it through Winter. The holidays were brutal, but somehow I had made it through, alone. Today was the first day I had allowed myself to venture into the woods since the day I almost didn’t come out alive. So far, I was doing better with it than I thought I would. I sat down on a mostly dry rock and let the sun warm me and the sounds around me fill me up. I sighed deeply. I had missed this more than I realized.

The Spring race series was ramping up and Jessie and Timmy had both made me promise to go to half the races. I figured if I could make it through my first hike in more than half a year, maybe I could face whomever I might see at a race. The kids and I had settled into a good routine and life within our new normal was going forward. Work was work, Jessie and her classmates had serious cases of ‘senioritis’ beginning and the next couple months until graduation would be interesting. I was putting on my best ‘I’m doing fine’ face most of the time.

My time at home alone was quiet. I watched movies, read books and I had recently started taking a few college classes online to work on a second master’s degree. It helped fill up some of my time, was enough of a distraction to help me get through the long days and nights. I got up and made my way down the trail. I hadn’t told the kids I was doing this; I didn’t want them worried. Now I could tell them I made it up and down fine.

It was their weekend home and except for Timmy having practice we had no real plans, that I knew of anyways. They had both been asleep when I left and as I walked in, I could hear them talking in the kitchen.

“Hey Mom.” Jessie said as I walked into the kitchen. Her face fell a little when she noticed my previously abandoned hiking boots in my hands.

“Jes, it’s okay. I went up and I came down. I needed to do this. It’s been long enough.”

She took a deep breath and came over and gave me a hug. I still hated she felt she had to take care of me ever, but I was grateful for the hug. I got so few of them anymore.

“So, Mom, tomorrow 2pm the Sawyer’s house. We’re bringing a dessert.” Timmy was talking but I had no idea what he meant.

“Huh?”

“The season kick off party. I told you weeks ago. Didn’t I? Crap, did I? I thought I did. Dad’s gone all weekend, so I need you to bring me. And you gotta stay. All the families are.”

Fuck

Jessie looked at me like I might break right in front of her. I wasn’t okay with that.

“Yeah buddy, I remember now. Yep I’ll make some cookies.” I had no idea if he had told me, maybe he had, and I simply tuned it out.

Timmy had no idea what Jody and I once were. He just knew his best friend’s mom and his mom weren’t best friends anymore. He never asked me what happened, I wasn’t sure if Jessie made up a story for him or if Madi had said something to him. I didn’t think I wanted to know. Neither Timmy nor Jessie ever spoke of Jody anymore.

“Sweet. Okay Joe is picking me up like 5 minutes I need to get my gear ready. I’ll be home in a few hours.” And off he went.

“Do you want me to bring him Mom?”

“No Jes, like you said months ago, I have to get back in the world. I’ll be fine. Wanna come to the store with me to get the stuff to make the cookies?” She agreed and off we went. It was nice to spend the time with her. We made the cookies and Timmy came home and she left to be with her friends. I spent the night writing a paper for one of my classes and was in bed early. I was always in bed early now.

***

I could feel her heat reach me, her scent filled my nostrils. We were both naked. She was on my lap, her knees on either side of me. She offered me her breasts. My mouth took in her nipple, I held it with my teeth, used my tongue to tease the tip. Her back arched as my fingers trailed down her spine. My tongue continued to tease her nipples.

She slowly began rocking her hips, shifted so her wet pussy was rubbing along my thigh. The slickness was growing on my skin. My tongue was darting from nipple to nipple, leaving it’s own wet traces. I buried my face in the valley between her breasts, my hands on her ass, rocking with her hips. I moved my hands to her hips. She was still gliding along my thigh, putting more downward pressure into it with every sway.

I laid flat, lifted and bent the bursa escort leg she wasn’t on, exposing my throbbing clit to her. She inched her way towards my middle, her grinding becoming more frantic. Our juices began to mix as she held on to my bent knee and ground her clit into mine. Every few passes sent shock waves through my body as our clits collided.

She leaned down. Kissed my nipples, then me. Whispered, “I love you. Forever and always.” Then faded away.

I woke in a cold sweat. I checked my watch, 3am. I hadn’t had a dream about her in weeks. In the beginning I had them every night but in the months since, they had dwindled down significantly. I could almost taste her on my lips after that dream. I took my blanket into my arms and willed myself back to sleep. The pit in my stomach that had reopened with that dream wouldn’t go away.

I managed a few more restless hours before giving up and going upstairs for coffee. I filled the morning with laundry and cleaning and before long Timmy was telling me he loaded his bike on the rack and it was almost time to leave. I didn’t even know who would be there, but my anxiety level was rising with every mile as we drove across town.

We were greeted by Kat as we walked in through the garage. I brought the cookies in to the kitchen and got a few hugs from the various team moms I knew. I hadn’t seen most of them in many months. I looked around and saw most of the kids on the team, including Madi. Kat offered me an adult drink, I opted for a water. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the night that tore my life apart.

I awkwardly stood around the kitchen, listening to the kids and moms and their conversations. It seemed the dads and coaches were all out on the deck. I started to relax and stepped up into the conversations. Everyone was asking what I had been up to since last time they saw me. I knew they really meant since my marriage went up in flames, but I didn’t call them out on that.

I was telling them all about work and how I was back in school part time. That life was moving on when I heard her voice. She was walking in through the garage, talking to someone. I froze for a second, shifted myself so I was semi hidden by Kat and the other moms. I could feel her before I could see her.

She was carrying cupcakes when she came into my view. Her hair was longer, it had been shorter last time I had seen her in the Fall. She hadn’t spotted me yet. I didn’t want her to. There was no where for me to go though. I stayed trapped between Kat and refrigerator. My heart rate jumped up and I was certain my face was flushed. I wondered briefly what these moms thought. They all knew Jody and I as best friends, or at least that we were for awhile. I was wishing I had let Jessie just bring him.

New conversations started up around me. I stayed as hidden as I could in a room full of people. I wasn’t sure if she had seen me, but I couldn’t imagine that she hadn’t. I could hear her voice cutting in every once in awhile. I was half listening to the other moms but not joining any conversations. I tried to keep her in my peripheral. To be able to move myself if and when needed. I had no desire to make any part of her life harder than I already had. I also knew I couldn’t keep letting my son down by not showing up, so I was stuck.

James came in from the deck and told everyone the grilled food would be ready in 10 minutes. Kat and a few of the other moms started moving and getting all the side dishes set up and ready. I found myself exposed in the kitchen as the crowd around me thinned out. There was no hiding now. We locked eyes for a brief moment then Jody turned and went to help get the food set up. No part of me was capable of being that close to her so I didn’t go help.

Maybe we would be able to just orbit around each other and pretend. Maybe.

I needed to compose myself and made my way to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and went back out into the fray of people. I positioned myself off to the side. I was here but I wasn’t really a part of the activities.

“Did you get food Ellie?”

I turned towards the voice and saw Joyce, one of the kid’s mom.

“Um, no I was waiting till the line died down.”

“You may wanna get some before the kids all decide they need seconds and there’s nothing left.”

I gave her a little laugh and shook my head yes. I didn’t have much of an appetite, hadn’t really in months but especially today. I’m not much of a potluck person but I knew all these people and had no reason to not trust their food. I joined the end of the line and put a little food on a plate then made my way into the perimeter of the room, almost in the living room.

Everyone ate and laughed and talked. Desserts went around and I had managed to stay out of the way, barely seen by anyone. Kat announced it was time to watch the slide show they had set up. Since I was already basically in the living room, I just shifted myself fully inside and stayed in the back while the team filled escort bursa up the floor in front of the TV. The adults all took up the rest of the space in the room, I took a few steps back to give them more room. I stayed hyper focused on the television, tuning out the rest of the world.

The slide shows started, and I was enjoying seeing the pictures, some from races I hadn’t gone to. Sprinkled in were pictures of the parents at the races and other events and up popped one of Jody and I. We looked so happy. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. I had to turn my head away from the TV and take a deep breath. That’s when I noticed she was standing only a few feet to my right. I was hit with an overwhelming need to leave the room.

I weaved my way out of the living room, going the long way to avoid having to move into her space. I went into the fridge and grabbed a water then made my way outside. I needed air. I needed to not be there. I went out and sat down at the end of the driveway where they had two Adirondack chairs. I could feel my chest getting tighter and I tried to will myself to not have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

I was taking deep breaths to calm my body when I heard footsteps. I didn’t turn my head, I figured it was likely Kat. She was the overbearing but super protective type of person. I got my breathing regulated as I saw a figure sit in the empty chair next to me.

“You don’t have to always hide or run away from me, Ellie.” Her voice sliced through me.

What was she saying? Yes, I did have to. I moved to get up.

“Ellie don’t. Look at me. Let me talk.”

I couldn’t look at her. I kept getting up and walked back inside. I heard her follow me inside, but I went right to where Timmy was with his friends.

“Mom, there you are. We are gonna go ride okay?”

Crap. I didn’t want to be here any longer. “Think someone can bring you home? I have schoolwork I should get done.”

Just as I was asking him Kat came over and said either her or James would bring Timmy home after the ride. I thanked her, she gave me a quick hug and a ‘don’t be a stranger’ and then I left for my vehicle.

I got inside and shut the door. I turned the music on and took a few deep breaths. There was a knock on my window. I turned and it was Jody. Why was she doing this. She motioned for me to roll it down. I shook my head no and put the car in drive. I pulled away slowly, left her standing there. The tears started right away.

I didn’t understand why she was doing this. I couldn’t talk to her. I couldn’t look at her without reliving everything I had done to fuck it up with her. There was never going to be a way for us to inhabit the same area. I was going to have to let my son down, again.

I got home and Jessie could tell I had been crying.

“What happened??”

“Jes, just let me be. I’m going to my room. Let me know when your brother gets home please.”

I crawl into my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later. It was only 9pm. I got up and started walking to the living room when I heard Jessie talking to someone. I did not want to deal with her friends tonight.

“She’s sleeping. I think. She had been crying when she got here. What happened? You said you were just going to try to get her to talk to you. No. No. Jody it’s been months. She’s better in some ways and not in others. Not really. I know. She won’t listen to me. I don’t think you should. I don’t want to worry about her every time she goes for a walk or is home alone again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Were they in touch all this time? I was stupid to think otherwise I was realizing. I kept walking past her room, not bothering to be quiet. I heard her door open behind me.

“Mom. Mom.”

I turned to her, “yes.” I knew she knew I had heard her. I could tell by the look in her eyes.

“Timmy texted. They were going for Froyo then he’ll be home.”

“Okay.” I had no other words tonight. I went and got myself something to eat and then looked for a Tylenol pm. I found 1. Finding pills in this house wasn’t an easy task since the day I swallowed almost a whole bottle on the trail. I just wanted to be able to go back to sleep.

***

“That’s CRAP Mom. You promised me you would go to half the races. You didn’t go last week you have to come this week.”

I had promised and I felt like shit telling him I wasn’t going. He wasn’t buying the excuse I gave him about me having schoolwork to do.

“I think it’s time you and Jody figure out how the hell to exist in the same space Mom. This is bullshit. I don’t know what the fuck happened with you two and I don’t care.” I watched as Jessie shot him a look.” No Jes, I’m done walking on eggs shells around it. I’m sick of it being why you are not there for me, Mom. You didn’t die like you wanted to that day, but you may as well have with how detached you always are.” His words hit me like a slap across the face.

I stood there, unmoving as he walked bursa escort bayan out of the house. Joe was in the driveway, was his stand in parent as well as coach for the race.

Jessie came over, looked me in the eyes and said, “You have to forgive yourself Mom, before your guilt ruins what’s left of this family. I’m going to his race. You can come with me or you can stay here alone, and I can wonder what I’m gonna come home to. Your choice.”

I closed my eyes. Their words stung but they were not wrong. Forgiving myself was not going to happen but I had to show up for my kids better. I took an extra CBD, grabbed my purse and went outside hoping Jessie hadn’t left. She was sitting in the driver’s seat of my vehicle. I climbed in the passenger side giving her a look.

“Hey, heated seats win over my rust bucket every time.”

I smiled at her a little and settled in. It was a 2-hour drive and I was glad I didn’t have to do the driving.

I had successfully avoided being near Jody for almost the whole day. We circled around each other without incident. I was wondering if Jessie or Timmy had said something to her but honestly, I didn’t care. I was happy to watch the race. It was almost time for the podiums and Timmy had come in 3rd. I was glad I made it to this race to see him get his medal. Everyone was over watching the rest of the age groups get their medals, I was waiting until it was time for Timmy.

I heard a voice behind me, “El. Please don’t leave. Please. You don’t even need to turn around, just let me talk for a second. Please.”

I was frozen in place. My only exit was behind me and I couldn’t turn to face her never mind walk by her.

“I hate what happened. I wake up every day and wish I could go back in time and see you were spiraling down. I missed the signs. I missed them and it all went to hell because I missed them.”

I slowly turned around, tears pooling in my eyes. “Stop. None of what happened is because you missed anything. I did this. I fucked up everything. I can’t change it.” The tears started to fall as I spoke.

“I miss you Ellie. I miss my best friend.”

“Stop. Please. “

She started to take a step towards me, and I instinctively backed up, hitting a chair, jamming the arm of it into my leg and tipping it over, me going down with it. “Fuck!” My leg was throbbing as I was splayed out on the ground.

Jody came towards me with her hand out. “I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” I hissed. I was in pain and embarrassed. I tried to untangle myself from the chair and get up, unsuccessfully.

“Stop being stubborn Ellie. Let me help you.” She put her hand out again.

I let her help me up and grabbed the back of my thigh. I was going to have a bruise if I didn’t already.

“Can you walk okay? I think Timmy’s group is soon.”

“I’m fine.” I said as I started to limp over to the podiums.

“Ellie. I don’t hate you. Stop hating yourself.” She walked by me and joined Madi in the crowd.

I made my way to Jessie who gave me a questioning look when she noticed I was limping. I didn’t respond and watched as Timmy’s name was called and he stood on the podium. He was so happy. I was proud of him and managed a full real smile, the first in a long time.

“Come on let’s get a picture with him.” Jessie pulled me towards Timmy.

“Oww. Give me a second Jessie.” I said as I made my way slowly over to where Timmy was. By the time I got there the whole team was around him, and the parents.

“Give me your phone, I’ll take a picture of you 3.” Kat said as she took my phone out of my hands. She took a few pictures and I said thank you.

We got done and Timmy took off to get his gear loaded into Joe’s truck and Jessie and I headed to my vehicle. I was still limping a little and Jessie was ahead of me when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and saw Jody. What now?

“Unblock my number Ellie. Please.” She slowed down only enough to say it and then kept going past me. I watched her climb into her Jeep as I made my way to my Kia.

I climbed in the passenger seat and Jessie asked me what I happened to my leg. I didn’t want to tell her the whole story, so I just told her I tripped over the chair.

***

It had been a week since the race. I hadn’t unblocked Jody’s number. I contemplated it every time I picked my phone up. There was no race this week, so I planned to go hiking. There was a segment of the Appalachian Trail I was itching to tackle. Jessie made me promise to share my location and check in, often. I hoped we would get to a point soon where she didn’t worry about me.

I packed up my bag, grabbed my boots and headed out. The parking near the trailhead was empty except for me. This was the longest hike I had planned to do since I had allowed myself back in the woods. I cinched up my bag and headed in.

A little more than 4 hours later I had reached my destination. I sat down, opened my bag and took out the lunch I had packed. I texted Jessie before I started eating to let her know I had reached my turn around point. My ultimate goal is to do a longer segment that requires an overnight but that was something for the future, when I trusted myself more. For now, I would be staying here for awhile writing.

I feel compelled to remind you that Blue and I live a life without clothes. We have sex a LOT, and everything you read here really happened…it’s not fiction…

We’d spent the day barely able to keep our hands off each other. That evening, Blue had work to do, so I was writing…you know…sex, of course.

I was playing with my pussy between thoughts, sometimes typing with one hand…I was leaning against the end of the couch on which I was sitting. Blue, needing to concentrate, was in a big, huge easychair across from me.

I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but, of course, we were naked, as always. Since I’m such a bad girl, I HAD to be sitting so she could see my pussy…and see ME playing with it. I get so wet, good thing I’m always sitting on towels.

Blue looked up, over the top of her screen.

“Uh…Sunny? Please don’t do that?”

“Do what, baby?”

“Playing with your pussy?”

“Oh…sorry baby.”

I just kept playing with my big swollen outer lips…still typing with one hand, but not very well.

“Sunny? You’re still doing it. I thought you said you were sorry.”

“Oh…yes. I AM sorry. I truly am, but that doesn’t mean I’m stopping. That, I can’t do.”

Then I tossed my hair back and smiled hotly at her.

“Damn, Sunny. I think your brains are stuck in your pussy. You are SUCH a fucking slut!”

“Yes, but I’m YOUR fucking slut!”

I set my computer aside and grabbed a handful of my ass-length hair…I let her watch me swat my pussy with it…I let her watch my pussy lips throbbing and quivering…her mouth opened a little, her eyes on my pussy…

“Oh…Sunny…no…don’t do that.”

“Ooooooooooo…I think baby wants my pussy…”

I draped one leg up on the back of the couch, my legs spread real bursa escort wide for her…I tossed my hair aside…my finger disappeared deep inside my pussy…I arched my back with pure pleasure…

“Oh Blue…I wish this was you fucking me…”

That was when Blue set HER computer aside and spread her legs…

“Oh…Sunny…fuck…please come to me…”

I didn’t budge.

I kept my legs spread and smiled hotly at her, tossed my hair a bit and picked up the blueberry yogurt I was eating. I looked in her eyes while licking the yogurt from the spoon.

I was so fucking turned on…I could feel my pussy throbbing. My butterfly outer lips were quivering…actually moving…and she was watching them, her mouth open a bit, her breathing deeper…

On purpose? By accident? I dropped some yogurt on my tummy…I could hear her inhale suddenly.

“Oooops! I have yogurt on me!”

I slid my finger through it, brought my finger to my mouth and licked the yogurt off. I kept doing that until the yogurt was gone, sucking the last finger-full wetly and noisily.

“Sunny…fuck…I have to eat you…please, baby!”

“Hmmmm…stay right where you are for now, sweetheart.”

I’m merciless when I tease…it makes Blue very hot and wild as hell when I finally let her have me.

I dipped my finger in the yogurt and slathered it all over my tan, silky-smooth pussy…I just left it there…Blue whimpered and spoke softly…

“Oh…Sunny…”

“Would baby like to suck my pussy? See my pussy quivering and throbbing for you? Would baby like to have a mouthful of me…sucking me real fucking hard?”

“Yes…yes…yes…yes…”

“Will you take all my sweet juices down your throat, tongue-fuck me and suck me some more?”

“Yes yes escort bursa yes! You fucking KNOW I will, Sunny!”

I got more yogurt and spread it on my pussy, which was now screaming for Blue’s hot mouth…I watched her and slid my yogurt-lubricated finger ALL the way inside me…I arched my back and screamed.

That made my baby start fucking herself…

“Sunny! Dammit!”

I raised my legs in the air with my knees straight and grabbed my ankles, looking hotly at her…

“Is your baby being a bad girl? You KNOW it turns me on to be your slutty bad girl…you might have to spank me…THAT will make me cum all over you!”

I lowered my legs, got up and walked over to her, but stayed just out of her reach…I turned around and bent way over so she could see my ass and my hot swollen pussy…I was dripping wet, my juices running down my inner thighs…

I reached around and spanked my ass, then stood up, flipping my hair over so it fell against my ass…

“Sunny…fuck!”

I climbed up in the chair with her and straddled her…she had slid way down, so my pussy was resting on her tummy…my juices were soaking her…she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers, devouring my lips…

I opened my mouth wide and let her fuck my mouth with her tongue…I purred and fucked my pussy against her tummy…I screamed into her mouth…

“Fuck yes! Make me cum hard, Blue!”

She let go of my hair, but kept kissing me like she couldn’t get enough…she gripped my ass with both hands, her nails digging at my skin, holding my pussy real hard against her…

“Cum on me Sunny! Come on baby!”

I savagely attacked her tongue with mine and screamed into her mouth…my pussy fucking like crazy against her tummy…she roughly shoved two fingers bursa escort bayan inside me…my muscles tightened on them and she fucked me HARD!

“Fuck yes…take me, Blue…make me your fucking whore and claim my pussy as yours!”

Blue kept her mouth to mine and ravaged my pussy with her fingers…THEN, she spanked me…that did it…

I dug my nails into her back and she fucked her fingers toward the back of my pussy…my body spasmed HARD…I sat back on my ass, my hair in my face, and I came fucking hard all over her!

“FUCK YEAH, BLUE!! MAKE ME CUM HARD!”

I came and came and came! I REALLY cum a lot, but I thought my orgasm wouldn’t end!

I leaned forward and laid my body hers…I slid my body around in my cum on her pretty skin…her body was already trembling and she was breathing hard. I was going to have so much fun eating her!

I kissed her VERY deeply, then looked in her eyes…

“Spread your legs for Sunny, my precious Blue…your slutty wife is going to take VERY good care of your pussy. You’d better hold onto something…I am NOT stopping.”

I didn’t stop, and I made her cum many times over, sucking her hot cum and letting it slide down my throat. That bullet vibrator was deep inside me, making me cum again and again. After every screaming orgasm she had, I just kept at her, riding her with my mouth…

She finally grabbed the mattress and scooched away from me…she rolled onto her side, whimpering.

I slid up beside her, pulled the covers over us and wrapped my body around her, tucking her head into my breasts to make her feel forever cherished and oh-so-very loved. I caressed her back in long strokes and she fell asleep in my arms.

I put my lips against the top of her head and whispered, hoping she’d hear me in her sleep…

“I love you, my precious Blue.”

Tomorrow, she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. That’s fine. That’s right where I, her insatiable fucktoy, want her.

Thank-you for reading!

My love to all,

Sunny

Chapter 2 – Cherry Popper

It’s been two weeks now since I moved into the dorm and Leslie moved in on me. It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if you find that hard to believe, let me tell you what happened last night. It was during one of our frequent, almost nightly, rap sessions where we were divulging all of our secrets and hidden desires.

Once again my virginity came up. Leslie had lost her virginity to her older brother when she was 14 so it was easy to understand why she was awed at the fact that I was nearly 19 and still had my hymen in tact. She took great pleasure in describing to me in explicit detail what it was like to have some guy slide a sizeable rigid cock into your pussy. I had to admit that her accounts of the act were arousing to say the least. She would usually be fondling my breasts or fingering my twat when she told these stories, and this added virtuality to the yarns that most people do not have the opportunity to experience.

Eventually, I found myself wondering what the experience would be like. I discussed this with Leslie emphasizing my reluctance to engage in heterosexual activities with the opposite sex. She reminded me of her pleasures when she was pounded by a good stiff hard-on. It gave her a climax unlike that the two of us enjoyed almost nightly. The, leave it to Leslie, she suddenly got a bright idea.

She reached for the phone on her bedside table and dialed.

“Dianne, Hi,” she chirped, “it’s me, Leslie.”

Dianne obviously said something.

“Yep, that’s the one. Yep, I miss it too. I’m getting wet as we speak, girl.”

I could almost fill in Dianne’s part of the conversation without hearing her voice at all.

“The reason I called, Hot Pants,” Leslie continued, “I have this fantastic roommate this year, and you’ve got to meet her.” She listened a minute and then continued. “Absolutely. She’s built like a brick shithouse, and she loves to eat and be eaten. You’re gonna love this girl, literally.”

There was another pause.

“Great. Why not right now,” Leslie said in an excited voice, “and, by the way, bring Bad Boy with you. Yeah, that’s the one. See you soon. Bye.”

“What was that all about?” I asked dying with curiosity. “Who’s Dianne?”

“Which question do you want me to answer first, Alley Cat?” She used her pet name for me claiming I was her favorite pussy and I was as wild as an animal running loose. I couldn’t argue with her, but I constantly reminded her that she was responsible for what I became. She would bursa escort just turn on her wicked smile and shake a tit in my direction. I called her Precious.

“Answer them both, Silly.”

“Dianne is a very good pussy-lapping friend of mine. She also likes pecker-dipping and butt-fucking.” Leslie had her own name for everything.

“Who’s Bad Boy?”

“You’ll see,” Leslie replied as that wicked grin returned to her lovely face.

Only a very short time had passed when the knock sounded at the door.

“Dianne, you old whore, come in here.” Both girls were laughing merrily and hugging passionately. “I want you to meet my new roommate and my dear love, Allison.” She made a sweeping gesture with her arm in my direction.

“Hi, Dianne,” I said politely.

“Don’t be formal with me, girl. Give me a hug and let me feel those lovely boobs of yours.” She stepped forward with open arms. We embraced. She was a little overweight, but she certainly smelled nice. And, she was serious about the boobs. She pressed her enormous melons against my set, and we held them there momentarily. “You right, Les,” Dianne said over her shoulder. “She’s a knockout.”

Dianne wasn’t carrying a purse tonight; she had a tote bag which she slid off her shoulder and placed gently on the floor. She saw me eyeing the bag curiously and said, “My toy shop.”

Leslie snickered. “Dianne loves fuck toys. In fact we are going to show you one of them tonight. We’ve come to call it Bad Boy simply because of the feelings it gives us when at play.

Dianne produced a wad of apparatus from the tote bad which, when untangled, turned out to be a semi-hard rubber dildo mounted on a harness designed to strap on to a woman’s hips and crotch so that she could fuck her partner just like a man.

Leslie briefly and quickly explained my situation, Then she turned back to me as she began strapping on Bad Boy.

“If you have no objections, Alley,” she said demurely, “I’m going to be the lucky guy who gets your cherry. Dianne is going to be a witness and later a participant. We’re going to turn you into a slut with no men involved. Is that okay with you?”

“I’m nervous,” I muttered.

“You were nervous the first time I sneaked up on you and ate your pussy. Look at you now. You’re a world class cunt-lapper, titty tantalizer and kisser. If you and Bad Boy get along okay, we will just have to get one of our own to add to our accessories.” We had no accessories at this point in time, but I could just imagine what our toy chest escort bursa would look like by year’s end.

“You know I trust you,” I said trying to be brave. “What do you want me to do?”

“Atta girl,” Leslie said. “First let’s combine our sensual assets and get in the mood for this endeavor.” She was already wearing nothing but Big Boy, and Dianne shrugged off the robe she wore over. I was nearly naked when Dianne arrived so it took me no time at all to get completely that way.

“Nice,” Dianne said taking a long look at my naked body.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Big Tits,” I replied. Surprisingly Dianne lifted one of her monsters toward me and said, “Kiss me.”

That was the opener. Before long we three women were in a huddle kneeling on the floor, smooch and feeling all sorts of good things. Leslie was nudging both mine and Dianne’s pussies with Bad Boy which got him wet at least on the head. Then, like the good coach she was, Leslie started issuing orders.

“Alley, I want you to start out by eating Dianne’s pussy. Believe me, you are going to enjoy that. But first, Dianne make like the bitch you are and let me grease up Bad Boy for his virgin voyage.”

Dianne put out her arms and dropped to the canine crouch. Leslie inched up to her butt on her knees and unceremoniously enter her swollen pussy. She pumped vigorously a few time and withdrew. Leslie turned to me.

“It’s your time to make like the bitch dog and dive into Dianne’s pussy. This will take your mind off your needless fears, and at the same time it will give you the opportunity to eat one of the sweetest pussies I know.”

As Dianne lay back and spread her legs, I went into the doggie position and leaned into her swollen pussy. As I busied myself with the fruits of Dianne’s valley, I felt Leslie position Bad Boy at my virgin pussy and slowly ease it in to me.

It felt good. It was larger than Leslie’s tongue or fingers so it was filling my chute in a much more arousing manner. I instinctively pushed against the intrusion.

“Okay, Alley Cat,” Leslie said from behind, “I’m going to take your cherry now. Ready?”

Before I could answer, remember I have a mouth full of pussy, I felt Leslie push harder, I heard a muted snap, and I felt Bad Boy slide deep into my pussy. Initially this invasion brought tears to my eyes, but the sting was only momentary. As I felt Bad Boy slide in and out of me, I began to realize why this sport was so popular. I found myself moving in sync with Leslie’s fucking action. We both bursa escort bayan got faster and taster until finally arousal took over and I felt my first cock-induced orgasm erupt. It was wonderful. I pushed hard against Leslie’s crotch driving Bad Boy his full length into my pussy. Leslie held that position and rotated her hims to make Bad Boy do a little exploring. He was good company. Leslie and I would definitely add one of these to our toy chest. Tomorrow.

Incidentally, I could tell by Dianne’s antics and oratory that I had done well with regard to her sexual needs. She was sitting up now and passionately kissing my pussy juice saturated mouth. I was sitting back on Leslie now with Bad Boy captured deep in my pussy. Leslie had her arms around me from behind and was lovingly fondling my breast. I reached out and patted and pinched and tweaked the enormous melon like breasts belonging to Dianne.

It was safe to say that a fun time was being had by one and all. Then a soft voice behind my ear said, “I haven’t come yet. Woe is me.”

I turned to face Leslie who was grinning from ear to ear. “Lay back, Bitch,” I commanded as I gently guided her to the floor. Then I gracefully straddled her body and worked myself up to a position directly above her face. I didn’t know if my hymen had bled when it broke; if it did she could plan on having Italian pussy for dinner. Before I situated myself for the feed I turned to Dianne and pointing to Leslie’s pussy covered by Bad Boy I said, “Make her kitty purr, Dee.” I think I had just come up with a pet nane for our chubby new love partner. Dee.

I felt the familiar tongue of Precious, my roomy, my lover, and my very best friend; I almost put aside the memory of being freshly fucked by Bad Boy. I’m glad I don’t have a sensitive soul to contend with in that situation.

Meanwhile, Dianne had removed Bad Boy and was vigorously lapping at the wet with anticipation pussy of our nympho friend, Leslie. Leslie was showing her appreciation and approval splendidly.

When we had all three recovered from our orgy I wanted to try out Bad Boy from the operator angle. My sex partners harnessed me up managing to play with my ass, my pussy and my tits while doing so. They both volunteered to be first,

I fucked Leslie first. Missionary style and doggie style. It was fun but I missed the contact of warm, slick flesh as I delivered pleasure and satisfaction to my partner. I put enough sincere effort into it, however, that Leslie climaxed at least once that I was sure of.

Dianne and I went through almost the same procedure with one exception. When we changed to the doggie style format she wanted me and Bad Boy to fuck her in the ass. No problem. This was a new adventure for me, and Bad Boy had nothing to say about it.

In the taxi back to her home, Darla looked at Adreana’s business card again. She flashed back to the morning, and recalled how beautiful and sexy she appeared, yet Darla was afraid to call her. She had been hurt so badly with Dominique she was relationship-shy and thought she had to be very cautious making any serious commitments again. The taxi dropped her off right at the newsstand again where she had met Adreana earlier. The old geezer was still there listening to the ball game on his rickety old radio when Darla thrust a dollar bill in his face and asked for a bottle of water from his small fridge. The old man didn’t recognize her and as he handed her the bottle he knocked the cigar box that held the loose change, knocking over the two quarters she had set up earlier in the day.

Suddenly a large metallic sound similar to a man hole cover being dragged back over its hole and dropped in permeated Darla’s mind. The extreme loudness of the sound, and its high pitched screech made her stumble backwards completely losing her balance. Darla fell back towards the pavement but just as she was about to hit, Adreana grabbed her and caught her fall. The older woman lowered her carefully to the pavement as she noticed Darla had lost consciousness.

Adreana was still wearing her short dress also but knelt on the pavement and stroked Darla’s brown hair away from her closed eyes. Adreana’s low cut blouse, her nice tits totally visible to Darla, if she ever opened her eyes again. The beautiful healer opened the bottle of water that Darla had dropped and put some of the cool water on Darla’s warm temples. Darla opened her eyes to see Adreana ministering to her and telling her not to move, that it would be okay. Darla could not believe how gorgeous this woman was and how she had appeared out of nowhere to catch her fall. A small crowd of passersby bursa escort stopped and looked on as Adreana asked one of them to call an ambulance.

“No..No I am not hurt I just fainted.” Darla pleaded.

“I’ll be fine, just need a bit of food in me,” Darla exclaimed to Adreana as she tried to get up.

“Are you sure honey,” Adreana asked her in a soothing tone.

“Absolutely, I’ll be fine, help me up please,” Darla asked her new friend.

The muscular middle aged woman gladly helped the younger woman to her feet and helped her gather her possessions. As Darla regained her composure she acknowledged Adreana and went up to her and threw her arms around her and kissed her passionately.

While she had been unconscious, Dominique had spoken to her. She fainted because she had seen her so clearly when the quarters fell over that it was as if she had seen a ghost.

In reality, her former lover Dominique had been around her for months, like a guiding angel, and wanted to let Darla know it was all right for her to fall in love with this new woman. Dominique pleaded for Darla’s forgiveness in the dream and Darla granted it. She knew instinctively that only forgiveness can make one truly happy in life. Holding grudges, being judgmental and being nasty only made someone a bitch and that is not a way to love. As she forgave Dominique for taking her life, the image of her faded to white a light brighter than the sun. That’s when she awoke in Adreana’s arms.

Adreana kissed Darla and caressed her hair, holding her close to her warm body.

“I have to take you upstairs now and give you a hot bath and a long massage,” The attractive healer said to her.

“And a good meal too,” Darla added. They both smiled at each other, and knew this was the real beginning of a long relationship.

Inside Adreana’ bursa escort bayan s opulent apartment a few minutes later, the two women had finished dining and began kissing passionately on the large couch in her living room.

“Oh Darla, I’m so attracted to you dear, let me see your beautiful body already!” Adreana said, as she undid Darla’s belt and pulled off her mini skirt.

“Only if you let me suck your lovely pussy first, my love,” Darla demanded as she slid out of her skirt and showed her firm body to Adreana.

The older woman disrobed quickly to that request and Darla dove down on her knees and spread Adreana’s thighs apart. The older woman had a slight amount of pubic hair, neatly trimmed, with a thick labia which Darla parted with the soft fingers and began to lick ever so slowly.

Darla stroked her muscular legs and thighs with her right hand while she used her left to delve into the woman’s sex.

“Uhnghh, Oh, dear, YES, lick my hot pussy dear, suck me good!” Adreana said.

Darla knew how to arouse this beautiful woman and wanted to take her sweet time. Because inside her soul, she knew this woman was so kind, so right, and so sensuous it all just seemed right for a change. Darla licked and stimulated Adreana’s wet mound with her left index finger. She finger fucked her slowly and gained momentum as she went deeper and faster. The older woman’s love juices oozed around Darla’s fingers and she instinctively lapped those juices into her mouth.

“Ohh, YES Darla fuck me with your lovely fingers, fuck me hard!”

Darla could feel Adreana’s lovely body tense as her orgasm approached. The luscious casting agent slipped her hand around Adreana’s ass cheek and inserted her other index finger into her anus. The older woman leaned against her living room wall and her knees buckled. escort bursa Her body trembled as sensations of extreme pleasure streamed through her mind.

“Ummmmghhh, Oh fuck me, Oh fuck me dear, fuck me hard, harder!” Adreana cried, as Darla stroked her thick clitoris with her sharp tongue.

Darla darted her experienced tongue from the tip of her warm clit to the inner walls of her pussy in swirling motions. The healer’s love fluids poured out of her sex and flowed easily into Darla’s mouth, she swallowed them quickly, and wanted more and more.

“OoooooOOOOOOHHHHHAAAAHH,” Adreana screamed, as her body vibrated heavily with another gushing orgasm, this time it was special. She looked down and took in the view of this goddess lapping up her juices while she gave her a good anal fuck with her free hand. It was almost too much to ask for.

Later that night the two lovers fucked each other with Adreana’s favorite strap on cock and the older woman proved herself to be a potent lover for the younger woman.

In the morning they both slept entwined and very much in love with each other’s bodies. A new relationship was born out of lust for each other and yet love would grow from there to become stronger every time they were together.

Darla had made peace with her past and the pain of her former lover’s death was released by her forgiveness which opened her heart for love once again, which would last forever. It was a true miracle.

The new day brought new crowds of workers and tourists past the old man in the newsstand downstairs. That same man in the baggy grey suit stepped out from behind the magazines on display, still smoking a cigarette and said,

“Submitted for your approval, one Darla Hammond, a casting director with a preference for women, who realized that when you toss that coin in the box, you might get more than you expected, in The Twilight Zone.”

This story is based upon the teleplay “A Penny For Your Thoughts,” written by George Clayton Johnson, and aired on The Twilight Zone on 2/3/61.

The End

ALL FEED BACK APPRECIATED! –

By Tabatha and Linda

Note to Readers: I met Pam online and we started an erotic correspondence. After she went on a vacation she told me the wonderful story of how she met and fell in love with Tabatha. As wonderful as Pam’s story was, I thought readers would be even more interested in knowing what happened from Tabatha’s point of view. So here’s her story.

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“Hi” to everyone who reads this! I’m about to tell you the true story of my transformation from a conventional and traditional straight woman of 25 who had just married a man, into what I am today: the lesbian wife and princess of a more worldly woman.

I’m withholding her name because she holds a high profile position where she works and I don’t want to put it at risk. Since my nickname for her is Pussy Pet, I’ll just call her this, or PP, throughout the story. I’ll also not use the actual name of my ex-husband — I’ll just call him H.

I was a virgin when I met H, and even until I married him. Such a rarity today! I was a virgin who got engaged to a man because I was a “good girl” who did what society asked of me, who always had followed the path I was steered into taking, who always did what I was told. We met my second year of college. I necked with him and kissed him, and even let him play with my breasts. But that’s as far as we ever went sexually.

My life changed while I was on my Honeymoon in Hawaii, immediately after my wedding to H in Boston. We checked into our hotel and went straight to our room. I had brought some sexy clothing – teddies with lace, as well as stockings and garters – because I figured he’d like to see his bride all sexy looking the first time we made love. As I went into the bathroom to change he unpacked and called room service for drinks. While this occurred I was shaking because this was going to be the first time I’d even been naked with a man, let alone had sex. I stepped out of the bathroom wearing a red lace baby doll with attached garters, with white sheer stockings and red open toe heels that I’d been given at my wedding shower. If I may be immodest for a minute, I was really sexy looking!

I stepped out of the bathroom and he sure smiled. I noticed his tight pants were swelling (he said he liked to wear them because it made his ass look better — I guess that must be a man thing, LOL.) He quickly removed his clothing and for the first time I saw his pee pee. I know that’s a juvenile term, but I can’t really call it a “cock” because it’s so small. I measured him using my fingers and found that it was only around 4.5 inches long. So I have a hard time calling it a “cock”. The only man I’d ever seen naked was the stripper at my bachelorette party before I got married, and his was much larger.

I was nevertheless very excited and stupidly decided to give him a treat. I had him sit on the bed and knelt on the floor and gave him a blow job. Even though I’d never done it before, I’d practiced on a vibrator, often pretending it was the real thing. I guess I’d taught myself well because before I knew what was happening, he started coming! I tasted my first nasty, salty, bitter tasting sperm. Yuck!!!!!

When he came I felt quite proud and thought, “Yes, girl, you made your husband come in under 1 minute just using your mouth!” Of course I was super horny by then. My little red panties were getting wet, so I slid up on top of him, thinking I was now going to feel his pee pee inside my pussy, and he would make me a real woman out of me. I can’t believe how naive, how stupid I was!

Instead he said, “Wow baby, I wasn’t expecting that to happen. Sorry, but I need to take a break before we continue. Maybe a nap – I’m drained.” OMG – can you picture this?

Then H went right to sleep! Leaving me horny and frustrated. I was very upset so I found my vibrator and went into the bathroom. I used it on myself just to release some of that flustered, horny feeling. Then I took a quick shower, put on my bikini, and went to the hotel pool. I decided I’d just let him sleep and recover. I figured that later that day he’d be recharged and I’d finally be able to use his pee pee to make myself into a real woman.

I put on my swimsuit and decided to head down to the beach. I left a note telling him where I was going and laid in the sun for 3 hours to give him plenty of time to re-charge. I thought he’d wake up and join me, but he didn’t. After soaking up the nice Hawaiian sun I returned to our room only to find that he was still asleep. Seeing him naked, I decided that this was my chance to have honeymoon sex. Finally! I was so horny I almost ripped off my swimsuit and got between his legs. I started licking his thing, both to make him happy (because isn’t this what a wife is supposed to do for her husband?) and to make it hard so it would give me pleasure. He finally woke up after I spent a few minutes bursa escort licking his pee pee.

To H’s credit, he started to get hard as soon as I started to lick and suck it. But I had learned my lesson from earlier that day. Knowing how fast he had squirted a few hours before, I stopped working on him just as soon as he got hard. I got on top of him, kissed him, and positioned myself over his pee pee. I was so ready to finally become a real woman! A married woman! I was so full of sexual energy!

Still on top of him, I rubbed my pussy all over his pee pee and spread my pussy lips with my fingers. Looking down at him, I kissed him and then pushed it inside me as I lowered myself until I felt him on my womanhood. I stayed there as our eyes locked. Then I lowered myself a little more, breaking my womanhood. The pain/pleasure went thru me and at that second I thought I was a real woman, a true woman! My long-time wedding and honeymoon dream had come true! (In retrospect, the way it happened, with me on top and doing everything – waking him up, getting him hard, putting him inside me, me doing all the moving – and H doing almost nothing, I had, essentially, just taken my own virginity! It was not much different than if I had taken my virginity with a dildo.)

I started working myself up and down on him, riding his pee pee. It felt large inside me and I was started to feel real pleasure, mounting pleasure, and I was becoming so happy that I was finally having sex on my honeymoon! I lost myself thinking that I was being such a good girl, doing what I was supposed to do: go to college and get married to a man. I was so turned on by the situation and my own horniness that I fast was building up to an orgasm. I knew I was getting closer and closer because of all the times I had jilled myself before marriage. I got more and more excited, both sexually and because now my honeymoon was going the way it was supposed to go, and I was just about to come. He was in me for less than a minute when he shouted, “I’m coming” and his nasty cum started pouring inside me. I immediately started riding him faster, thinking “Omg, he’s going to get soft before I come!”

And that’s exactly what happened. After he came, his pathetic pee pee quickly became soft and slipped out of me. His poor little pecker was now completely useless.

I was now more frustrated than ever, as well as pissed off at H. He didn’t even apologize, not really. All he said was, “Sorry, baby, your pussy was so good I lost control. Maybe next time I’ll last longer.” He tried to kiss me as he rolled me off of him, but I didn’t want to kiss him, so I didn’t. Instead he got out of the bed, leaving me alone, and he said he was going to take a shower because “you really made me messy.” OMG! He was berating me, blaming me for making him messy! I didn’t know what to think! So as he went into the shower I got off the bed, threw on some clothing, and left him a note saying I was going for a drink at the hotel bar and would be back.

I went down to the hotel bar to collect myself, to cool off and try to get my frustrated body under control. When I got to the bar I ordered one of those large typical Hawaiian drinks, the kind that looks and tastes great. As I was having my drink I turned to see who else was around and that’s when I saw a beautiful woman sitting by herself and smiling at me!

She was sitting at the bar drinking the same drink I had ordered! She smiled at me as our eyes made contact. I smiled back but was of course mostly thinking about the upsetting events that had happened in my room. She came over to me, smiling all the while, and I noticed she had the most perfect white teeth I’d ever seen. Smiling that very friendly yet sexy smile, she asked if I minded if she joined me.

I soon found out that her name was Pam. With dark hair and dark eyes, she was wearing a skimpy swimsuit that barely covered her breasts. Her pussy was in a sling type bottom that went up her sexy ass cheeks. She was wearing 4 inch white heels so she really stood out. Also, she had a white sheer wrap around her waist. But it wasn’t her beauty or sexiness that attracted me.

It was her friendliness that really got to me. Because I was feeling so lonely, so much in need of a friend. If she had been a man I would have ignored her — the last thing I would have done on my Honeymoon would have been to start talking with a man. However, a really friendly woman was exactly what I needed. With a man my defenses would have been up. But I wasn’t suspicious of a woman and so I allowed her to get close to me. A woman seemed so safe, so comfortable. Pam was alone, so we were a perfect for each other.

I was mostly and simply feeling angry at H — since he was the man I had expected and wanted to do the “manly” thing and satisfy me sexually. Or at least to give escort bursa it a good try. I was also of course feeling quite down and sorry for myself.

But I also couldn’t help but notice how tight and firm Pam’s body was (unlike that of H, who was out of shape) and how sexy her full, smiling, lips were. Her lips were another part of her that was infinitely nicer than that of H. In fact, I quickly realized that EVERY part of her was nicer to look at, in fact sexier, than H. Up until this point I’d never had any sexual feelings for a woman. But looking at her I felt my pussy start to get wet and my nipples start to swell.

I smiled at Pam and said I would like it if she joined me. I told her my name was Tabatha and we started making small talk. She asked if I was on vacation and I told her I was on what was supposed to be my Honeymoon. And then, for some reason (Maybe her friendly smile? Maybe my need to confide in a woman who seemed to be non-threatening?) I started telling her what had happened between myself and my pee pee of a husband. I told her more and more details and she listened sympathetically.

We talked for maybe 2 hours, and soon started to talk about subjects other than H. Between the drinks and her conversation I was charmed at how much fun she was to be with. Often, however, my eyes focused on her smiling lips, and I wondered what it would be like to taste them. Maybe the drinks were doing the thinking for me, maybe it was me trying to forget H, or maybe it was me trying to do something the opposite of what I had so far done in my life. After all, doing what I had been expected to had gotten me nowhere. For whatever reason I suddenly knew that I wanted to taste Pam’s sexy lips.

Finally Pam gave me a hug. Even though she was wearing a swimsuit I could feel her breasts on mine and it almost seemed as if she were naked! As we hugged I felt her warm breath close to my ear. So I pulled my face a few inches apart from hers and then… I made the first move! The first sexual first move I’d ever made in my life! On anyone, man or woman! I kissed Pam on those lips that I’d been fixated on – right there at the hotel bar! Not caring who noticed.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds. I pulled away and blushingly told Pam I was sorry, and that I didn’t know why I had kissed her. As that point I didn’t know Pam was a lesbian and I was afraid I’d offended her. But Pam told me not to be sorry. She smiled and told me she was a lesbian and she considered me to be an extremely sexy young woman.

After PP told me how sexy I was I almost melted! I felt my pussy start to tingle and thought to myself that, before that moment, I had never thought I might be interested in girl/girl sex. But at that moment, based upon how my body felt, and based upon what H had done to me (or not done to me!) I knew girl/girl sex was something I had to try! PP then leaned forward and kissed me a second time, all the while caressing my lower back with her hands. Again I felt her full breasts on mine.

I don’t know how long we kissed, but for sure it was longer than I’d ever kissed H. And it was sooooooo much better! I giggled and asked whether she was trying to pick me up. PP then smiled and asked if I wanted to join her in her room for a drink and some private talk. I said “yes”, knowing that if I left with her I’d end up having sex with her! Sex with a woman! On my Honeymoon after I had married a man!

I smiled and said I would like that. PP held out her hand and took hold of my shaking hand and squeezed my fingers. Then I felt safe and my fear of the unknown passed. We walked hand in hand towards the elevators, not speaking. We stepped in and PP pushed the button to her floor (PP was on the same floor as H and I — we would be just down the hallway from him!) As the elevator started PP turned and pined me against the back wall, taking both of my hands in hers. She kissed me with more passion than I ever experienced in my life. My knees felt like rubber, and if not for the elevator’s wall I might have slipped to the floor.

PP and I stepped out of the elevator I knew that soon I would be having sex with a girl. Sex with … my own sex! I fleetingly realized I’d been raised to think that girls could only have sex with boys and only fall in love with boys. I thought about how all I’d ever seen was my parents, my aunts and uncles, only having boy/girl relationships. I’d had friends in college who were bi and even lesbian, but I’d just regarded them as friends, not as potential lovers.

As we stepped out of the elevator PP held my hand as we walked to her room. She pulled her key card from between her full breasts (OMG – I was about to make out with someone who had breasts!) and we went in. I quickly saw that it was a lot nicer than the room H had rented. PP asked what I wanted to drink as she went bursa escort bayan over to the room’s bar (which the room H had booked sure didn’t have!). I told her that anything she was having would be fine with me. She poured us each a glass of excellent red wine and then we looked out her balcony window at the lovely view of the ocean. PP came up behind me, slipped her hand, still holding her wine glass, around me, and softly touched my rear end with her other hand, as her full breasts (again, wow!) pressed into my back.

As I felt PP’s full soft breasts on my back I never felt more alive. I knew at that instant that I wanted to have sex with another woman. PP leaned close to my ear and started lightly kissing it as her hand softly caressed my bottom. No one ever nibbled on my ear before (GIGGLE) and OMG how it turned me on! And made me wonder what other magic I’d been missing because up until that I point I’d been wasting myself on men.

I could feel my pussy almost dripping as PP turned me by my waist till once again we was facing each other. PP took my wine glass, set both our glasses down, and whispered, “No pressure. Only do what you feel like doing.”

Then she showed me what real pleasure was all about. We started a kiss that was incredibly hot and steamy, but much more tender than I’d ever received from a man. And infinitely better than anything from my husband! It was so tender that only a woman possibly could have kissed me like that.

We kissed slowly and softly, exploring each other’s mouths as if the kiss was the only thing in the world that mattered (as compared to when I had kissed men and thought it was just something they felt they had to do as a way of getting into my panties). Time didn’t matter, there was no rush, nothing in the world existed except the soft closeness of our lips and tongues making love. At that point I knew I must be a lesbian because I’d never had any feeling even close to these with any man, and certainly not with pee pee.

Pam finally broke off the most sensual kiss of my life and told me to relax and enjoy the pleasure. Then she leaned forward and with a soft light touch kissed my neck and the face of the girl she was now calling her “Princess,” an endearment that made me blush because I loved it so much. I realized that I so very much wanted to be her Princess!

PP wrapped her arms around me and this settled me down, both inside and outside. I felt so safe and her embrace seemed so natural, so right. I knew I was about to have more pleasure than I had ever experienced — ever! Even though I had just met her that afternoon I knew I could trust her. As her soft kisses and caresses made me almost melt, PP slowly started to tug my skirt up as she searched for my womanhood.

As PP tugged my skirt up I felt her fingers brush my thighs. I knew I was very wet and that I wanted sex more than I’d ever wanted it. She turned me on so much that I could barely breathe. PP slid my skirt down my hips and off my body. Our eyes locked. I could have melted right there!

I could smell my own pussy — which had never happened to me before. And because of that I knew PP also could, and that this would let her know how much I wanted her, which would make her want me even more!

Before I knew it PP had moved my panties to the side and I felt the most wonderful feeling of my life. PP’s soft moist tongue and lips kissing my smooth womanhood. Within seconds — I mean this literally – I felt an orgasm build inside me. The room started spinning. PP’s lips almost locked onto my pussy and her tongue was like a magic wand – going inside my pussy! But her lips still seemed to be locked onto my clit! I swear to everyone that I saw stars! I felt the rush of my first true orgasm explode – and I mean explode – from my body!!

PP later told me I screamed, even though at the time I couldn’t hear my own voice and, looking back, I can’t remember anything except pleasure. But I do know that I passed out! When I recovered PP was still between my legs, softly licking and kissing my pussy with the kind of sweet and gentle kisses they call butterfly kisses. Then she slid her body over mine so that she was laying on top of me, and she kissed my lips. OMG – I tasted myself off of a woman’s lips! Another incredible first! I knew at that instant my marriage to *him* was OVER!!

After the longest, most tender, most sweet and most love-filled kiss I’d ever had in my life, we cuddled. Since I was totally spent and could barely move, PP helped me remove the rest of my clothing until I was completely naked, so we could cuddle even more intimately. At that point I truly felt like a princess. A happy, contended, pampered princess. Especially because PP never asked me to do anything to her that magical night.

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Postscript: This is the end of Part I of Tabatha’s story. If there is interest we’ll be happy to tell the rest of her story in Part 2: how Tabatha and Pam soon became live-in girlfriends, how Tabatha divorced her husband and how, within a year, Tabatha and Pam married each other and are now living their dream.

GELIN UZERINDE UYGULAMALI DERS

DEVAM EDIYOR. 2. VE SON BOLUM:
Yine seksi kiyafetlerimi giyip, nazarciya geldim. Yine koltugun bir ucuna o, bir ucuna ben oturduk. Biraz bir seyler mirildandi ve yanima geldi. Dudaklarimdan opmeye calisiyordu. Biyiklari ve sakallari battigi icin rahatsiz olmustum. Bana, “bugun giris yolunu acacagiz, sen hic merak etme” diyince cok tedirgin oldum. Sikinin basi cok iriydi. Eger oram sulanmazsa, seks esnasinda cok canim acir diye dusundum ve ona durumu boyle anlattim. Tam o sirada kapi calindi. Bu sefer caylari gelini getirmisti. Nazarci, gelinine “gel kiz Ayse. Gec divana yat bakiyim” dedi. Kiz karsimizdaki divana sereserpe uzandi. Uzerindeki entari baldirlarina kadar siyrildi. Ben yine şoklardaydım. Nazarci bana dondu “bak simdi kizim, bire bir seyret ve gor, nasil oluyor bu is.” dedi. Herif, gelininin yanina gidip “kiz Ayse, ne zamandir ozledim seni be!” diyince, kiz kikirdadi. Nazarci kizin yanina yatti ve dudaklarindan opmeye basladi. Aslinda, sanki opmuyor, kizin dudaklarini yiyiyordu. Ayse, kayinpederine “ay hocam, valla yine kipkirmizi edeceksin dudaklarimi. Sonra annem anliyor, ayip oluyor.” Dedi. Nazarci, gelininin, baldirlarina kadar siyrilmis olan entarisinin dugmelerini cozup, cikardi. Kiz sutyen filan giymemisti. Memeleri cok buyuk sayilmazdi, ama dipdiriydiler. Nazarci efendi bana donup, “bak, bunun memelerini o kadar emdim, ama yine buyutemedim valla” dedi. Gelininin memelerine yumuldu. Ikisini de yalayip yutuyordu sanki. Gelini de sehvete gelmis, vucudunu, kayninin vucuduna bastirip inliyordu. Bir ara, gelin kiz bana dondu ve “bu kayinbabam insani orospu yapar abla. Baba, ogul habire beni sikiyorlar, ama cok hosuma gidiyor. Sen de buna bir alisirsan, bi daha birakamazsin valla.” diyince karsimdaki manzaradan beni de ates basmaya basladi.
Nazarci efendi, kizin entarisinden sonra, kendi uzerindeki, yelek, gomlek, potur ne varsa cikardi. Kizin donunu siyirdi. Simdi ikisi de cirilciplak kalmislardi. Herif, gelininin uzerine dogru oturup, yarragini kizin agzina verdi. Gelin, once koca basinin cevresini yaladi. Sonra agzina alip somururken, herif kiza “Amina almadan, bosaltacan beni gelin. Dur sikeyim seni.” diyip, kendini asagi kaydirdi ve kizin amina soktu. Ikisi de inleyerek sikisirlerken, kiz “Kocacim, dur sen bosalmadan ben uzerine cikayim. Oyle cok seviyorum” dedi ve guresir gibi divanin uzerinde donduler. Simdi, nazarci sirtustu yatiyor, gelini de uzerinde yerini almaya hazirlaniyordu. Kiz yine bana dondu ve” abla bak su yarragin kafasina. Boylesini hic goremezsin, kocaman. Bunlarin, baba, ogul ayni sekilde yarraklari var. Icine girince insani deli ediyor.” diyip eliyle tuttugu yarragi, yavasca amciginin derinliklerine dogru kaydirdi. Herif derin bir oh cekti. Gelin, kayinpederinin uzerinde yavas yavas inip kalkiyor, ara sira adamin uzerine dogru egilip opusuyorlardi. Bu arada nazarci bir parmagini gelininin gotune sokmustu. Kiz, “ohhh, kocacim sok, iki parmagini sok, cok zevkli” diye inliyordu. Once kiz, arkasindan nazarci, neredeyse bagira, bagira bosaldilar. Onlari seyrederken, ben de etegimi siyirmis, donumu kenara cekmis, amima parmaklarimi sokup, cikartiyordum. Ama maalesef, ben bosalamadan onlar islerini bitirdiler. Kiz bana donup “abla, ben su an hamileyim, ama cocuk kimden hic orasini sorma. Dedim ya, bunlar baba, ogul beni sikip duruyorlar. Ben de vaz gecemiyorum valla.” diyip, peceteleri orasina sikistirip, kayinpederinin uzerinden kalkti.
Nazarci efendi bana donup; “bak kizim, ne guzel oluyor, denemek istemez misin bir dahaki sefere?” diye sorunca, acaba buna hazir miyim diye dusundum.
AILE SAADETI
Bir sonraki gidisimde, daha odanin kapisindan girer girmez, telasla, nazarci efendiye “henuz daha hazir degilim. Ama bu sefer de beni rahatlatin, bir dahaki sefere, soz, ne derseniz odur.” dedim. O da anlayisla beni buyur etti. Yine basladi miril miril bir seyler soylemeye. Her ne soyluyorsa hic anlamiyordum, ama sanki beni rahatlatiyordu. Sonra “haydi sana bir surpriz yapalim. Bak, bizim hanim komsuya gitti, evde yok ve oglan da bu gun izinli, evde. Dur, oglanla, gelini cagirayim. Onlara nasil ogrettim, sana iyice bir gostersinler bakalim.” diye odanin kapisini acip, oglu ile gelinini cagirdi. Onlar gelince benim oturdugum kanepenin karsisindaki divana oturdular. Gelinle havadan sudan bir muhabbetten sonra ,nazarci, bana donup “bak kizim, biz bu gelini aldigimizda, o da senin gibi soguktu. Ama bak nasil ogrettim onlara. Simdi ici kayniyor.” derken, gelin coktan kocasinin dudaklarina yumulmustu bile. Divanin uzerinde birbirlerini oksarlarken kizin etekleri acildi ve ayni benim aldiklarindan, ipli bir don, ince, ten rengi, lastikli coraplar ortaya cikti. Nazarci efendi, bana gelinini gostererek “bak sen, kocasi bugun evde diye ona hazirlanmis. Biz cagirmasakta bu keratalar zaten o isi yapacaklarmis. Eh, onlara da zahmet olmadi. Bize de gostersinler bakalim marifetlerini.” dedi ve ekledi; “bak, bu bizim oglan, zenciler gibi, corapli, seksi camasirli karilara dayanamiyor. Bu karisi da onu azdirmak isteyince, giyiyor seffaf ipleri, sudyenleri, ince coraplari, ondan sonra, bizim oglan karisinin hakkini veriyor. Gelini iki, uc defa ust uste yapmadan birakmaz. Internette gormustum, Amerika’da karilar zencilere vermek isteyince, naylon coraplari giyip oyle yapiyorlarmis, en az uc defa garanti.
Hoca bana bunlari anlatirken, oglan, gelinin orasini yalamaya baslamisti bile. Oyle guzel yaliyordu ki, benim kocam boyle seyleri hic bilmezdi. Dilini aminin iclerine kadar sokup cikartiyor, kizi sanki diliyle sikiyordu. Karisi her dil darbesinde sanki amina yarrak girmis gibi geriliyor, dudaklarini isiriyordu. Bu arada, ben de elimi orama goturmus oynuyordum. Artik baskalari umurumda degildi. Hepten ahlaksiz birisi olup cikmistim bu acaip nazarci efendi yuzunden. Oglan, kizin bizirini emiyor, diliyle vaginasinin etrafinda daireler ciziyordu. Ikiside soyunmuslar, kiz sadece coraplari ile kalmisti. Nazarcinin oglunun cukunu, su anda, net bir sekilde, kalkmis olarak gorebiliyordum. Tam bir salam gibiydi. Hem basi kocaman, hem de cok kalin ve iriydi. Bu kiz bunu nasil alacak diye dusunup, kendi kendime korktum. Gelin, kocasini uzerine dogru cekti, sira goguslerine geldi. Oglan, karisinin Iki gogsunu de uzun, uzun, harika bir bicimde, en yumusak hali ile yalayip, kizi iyice azdirdi. Gelin hanim kocasiyla, isterik bir sekilde, kayinpederinin onunde sevisiyordu.
Bu arada, nazarci ahlaksizi, benim, oramla oynastigimi gorunce, kendi aletini cikarmis, asagi yukari sivazlayip, hem beni kesiyor, hem de, ogluyla, gelininin sevismelerini, derin, derin nefes alarak seyrediyordu. Kiz, oglani bir daha uzerine cekince, oglanin koca yarragi gelinin amina yaslandi. Oglan, yarragini yavas yavas, hic hoyratlasmadan, yag gibi iceriye kaydirdi. Inanilir gibi degil ama hepsini soktu. Kalin yarragin hepsini alinca, kiz derin bir ohhh cekti. Oglan, ellerini divana yaslayip, govdesi ile kizi ezmemeye calisiyordu. Gidip, gelen oglan degil, gelindi. Bacaklarini kocasinin beline dolamis, yavas yavas gidip geliyordu. Nazarci da, bana olayin gelismesini anlatiyordu. “Bak kizim, bizim gelin simdi oglumun sikini, Japon kizlar gibi, aminin dudaklari ile somuruyor. Bunu ona ben ogrettim. Cok iyi ogrendi ve ilk uygulamalarda benden cok iyi puanlar aldi.” diyince, “bu ne sapik herif, habire gelinini sikiyor anlasilan. Bunlar, bu kizi bu eve almis, baba, ogul sabah, aksam sikiyorlar” diye dusundum. Ama acaba ben de mi sapiklasiyordum! Cunki bu dusunce beni tahrik etmisti. Bir an icin, kendi kayinpederim beni yapsa nasil olur diye dusundum, ama bunu tiksinerek gozlerimin onunden silmeye calistim.
Dalmis, bunlari dusunuyor, oramla oynuyordum. Birden, nazarci efendiyi yanibasimda gordum. Siki yine disardaydi. Yaklasip, elini dogrudan amima goturdu. Etegim zaten tamamen siyrilmis, herseyim meydandaydi. Beni yine parmaklari ile sikmeye basladi. Ben de dayanamayip onun sikini tuttum ve oynamaya basladim. Bu, herifin cok hosuna gitti. Ama ahlaksiz herif sehvetle inledikce, onun sikini sivazlamak beni de kizistirmisti.
Gelin, bir onceki gelisimde kayinpederine yaptigi gibi, kocasina da “hadi sen sirt ustu yat, ben ustune bineyim. Oyle cok seviyorum.” dedi. Oglan sirt ustu yatti. Karisi, yavasca, oglanin dev gibi sikini oldugu gibi once icine alip, sonra da uzerinde inip kalkmaya basladi. Kiz o kadar sulanmisti ki, kocasinin azman yarragina oturup kalktikca flop flop diye sesler geliyordu. Gelin, oglanin uzerinde tutkuyla sikisirken, kayinpederine bastan cikartici bir bakis atti. Herif bu bakisi kacirmadi. Benim yanimdan, yavasca divana dogru suzuldu. Copurunu dizlerine indirip, oglunun uzerinde domalmis bir sekilde opusen gelininin arkasina gecti. Once, gelininin, oglunun siki ile dopdolu amini oksamaya basladi. Ne yapiyor diye merakla bakarken, amindaki sivilari, kizin got deligine surmeye basladi ve bu sivilarin yardimi ile parmaklarini kizin gotune sokup cikartiyordu. Gelin kafasini cevirip “yeter hadi,sok sunu” diyince, nazarci dunden razi, koca basli yarragini gelininin gotune bastirdi. Kiz iyice kendinden gecti. Incecik bedenine simdi iki koca yarrak saplanmisti. Hem kocasi, hem de kayinpederi, daha once tecrubelendikleri belli, oynamadan duruyorlar, gelin aralarinda ileri, geri gidip gelerek sanki onlari sikiyordu. Anlasilan, kiz, kayinpederi de gotune girince doruga ulasip, bosaldi ve yorulup kocasinin uzerine yatti. Nazarci efendi de gelininin ustune yatti. Iste, simdi kizi tam sandvic yapmislardi. Bunu, daha once de duymustum. Hem nazarci, hem de oglu, daha hizli gelinin amina, gotune girip, cikip hemen, hemen ayni anda bosaldilar. Kiz ayaga kalkinca, eliyle amini, gotunu tutmaya calisti. Avuclari meni dolmustu. Bunlar ne bicim adamlardi boyle. Baba, ogul, sanki seks makinesi.
Nazarci efendi, bana donup; “nasil hosuna gitti mi?” dyince, ne yalan soyliyeyim “evet” dedim. Evet, cok hosuma gitmisti. “Iyi o zaman. Gelecek sefer kocani da getir, finali kocanla yapican. Bakalim dersini iyi bellemismisin, gorecegiz.” dedi nazarci.
Eve vardigimda, kocam, eve benden once gelmisti. Bana “cok meraklandim, neler oldu, hemen anlatsana” dedi. Ben, uzerimdeki seksi kiyafetlerle, basladim, baba, ogul gelini nasil siktiklerini anlatmaya, ki kocam iki saniyede soyundu. Tik, tik, yine isimi cabucak bitirdi. “Hadi mujde, yarin sen de geliyorsun. Son seansimiz olacakmis. Artik ben duzelmisim. Nazarci efendi oyle buyurdu.” diyince kocam cok sevindi.
Evet, ben seks konusundaki cekingenligimi atmis, hatta iyice bastan cikmistim ama, simdi anliyorum ki, aslinda kocam da buyuk bir problem vardi. Beni sekse hazirlayamiyordu.
KOCAMLA NAZARCIDA
Ertesi gun kocamla, Nazarci efendinin evinde bulustuk. Ben yine en bastan cikartici giysilerimi giymis, makyajimi yapmis, parfumumu surunmustum. Nazarci bizimle biraz konustuktan sonra, bana “hadi bakalim bastan cikart kocani. Sana ogrettiklerim, gosterdiklerim olmus mu gorelim.” diyince uzerimdeki elbiseyi yavas ve seksi hareketlerle cikarttim. Altimda saten, dantelli bir kombinezon ve lastikli coraplarim vardi. Kulot bile giymemistim. Yuksek topuklu bantli ayakkabilarimin uzerinde, kocamin ve nazarcinin oturduklari kanepenin onunde one dogru egilince, oram oldugu gibi ortaya cikiyordu. Iyice agda yaptigim amim, tam yalanmaya layik diye dusunuyordum. Dizlerimin uzerinde kanepeye cikip, kocami opmeye basladim. Popom herife donuktu. Birden oramin oksandigini hissettim. Nazarci efendi bos durur mu, puruzsuz amimi, yumusak, yumusak oksamaya baslamisti bile. Kocamla opusurken, onun yaninda, baska bir erkek tarafindan, hem de amcigimdan oksaniyordum. Yuzumu yine ates basti. Kocamla opusurken, kocama usulca “baksana” dedim. “Herif bana neler yapiyor. Bak, simdi orami elliyor” diyince kocam egilip nazarciya bakti. “Amca kolay gelsin! Karimin ami, cirlop gibi hosuna gitti galiba” diyince, herif, “sen isine bak oglum. Ben karini sehvetlendirmek icin oksuyorum” diye cevap verdi. Kocam, bana “nasil zevk alyormusun bari? Ne yapiyor simdi?” diye sorunca, ben de “evet, hemde cok.” diye cevap verdim. “Iki parmagini soktu. Hep yaptigi gibi, parmaklari ile sikiyor beni” dedim. Bana “kiz utanmiyor musun, benim yanimda elin adamina kendini elletmeye?” diye siritatrak sordu. Ben de “hayir, aksine cok zevk aliyorum, ikinizin arasinda. Senin hosuna gitmiyor mu sanki?” diye sordum. Kocam “ohh, cok azdim. Hadi yat karsi divana, sikicem seni hemen” diye cevapladi. Hakikaten cok azmisti, her halinden belliydi. Ayaga kalkip, aceleyle soyundu, beni de kaldirip sirtustu divana yatirdi. Iste her zamanki pozisyonumuzu alip, rutin sikismemize basliyorduk ki, Nazarci efendi birden “hoop, dur bakalim delikanli. Bak, artik senin karin uzerinde ki soguklugu atti. Ama goruyorum ki, sen onu seviseceginiz kivama getirmeden, kendi sehvetinin esiri oluyor ve karin daha sulanmadan birlesmeye zorluyorsun. Boyle yaparsan kizcagiz yine eskiye doner. Once biraz opuseceksin, koklasacaksin. Bak senin icin giyinmis, parfumler sikinmis. Oksa bakalim karinin her tarafini. Orasi girise musait olana kadar hassas bolgelerini yala bakalim. Gayret et biraz. Gerekiyorsa orasini da yala. Bak sana soyliyim, tadina doyum olmaz. Senin de hosuna gidecek. Oyle kendini dusunup, haydi yallah diye is olmaz.” diyince kocam biraz uzulur gibi oldu. Yedigi fircadan dolayi çükü inmisti. Nazarci, “dur, bak ben sana gostereyim. Bu da, benden sana nasihat olsun. Ben ne yapiyorsam aklinda iyi tut, aynisini uygularsin. Hem bak goreceksin, sen de zevk alacaksin. Simdi, gel otur bu kanepeye, seyret.” diyince, kocam kuzu gibi yanimdan cekilip, karsidaki kanepeye uzandi.
Ben, bu nutuk karsisinda hayretler icinde kalmistim. Nasil yani? Simdi herif kocama ne gosterecekti? Burada benim rolum ne olacakti? Gibi, aklima cevabini bulamadigim sorular geldi. Nazarci efendi geldi, divanda yanima oturdu. Bana dogru egildi ve dudaklarimdan usul usul opmeye basladi. Inanamiyordum. Herif, kocamin onunde beni opuyordu. Ben agzimi kapali tutunca, bana “hadi kizim sen de karsilik ver. Kocana nasil gosterecegiz baska turlu? Sen de bana yardimci ol ki, cocukcagiz bu isin usulunce nasil yapildigini gorsun. Sonunda her ikinizde mutlu olun.” diyince dudaklarimi araladim. Herif, dudaklarimin cevresini diliyle yaliyordu. Hem biyiklari hem de sakallari batmasina ragmen, bu cok hosuma gitmisti. Tahrik oluyordum. Bir eliyle de orami oksuyordu. Nazarci, aslinda bu isi iyi biliyordu anlasilan. Oyle tahrik oldum ki, agzimi tamamen actim ve dillerimiz bulustu. Azginca opusuyor, birbirimizin dudaklarini, dillerini emiyorduk. Bu opusme bir hayli surdu. Dudaklarim ates gibi yaniyordu. Opusme faslimiz bittiginde, Nazarcinin dudaklarini gorunce, bana bir gulme geldi! Kirmizi rujlarim, onun dudaklarina da bulasmis, dudaklari sanki rujlu gibi olmustu. Herif, kombinezonumun askilarini indirip, iri goguslerimi ortaya cikardi. Once elleri ile iyice bir yogurup, dudaklarima yaptigi muamelenin aynisini onlara da uyguladi. Ufak ufak gogus baslarimi isiriyor, emiyor ve iri goguslerimi, hic bir bolgesini ihmal etmeden tutkuyla yaliyordu. Sehvetten iyice kizismistim. Ayaklari hala yerde, yari vucudu ile uzerime kapanmis oldugundan, elimle poturunun ustunden sikini yokladim. Buna, kocamin onunde nasil curet ettim bilemiyorum, ama o an icimden oyle geldi. Iyice edepsizlesmistim artik. Siki kocaman olmustu. Sikinin koca basini hayal ettim. Bana, “istiyorsan vereyim sana onu, yavrum” dedi. Ayaga kalkip, poturunu, donunu ve uzerindeki yelekle, gomlegi cikarinca, killi vucudu ile cirilciplak kaldi. Kocam, resmen agzi acik bir sekilde, bizi seyrediyordu. Kocama donup, tecrubeli bir sikici edasiyla “bak, iyi seyret simdi oglum” dedi ve divana cikti. Ahlaksizca “Gulsencim, bu iri goguslerini sikmek istiyorum. Bak, simdi benim yarragim onlarin arasinda nasil kayacak” dedi ve karin hizamin biraz uzerine oturup, sikini goguslerimin arasina soktu. Iki eliyle, yanlara yayilmis olan goguslerimi sikistirdi ve koca basli yarragini ikisinin arasina sokup, gidip, gelmeye basladi. Yarrak hakikaten goguslerimin arasinda kayiyordu, cunki herifin siki de sulanmisti. Nazarci efendi gidip, geldikce, yarrak yuzume bir yaklasiyor, bir uzaklasiyordu. Agzima yaklastikca, dilimi uzatip yalamaya basladim. Daha sonra, herif agzima iyice yaklasti ve koca basli yarragi tam agzimin onune geldi. Sulanmis siki agzima aldim. Yumusak, dondurma gibi bir seydi. Tadi biraz tuzluydu. Hosuma gitti. Agzimin icinde yalamaya basladim. Bu sefer, ben kafami ileri, geri yapiyordum. Nazarci agzimdan cikti ve sikini butun vucuduma surterek amcigima kadar indi. Amim muthis sulanmisti. Bu arada, karsi kanepede bizi seyreden kocami tamamen unutmustum. Bir an kafami cevirince gordum. Cirilciplak, orada oturmus, siki ile oynuyordu. Dudaklarimla bir opucuk gonderdim. O da, bana ayni sekilde cevap verdi. Nazarci efendi de bunu gorup, kocama, “bak, karin nasil kizisti ve ami sulandi. Ama yine de, oyle hemen sokmaca, bosalmaca yok. Bu isten ikiniz de zevk alacaksiniz, oyle degil mi oglum?” diye sordu. Kocam da saf, saf kafasini salliyordu. Nazarci sehvetle amima yumuldu. Dilini sokuyor, amcigimin icinde ceviriyordu. Amimin tertemiz dudaklarini emiyor, neredeyse tum amcigimi agzina aliyordu. Amim neredyse, sular akacak kadar sulanmisti. Vucudumu saran zevk dalgalari ile iyice azmistim. Nazarci efendinin, sogan basli yarragini, bir an evvel amcigima sokmasini istiyordum. Herif beni bastan cikartmis, isterik yapmisti. Ama o hala, beni cildirtmaya devam ediyordu. Corapli bacaklarimin her bir santimini yalaya, yalaya ayaklarima kadar indi. Ilk gorusmelerimizden birinde yaptigi gibi, butun parmaklarimi yalayip, emdi. Corabimin uzerinden ayak tabanlarimi islak, islak yaladi, topuklarimi agzina alip, emdi. Beni divanda yuz ustu cevirip, bu sefer bacaklarimi arkadan yalayarak yukari cikmaya basladi. Baldirlarimin iclerini yalarken, elimde olmadan tutkuyla inlemeye basladim. Baldirlarimi yavas, yavas yaliyor, apus arama dogru yaklasiyordu. Arkadan, gotumu ve amimi yalamaya basladi. Got deligimin etrafini yaliyor, bana bambaska duygular tattiriyordu. Gotumle amimin arasinda gidip gelirken cok zevklendim. Iyice azmis, sehvetle “sik beni , hadi sik beni” diye yalvariyordum. Bosalacagimi anlayinca parmaklarini da oyuna dahil etti. Hem dilini, hem de parmaklarini, bir amima, bir gotume sokarak beni bosaltti. Ama isi henuz bitmemisti. Genis kalcalarimi, once elleri ile oksayip, ardindan her tarafini yaladi. Sonra, kalcalarimin uzerine oturdu ve belime masaj yapamaya basladi. Yine cok sehvetlenmistim. Artik icimde bir yarrak istiyordum. Dunyanin en cirkin adami gelse, su anda herkese kendimi siktirebilirdim. Herif omuzlarima da masaj yapti. Masaj yaparken, yarragi apus arama giriyor, koca basi amima deyiyordu. Kendimi geri vererek yarragi icime almaya calisiyordum. Ama nazarci efendi izin vermiyor, hem de bir turlu icime girmiyordu. Ben yuzustu yatarken, en nihayet uzerime yatti. Siki, baldirlarimin arasinda, amima surtunup duruyordu. Amimin asiri sulanmasi nedeniyle acaip sesler cikiyordu. Herif kulak memelerimi opup, isirken, cildiracak gibi oldum. Kendini biraz yukari kaldirip, dimdik ve kaskati yarragini, amcigimin icine soktu. Ohhhh, aman yarabbim ne guzel bir duyguydu bu. Nazarci efendiye teslim olmustum. Yarragini azginca sokup, cikartiyor, kocamin gozleri onunde ahlaksizca sikisiyorduk. Govdesinin agirligini uzerime veriyor, killi vucudunun killari sirtima batiyordu. Ama, sehvet ve zevkten deliye donmustum. Kocam gozlerine inanamadi. Bir yandan masturbasyon yaparken, bir yandan da bana “Gulsen, kiz ne yapiyorsunuz oyle? Gercekten yaptiriyormusun kendini?” diye, biraz panikle sordu. Ben de tutkuyla inleyerek “Nazarci effendi soktu sikini kocacigim. Ohh, zevkten ölüyorum. Acaip sikiyor beni.” diyince, oylece kaldi garibim. Nazarci kulagima egilip, “Gulsen, kiz sen ne bicim avratmissin? Perisan ettin beni. Sik, sik doyum olmuyor. Bu sumsuk kocanin bir bok becerebilecegi yok. Sen canin cekince gel bana yine. Bak, ben sana her turlu zevki tattiririm. Ohh su kalcalarina hasta oldum be!” diye mirildaninca, ben de “gelirim hocam. Derslerimize devam ederiz.” dedim. Nazarci effendi, sikini sonuna kadar amima koklemis, icinde ceviriyordu. Kafami biraza yana cevirip, herifin rujlu dudaklarini kaptim, emmeye basladim. Yine orgazm oluyordum galiba. Nazarciya “ohh, hocam iyice sok, cevir iceride” diye bagiriyordum. Nazarci da “ohh yavrum, gotune kurban” diyerek, attira, attira icime bosaldi. Ben de bir kez daha orgazm olmustum. Herif uzerimde, oylecene biraz kaldik. Nazarci, kalkip, hazirlamis oldugu pecetelere, hala dik duran sikini sildi. Bana da verdi ve odadan cikti. Kocama “nasil seyredince ogrendim mi bir seyler?” diye sordum. O da ancak bir “evet” diyebildi. Goruyordum, o da eline bosalmisti. “Peki, beni baska bir erkekle sikisirken gormekten zevk aldin mi?” diye sordum, o da “evet, cok” dedi.
SONRAKI GORUSMELERIMIZ
Bu gorusmeden sonra, sevisirken kocamin bana olan yaklasiminda, oyle cok da bir fark olmamisti. Hemen uzerime atliyor, biraz, yalandan opup, oksamalar yapiyor, sonra hemen sokup bosaliyordu. Ama, ben sevismelerimizi uzatacak bir formul bulmustum. Kocam askere gidene deign, canim cektikce nazarci efendiyi ziyaret ettim. Ziyaretlerden sonra, aksam, yatakta, kocama nazarci efendi ile sikismelerimizi, butun detaylari ile anlatiyordum. Bundan her ikimizde buyuk zevk aliyor, muthis tahrik oluyorduk. Bir seferinde, nazarcinin sikini corapli ayaklarimin arasinda iyice kayganlastirip, masturbasyon yaptirirken, adami oyle azdirdim ki, daha sikisemeden bosaldi. Ama yasindan beklenmeyecek bir dinçlikle bana; “Kiz, beni amcigina almadan bosalttin. Hadi bakalim, simdi sertlestir bu yarragi, amina da bir ziyafet cektirelim di mi ama?” diyince, henuz kuculmemis, ama biraz yumusamis yarragini emerek ve yalayarak sepsert yaptim. Bu kara sakalli, cirkin herifin koca basli yarragini yalamaya bayiliyordum. Yarraginin basini agzimin icine alip, dilimle daireler cizerek yalarken, herifin gozlerini kapatip, yarragini agzimin icine sokup cikartmasi cok hosuma gidiyordu. Bunu yaparken, bana; “ohh yavrum, yala, guzelce em. Bak, hic boyle koca basli yarrak aldin mi daha once agzina? Iyice sertlestir. Simdi, onu senin guzel amcigina vericem. Aminin icinde, her zerresinde benim koca basli yarragimi hissedeceksin. Zevkten kudurtucam seni. Iyice yala, ohhh!” gibi bastan cikartici ve ahlaksiz komplimanlar yapar, benim de zevkten kudurmami saglardi. O gun amim hakikaten bayram yapti.
Eve donunce, aksam “Valla adama hayret ettim. O yasinda iki kere ust uste bana misin demedi” diye kocama anlatiyordum. Nazarci efendi ile hep ilkleri yasayip, sonra kocamla tatbik ediyorduk. Nazarci bir seferinde bana “haydi bakalim! Bu gotu o kadar yaladim ve belli ki sen de zevk aliyorsun bundan. Ne zaman kendini bana gotten siktirecen bakalim?” diye sordu. Nazarci efendi, her tarafimi yalayip, yuttugu icin, gitmeden evvel ayip olmasin diye iyice yikaniyordum. O da, benim temiz oldugumu biliyor ve got deligimi bile istahla ve sehvetle yaliyordu. Ben tahrik olup, kizistikca, bu onun da hosuna gidiyordu. Ama, herifin sogan basli yarraginin gotume girebilecegini hic tahmin etmezdim. Nazarci “bak, geline nasil soktum hatirlasana, gikini cikarmadi.” diyince, “o alismis herhalde hocam” dedim. Nazarci da “bi kere soktummu sen de alisrsin. Bak goreceksin nasil zevkli.” diye beni ikna etmeye calisyordu. O gun, beni oyle oksadi, oyle yaladi ki, zevkten cilgina donmustum. Kucagina oturtmus, bir yandan iri goguslerimi emerken, bir yandan da genis kalcalarimi avucluyor, got deligime parmagini sokuyordu. Yine cok tahrik olmustum. Sehvetten gozlerimi acamiyordum. Herifin kucaginda biraz dogrulup, yarragini got hizama getirdim ve yavasca uzerine oturmaya basladim. Amima, gotume sokup, cikardigi parmaklari nedeniyle, got deligim de islanmis ve kayganlasmisti. Yarraginin kafasinin girmesi sandigimdan da kolay olmustu. Tahmin ettigim gibi, acili, sizili bir sey degildi. Nazarci, belli ki beni tedirgin etmemek icin, hic kipirdamiyordu. Sonunda butun yarragini gotumun icine aldim. Yavas yavas oturup kalkmaya basladim. Zevk aliyordum. Herif bir yandan amimi parmakliyordu. Inanilmaz tahrik olmustum, sehvetle inliyordum. Amimda parmaklari, gotumde yarragi, isterik orospular gibi titreyerek, siddetli orgazm oldum. Hic tahmin etmemistim, ama gotumden sikilip orgazm olmustum. Nazaci efendi de gotumun icine bosaldi. Bana, “ohh yavrum, bayildim senin daracik gotune. Bak, senin de hosuna gitti. Artik vazgecemezsin bundan.” diyerek gotten sikisme konusunda soylediklerinin hakliligini vurgulamaya calisiyordu. O aksam, evde bunu kocama anlatinca, o da daldi gotume. Gotum artik alismisti.
OGLUYLA BERABER
Nazarci efendi, bir gun, “sana surpriz yapicam” diye beni cagirdi. Merakla gittim. Surprizi ogluydu. Gelinini siktikleri gibi, beni, ikisi araya alip, sandvic yapmak istediler. Ama, buna daha hazir degildim. Ayri, ayri siktiler. Nazarci iki kere, oglu uc kere bosaldi. Her seferinde ben de geldim. Iki erkegin arasinda orospular gibi azmistim. Birisi sikerken, digerinin yarragi agzimin icinde oluyordu. Agzimi da, amimi siker gibi sikiyorlardi. Heriflerin yarraklarini yalarken, kendilerinden geciriyordum. Sehvetten deliler gibi kizismis, heriflerle hic bir sinir tanimadan sikisiyordum. Aldigim zevk inanilmazdi. Baba,ogulun seks kolesi olmustum. Oglan aygir gibiydi. Siki hic inmiyordu. Cok uzun bir sure boyunca sikismistik. Valla ne yalan soyliyim, amim da gotum de biraz agridi. O aksam, bir de o beni sikmeye niyetlenmesin diye, bunu kocama anlatmadim. Ama ertesi gun anlatinca, o da iki kere ust uste yapmayi denedi, ama olmadi.
Kocamin ne zamandir erteledigi askerligi, artik ertelenemez bir hal alinca, nazarci efendinin beni seks duskunu haline getirmesinden bir yil sonra, onu askere ugurladik. Ben de, kayinpederimin evine tasininca, nazarcidan oldukca uzak bir semte gecmis oldum ve bir daha nazarci efendiyi gormek kismet olmadi.

Canım Kayınvalidem 16
O gün işyerimde klimanın karşısında akşama kadar oturup çay içtim. Hiç ayağa bile kalkasım yoktu. Hem neşeli, hem tatminkar bi dinginlik vardı üzerimde. Herkesle şakalaşıp gülüşüyordum. Bende ki olağan dışı mutluluğu herkes farkedebiliyordu. Saat 15 gibi telefonum çaldı. Arayan eşimdi

-Hayatım jakuzi işini ne yaptınız?
-Hallettik canım. Annem evde. Akşam geçerken alıp geçeceğim.
-Tamam sevgilim. Aman bırakma evde kalayım falan diyordu. Israr et kalmak isterse
-Merak etme canım bırakmam zaten
-Kolay gelsin bebeğim, görüşürüz öpüyorum dudaklarından
-Görüşürüz aşkım ben de öpüyorum her yerinden

Telefonu kapatırken içeriye mini şortlu, askılı tişörtlü sarışın 33-34 yaşlarında olduğunu tahmin ettiğim bi kadın girdi. Bir elinde klasör kolunda bej rengi şortuna uyumlu bi çanta vardı. Kadın uzun boylu değil 1.60 civarında, bembeyaz tenli normalden biri iri yuvarlak göğüsleri olan bukleli sarı saçlı tatlı biriydi.

-Merhaba kolay gelsin. Ben Serap X sigorta şirketinden ziyarete geldim sizi.

Masanın önünden elini uzattı bana. Hemen ayağa kalktım. Elimi uzatıp hafifçe sıktım elini. Elleri de biraz küçük ama pamuk gibiydi.

-Hoşgeldiniz Serap Hanım. Ben de İlyas. İşyerinin sahibiyim. Oturmaz mısınız?
-Teşekkür ederim İlyas Bey. Çok naziksiniz. Bırakın ayağa kalkmayı bazı esnaflar sigorta şirketi diyince yüzünü buruşturuyor. Sanki ceplerinden zorla para alacakmışız gibi.
-Her insanın seviyesi görgüsü aynı olamaz Serap hanım. Biz de karşılaşıyoruz akşama kadar kaba insanlarla. İçecek bişey alır mıydınız, önce onu bi sorayım

Kadın aslında doğru söylüyordu. Bankacıları, sigortacıları esnaflar sevmez işin açığı ben de sevmem. Ama kadın daha girerken etkilemişti beni. Daha önce de dedim biraz çapkın biriyim. Ama kolay kolay beğenip etkilenmem.

-Varsa bi çayınızı alayım, bi de mümkünse soğuk su.
-Tabi ki, de demek..

Bulunduğumuz oda camlı bir bölümdü işyerimde. Dışardaki Zeki’ye işaret ettim. Kapıyı açıp ”buyur İlyas abi” dedi. ”İki çay ve su getiriver Zeki bize” dedim. ”Hemen abi” dedi ve çıktı.

Çaylarımızı içerken Serap Hanımla muhabbete daldık. İşyerimde daha önceden sigorta vardı. Hatta Güvenlik kameralarını falan da o firma takmıştı. 5 yıllık sözleşmemizi makul bi fiyatla yapmıştık. Geçen ay sözleşme yenilenme zamanıydı. Fakat firma yüksek fiyat çekti ve çok az bir fiyat kırdılar. Ben de zaten 5 yıl boyunca hiçbir işime de yaramadığı için fiyat kırmamalarına kızdım ve sözleşmeyi yenilemeyeceğimi bildirmiştim. Daha sonraları işyerime özür mahiyetinde daha makul fiyatlarla temsilci gönderdiler ama artık kızmıştım. Yaptırmamıştım. Serap hanımla bu bilgileri paylaştım. Bunları ona özellikle muhabbet uzasın diye anlattığımın o da farkına vardı. Beni ilgiyle dinliyor tatlı tatlı gözlerimin içine bakıyordu. Ben sohbet esnasında sürekli göğüslerinin bembeyaz arasına ve bej rengi şortundan bacak bacak üstüne atarak önüme serdiği bembeyaz dolgun bacaklarına göz kaydırıyordum. Beni ilgiyle dinlemesi acaba benden kısa bir elektrik alması mıydı yoksa para kazanmaya mı çalışıyordu henüz kestiremiyordum. O da daha çok gözlerini sporcu olmam sebebiyle masanın üzerine kollarımı koyduğumu için sert duran bi seps ve trisepslerime, şekilli duran göğsüme ve kanatlarıma kaydırıyordu. 6 aydır falan salona gitmiyordum ama 15 yıllık sporcuydum. Kesinlikle yaşımı göstermediğimi de sürekli herkesten duymaya alışık biriyim. Şimdiye kadar 16 bölümdür kendimi anlatmadım çünkü sevmediğim bir şeydir. Ama Serap Hanımın etkilenip etkilenmediğini bilmediğim için anlattım bu defa.
-İlyas bey anlattığınız durumu da değerlendirip size çok güzel bir teklifim olacak. Beş yıllık sözleşme ile şu fiyattan yapabilirim işyeri sigortanızı.

Serap hanımın verdiği fiyat teklifi gayet makuldü. Zaten o an onun kritiğini yapacak halde değildim. Tek derdim benle sadece para kazanmak için mi bu kadar ilgileniyor yoksa biraz etkilendi mi acaba?? Tabi bunu o an anlamam mümkün değildi. İşe kafamda çoktan onay vermiştim Serap Hanım için. Ama hemen okey dersem muhabbet birden bitebilir diye düşünüp sohbeti uzatmak istedim. Aklıma başka bişey geldi.

-Peki Serap Hanım. Bir de evim var. Onu da sigortalasak bi beş yıllık anlaşma ile. İkisine bi makul fiyat verseniz?

Evin genel durumunu, içindeki eşyaları vs. vs o sormadan anlattım. Kaynanamın evini anlatıyordum tabi ki. Zaten o dairelerin tapusu benim üzerimdeydi. Kaynanam ” ne farkeder oğlum al işte sen tapuları üzerine” demişti. Eve de kabaca güzel bi fiyat çıkardı Serap hanım. Tabi bu arada araya başka muhabbetler giriyordu bazen. Birbirimizi hafif yollu tanımaya çalışıyordu sohbet sohbeti açarken. Serap Hanım evli, ortokul 1. sınıfa giden bir oğlu vardı. Eşi de Hollanda da çalışıyordu. İşçi olarak girdiği bir firmada şu an Amsterdam’da yönetici idi eşi Murat bey. 5 yıl sonra da emekli olup Türkiye’ye dönüş yapacaktı. İşi sebebiyle oğluyla mesai zamanlarında ilgilenemediği için evde beraber kaldıkları annesi ilgileniyordu. Ben de aile durumumu çok detaya girmeden yüzeysel anlatmıştım. Bunları sohbet aralarında yeri geldikçe konuşuyorduk tabi ki. Ama yine de bana özel hayatını anlatması cesaret vermişti. Artık benimle de ilgilendiğine kanaat getirmeye başladım. Muhabbetimiz 2 saate yakın sürmüştü Serap Hanım ile. Çaylar kahveler gelip gitmişti tabi bu arada. bir kaç defa gelen müşteri telefonuyla sohbetimiz kesilmiş sonra kaldığı yerden devam etmişti. Ben telefonda konuşurken Serap Hanım resmen alıcı gözüyle beni süzüyor, hatta etrafı da süzüyordu. Saat 2 buçuk civarı gelmişti Serap Hanım ve şu an duvardaki saat 4 buçuğa geliyordu. Esas olayı kopartacak ve kafamdaki soruyu biraz netleştirecek cümleyi kafamda toparladım.

-Serap Hanım isterseniz yarın daireyi görün. Net fiyatınızı verin ne dersiniz?

Aslında daireyi görme işini exper de yapabilirdi. Ama ben Serap Hanımı tarttığım için ve kafamdaki soruya cevap alabilmek için bu teklifi sumuştum. Tabi o da bunu farkındaydı.

-O zaman şöyle yapalım İlyas Bey. Ben normalde yarın izinliyim. Kısa bir hastane işim var. Öğleden sonra saat 2 gibi gidip bakabiliriz.

İşte bu. Evet Serap Hanım da benden etkilenmiş. Heyecandan avuçlarım terleyiverdi bir anda. Kaynanamla ikimizin aşk yuvamıza Serap Hanımla gidecek olmak değişik bi his uyandırdı o an.

-Anlaştık o halde Serap Hanım.
-Ben kalkayım artık İlyas Bey musadenizle
-Tabi ki musade sizin ama birer kahve daha içerdik diye düşünmüştüm

Gülerek cevap verdi ayağa kalkarken.

-Çok Sağolun. Hiçbir müşterimizde bu kadar uzun oturmadım inanın. Çayımızı kahvemizi de fazlasıyla içtik. Herşey için teşekkürler.
-Rica ederim. Ben de hiçbir sigortacıyı bu kadar uzun ağırlamak isteyebileceğimi sanmazdım şimdiye kadar. Ama siz çok tatlı dillisiniz.

Ben masanın önüne serap Hanımın yanına gelmiştim. Tam vücudumu da görsün istiyordum. Altımda mavi kot üzerimde body tarzında beyaz lacoste vardı. Sikimi kalkarken her ne kadar elimle düzeltmiş olsam da yana doğru uzanmış olduğu net belli oluyordu. Bir ara çok belli olan sikime gözü kaydı tabi Serap Hanımın. Bu konuşmaları yaparken ellerimiz tokalaşma halinde, elini resmen avcuma almış bırakmıyordum. O da pek çekmeye niyetli değil gibiydi hiç zorlanmıyordu çekmek için.

-Teşekkür ederim. Ama insanın karşısında sizin gibi saygılı ve güler yüzlü bi esnaf olunca tatlı dilli olmak meziyet değil sanırım.

Yakınındayken aldığım parfüm kokusunun tenine çok yakıştığını farkettim. Boyu çeneme falan geliyordu. Odanın kapısından çıkarken elini bıraktım. Dış kapıya kadar eşlik ettim. ”Yarın görüşmek üzere İlyaz Bey” ”Görüşmek üzere Serap Hanım ” dedim hafif başımı eğip kaldırarak. Tebessüm ederek arkasını döndü ve yürüdü. Arkasından baktığımın elbette farkındaydı. Bej rengi şortunun içinde hafif sağa sola sallanan yuvarlak kalçalarından gözümü alamadım biraz. O an ahmet işyerinde yoktu ama Zeki de çok farketmesin diye abartamadım ve içeri girmek zorunda kaldım….

Koltuğuma oturduğumda kendimi geriye yaslayıp gömüldüm. Karşımdaki lcd tv de spor haberler vardı ama benim beynim meşguldü. İki tane karın var yetmiyor galiba İlyas Efendi diyordum kendi kendime gülerek. 40 ına merdiven dayamışsın oluyor mu bu şimdi. Ama bunları düşünürken Serap’ın yumuşacık elleri, yuvarlak göğüsleri, yuvarlak kalçaları, gözlerime bakıp gülüşü de aklımdan gitmiyordu tabi. Hele o biçimli pürüzsüz bacakları.. Kocasını merak ettim bir an. Nasıl biriydi, Serap onu seviyor muydu, serap herkese böyle samimi idi vesaire vesaire. Ama bana bakışları normal değildi. İlk defa bir müşteride bu kadar kaldığını da söylemişti. Neyse göreceğiz bakalım diye sonlandırmaya çalıştım kafamdaki soruları. Yarın buluşacağımız ve eve gideceğimiz için de ufaktan heyecan vardı .Bir süre öyle hafif dönerek koltuğumda kalmışım. Duvardaki saatin 6 olduğunu gördüm. Telefonumu elime alıp kaynanamı aradım 15 dakikaya orda olacağımı söyledim….

Arabada biraz dalgındım çünkü serabı düşündüğümü farkettim. Kaynanamı aşağı inmesini beklerken kendime gelmem gerektiğini telkin ettim kendime. Toparla kendini İlyas efendi deyip güldüm yine. Kaynanam kapıyı açıp yanıma oturduğunda yanaklarımızı birleştirip öpüştük. ”Gülüyosun tatlım neşelisin” dedi. ”neşeli olcaz tabi ki sultanım sevdiklerimle beraberim” dedim. ”Oyy canım benim, doğru tabi” deyip ellerini bacaklarıma koydu ben arabayı sürerken. Elleriyle hafif sıkıp bıraktı. Sonra çekmedi elini orda kaldı. Yine sohbetimiz esnasında ufak ufak bacağımı sıkıp bırakıyor sikime doğru da yaklaştırıyordu elini arada bir. Sevgi iletişimi olarak böyle bişey yapıyordu ama sikimsiz duramıyordu. Kaynanamın sikimin dibine elini sürtüp kazık gibi dikilen sikimle araba sürerek eve gelişimiz 15 dakika sürmüştü….

Akşam yemeğimiz yine neşeli geçmişti. Ben arada bir kısa metrajlı dalıyordum düşünceye tabi. Ama kendim durumu farkedip ”bugün yorulmuşum galiba” dedim. Kaynanam ”Bazen insan akşama kadar oturmaktan da yorulur oğlum” dedi gülerek. Gülüştük. ”Yok anne beden değil de kafa da yoruluyor bazen yoğun trafikten” dedim. Çay içip muhebbet ederken kaynanam ”ilyas yarın çamaşır bulaşık makinalarını bağlatalım mı musait misin oğlum” dedi. Kaynanamın sikişmek için yol aradığını tabi en iyi ben bilebilirdim. Her gün sikişsek hayır demeyecekti aşıktı bana da bedenime de. Serap aklıma geldi yine kaynanam evden bahsedince. Hoş zaten aklımdan çıkmamıştı gerçi. ”Anne yarın il dışından müşterilerimiz gelecek hem sabahtan hem öğleden sonra. O İşe yarından sonra bakarız” dedim. Eşim ”hayatım yan komşun tesisatçılara anahtarı versen onlar gidip bağlamaz mı” diye sordu. ”Beni biliyorsun aşkım, evime ben yokken yabancı birilerinin girip çıkmasını istemiyorum” dedim. Eşim bu huyumu biliyordu tabi ama onlar on yıllık komşum diye böyle bi şey söylemişti farkındaydım. ”nasıl istersen hayatım. Aslında bu prensibini beğeniyorum ben de” dedi.

Yemekten sonra biraz Erva ile oynayıp yatağına yatırdım. Yanına ben de uzandım. Uyumuş kalmışım. Bir süre sonra eşimin ”hayatım gel yatağımıza” demesiyle uyanıp yatağıma geçmiştim.

Ertesi gün işyerimde çayımı içerken Heyecanla Serap’ı bekliyordum. Vakit pek hızlı geçmiyordu böyle beklerken. Okuduğum kitabı elime aldım biraz okudum ama kafamı veremiyordum bıraktım. Öyle böyle derken saat 2 yi geçmişti. Telefonum çaldı Serap Hanım yazıyordu. Hemen açtım
-İlyas bey merhaba. Benim işim bitti musaitseniz geliyorum
-Sizi bekliyordum Serap Hanım. Gelmenize gerek yok. Ben sizi alayım yerinizi söyleyin siz.
-Yine nezaketiniz üzerinizde. Tamam o zaman konum atıyorum size.

Serap’ı almaya giderken dikiz aynasında kendime bakıyordum arada bir. Attığı konuma 20 dakikaya varmıştım. Yol kenarında beklediğini gördüm. Üzerinde tek parça diz kapaklarına kadar gelen açık mavi bir elbise vardı. Sarı bukleli saçlarıyla çok güzel duruyordu. Önünde durup camı açtım.”Buyrun Serap Hanım” dedim. Binip yanıma oturuken ”tekrar merhaba” dedi. Elim direksiyonda olacağı için elini uzatmadı tabi. ”Merhaba” dedim gülümseyerek. ”Kusura bakma arabada oturarak buyrun demek hoş değildi ama malum trafik yoğun inecek kadar durmak bile zor” dedim. ”Yok canım inilmez burda zaten, ben o zarifliğinizi biliyorum merak etmeyin” dedi. Omzunda çantası vardı sadece. Bugün izinli olduğu için klasör taşımıyordu dünkü gibi. Yol boyu arada bir bembeyaz pürüzsüz bacaklarına bakıyordum. Gerçekten çok etkilenmiştim. Göğüsleri biraz daha kapalıydı bugün ama elbisesinin altından yuvarlak hatları belli oluyordu. Arabada sohbet ederken yüzüme sık sık gülümseyerek bakıyordu. Bu hoşuma gitmişti. Serap’tan çok hızlı şekilde etkilenmiştim. Yaptığım esprilerden bir kaç kez küçük kahkaha attı kendini tutamayıp. Eliyle ağzını kapatıyordu fazla gülünce. O an dudaklarına yapışasım gelmişti…

Daireye çıktığımızda odaları gezdirdim. Evin güzel olduğunu söyledi. Sonra oturduk mutfakta. Salonun klimasını girer girmez açtığım için buraya serinlik geliyordu. Bana bir fiyat çıkardı otururken. Ama ben hesaplarıyla değil daha çok hareketleriyle ilgileniyordum serap’ın. Fiyatı kabul ettiğime dair elimi uzattım gülerek. O da uzattı masada otururken. Tokalaştık. Biraz geç bırakmıştım yumuşacık ellerini avcuma aldığımda. Dünkü gibi o da çekmek için harekette bulunmadı yine. Bu bana umut verdi ilişkimiz için. ”vaktin varsa kahve içer misin diycem ama inan beceremem yapmayı” dedim. Güldü. ”Vaktim var biraz sorun değil ben yapayım o zaman” dedi. Ben kahveyi çıkarmak için ayağa kalkınca o da kalktı. Kaynanam yaparken arkasından onu izlediğim için yerini biliyordum. Kahve kavanozunu çıkarıp tezgaha bıraktım. Hemen yanımdaydı. Fincanları ve cezveyi de çıkardım. Cezveyi alırken yine eli elime sürttü. Her dokunuşunda tutup bırakmamak istiyordum, öyle bi istek vardı serap’a karşı bende. Acaba o da istiyor muydu bu şekilde??

O kahveyi yapmaya başlayınca kaynanama yaptığım gibi arkasına geçip değdirmedim tabi ki. Masaya oturup arkasından izledim. Yuvarlak kalçaları elbisesinin altında sağa sola sallanıyordu hareket ettikçe. Kalçaları küçük te değildi büyük te değildi. Vücuduyla orantılı ama çıkık ve yuvarlaktı. Şimdi bu kalçlaların arasına sikimi koysaydım zevkten delirirdim diye düşündüm. Ya da avuçlayıp okşasaydım. Götüne baktığımı biliyor ve salınıyordu. Kahveleri fincanlara koyup bıraktı masaya. Bir yudum aldım ”çok güzel yapmışsın ellerine sağlık” dedim. Bir anda hitap şeklimi sen şeklinde çevirivermiştim. O da ”afiyet olsun beğendiğine sevindim dedi” İşte buna kahveden daha çok bayılmıştım. O da sen diye hitap etmişti siz yerine.
Kahve ile sohbetimize devam ediyorduk. Buzdolabından su almak için ayağa kalkınca sikim de benimle birlikte önümde gidiyordu. Keten pantolon değil de kot giyseydim keşke bugün dedim. Ne tepki vereceğini bilmiyordum çünkü. Ama göz ucuyla sikime bir an baktığını gördüm. Suyu masadaki bardağa koydum şişeden. ”teşekkür ederim” dedi. Ben de kendime doldurup içtikten sonra yine sohbete daldık. Kendimizden bahseder olmuştuk. Çocuklardan konuştuk. Bi ara eşinden bahsetti. Eşi benimle yaşıt. Ama Hollanda da başka karısını olduğunu düşünüyor. Oğlunu 2 sene önceki haliyle eşinin resmine baktım. Eşi göbekli kel, benimle yaşıt olmasına rağmen babam gibi gözüken bir adam. Serap onu seviyor ve değer veriyormuş ama ilişkisini farkedince gözünde pek değeri kalmamış haliyle. Bana söylediği bu ama bence beğenmiyordu da. Zaten ailelerin isteğiyle köyde evlenmişler. Görücü usulü gibi birşey yani. Ben de Ervayı ve annesini gösterdim görmek için ısrar edince. ”eşin çok güzel bi kadınmış” dedi. Ne diyeceğimi bilemedim o an. Evet doğru söylüyorsun güzeldir diyemezsin. Hayır ben beğenmiyorum desem hiç inandırıcı değil ve böyle bi yalan beni zaten rahatsız eder. Onun için hemen lafı değiştirdim. Telefonlarımızdan bir kç gösterdiğimiz resimlere bakarken sürekli ellerimiz parmaklarımı dokunuyordu. Hiçbirinde de elini çekmeye çalışmadı. Nerdeyse ordan burdan bir saat kadar mutfak masasında sohbet ettil. Bana her bakışında direk gözlerimin içine bakıyordu. Bir ara yine ellerimiz masadayken elini elimin altın aldım ve avcumda tuttum. Öylece ellerimize baktı, sustu. Sonra bana baktı yine birşey demedi. Ben avcumda tutuyor ama kıpırdatmıyordum. Sonra yavaşça elimde elini okşar gibi sıkıp bırakmaya başladım. Sessizlik ve bakışma.. Sonra yüzünü yine ellerimize çevirip, ”bu yaptığımız doğru olur mu ki” dedi. Bu cümle dünyada duyduğum en güzel cümle gibi geldi o an bana. Hem benden hoşlandığının, hem böyle bi ilişki yaşamadığının, beni sadece müşteri olarak görmediğinin itirafıydı aslında. Öyle deyince dayanamadım iki elimle tuttum masadaki elini
-Bilmiyorum Serap. Tek bildiğim şu ki dünden beri bir an bile aklımdan gitmediğin
Yüzüme bakamadı bu sefer. Ellerini avuçlarımda oynatıyordu. Yani o da benim avuçlarımı okşuyordu. Öylece biraz daha sustuk
-Bende de öyle oldu aslında ama….
-Amasını boşver o zaman ne olur. Hatta bişey demek zorunda da değilsin. Bırak duygularını yaşa
-Ama İlyas sonra çok üzülmekten korkuyorum
-Çok üzülmeyi bırak seni bir anlık üzeceğimi düşünseydim şu an elini tutmazdım. Duygularına bırak kendini, güven bana

Elini tutup kaldırdım dudaklarıma doğru götürecektim yavaşça çekti elini.
-Bilmiyorum süre ver bana biraz. Aslında buraya gelirken az çok tahmin ediyordum. Vazgeçtim hatta bi ara akşam. Ama sabah tekrar fikir değiştirip gelmeye karar verdim
-Fikrini değiştirmene sebep ne oldu serap
-Şu an onu söyleyemem. Aslında hiçbişeyden emin değilim.
-Tamam hiç bişey sormuyorum o zaman sana. Ama ne olur duygularına ket vurma. Eğer duyguların bana yaklaşmamanı söylüyorsa o ayrı. O zaman yaklaşma zaten.
-Kalksam iyi olacak artık ben. Bir saati geçti geleli
-Tamam nasıl istersen. Bırakayım seni ben istediğin yere
-Ben burdan binerim zahmet etme sen
-Seni benim bırakmam yerine kendin gitmen benim için zahmet olur
Gülümsedi. ”Nezaketi de elden bırakma sakın” dedi ayağa kalkarken. ”Prenses gibisin. İnsan kaba bile olsa nazikleşir otomatik olarak senin karşında” dedim.
-Çok fazla iltifat etmiyor musun ?
-Evet sonuçta ilfitat ama inan hissetmediğim bir harfi bile söylemiyorum sana ,
dedim ben de kalkarken. Kapıya kadar yürüdük Ayakakkabımı düzeltmek için eğildiğimde diğer elimi tutuverdi. Ben de şaşırdım ve doğruldum. İki eliyle sol elimi tutarak bana bakıyordu öylece, sadece gözlerime.
-İlyas senden çok hızlı bi şeklide hoşlanmasam iş gereği de olsa buraya gelmezdim bunu bil
-Aynısı ben de kendi kendime söyledim. Bundan eminim Serap
-Gerçekten mi. Böyle mi düşündün hakkımda?
Sağ elimi de ellerimizin üzerine getirdim. Şimdi elleri avuçlarımdaydı. Sıkı sıkı tuttum
-Evet meleğim, aynen böyle düşündüm…
Bir an başını göğsüme dayadı. Ellerimizi de göğsümün yanına koymuştu. Tek elimi çektim saçlarını okşadım. Sonra başını kaldırıp yüzünü yüzüme çevirdi. O an dudaklarıyla aramızda çok az mesafe kalmıştı. İki elimle iki yüzünü tutup dudaklarına dudaklarımı yaklaştırdım. Hafif değdirdiğim zaman dudaklarının titrediğini hissettim. Sonra yavaş yavaş öpüşmeye başladık. Öpüp öpüp bırakıyordum önce ben. Ama o ben böyle yaptıkça o dilini dilime değdirerek, dudaklarımı emerek, yalayarak öpmeye başladı. Ben de bu yalayış ve emişlerine anında karşılık verdim. Ellerimi saçlarından beline doğru indirdim. O da ellerini başımın arkasına atmış saçlarımın arasında gezdiriyordu öpüşürken. Öpüştükçe hafiften inlemeye başladı. Elimi belinden kalçalarına attım. Ama sadece elimi kalçasına tutuyor hareket ettirmiyordum. O dudaklarımı ateşli ateşli yer gibi emip yalamaya başladı. Ellerini enseme indiriyor saçlarımın arasın sokuyor kendine bastırıyordu yüzümü. Bu arada keten pantolondan fırlayacak gibi uzamış olan sikim elbisenin üzerinden bacaklarının arasına girmiş, çoktan amının üzerinde baskı yapıyordu bile. Sikimi bacaklarını arasında tutmak ister gibi bacaklarını kapatıp açıyor, elimin altındaki kalçlarını açıp kapıyordu. Kalçalarını avuçladım iki elimle. O an muradıma ermiş hissettim kendimi. Bu tatlı kalçaları sabah avuçlayabileceğimi söyleseler inanmazdım. Avuçladığı kalçaları elleyerek yoğurarak sikime doğru bastırıp kendime d yadım iyice. Sikimi amının arasına almak ister gibi bacaklarını aralıyordu. Yüzümü öpmeye başladı arzuyla, resmen yalıyordu yüzümü öperken. Kulaklarıma geldi yalayarak. ”Ohh İlyasssss, ne yaptın bana böyle, seni ilk gördüğüm anda istemiştim şu an teslim aldın beni” dedi inleyerek. ”Ohh serap. Ben farklı mıyım sanki. Daha sohbetimizin 10. dakikasında dudaklarına yapışıp kalçalarını avuçlayıp seni vücuduma yaslamak istedim bebeğim” dedim kısık sesle kavrulur gibi. ”ama yanlış yapıyoruz İlyas yapmamalıyız” diyor ama söylediğinin tam tersi hareket ederek amını sikime iyice bastırıyor ve deli çıldırmış gibi dudaklarımı öpüyor dilimi emiyordu….
Artık dayanamadım. Kalçalarını tuttuğum ellerimle havaya kaldırıp belime bacaklarını dolayıp duvara dayadım. Elbisesi iyice sıyrılmış, bacaklarını sımsıkı belime sarmıştı. Götü çıplak vaziyette ellerimdeydi şimdi. Dudaklarını yer gibi emerken demir gibi olmuş sikimi amına dayamıştım. Küçücük ve incecik külotunun üzerinden sikimi amına almak ister gibi kendini bana bastırıyordu. Kalçalarını sağa sola oynatıyordu. Kulağıma geldi yalayarak. ”ahhh İlyas hadi” dedi…

Kucağımda tuttuğum gibi yatak odasına getirdim. Ben yürürken dudaklarımı emiyor kalçalarını indirip kaldırıyordu kucağımda. O an ne kadar hafif diye aklımdan geçirdim. Eşimden sonra hele ki kaynanamdan sonra nerdeyse tüy gibiydi. Yatağın kenarına getirip yavaçşa sırtüstü yatırdım. Bacaklarını dizlerinden kırarak yatmıştı. Elbisesi karnına kadar açılmıştı. Atlındaki siyah slip külotunu yanlarından çekip aldım yavaşça ve amına yumuldum dudaklarımla. İki elimle kalçalarını kenarlarından tutup amının önce dudaklarını sonra dilini yalamaya başladım. Bacaklarını iyice karnına çekti ve ”ilyasssssss” diye bağırdı zevkten. İki eliyle yine saçlarımdan tutup amına başımı iyice bastırmaya çalışıyordu. Amının içine dilimi sokup çıkarmaya başladım kalçalarından sıkı sıkı tutup. Amının içini dışını hızlı hızlı yalıyordum emerek. Zevkten amını açıp kapatıyor ve bağırıyordu serap. ”Erkeğimmmm gir içime dayanamıyorummmmm” dedi ve elleriyle tuttuğu başımı kendine çekmeye çalıştı. Amını alamayı bıraktım. Dizlerimin üzerine dikilip sikimi fermuarın arasından çıkardım ve üzerine uzandım. Direk dudaklarını ağzıma aldığımda alttan eliyle sikimi tuttu. Ohhhh dedi tuttuğu anda. Çünkü dünden beri kotun ve pantolonumun üzerinden yan gözle baktığı koca yarağım şimdi elindeydi. Amının dudaklarının üzerine getirdi. İyice yalayarak ıslattığım am dudaklarının arasından kaydırdım sikimi içine. Yavaş yavaş sokup çıkarıyordum çünkü amı çok dardı. Uzun zamandır sikilmediğini anlamak çok zor değildi. Henüz sikimi yarısına kadar sokup çıkarıyordum. Amı daracık, sıcacık ve ıpıslaktı. ”ilyassssss, aşkımmmmm, erkeğimmmmmm” diye altımda inliyordu şimdi serabım. ”Serabımmmmmm, sevgilimmmmmmmmmm sana aşığım” diyerek sikimi sokup çıkarışlarımı hızlandırdım. ”sok erkeğim sikini , iyice sokkkkk ” dedi. Elleri sırtımı kaşıyor tırmalıyordu ben siktikçe. Dibine kadar soktum sikimi ve öylece bekledim biraz. ”ohhhhhhhhhhh bu ne ne güzel bi sik böyle, ne güzel sikiyosun beni” dedi. Elbisesinin üzerinden içine kalan göğülerini öpmeye emmeye başladım. Göğsünün açık yerlerinden göğüs aralarını yalıyordum. İki elimle göğüslerini tutup okşuyordum sikerken. Göğüslerine bayılıyordum serap’ın. içinden çıktımç yine dizlerimin üzerinde doğruldum. Onun da ellerinden tutup doğrulttum. Ne yapmak istediğimi anlayınca kollarını havaya kaldırdı.Elbisesini başını üzerinden çekip çıkardım. Şimdi siyah külotu ve syah dantelli sütyeniyle çıplak vaziyette karşımdaydı. Çok güzel vücudu vardı o an resmen aşık olduğumu hissettim. Ellerini hızlı bir şekilde sırtındda birleştirip sütyenini kopcalarından serbest bıraktı. Ben çıkardım aldım. Göğüsleri çok güzeldi. Orta büyüklükte ama sert ve dolgun. Bembeyaz yusyuvarlak göğüslerinde kahverengi meme uçları dikilmiş harika görünüyordu. Hemen yatırıp göğüslerine yumuldum. Bacaklarını havaya kaldırıp iyice iki yana ayırmıştı. Hafif kalçamı kaldırıp sikimi kaydırdım tekrar daracık amına. Hem sikimi amının dibine kadar sokup çıkarıyor hem göğüslerini iki elimle avuçlayarak deli gibi uçlarını emiyor her tarafını yalıyordum. ”ohhhh ilyasımmmmm bırakma sevgilim beniiiiiii” deyip kollarını boynuma doladı sımsıkı sardı. Göğüslerini bırakıp dudaklarına yumuldum böyle deyince. Bir taraftan da şaplata şaplata sikmeye devam ediyordum. İki elimle yüzünü tutup dudaklarını öperken ” asla bırakmam sevgilim, bırakamam serap, aşkım benimmmmmmm” deyip ben de ellerimi beline doladım alttan. Şimdi ikimiz de sımsıkı sarılmış sikişiyorduk serabımla. Sikimi amının dibine kadar hızlı hızlı sokup çıkarmaya başlayınca ”ilyas geliyorum sevgilimmmmmmm” deyip titremeye başladı serap. Beni öyle bir sıkmıştı ki boşalırken…. Ben de onu sımsıkı sardım ve baoşalmalarının bitmesi için öylece sikmeye devam ettim. Sonra kollarımda yavaş yavaş gevşedi. Ben yavaş yavaş sikimi sokup çıkarmaya devam ediyordum ağırlığımı daha çok bacak arasına dayadığım bacaklarıma vererek. Yüzüme tatlı tatlı bakıyordu şimdi. İki yanağımdan iki eliyle tuttu ve dudaklarımı yavaş hareketlerle sevişerek öpmeye başladı.
– İlyasım erkeğim oldun sevgilim
-Memnun musun aşkım?
-Çok memnunum. Sonunu düşünmeden memnunum.
-Sonu başı yok ,sen beni hayatında istediğin sürece yanındaymı serabım, sevgilimmmmm

Bu arada yavaş hareketlerle hala amına girip çıkıyordum bu konuşmaları yaparken. Konuşmalaramızın arasında da öpüşüyorduk.
-Offff İlyas. Hayatımdasın ve hayatımda kalacaksın. Eşimden sonra bana dokunan ilk erkeksin
-Aşkımmmm benim. Son Erkeğin olacağım. Seni ben sevip sikeceğim hep
-İlyasımmmmmm
Dudaklarını öpüşümü hızlandırmış emip yalamaya başlamıştım. ”ben de geliyorum sevgilimmm” dedim ve son anda sikimi göbeğine çıkarıp bastıra bastıra boşalmaya başladım. Titremelerim geçince yanına uzandım. Göğsüme başını aldım. Dudaklarını bana çevirdi ve öpüşüp koklaşıyorduk. Bacaklarını yan yatıp belime dolamıştı. Elimi götüne attım okşuyordum. Göt yanaklarını okşuyor götünün arasını okşuyor amını parmaklıyordum. Yüzüme tatlı tatlı bakıyordu dudaklarımız emişirken

-Seni seviyorum İlyas
-Ben de seni seviyorum Serabım…

Duşta da seviştik yarım saat o gün. Birer defa da duşun altında boşaldık. Ben serabımı istediği yere bıraktığımda saat 13 30 idi. Dükkana gelirken düşünüyordum arabada. Al bakalım İlyas Efendi 3 tane karın oldu. Hepsine de ayrı ayrı aşıksın. Şimdi acaba bu iyi birşey mi yoksa kötü birşey mi onu da bilmiyordum. Maymun iştahlı mıyım acaba dedim. Hayır. Karılarımın hiçbirini bırakamazdım üçünü de çok seviyordum. Seraba ayrı bi aşık olmuştum. Eğer Onunla olamasaydım çok üzülürdüm. Telefonumda serhat diye kayıtlıydı. Telefonumu karıştırcak hiç kimse yoktu eşim asla öyle bişey yapmazdı. benden şüphelense bile telefonumu karıştıracak biri değildi. Ama bir anda mesaj veya telefon gelince ekranda serap yazmasını istemezdim tabi…
İnnamıyorum sana ilyas Efendi diyordum. Ben kendimle çok konuşurum ama içimden tabi. Ulan kaynananın evinde ,kaynananın yatağında siktin sevgilini. Hem de aşık olduğun sikiştiğin kadının yatağında, odasında. Daha eşim eve gelmeden iki karımı da sikivermiştim yeni evde. Offff Serabımmmmmmm sevda ateşimmmm. Nasıl yaktın bir günde hatta bir anda beni. Aşkımmmmmmm……………………………………………………….

Bir cigara içimi…

İlk kere:
Orgazm sigaralarını yakmış birbirimize dokunmadan yatarken “bu duyulursa rezalet olur” diye düşünüyordum. Haftalardır saçma sapan bahanelerle birbirimizi aramalar, göz göre göre kuytu köşelerde öğle yemekleri, onun eşinden şikayetleri ve benden öğüt isterken yaptığı çaresizlik numaraları ve benim “hayat bir kere yaşanır hayatım” söylemim semeresini vermiş ve yarım saatlik son derece sıradan bir seksle noktalanmıştı. Balık eti kıvamındaki vücudu, dolgun memeleri ve yusyuvarlak götünden çok sikilirken de yıllardır aile toplantılarında ve yemeklerde gözlediğim ukalalığının devam edip etmeyeceğini merak etmiştim.

Etmiyordu… Sikilirken kedi gibiydi Nurhan. Mırıl mırıl orgazm olmuş ve bayağı tırmalamıştı.

“Şimdi bunu Semayla Hasan bilseler nolur?” deyiverdi. “Delirme” dedim “Benimki bir bok yapamaz son olaylardan sonra ama seninki ikimizi de siker valla” Geçen aylarda başımdan geçenleri çok yüzeysel haliyle Semanın eski iffetsizlikleri boyutundan ibaret haliyle biliyordu ve kim olsa o kadar yıllık karısını o kadar yıldır tanıdığı adam sikerse kızar tabii diye geçirdim içimden. “Bunlar eski arkadaştı bir bok yapmışlar mıdır sence?” derken gözlerinde fantazi ışıkları parlıyordu. “Kesin yapmışlardır” diye uydum isteğine. “Senin kocan benim karımı çatır çatır sikmiştir kesin, ben de o zamanın intikamını alıyorum zaten” dedim gülerek. Kıkırdayıp koynuma sokuldu.

İkinci buluşma:
İlki olağan gelen seks düzelme eğiliminde. Yuvarlak götünü biraz yalayınca sikilmeye uygun hale geldi, kökleyince de hoşuna gittiğini gördüm. “Seninki sikmez mi bu güzel götü” soruma “Ben vermiyorum kıymetini bil” diye kırıttı. Acıtmamaya özen göstererek gidip gelirken yavaş yavaş elimle amcığını okşuyor olmam orgazmını çabuklaştırdı ama bu sefer mırıldanması bir çığlıktı.

Arabada:
Sevişeceğimiz otele giderken aynı arabada gitme tedbirsizliği bambaşka bir sonuç doğurdu. Güpegündüz otoyolda sikimi ağzına aldı ve getirene kadar deli gibi emdi. Yutamadığı kısmını kağıt mendile tükürürken “bak etrafı da batırmadım” dedi. “Kaza da yaptırmadım”… “O orospu karın yapabiliyor mu böyle?” “İbne kocana sor” deyiverdim. Kahkahası fazla yapay ve bilmişti. Huylandım aniden.

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Arabada ağzında patlatınca kafama üşüşen fikirler sikimin kalkmasını geciktirince hanımefendi yüzünü buruşturdu. Mecburen konsantre oldum, yüzünü görürsem yine aklıma fikirler gelecek diye domaltıp sikerken aklımda karım Semayı sikmek vardı. Boşalırken kasılan amcığı sikimi eldiven gibi sarmıştı ve amını dölleyip üstüne yıkıldığımda aklımda bir tek soru vardı. “Sence hakikaten yapmışlar mıdır?” “Aşkım takma kafanı” dediği anda kafama dank etti, söylemeye çalıştığı bir şey vardı. Üstünden yuvarlanıp yanına uzandım ve bütün iyiliğimle anlatmasını rica ettim.

Anlattı.

Semanın geçmişindeki olayları kısmen paylaştığımda onun da bunları eşiyle paylaşmasını normal karşılamıştım. Hasan “hayret” demiş “o kadar yıldır tanırım hiç bilmiyordum bu yönünü o kızın” Nurhan uyanık tabii, başka ne yönünü biliyordun diye zorlayınca da Hasan üniversite yıllarında kısa bir süre çıktıklarını ama ileri gitmediklerini filan anlatmış. Üst tarafları çıkartıp yiyişmişler seks yapmadan. Bunun üzerine Nurhan eşimle bir toplantı düzenlemiş , gündem ise eşimin eşiyle olan geçmişinin irdelenmesi ama tabii akıllı Nurhan eşinin söylediklerini nakletmemiş. Sadece Semanın yüzüne bakıp “Ben Hasanla seni biliyorum hayatım, geçmiş nasılsa artık” demesi eşlerimizin evlenmeden önce 3 ay boyunca akla gelebilecek her yerde ve her türlü sikiştiklerini öğrenmesini sağlamış ama bizim sevişiyor olmamızın bu konuyla elbette bir ilgisi yokmuş. İnanmış göründüm ve bu hikaye uyardığı için fazla konuşmasına izin vermeden bir daha siktim.

“Peki sence hala sikişiyorlar mıdır?” “Sanmam” dedi “olsa ben anlarım Hasan yüzüne gözüne bulaştırır, belli eder”. Giyinirken benimki asla çaktırmazdı diye düşündüm.

Bir tesadüf:
Lüks alışveriş merkezinin önündeki mekanda Semayla yemek yiyoruz, şarap güzel gece serin. Nurhan “basıldınız” diyor. Hasan “naber birader” diye üstüme gelirken ürperiyorum. İki yeni servis geliyor yeni bir şarap açıldı. Sema gergin mi? Ben tedirginliğimi belli ediyor muyum? Hasan neden o kadar dikkatle bakıyor Semanın memelerine ve Nurhan ne yapmaya çalışıyor durmadan Semanın bardağını tazeleyerek. Kendimi şaraba veriyorum. Ayrılırken birbirimizi fazla samimi bir şekilde mi öptük? Emin değilim sabah işe baş ağrısıyla gidiyorum. Telefonda Nurhan’ın mesajı var. “Beklenmedik şeylere hazır ol :)”

Beklenmedik bir şey:
Nurhanların yazlığında ikimiziz. Dolgun memelerini morartıncaya kadar emmiş hırsımı alıncaya kadar daracık götünü sikmiştim. Nurhan canının yandığını göstermiş ama itiraz etmemişti. Olacaklara razı gelmeye çalışırken heyecanlanıyor ve elimin altında o olduğu için aslında kabahatı olmayan Nurhanın canını yakıyordum. Beni burada buluşmaya ikna etmesi, beklenmedik şeylere hazır ol mesajı, geçen akşam içki masasındaki cinsel gerilim ve Hasanın karımı esk**en sikmiş olması bugün burada benden başka hepsinin çok severek katılacağı bir grup seks partisinin gerçekleşeceğini gösteriyordu. Eğer şimdi diğer ikisi kapıyı çalar da gelirse ne yapacağımı düşünmekten kızın canını çıkartmıştım. Hasan ve Sema birazdan yanımıza gelecekler, Hasan gözümün önünde karımı evire çevire sikecek, onun başka bir erkekle orgazm olurken çıkardığı sesleri duyacağım, o sırada belki de Nurhan karımın amını yalayacak ve benim elimle Hasanın sikini karımın götüne yerleştirmemi isteyecek.

Kapı çaldı… Gerçekten, inanılmaz bir şekilde ve inkar edilemeyecek bir kesinlikte kapı çalınca Nurhan fırladı gitti üstüne bir çarşaf bile sarmadan kapıyı açtı. Hasan ve Sema odaya girdiğinde orada olmamak için banyoya sakladım kendimi. Nurhan seslendi “Aşkım gelsene bak kim geldi”.

“Kimler geldi” değil “kim geldi”…

Yavaşça çıktım banyodan, belime doladığım havlu her şeyi kapamaya yetmeyecek kadar ufak ama zaten çırılçıplak olan Nurhan’ın yanındaki adamın da üstünde hiç bir şey yok. Ne çabuk mu soyundu ben mi geç çıktım sığınağımdan. Esmer uzun boylu genç adam yabancı değil, Nurhan’ın işe yaramadığını yüzüne asla vurmadığımız pilates derslerini veren adam. “Sana beklenmedik şeylere hazır ol demiştim aşkım, sen anlayışlı adamsın bu da benim fantazimdi işte” derken adını bile hatırlamadığım genç adam ikimizi de kucaklayacak şekilde kollarını açmıştı. “Haydi birlikte yapalım o zaman şıllık karı” deyip adamın taş gibi kalkmış sikinin önünde diz çökerken asıl beklenmedik şeyin Nurhan’ın başına geldiğini düşünüyordum…

Ah Michelle, one of my absolute favorites. When I met Michelle, I was 48, and she a mere 33. She was introduced to me by a mutual friend. Michelle lived about 30 miles away, which ultimately was one of the several reasons that it didn’t work out in the end. 

The back story is – a female friend reached out to me one day and said, “Hey, not sure if you’re in the market, but I have a friend who recently split with her husband, no kids, young and fun and awesome.” 

She sent me a pic and I was blown away.

“YES!!!” was how I responded, or something to that effect. She was gorgeous, a 9.5 out of 10 on the pretty scale. Had to be too good to be true.

We met for brunch (not lunch) in a town equidistant from each of us. She was very recently separated and didn’t want to be seen on a date just yet. Her marriage failed when she discovered that her husband had lied about their finances and had basically built a financial house of cards that came crashing down. They lived high on the hog, but it was all borrowed money, because the business he started and claimed to be highly successful was anything but, but he was desperate to not lose his wife, who he clearly didn’t deserve.

To say we hit it off is an understatement. Two hours at brunch flew by, and we spent the afternoon walking around town, shopping, talking, laughing, and thoroughly enjoying each other. At one point I pulled her into a doorway of a closed downtown business and kissed her, and she returned the kiss with fervor. The compatibility was undeniable. We ended up spending the whole day together, finishing with dinner and a movie, and lots more kissing, and roaming hands. The goodbye was hard because I really wanted to spend the night with her.

She lived with her parents while trying to get back on her feet. She came to me the following weekend, and after some more kissing, she explained that she has several medical problems, some yet to be definitively diagnosed. Multiple food allergies, and trouble sleeping through the night without getting up to vomit. Of course my first thought was anorexia or bulimia, but she ate very well when we were together, and there was no throwing up right after eating. She had a healthy appetite, just couldn’t keep it all down overnight. Strange. All this to say, she was very worried about diseases, and as much as she was ready as can be to sleep with me, she insisted that I get tested for STDs first.

I think everyone’s first feeling about such a question is – how dare you!?!? What kind of person do you think I am!?!? And of course this was my first thought, but then I thought about my last few years and thought – yeah, probably not a bad idea. 

Not knowing how long these tests take, I made the first available appointment Monday gorukle escort at a local lab. I gave blood, I gave a urine sample, I gave a semen sample, hell I would have given an ear wax sample if they asked, anything to get me in Michelle’s pants as soon as possible. They told me a week to 10 days for full results. 

Michelle came up during the week that week, and we were kissing on the couch. Our hands were roaming, and she was rubbing my dick through my pants. She then straddled me, and I pulled her top off and unhooked her bra. Michelle was of average height, but due to her illness(es) she was very thin. But her tits were magnificent. A C-cup+ with unbelievably small but hard nipples, like pea gravel. 

She was wearing a miniskirt, pantie-less, and I moved her onto the couch next to me and fingered her while I sucked on her tits. She was tight as can be – no kids and probably no sex for a while – and she had a large clit that I could practically grab onto. She was coming on my hand in no time, biting my lower lip painfully as she did so.

Without so much as 30 seconds gone by after she came, she said, “I have to see your dick. It feels so big.”

She worked it out of my pants, and I could tell she wanted to suck it and fuck it, but she behaved. She stroked me with a purpose however, and although I’d never been much for hand jobs, before long she had me squirting all over myself. She giggled at this sight, and it was such a great and genuine laugh. We kissed while she cleaned up our cum with a throw blanket, and she promised there was more where that came from.

The following week, Michelle was away on a week’s vacation with her family, and the week after that, I was scheduled to have some surgery. In the meantime, my test results came back – all clear – but the sex Gods had conspired against us, because after my surgery, I was in bed and instructed to stay there for a week, with no strenuous activity, including sex, for two weeks.

Michelle came to visit on the third day, and was sitting on my bed with me. My sister, who had been there caring for me for the first two days, had left, so Michelle brought me lunch, and then I took my first shower in three days. 

After my shower, I was back in bed, wearing just a pair of workout shorts. I told her about the test results – clean as a whistle! I also mentioned the vasectomy, which pleased her as well, because, in addition to being allergic to latex, she said, “I love the feel of skin on skin inside me.”

Of course she knew that I was under a “no strenuous activity” order, but her hand, and mouth, ultimately found my cock, which had been hard since I stepped out of the shower. Her skills were exquisite, the perfect combination of hand and mouth, tenderness altıparmak eskort bayan and aggression, tongue and lips. 

At one point she grabbed my hand and put it on the back of her head, a clear sign that she wanted me to take a dominant role. I pushed her mouth down on my cock and she took it all the way, effortlessly. Using both hands on her head now, I forced the action – depth and pace, forceful but not violent, and before long I was grunting and coming in her mouth. I didn’t give her a warning, as I had a feeling she’d be fine without one, and she was. 

After she drained me, she let my cock fall from her lips and said, “Wow, that’s a lot of cum,” as casually as if she were commenting on how much food she was being served in a restaurant.

Michelle spent the night with me, and we woke up feeling ornery again. This time though, she was not to be denied. Doctor’s orders be damned, she stroked my cock to its full hardness, and I reached under her nightshirt to finger her soaked pussy.

Without warning she mounted me. She lined up her pussy over my cock and sunk slowly onto it. I was lying dead still – afraid to move under doctor’s orders, but never once did I consider denying her, or myself. It just felt so good, the tightest pussy I had been in since babysitter Linda years before. 

I just laid there, my hands clasped behind my head, and watched this blond beauty have her way with me. She was trying to be careful to protect me, and I was doing my best to take it easy too, and the agony of going slow, when we both really wanted to fuck like bunnies, was killing us. It being our first time, we would have done it much differently under normal circumstances, but we had to take it slow. It was so damn hot.

Finally, much like the ultra-submissive Chrissy had done, Michelle asked, “Can I, please, can I come?”

I don’t normally come myself in this cowgirl position, but she was so tight, and I was so turned on that I was right there with her. I said, “Yes, come on my cock, I’m going to come too.”

She said, “Thank you, oh fuck, I’m coming” and sat all the way down on me, prompting my own load to spring from my dick and deep up inside of her.

She said, “I can feel you throbbing inside me” which didn’t surprise me given how tight she was. It was as intense an orgasm as I’ve had in a long, long time.

Fortunately no stitches popped and I was no worse for the wear. Michelle went home but returned two days later. I still hadn’t eaten her pussy, so before she mounted me again I had her sit on my face. I sucked that big clit into my mouth and bit down on it, and she went nuts. She spun around into a 69 position, which was fine with me, and deep throated my cock nilüfer eskort bayan while I buried my tongue in and out of her slippery cunt. She came again, and I returned the favor, spurting my load into her mouth a second time.

A few days later the doctor gave me the all clear. Michelle was happy to hear this – she was ready to fuck for real. It was a Friday night, and we went out for dinner first, but that was a bad move because she got sick from her meal – probably an allergen that wasn’t accounted for, and she spent the night throwing up and being restless. 

I woke the next morning to a perky Michelle, who brought coffee to the bedroom and then jumped in my shower. 

The look on her face was different when she came out. The bubbly perkiness was gone, replaced by a hungry woman on a mission. 

Dropping her towel as she walked toward the bed, she climbed up on me and, like the last time, she climbed right onto my face and dropped her bare mound right onto my mouth. I could see her huge clit coming at me like a 3D movie. She ground her pussy on my face for just a minute or two, just to get warmed up. Then she slid back and sunk down on my cock to the hilt.

This was not going to be a gentle ride like the first time. She was intent on fucking me until I was spent, and she was off to a good start. Up and down she went, alternating between laying on me with her tits in my face, and sitting up with her tits in my hands. At one point she squatted over me and rode me like a catcher, then pulled me up to her so we were face to face in the sitting position. 

Michelle was an orgasm machine. That fat clit must have been getting sore. I went to roll her over onto her back, but she had other plans. 

She got on her hands and knees and said, “Please fuck me from behind.”  

As I was lining her up, she said, “I’m not into any anal play,” and I thought “OK, good to know” and proceeded to fuck her from behind.

Michelle’s ass was not her best feature.  I love me a nice round ass, but Michelle, being so thin, had a real boney ass and very thin hips, so it was hard to get a good grip and really pound away. But whatever I was doing was good enough, she came a few more times, vocally, and with a final thrust I sent my load into her again.

We went back to sleep for a bit, and I woke up with her sucking me back to life, then I fucked her missionary for another load. We spent the weekend in bed draining each other.

Michelle and I were together about five months. She had gotten her own townhouse in her town, and we spent weekends there on occasion. Things got tough though, for a few reasons.

First, she had no kids, so she didn’t understand or appreciate that even when my kids were with my ex, I wanted to go to their games or events and watch them, so it interrupted our weekends together. Secondly, she was sick a lot. Eventually she went to a health clinic in the Midwest and was there for several months. She broke it off before she left, out of kindness to me I think. By the time she got back, I had moved on.