“Um, hello?” Ethan opened the door to see a petite brunette with a small suitcase standing on the front porch. She looked slightly familiar.

She smiled up at him. “Hi, Ethan!” She waited and he continued to stare at her. “You don’t know who I am,” she said with a laugh. “You ought to be more careful with your invites, you never know when someone is just going to show up.”

“Heather?” Ethan blinked. She was so much cuter in person than the picture she had posted online. She had light freckles across her face and arms, she wore a tank top and worn jeans that fit her like a glove.

She smiled again. “Yep! Can I come in?”

“Um, sure…” He stepped back to allow her in and frantically tried to remember if he had said anything about his appearance that might not quite be true. Glasses, blonde hair, he worked out… Most of that was true, he thought grimly and wondered if he hide in his room for a few minutes to do push-ups and sit-ups right now if it would make it look like he did them everyday.

“So this is your place…”

Ethan took a good look at the living room of the house. He and two other bachelors who enjoyed video games and avoiding any real work lived here and it showed. Pizza boxes stacked on the coffee table. Empty beer bottles on the floor. Random clothing items tossed over the sofa and chairs. Ethan cringed.

“My room is much better,” he offered.

“Good! That’s what I’m here for anyways.”

Ethan leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling faint. She really was here for what she promised.

They all played a massive multi player online role playing game. Heather was Lady Coritha in their little guild. She was funny and dependable and a bright spot in the testosterone filled game, especially when it came to grinding out experience and levels for hours on end. Awhile back during a long wait in one of the online dungeons, the talk had turned to sex. How neither of them were getting any even though she was married, his single status was more understandable. And how she really liked sex. It was a shame that her husband didn’t appreciate her as a nymph. Ethan has said he’d never take her for granted. She should come over for a weekend and he’d show her. And here she was.

“Are you okay?” She had set her suitcase down and turned to look at him.

“Uh yeah,” he said. He was afraid to blink and wake up from this dream. Because it had to be a dream. There was no way there was a gorgeous woman standing in front of him that wanted to have sex with him all weekend.

“Dude, who’s at the door?” a voice yelled from down the hall.

“Is that Todd? I recognize his voice from Teamspeak,” Heather said.

“Yeah,” he answered her, his voice squeaking. He cleared his throat and said loudly so Todd could hear him through the walls, “It’s Lady Cori… Heather from the game.”

Something fell over and crashed in the other room. A door creaked open and Todd joined them in the living room.

“Oh my god, Heather!” Todd pulled her into a tight hug, fully pressing her body to his. Ethan began to wonder what they had chatted about online.

She giggled and let herself be slightly groped by him. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

“I can’t believe you’re here. You are here to do what you said, right?”

That confirmed Ethan’s suspicions. He was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t going to have her all to himself. But some Heather was better than no Heather, he decided.

“Yep.” She looked from Todd to Ethan. “Should we work out a schedule or something? I have to leave Sunday night.” It was Friday, that gave them each at least a night.

“I want you first,” Todd growled and hugged her tightly again. Ethan looked at the other man, Todd always got what he wanted. He was taller and looked like gaziemir escort one of those fireman in the calendars women always drooled over. Todd actually did work out at the gym. He was between girlfriends a the moment because he was too lazy to keep up his side of the relationship. Ethan on the other hand was a typical geek and was shy around women.

Heather laughed lightly and pulled away. “I think Ethan called first dibs. Plus if I remember your guild schedule correctly, you have to work tonight.”

Todd groaned, his hands were still on her waist. Ethan was quietly pleased but with the look in Todd’s eyes, he worried his friend would call off work. Ethan vividly remembered his sexual chats online with her, he imagined Todd was having similar thoughts.

“Tomorrow,” she promised him and wiggled out of his grasp. “Your group is probably missing you.” She gave him a pointed look down the hallway.

“Oh shit, we’re in the Karacin desert too.” Todd looked concerned, torn between the game and the sexy nymph in his living room.

“Tomorrow,” she repeated and went to stand by Ethan. Out of character, he slipped his arm around her waist possessively. Todd seemed to get the hint and with one last longing look over Heather’s body, he bolted down the hall to his room and his waiting pissed off online teammates.

“So you were saying about your room?” She grinned up at him and he felt his cock jump at the sensual tone in her voice. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up.

************

“Much better,” she said as she stepped into his orderly bedroom. The mess downstairs was more Todd and their third roommate Bill’s fault. Ethan preferred to spend most of his non-working hours in here.

“Let me hop out of the game, I was just restocking a few things.” He had left his character in the middle of the town bazaar when the door bell had rung. He scanned over the screen, Todd’s character had sent him a bunch of tells, suggesting sexual acts Ethan should do to her. His face was red as he imagined them. If this was what Todd had been saying to her, Ethan really hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed in him.

She peeked over his shoulder before he could close out the window. “That Todd, he’s a nut.” Her breast brushed against his arm and he took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed and logged out of the game. Nervously he looked at her, his bed in his peripheral vision. “So how do you want to do this?” He wished he had a better line than that. It was so much easier to be witty when he was typing and not looking directly at the sexy woman.

“Like this.” She put her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He wasn’t very tall but she was short so she tiptoed a bit. Her body touched his and sent off a thousand nerves endings. She was so warm and soft and his for the night…

As they kissed, Ethan’s mind scrambled to remember their previous conversations. Was there something she didn’t like? Something that drove her wild? She has always been so agreeable with whatever he wanted to cyber. She seemed to like it all. The one thought that stuck out in his befuddled mind was when she had written how she’d like to push him back on his bed and ride him until she came. That one, he wanted her to do that one.

And to his other amazement, she did. She broke off the kiss and gently pushed

him to sit on his bed. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice was a low seductive whisper, “I can’t wait to do this.” Her hands went to the bottom edge of her tank top and teasing him, pulled it up to bare her flat stomach.

Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. His jeans were beginning to feel too tight.

Heather pulled the tank top off, shaking gelibolu escort her hair out. Ethan’s eyes were glued to the light blue satin bra covering her breasts. She kicked off her sandals and positioned her legs on either side of his. She slowly pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, on her hands and knees so she wasn’t touching him yet. Her mouth found his again, kissing him hungrily. His hands went to her bare waist, his fingers touching the band of her jeans. He wished they weren’t still on her. The soft satin of her bra brushed his chest briefly before she pulled up again and he wished it wasn’t in the way either. He then realized that he could undress her too, she wasn’t going to say no. There was no “going too far” with her that would cause her to get up and leave. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Frustrated he lost the tempo of their kissing.

She laughed and leaned back, her crotch on his thighs. Her weight on his body felt so good, he groaned. She reached back and with an expert flick of the wrist, her bra loosened around her breasts. Ethan watched wide eyed as it fell away revealing two round mounds on her chests with small pink nipples. He was normally an ass man but her breasts were so perfect and perky, he had to touch them. He cupped them and brushed his thumbs over the sensitive tips. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she moaned. The sound of her pleasure made his dick harden more.

“Mmm, I like that,” she murmured, her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick her lips. Her hands tugged his shirt up, Ethan flinched as his pasty white chest was shown the light of day. She didn’t notice or seem to care as she pressed her bare chest to his. Her lips found his again and his hands went to her back. He reached down further and held her ass through her jeans. With a little tug, her crotch was over his, his hard cock straining at the seams against her. They both groaned at the contact between clothing. Thinking of how good it would feel without the barrier between them, Ethan became more excited. And it was going to happen!

“Take your jeans off,” she ordered, moving to his side. He watched as she knelt and undid the button and zipper of her jeans, a pair of matching blue panties peeked at him. She wiggled them down to her knees before sitting back and pulling them off completely. Her bare thigh brushed his arm as she tossed the pants to the side of the bed. She looked at him expectantly, his thought process completely gone as he took in her body with his eyes.

“What? Do I have to do everything?” she teased and he realized she was waiting for him to undress. With pretend exasperation, she undid his belt and fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. His cock leaped out at her, more free to move in only boxers, before the zipper was completely down. She laughed, “At least he’s doing what I want.”

Ethan could only say, “uh yeah.” He sat up slightly and pulled his shirt over his head. He then stripped out of his jeans as quickly as he could. He hadn’t been this far with a girl in months. He knelt on the bed beside her and pulled her nearly naked body to his. Even as nervous as he was, he felt more comfortable with her than he ever had with any other first time with a new girl. Although if one counted all the cyber sex they had typed in the last weeks, this was barely their first time. Their lips met and he groaned as his cock pressed against her belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“I want you in me,” she said against his lips. “Now.”

“Okay.” He wasn’t going to deny her what she wanted. They fell back against the bed, her on top again. She shimmied down his body, her mouth kissing his chest and stomach. He sucked it in, wishing he had done a gemlik escort few more sit-ups. Her hands grasped the top of his boxers and pulled them down from his cock. It was one of the largest hard-ons he had ever had in his life. She mumbled her approval before her mouth went down on him.

“Oh god,” he groaned as she sucked him. This he hadn’t expected and her warm wet mouth on him was quickly driving him to the brink. He couldn’t remember any woman willingly going down on him before, his last girlfriend would but only with a lot of begging first. Heather seemed to be enjoying it as much as he did, humming in pleasure as she licked and kissed and sucked his cock. He struggled to keep control. But his mind refused to ask her to stop doing such wonderful things to him.

With one last long suck, she let him pop out of her mouth and grinning knelt over him again. She waited until his eyes focused on her and then slipped her panties down to reveal her bare pussy. She had written she shaved and he was so glad that every bit she had written about herself was coming true. She leaned over to her discarded jeans, looking for something in her pocket. He finally got a good view of her naked ass and it didn’t disappoint. Later, he hoped there was a later, he wanted to see more of her backside. Right now, he couldn’t think beyond getting inside her.

She produced a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper. Her concentrated look as she held the slippery condom made him think about what a good team member she always was. She thought of the details and made sure to do them correctly. And thank goodness, he didn’t have a condom in his room and did not want to go down to Todd’s for one.

“Are you ready?” She positioned the tip of the condom on his dick. With both hands, she unrolled it down him, the cool latex feeling quickly replaced with the gentle stroking of her hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed. He realized he hadn’t touched her at all between the legs. Was she ready? He wanted to find out…

“Good, me too,” she whispered, climbing back on top of him. She wasn’t going to give his fingers the pleasure of her pussy first. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she adjusted her position over him. Her hand reached back and guided his dick to her wet hole. He laid there, throbbing, still in disbelief that he was going to have sex with her.

The tip of his dick entered her and it was all he could do not to come on the spot. She put her hands on her chest and lowered herself on him, inch by sensational inch. He looked up at her, her eyes were closed and her mouth was soundlessly opened in a small O. Finally completely inside her, Ethan was too afraid to move, she shuddered and opened her eyes. The look of lust and desire in her eyes was something he hoped to never to forget.

“You feel so good,” she moaned. Her eyes closed again and she began moving up and down over him, using his cock to pleasure herself. He still couldn’t believe that she was doing this. He was fucking this gorgeous sexy woman. His hands went to her hips, his fingers holding her ass. She groaned and let him take the lead for a moment. His hips went up, trying to get in deeper if possible. She gasped and began riding him hard, almost completely out of control. It was all he could do to hold onto her as she moved up and down, grinding herself on him. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, I’m coming!”

He lost it. Her frantic moves sent him over the edge. She was still gasping and moaning as he came inside her, holding her hips down on his. He felt his cock explode and twitch as he kept coming, spurting his sperm into the condom. She collapsed against his chest, her face snuggled up against his neck. She made soft mewing sounds as she kept her legs tightly around his, keeping his softening cock inside her. His hands went up to her back and hugged her, not wanting to ever let go.

“That was so good,” she mumbled happily. Her breath tickled his neck and he shuddered, his dick throbbing inside her. She moaned and he thought he had never heard a more perfect sound in the world.

“Yes, it was.”

This is my first voyage into the world of . Please let me know what you think.

Ch 1

There was a knock at the door. “Shit.” Kevin quickly stuffed himself back in and zipped his jeans. He hit the stop button and quickly changed the channel. As he went to answer the door he thanked God that he had yet to become fully aroused.

Kevin opened the door and stared in surprise at his son’s girlfriend. “Kelley, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see Shawn, is he here?”

“No, he’s at work. He should be back in about an hour.”

“Oh. Well do you mind if I stay? I really want to see him and by the time I get home it will be time to turn around and come back.”

“Of course not. Come on in. I was just about to watch some TV. We can watch together.”

“Thanks,” Kelley said as she sat down on the couch. “Do you mind if I see what’s on?” Kelley asked as she picked up the remote.

“No, go right ahead.”

Kelley flipped through the stations, saddened but not shocked to find nothing good on.

“Maybe we should just put a movie on,” she said.

“That’s a good idea,” Kevin replied. “Shawn has an extensive collection. I’m sure we can find something.”

Kelley changed the channel so that they could watch a movie.

“What are you doing,” asked Kevin slightly panicked. “Don’t you want to look at his collection?”

“Shawn almost always has a movie in the player,” Kelley replied. “I’m sure whatever it is it will be enjoyable.”

Kevin held his breath and prayed for the best as Kelley pressed play.

Kelley’s eyes were glued to the screen when the girl on girl orgy once again appeared on the screen. Kelley sucked in her breath. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked.

“I don’t know where this came from,” Kevin said. “Let me shut it off and find something else.” “No, wait,” Kelley replied. “This is kind of interesting. I wonder what the plot is. Do you mind if I start it over from the beginning?” Without waiting for a response Kelley did just that.

As Kevin watched the movie yet again he couldn’t help but look over at Kelley and wonder at his luck. He had thought his son’s girlfriend incredibly cute that first day he had brought her home two years ago when she was 16. Now at 18 she was a verifiable hotty. He couldn’t believe he was sitting on his couch watching porn with this beautiful girl. “God, I want her,” he thought to himself. He felt himself growing hard and quickly turned his attention back to the movie so she wouldn’t notice him staring at her.

Kelley felt her boyfriend’s father looking at her. She continued to watch the movie and let him admire her. The idea that he might want her turned her on. Shawn was good looking for a teenager, but he was nothing compared to his father. She remembered that first day Shawn had brought her home to meet his dad two years ago. Kelley’s jaw had almost dropped to the ground when she saw him. Later she had turned to Shawn and said “Your dad is gorgeous.

“You think so?” Shawn asked, sounding hurt.

Quickly realizing her mistake she kissed him and said “Someday you’ll look just like him. That’s a good future to have.” That had seemed to work as he quickly began kissing her and running his hands over her body.

Kelley felt Kevin’s attention move back to the show and glanced over at him. God he was hot. Kelley looked down and noticed how hard he was. She thought of how amazing it would be to have that cock inside her. “I bet he knows a lot more than his son,” she thought. Suddenly she had an idea of how to get what she wanted. She sucked in her breath as though she were shocked.

When Kevin turned to look at her he noticed that her eyes were locked on his stiff cock.

“Ah, Kelley, I…” Kevin was at a loss as to what to say.

Kelley placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. “You look to be in a bad way Mr. Gallagher,” Kelley said.

‘I, ah…” Kevin stammered. He didn’t know what else to do. His son’s incredibly hot girlfriend was currently freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. He couldn’t help but grin when she moaned her appreciation for the size of his cock. “God you’re huge,” she said as she stared down at the swollen penis not five inches from her face. He had always been proud of the size of his cock, and now was no different.

“Why don’t I take care of that for you?” Kelley asked as she took him in her mouth and put all her expertise into giving him the best blowjob of his life.

Kevin looked down at the beautiful face that was sucking him off and couldn’t believe it. He had dreamt of this, but he never thought it would come true. Kelley lightly bit the head of his cock and he felt himself shudder. “I can’t take this,” Kevin said. He grabbed fistfuls of her glorious blond hair and began shoving himself into Kelley’s mouth. He face fucked her like his life depended on it, and he was starting to believe it did. He couldn’t believe it. He was touching the back of her throat and she was erdemli escort taking all of him. It was too much. Kevin felt himself exploding in her mouth. He watched as she swallowed his cum. He kept coming and she kept swallowing. She didn’t miss a drop. When he was finally empty he leaned back and looked at her in amazement. “You’re fantastic. I can’t believe you didn’t gag.”

“I’ve had a lot of experience.”

“How much is a lot?”

Kelley just grinned up at him before she once again began to suck his cock, trying to get him hard again. As she sucked on him she used one hand to play with her nipples and the other to massage his balls. She rapidly brought him back to a state of readiness. She quickly reached up under her skirt and removed her panties. “I need to feel this huge cock inside of me. Now,” Kelley said as she knelt over him and took his huge cock into her dripping pussy. As Kevin watched Kelley ride him he pulled her shirt over her head and freed her beautiful breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he took her left nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it to his heart’s content. When he heard her moan in pleasure he turned his attention to the other nipple. He nibbled on it lightly and began to tug on it with his teeth. Suddenly Kevin gripped Kelley around the waist and tossed her onto the couch so that he was now positioned on top of her. When the phone rang Kevin was momentarily startled but then thought to himself, let the machine get it. Kelley was now circling his nipples with her tongue. As he began pumping himself into her he heard his son’s voice come through the machine. They both stopped in shock. “Hey dad, it’s me. I’m just calling to let you know that they need me to work overtime tonight. I won’t be home for at least two hours. If Kelley comes over console her for me. See you when I get home, and in the meantime don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” The message ended and they heard the click signaling he had disconnected. Kevin looked down into Kelley’s face. She looked suddenly uncertain but he could also see signs of lust in her eyes. He hadn’t completely lost her. As he thought about his son’s message he realized that it was almost as though his son had given him permission to fuck his girlfriend. After all he had told him to console her and not to do anything he wouldn’t do. A good fuck was definitely a good way to console someone, and his son would definitely be fucking this girl if he were here. Even knowing he was making false rationalizations they seemed to do the trick. Kevin felt himself growing even harder than before. He leaned down and began ministering to those beautiful nipples once more. Kelley arched her back and moaned. He knew she was back and eager once again. Slowly he began to move himself in and out of her, feeling her contracting and expanding against him. He pushed himself all the way in until he felt himself touching her womb. Then he began moving faster and faster pumping himself into her. He felt his balls churning. He knew he was about to cum and he reached down and began to massage Kelley’s clit. Suddenly she was right there with him and they came together. Kevin rejoiced in his second orgasm of the night as he spilt his seed inside his son’s girlfriend. After resting for a moment Kevin withdrew and pulled Kelley’s legs up over his shoulders. He took his tongue and ran it up her slit. Looking directly into her eyes he said “You have the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen.” When she merely looked at him her eyes consumed with lust he turned his attention back to her pussy. He then proceeded to eat her out, determined to give her the same pleasure she had given him. He could taste himself on her, but he had done this before and had grown to enjoy the taste of his own seed. He stuck his tongue as far up her as he could and swirled it around enjoying the tastes he found there. He could feel her spasming and knew she was close to finding her release. He withdrew his tongue and began to worry her clit with his teeth until finally her whole body shook with her orgasm. Kevin was quick to lap up her juices as they flowed into his mouth. When Kelley had finished cumming Kevin collapsed on top of her exhausted.

“God that was unbelievable,” whispered Kelley, still trying to catch her breath.

Kevin pulled himself up her body and kissed her, swirling his tongue with hers allowing her to taste her cum. “It was my pleasure.”

“It was even better than I imagined it would be.”

“You thought of us?” Kevin asked in surprise.

“Didn’t you?”

“Well of course I did. But I’m a guy. And you my dear are one hot girl. I always imagined you would be a fabulous fuck.”

“That’s sweet. I must admit, after my first time with Shawn I began to wonder how you would compare to him.”

“And?”

“No comparison. Shawn’s a boy. He’s got a long way to go before he’ll have your expertise.”

Kevin felt greatly relieved by this. He had feared lately that his fatsa escort stamina wasn’t as it had once been. But having this hot girl tell him he was a better fuck than his son was very empowering. So empowering in fact that he felt himself growing hard again. Reaching down Kevin inserted a finger into Kelley’s pussy and began to work it around. Kevin was pleased to discover she was still wet. Moving down her body Kevin positioned the head of his cock directly in front of Kelley’s pussy. Without even glancing at her face Kevin took a deep breath and plunged his cock deep into the dripping pussy. Kevin pulled back until he was almost completely withdrawn before plunging himself in again even deeper. This time Kevin looked up to see the expression on Kelley’s face. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. Her lips were parted slightly. She looked as though she were in ecstasy. Kevin pulled out and plunged in again and he watched as her lips parted even further. The expression on her face had Kevin ready to cum sooner than he would have thought possible. He began pistoning himself in and out as hard as he could, watching as Kelley’s eyes fluttered. Kevin was hurting so bad he was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to wait for Kelley to cum, but just as he felt himself explode he felt Kelley’s pussy milking him and he knew they were cumming together. A moment later, Kevin felt himself dropping off into oblivion.

Kevin awoke to find Kelley gone and his son staring at him in amusement. Kevin looked down and was grateful to discover that Kelley had had the foresight to cover his lap with a blanket. He didn’t know how he would explain his juice covered penis to his son.

“Busy night?” Shawn asked his father with a grin.

Kevin wondered what his son meant. Then when he saw his clothes on the ground and the porno on the TV he realized that his son must have assumed he has spent the night masturbating. Thank God for small favors.

“Uh, yeah,” Kevin replied a bit sheepishly.

“So did Kelley’ drop by?”

“Yeah, she came.” And came Kevin thought with in inner smile. “When she realized you would be late she decided she didn’t really want to sit and wait with your old man, so she decided to find a more entertaining way to spend her night.” Kevin was proud of the way he had explained the night’s activities without actually having to lie to his son.

“Okay. I’ll have to call her tomorrow and apologize. I’m exhausted. See you in the morning.”

“Night, son.

Kevin thought again of his activities with his son’s girlfriend and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Across town Kelley was playing with her tits remembering what it was like to have Mr. Gallagher sucking on them and having his cock pumping in and out of her pussy. Feeling feverish Kelley reached down and worked her clit until she felt herself cum. Kelley fell asleep wondering when she could again find the opportunity to fuck her boyfriend’s father.

Ch 2

The next day Kelley was over Shawn’s house allowing him to show her just how sorry he was that he had had to work the night before. Kelley felt his hands running up her back under her shirt fighting to unclasp her bra. Kelley felt herself growing bored as she realized just how much Shawn had to learn before he would be as good as his father. In exasperation Kelley pulled back and yanked her shirt over her head trying to give Shawn better access. Moaning in appreciation he finally managed to unclasp her bra and began to gently massage her breasts. Kelley pulled his head down to hers kissing him deeply, acknowledging that this at least was one area in which he excelled. Shawn pushed Kelley down so that she was lying on the bed. Trailing his lips down her body he began to suck on her nipples. Looking at Kelley with a smile on his lips and lust in his eyes he said “my dad’s at work. We’ll have the house to ourselves for the next few hours.” He then returned his attention to her nipples. Kelley brought Mr. Gallagher’s face to mind. Suddenly it was Mr. Gallagher sucking on her nipples. And when Shawn’s fingers began to play in her pussy, it was Mr. Gallagher’s fingers in her pussy. And when Shawn rammed himself into her and began to move in and out, it was Mr. Gallagher’s cock that was fucking her and making her cum. When Shawn collapsed spent, Kelley realized she had just experienced the best orgasm she had ever felt with Shawn, and it had been because she had been imaging he was his father. Kelley knew she couldn’t wait long before having him again.

Seeing that Shawn was asleep Kelley dressed and left the room. On her way to the front door Kelley noticed the door to Mr. Gallagher’s office was slightly ajar. Seeing a light from within she went to investigate. Sitting in front of his computer with his cock in his hands was Shawn’s father. Kelley walked in and shut the door.

Hearing a sound Kevin turned startled. He was shocked and excited to see Kelley walking toward finike escort him.

“I thought you were at work.”

“I was. I came home early.”

The whole time they were talking Kelley’s eyes had been riveted to his stiff cock. “Is this for me?” Kelley asked kneeling in front of him and lowering her mouth to his lap.

“Oh yeah,” Kevin said as he felt her mouth sucking him in deep. Kelley worked him until he was almost ready to come. Knowing what she really wanted Kelley stopped and moved away.

Feeling her stop Kevin groaned in disappointment. He was about to ask her why she had stopped when he opened his eyes and noticed her panties falling to the floor. He watched as Kelley hiked up her skirt and climbed onto his lap. Kelley rose over him and slowly impaled herself on his raging cock. Kevin groaned in appreciation. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of this young girl riding him. He couldn’t believe he was fucking this hot piece of ass for a second time. As Kevin felt his balls begin to churn he found himself thinking that this could become an addiction.

Kelley was enjoying the ride but soon found that she wishing Kevin would take a more active role in their fucking. She had highly enjoyed his ministrations the last time they had been together and she wanted to feel his hands on her body again. She wanted his mouth roaming over her body. Kelley wanted to tell him so but didn’t want to come across as being too forward. After all this was only their second fuck.

Then, tired of being a passive participant Kevin opened his eyes and sucked one of Kelley’s nipples into his mouth. He played with it until it felt hard enough to cut glass. He then turned his attention to the other nipple. Kevin placed his hands on Kelley’s hips and began to help her move faster and harder against him. Kevin knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Kelley felt the need to scream out his name. Knowing Shawn might hear if she did only made it more exciting. The more he sucked on her nipples the more she needed to scream out her pleasure. “Oh God. Mr. Gallagher, Oh yeah. Ohhhh.”

Kevin heard Kelley groaning his name. He couldn’t believe how erotic her calling him Mr. Gallagher was. Knowing they were both about to cum but not wanting to alert his son Kevin sealed his mouth over Kelley’s and shoved his tongue past her teeth into her waiting mouth. The kiss was deep, hard and wanton. The harder he kissed the harder Kelley rode. Suddenly they were both cumming, and groaning into each other’s mouths.

Exhausted Kelley collapsed and dropped her head onto Kevin’s chest. As Kevin played with her hair she thought about how she had screwed both father and son in the last hour. She also thought about how much better the father was than the son.

Kevin looked down at the beautiful girl lying spent on top of him. Smiling he asked her what she was thinking about.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“I was just thinking about how you’ve shown me what was missing from my relationship with Shawn.”

Kevin thought he should feel guilty when she mentioned his son’s name, but strangely enough he didn’t. All he felt was immense joy that this young girl thought he was a better fuck than his teenage son. He wondered fleetingly what it would be like to watch this girl fucking his son and he found himself getting hard again. He couldn’t believe what the mere thought of this girl did to him.

Kelley felt Kevin’s cock growing inside her. Smiling she climbed off him and knelt in front of him. Grabbing his raging cock she guided it into her mouth and began sucking it in earnest. She could taste her own cum on him and discovered that she like it. She hadn’t thought she would but it wasn’t bad. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see Kevin’s hand reaching down to grab her breasts, but when his hands were molded against her and he was tweaking her nipples she groaned in appreciation and began to suck him off even harder. When she knew he was about to cum she took her mouth off him and began pumping him with her hands. This time she wanted to see his cum squirting out of him. When he finally exploded she was shocked by how much there was. She wouldn’t have thought there would be that much since he had already cum only a short time before. When he was done she leaned down and licked him clean.

Kevin was spent. He finally opened his eyes and watched as she wriggled her panties up over her hips. Watching as her boobs jiggled up and down all he could think about was sucking on them and pulling the panties back off. He continued to entertain that fantasy as she finished getting dressed.

The entire time she was getting dressed Kelley kept her attention fixated on Kevin’s cock. She was testing a theory to see if she could get him hard again just by looking at him. If Kelley hadn’t been looking so closely she might have missed those telling twitches that proved her theory was correct. She left the room with a smile and the knowledge that he would be thinking of her the rest of the night, or at least until he had eased his growing cock.

Ch 4

The next day when the phone rang Shawn grabbed for it but Kevin got to it first. “Hello.”

“I’m touching myself and wishing it were you.”

“Dad, is that Kelley for me?”

Continuing from previous…

“oh my lord!” he thought as he made his discovery that his future lover wasn’t wearing any nics and in all honesty it caused him to hesitate a moment, she opened her legs further to confirm her desires.

She really did want him, he thought to himself and he knew with the hardness that he felt in his trousers that he really wanted her.

His first touch of her sweetness caused her to let out a faint purr along with a little shiver whilst his fingers gently caressed her outer lips and his thumb found the not so little button of her clit. Gently he teased her clit, making her squirm on the seat.

Their kisses intensified, her hands were searching his body, feeling his broad back and pulling him in closer to her, he simply had to kiss her nipples, her budding erect nipples. Breaking off from their passionate kiss, he moved his mouth downwards, kissing her neck and shoulder as he carried on in his quest to reach her breasts. The curvature of flesh of her breast excited him even further and as he reached the first one he felt her hand tugging at the front of his trousers. He was relieved as the constraints on his hardness was released as she undid his buttons on his jeans. As his lips found her nipple, he felt her hand grip his throbbing hardness efeler escort and it seemed so right!

With his mouth suckling one of her nipples his other hand found her other nipple and he firmly rolled the erect bud between finger and thumb causing it to grow even further. His other hand was still between her legs which had opened wider still allowing him more access to slide two fingers into her sweet warmth. His thumb still playing frantically with her clit.

Suddenly she jolted up, his thoughts were concerned, was she regretting being here or had someone driven past and disturbed her nervousness with her being so near to home. He relaxed somewhat as she peeled her dress over her head freeing herself from its constraints. He could not believe his luck, nor the confidence that she now showed in knowing what she wanted from him. With a gentle nudge of his head and a look in her eyes, he understood her desires and lowered his head between her legs to let his tongue take over from what his fingers had previously been doing. She tasted exquisite!

Her sweet nectar was flowing gently and he was loving lapping it up and savoring the taste, her gentle purring had intensified. Her hand was still gripped tight around his hardness and she stroked elbistan escort it up and down making him want to come, but he was resolute that his “now” lover would feel her release before he did. He lifted his face from between her legs and steadied her hand from bringing him to his climax too soon. Moving his face back towards hers, she again surprised him by the passion of her kiss and the way she lapped up her own juices from his face, he was in heaven he thought.

Returning his fingers to her sweet warmth, he stepped up the intensity of his touch, vibrating his fingers on her clit and slipping a finger into her occasionally he continued his playing until he felt her hand clamp the back of his head pulling his lips into hers and her tongue frenetically buried deep in his mouth whilst she arched her back and gasped as she squirted her love juice all over his hand. He felt the warmth trickling down his fingers and had to taste it and broke away from her kissing and panting and went down to lap up her juices himself, again she tasted divine.

Regaining her composure, it was her turn to pleasure him, pushing him back into his seat she lowered her head to his awaiting 8 inches of hardness and with her hand stroking upwards she drew out a bead of erciş escort pre-cum which glistened like a jewel on the head of his hardness. With not a moments hesitation she bent down and licked it away with her tongue, he knew there and then that he was certainly going to enjoy the next few minutes.

Looking upwards to his eyes, she never lost contact with him as she lowered her lips around his hardness, taking it ever so slowly she tried to take his full length into her mouth and nearly managed it before her gag reflex kicked it, she tried again and again, but it was no good, he was simply too big for her mouth. He certainly wasn’t complaining though he was already seeing stars in his mind.

Her hand squeezed his balls and rolled them between her practised fingers, oh she was good and he knew it. It wasn’t long until he could feel that certain feeling of impending explosion once more so he managed to slow things down again. She sensed his imminent orgasm and asked if he’d brought a condom with him, he had of course. However he surprised her and said that he wanted to save their first time together for somewhere more special than the back seat of his Jeep and that he would sort a hotel for the both of them if she preferred, she was initially disappointed but then so pleased that he didn’t want just a quick one and wanted to make it even more special.

And with that thought in her head she bent her head down again and took him in her mouth until she felt him about to burst and pulled off him just as he exploded all over her face and chin…..

More to follow!

I’ve already written a few stories about my time with Han. When I peruse the list of story categories on this site, I feel pretty sure that we made worthwhile content for most of them. A few of the subjects, I would have preferred to have done without.

Oddly, despite having this treasure trove of experience with Han, I sometimes have a hard time recalling specific occasions. If I’d only slept with Han a few times, I surely would have remembered all the highlights. Being together for over two years though, most memories have blended into a single steamy nexus. Still, a few memories manage to stand out.

There were so many ways sex with Han was incredible. Just a sample of what she offered could easily make her any guy’s most extraordinary experience. Han was an insatiable cock sucker, lover of sperm, seemingly had no preference between vaginal or anal intercourse, was bisexual and came all wrapped up in a tiny, beautiful package. Considering the pleasure of any of these activities, it might seem a bit strange to look back fondly on something so common place, but Han also gave great hand jobs.

Han had incredibly dexterous hands that put amazing finishing touches on everything. When she peeled a grapefruit, not only did she remove the rind, she also pulled the inner membrane from every wedge. Before meeting Han, I didn’t even know that grapefruits had inner membranes. For me anything other than cutting a grapefruit in half and eating it with a spoon would have lead to sticky mess.

It’s hard to imagine anyone seeing Han and thinking, ‘Wow, would I love to get a hand job from her’. One look at Han’s mouth would provide an obvious temptation, but plenty of other ideas would easily come to mind too. The pleasures of Han’s hand jobs could only to be revealed, dare I say, through first hand experience.

Getting each other off were wide and varied efforts, employing any means we could think up. Tasting one another’s fluids always factored in and it was a rarity for Han to see sperm without consuming those calories. I’d lick, stroke, finger fuck, and contort her small frame until she melted in orgasm. Han did the same in return and when it came to jerking me off, she was so good that it was hard to believe that she didn’t have a cock of her own.

When new couples are really into sex with each other and have experimental natures, they’re going to do more than just fuck. It may not always mean pushing each other’s limits either. For instance, sometimes just hanging out listening to music or watching TV I’d get Han off or she would do me. Usually it was a combination of both.

As an example, Han came home from work and found me on the reading “The Quite American” for a book report. Obviously in a good mood, she plopped herself down beside me on the couch. Radiating lust Han ran her hand over my neck and shoulder, “How’s my baby?”

“Not bad. How was work?” I asked.

“Pretty boring,” Han said in appraisal. “It was a quiet day. I had to find ways to keep myself entertained.”

Pulling her to me I kissed her and asked, “How did you keep yourself entertained?”

“The usual,” Han confessed.

Han worked as a blood taker at local hospital and her workload always varied. If she wasn’t called to draw blood, there would be nothing for her to do, but hang out at her station. When Han was bored at work, her ‘usual’ was to fill some of that empty time masturbating.

I forget exactly how the subject came up, other than it was some sort of pillow talk. I couldn’t be sure if the disclosure was confessional or embroidery either, since Han was an unreliable truth teller. It was still early in our relationship and my tendency still leaned toward believing her, even though the story seemed tailored for my titillation. She was pretty insatiable, so the truth could go either way.

Separating fact from fancy was always part of the mystery with Han. She once mentioned to me after a movie, “That was so unrealistic! Something like could never happen, except to me.”

We laughed at the ridiculousness of the comment, but I had the feeling that Han wasn’t too far off the mark.

“So where did you do it?” I asked.

“I used the bathroom in the morning, but merzifon escort in the afternoon, I did it in the lab.” The lab was attached to their work station. Since the testing had moved off site, it was only used to store specimens.

Wondering about her co-worker I asked, “Where was Jenny?”

“She was around in morning, but she took a couple blood calls in the afternoon. They were in other wings, so I figured I’d have time.”

“Did you taste your fingers?” I asked.

“Of course,”

“Did you finger fuck your ass too?”

“Not in the bathroom, but in the lab, I used a test tube. Luckily there was some Vaseline.”

“Really?” I said with surprise. “What if it broke?”

“They’re pretty solid. I know I’ve dropped enough of them without any breaking.” Han assured me.

“Seems a little scary.”

“Would you like me to bring a tube home to show you?”

“I think I’d like to see that,” I admitted.

“Alright, but you have to let me take your blood too,” Han added.

“Sure,” I agreed. Han was always telling me what great veins I had. It might be true, but so far only the professional blood taker I dated has noticed.

“I don’t want to draw the blood from your arm,” Han intoned with a smirk.

“We’ll see,” I said without commitment.

I grasped Han’s pussy through her jeans and gave her a deep kiss, before asking for more detail about her workplace hijinks.

After selecting two of the larger tubes Han found spot in the lab that would give her the best chance of pulling her pants back up without getting caught. She leaned back on a counter in corner and worked a tube up her ass. Since Han’s legs were too short to reach the floor from the counter, she pulled a chair over. Sitting down, the seat of the chair pushed the tube up into her ass. With it deep inside, Han began rubbing her clit until she was ready to push the other tube into her pussy. Trying to work fast, Han used one hand to fuck her pussy with the tube and her other hand to rub her clit.

Jenny got back just as she started to cum. Stiffing her moans, Han pulled her pants up quickly without a second to spare. She didn’t even have a chance to remove the test tubes.

Han walked back out of the lab and managed to talk casually with Jenny for about half hour. Once she felt it wouldn’t be suspicious, she stepped away to the washroom to extract her workplace dildos.

As she told me about her day I managed to undo her pants and slide them down over her hips. I think being able to play with Han’s pussy as she got into the highlights of her story only enhanced its telling. I didn’t have to imagine Han’s heavy breaths as she got herself off, I could hear them for myself as I fingered her. I even thought her asshole felt a bit slick. As if there might have been a slight residue of lube in her anal canal. Just maybe Han was telling the truth about her workday exploits.

We had to take a few moments to enjoy the amusement of Han biding her time to use the washroom. The slight break seemed like the right opportunity to pull off Han’s pants, underwear and for good measure her socks. Her adorable little feet had too much character to keep covered.

Naked from the waist down, Han had only her t-shirt on. It was a good look for Han. Her shirt fit loosely, but as she leaned back the thin material showed the nice shape of her tits, highlighted by conspicuously pert nipples. Han kept her baby smooth pussy plucked clean too, making her mound just a continuation of her perfect skin. Han’s legs were spread wide and she was already deliciously wet. With this delectable feast in front of me how could I do anything else, but dive in.

The silky skin of her inner thighs was soon glistening from my roaming cum drenched tongue. Han ran her fingers through my hair and softly purred while I licked her. As her orgasm built, her hands grabbed my hair and pulled my face against her wriggling pussy.

Han’s small stature made it easy to orientate her body for optimal enjoyment. Pinning Han’s head against the back of the couch I rolled her hips up, raising her butt in the air. With more complete access my tongue traversed from Han’s pussy mezitli escort to her ass.

In response Han grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart to give my tongue the best possible access. I licked around Han’s tail ring, lubricating it and pushing it open. Han moaned as my tongue breached her unclench hole.

I took over spreading Han’s ass and her hands move to her pussy. With me licking her asshole Han started playing with herself. She was fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit and enjoying the occasional taste of her finger coating juices. I eventually got Han to the point that she moaned, “Oh, fuck my ass!”

I never need much convincing, but I appreciate a sincere invitation.

I quickly pulled my clothes off and raised Han’s butt back into the air. I slide my shaft along Han’s wet quim and then plunged it in for good measure. Han’s eyes fluttered and her body shuddered. Then pulling out I let big glob of spite fall from my mouth landing right on Han’s pulsing bud. Pointing my cock down, I began forcing the head of my cock slowly into Han’s ass. Normally we used lube, but things felt like they had an urgency. Particularly for Han, who was already pushing back at just my initial entry. It must have been all her workplace foreplay.

Despite her eagerness, without lube it still took a little longer to work my cock all the way in to her ass. The residue of lube helped, but it wasn’t the same as coating my cock with K-Y. Of course, despite the initial pinching, the slow penetration may have been easier on Han’s ass than the single deep thrust I would have otherwise delivered.

Once I was all the way in I began making long thrusts. Han flinched and hissed every time I hit my full depth. She was so small that there was a certain point of penetration that always caused her some pain. I tried to hold back, but it’s not always an easy thing to do. Especially since Han’s spasms of agony offered a subversive appeal of their own. Perched above Han the way I was, pretty much guaranteed that when my weight came down, that I had to drive deep inside her. Add to this the torque of my cock straining to point upward, in resistance to its otherwise happy confinement.

It was a real Kama Sutra type position. It was a bit awkward, but stylistically impressive. It offered me a great visual perspective too. I could look down and see the full traverse of my cock. From full withdrawal I could watch my shaft push into her ass and see Han’s tight hole stretch around my cock. It was a wonderful sight.

A much as I enjoyed the view, Han’s body could be enjoyed in more comfortable ways too. Eventually it came time to lower Han down onto the couch. I laid her on her stomach and with her legs together I straddled her. Laying on top of her, my cock pressed against her bum. Despite her gaping state, my unguided thrusts were having trouble finding the mark. I was enjoying the target practice, but unwilling to wait Han reached back to guide my cock home.

With Han’s little body writhing underneath me, I began fucking her with more rhythm. I started off slowly and built my pace until eventually reaching the point of no return. Han’s body was always a responsive instrument. I could feel her rolling her ass up and pushing back. Dropping my head besides hers, I felt her dewy moans against my face as my cum surged into her ass.

I kept pumping my cock into Han until my last drops seemed drained. Empty, I collapsed on top of Han completely satisfied. My cock occasionally twitching inside her, warranting some remnant clearing thrusts.

Eventually my cock softened and slipped free. Before my cum could drain onto our couch Han pushed me off and went to the washroom to clean up. She came back with a warm washcloth and began cleaning the spermy residue from my cock. It felt so soothing to have Han hand wash my spent cock and a little reviving too. Even more revitalizing was Han’s routine of taking my freshly washed cock into her mouth. As much as Han loved sucking sperm from cocks, she seemed to take real pleasure in the texture of a soft penis in her mouth.

Han leisurely sucked my cock, occasionally letting it flop from her mouth for a few words. It midyat escort didn’t take long before my cock started hardening again in Han’s mouth and her casual sucking turned to more purposeful treatment. All I had do was lay back and enjoy.

Eventually Han’s tongue started wandering further afield. Her mouth played with my balls and her lips kissed the inside of my thighs. Pushing my legs up out of the way Han licked from the underside of my balls to my ass. Then her tongue circled my asshole before plunging in.

The feel of Han’s tongue pushing into my ass made my entire core stir. The sensation in my loins making my cock twitch in response. From between my legs Han must have either caught sight of my flinching dick or been alerted by her always attentive cock sense. She reached up and to grab it, stroking my cock while her tongue rimmed my ass.

As I mention earlier, Han’s hands were skilled. Even though her face was half underneath me, Han’s hand had a commanding grip on my cock. Her easy strokes were smooth and steady, complimenting the sensation of her probing tongue.

Just as the pre-cum began oozing, Han ran her tongue from my ass back up to my cock. Holding my cock in place she licked away my bubbling fluids, before taking me in her mouth. Her other hand disappeared between her legs to play with herself as she sucked me off. After a few minutes of play Han raised a pair of glistening fingers and began working them into my ass. Han was gentle and her slick fingers easily found their way inside me.

I could feel myself building as Han finger fucked me. Wanting to last a little longer I pushed Han off my cock and sat up.

I was just thinking of taking a breather when Han suggested, “Why don’t you try sitting on my face?”

“Sure,” I agreed.

Han lay supine on the couch and I straddled her. Lowering myself down, I could feel her tongue find its way into my ass. Feeling more open as the result of Han’s probing fingers, her tongue seemed to go deeper inside me than it had ever been. As I pressed down, Han bore into me, tasting areas unused to the soothing slither of a warm, wet tongue.

Han reached around me to try jerking me while I sat on her face. She had to use a backhand grip, which affected her smooth technique. She might have got the hang of it, but I was so close that I was already envisioning splashing her tits. I took over from Han, pumping my cock with a finishing determination. With her hands free, Han pushed my cheeks apart allowing her to probe even deeper. It felt like a button had been pushed inside me. Feeling the unstoppable surge, I pointed my shaft down at her body. A thick white ribbon of cum flew across Han’s midriff all the way to her mound. Pushing my cock down further, I pressed its head against her pert nipple. The next gush of sperm rushed around her dark nub and down the underside of her breast.

Before I could spill my entire load on Han’s tits, I raised off her mouth to offer her my spurting cock. Never one to shy away from a mouthful of cum, Han opened wide in practiced form, welcoming my tongue coating sperm.

When I finished I wiped the last drops off on Han’s lips. She closed her mouth to swallow, then licked the pearls from her sexy lips.

Han took my cock back in her mouth to collect the last drops. Once I felt she couldn’t get another drop from me I pulled out and told Han I’d be right back.

“Where you going?” she called to me, obviously still interested in sucking my cock.

Not answering, I quickly returned from the kitchen with a spoon. Smiling mischievously, I sat down beside her displaying my piece of flatware. Slowly I lowered a spoon to Han’s skin and scooped up a dollop of sperm. Offing the serving to Han. she opened her mouth and happily took it in.

First, I fed Han the sperm that ran over her tit. I used the spoon to scoop the jizm that ran down the round underside of her breast. There were almost two spoonfuls to feed her. Leaving a little sperm on her nipple, I massaged into her dark areola. Next, I began working on the long strip of cream that ran down her belly. Working downward I fed her scope after scope. Again, for the last little splotch on her mound, I decided I’d rather massage it in to her pussy.

After I fingered her for a bit, Han felt inspired to take my spent cock her mouth. It felt great, but I wanted to feel her tongue in my ass again. Straddling back up over Hand’s face, I sat back down to feel her cum covered tongue probe my ass one more time.

The summer that caused the staggered dissolution of my marriage began coolly, just a long calm until the heat rolled in like a thick fat cloud and settled sharply on my skin. The sky was coloured the same shade of blue as the deepest parts of the Pacific, and wispy clouds were scattered sparsely through it with such perfect beauty that looking out a window was like gazing upon a watercolour.

In our garden, the vegetation blossomed with a biblical fecundity. Flowers bowed their heads under a profusion of startlingly vivid blooms, and the scent of jasmine and gardenia mingled with that of the orange trees to produce an intoxicating blend of smells that you could taste whenever you inhaled through your mouth.

I had recently been laid off by my company, a food producer that had employed me to travel internationally promoting their “local, home grown produce”. My function was firstly to glamorise the concept of selling non-corporate food in an age where free-range means a chicken’s flesh isn’t stippled with the mesh of a cage. My less spoken purpose was to disabuse potential customers who might have heard that our community-friendly, animal-loving and wholesome image, complete with clichéd anthropomorphic iconography and a suitably rustic name, was actually just a front for a rather large, profit-oriented corporation. I had researched the company before I had joined them, straight out of college fifteen years ago, and had found that the company had been named for the last farmer to sell his land to the corporation – a little “fuck you” from an unusually vindictive CEO.

Our meats were battery-farmed and laden with chemicals. Our vegetables were grown as large as possible using fertilisers with formulae so complex that they outstripped science and became arcane. Every item they sell is designed to look beautiful and be cheap and fast to produce. Once, I had visited the hatchery, naively looking for a reality to sell to clients. I had left that minor hell moments after entering to vomit a pale stream of liquid onto the ground. I’ve forgotten most of the specifics; what I remember is the voiceless screaming motion of the chickens’ necks, their bulging, liquid eyes and the scratchy, random patterns of their useless, broken legs.

You know this company’s name – I just can’t tell you it.

I had the right look to sell their product – I was beautiful, but rustically beautiful. My black hair was wild and thick and shone, but lacked cosmopolitan restraint. My face was ever so slightly larger than life, with huge, luminous green eyes and a button nose and ripe, naturally red lips. I always smiled too much. I was tall, too, and my breasts were big and heavy and stood proudly off my chest. My legs and arms were shapely, but muscular. The impression I gave, and that my employer’s wanted me to give, was that I was the farmer’s daughter, a hardy country blossom that had grown against all probability from a background of poverty and toil. The reality was that I had grown up in the city and had no idea which end of a cow was the one that you milked. As my husband put it, “Shelly only knows how to choke one kind of chicken.” My ex-husband, I mean. Appreciating the ironies of my job was the only way to keep my soul.

For fifteen years, I had travelled the world, or at least the western world, selling the image, until someone decided that at 37 years old I was past my prime. Perhaps my breasts no longer stayed so resolute in their position if I didn’t wear a bra, and perhaps I had a few laughter lines around my eyes, but I didn’t think I had aged badly. Of course, they told me I was let go as the result of budget cutbacks, but it wasn’t long before they somehow found the money to hire a cute little blond thing with curves like Jayne Mansfield. I supposed the same had happened when they had employed me, and I felt some regret for the nameless, faceless woman whom I had replaced.

I had taken the job, as probably everyone does with such jobs, as a stopgap – it was designed to finance our family as my younger husband finished medical school. Unfortunately, doctors didn’t get paid as much as we had youthfully thought, at least not straight away, and we had become so acclimatised to my income that even once George was making an excellent amount of money, I still kept working. And now…

George came into the kitchen as I poured his fresh-ground coffee into the Denby mug on the hardwood table. In his hand was the pamphlet I had ordered off the internet.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Oh.” I lied, “Just something Maria left when she was over yesterday. She’s thinking of having some work done.”

“Really.” George leered comically. “What’s she getting? Bigger tits? Some of those wrinkles ironed out?”

I swallowed. Maria was 31. She had average sized, beautiful breasts that had only begun to sag a little and still kept their perfect shape. The skin on her face was soft and olive, and lined only with the natural traces of a life lived happily and well. “Ah… she was thinking maybe both? Do you…”

“What?”

“Do you think I could lefkoşa escort use some… work?”

George came over to me and wrapped one arm around my waist. Suddenly, I was intensely conscious of the inch or two of extra flesh sitting there.

“Honey, you know you’re perfect, don’t you?”

He said it sincerely, at least in intent, but with a rote quality, and I did not miss the appraising look in his eyes. It had been over six months since we had last made love. Did he wish my lips were pumped with collagen – red and fat and swollen like leeches on my face? Perhaps my breasts were insufficient; perhaps he wanted a circus freak of ripe, abundantly sexual flesh to feast on and satiate every aspect of his lust. Certainly, I was no longer the object of his desires.

George ate one grapefruit as usual, then gulped down his coffee and left without kissing me goodbye. I followed my own, newer, routine, and had a big glass of whisky, with some dry crackers to soak it up. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, where I slipped off my nightdress and hurried into the bathroom, habitually keeping my back to the mirror.

I was immediately assailed by a pungent scent that was as instantly familiar as it was now rare for me to smell it. George had been jerking off. Now that I looked, I could see a small white smudge on the shower’s glass door. It could have been soap, but then there was that smell. I trailed my finger through my husband’s come and brought it up to my nose. I inhaled deeply, relishing the earthy, sexual smell. Before knowing I was going to do it, I licked the trace of come off my finger and swallowed it. Then I got into the shower.

I turned the water to its hottest setting and adjusted the spray so that the water was at its most dispersed and powerful. Each jet hit me like a small burning nail being pounded deliciously into my skin. The sensation was pleasurable in itself, but there was a pain underlying that pleasure that only enhanced the experience. The water scalded my breasts with an intensity I hadn’t felt in a long, long time, and I could feel my big pink nipples swelling thickly.

My hands went to my breasts and caressed them just the way I liked. I placed my palms over my nipples and lightly locked my fingers together. Gently, I pressed my breasts together, and lifted them, then let them slowly down, repeating the cycle over and over. I squeezed my thighs tight together until my muscles stood out like rock and my entire body tingled with the pleasure of it. Reluctantly, I let go off my breasts and adjusted the shower so that it emitted a single, tight beam of water aimed straight at my bush. I didn’t shave down there, and my pussy was surrounded in a cascade of rich black curls through which pleasantly hot water now tumbled.

I placed the middle finger of my right hand between my legs and let the lips of my pussy dangle around it. I had been in love with my cunt since I had discovered the joys of masturbation. Many times I had stood in one of the bathrooms of my parents’ house and come over and over just staring at that soft, beautiful flesh between my legs. That wondrous, incomplete part that seemed connected directly to the core of my adult being and whose construction and beauty seemed a perfect metaphor for the mystery and power of womanhood. I knew every fold and wrinkle by heart. Without touching, I could feel the small, harmless mole that lay just above and to the right of my cunt, surrounded by my tuft of pubic hair. Without looking, I could see the thick nub of my clitoris, protruding lewdly from my labia.

I carefully parted the lips of my pussy and slowly penetrated myself with my middle finger. The muscles in my legs tingled and grew weak with the pleasure, and I allowed myself to collapse against the tiles, which were scattered hot and cold with the vagaries of the water and that, too, gave me pleasure. I was desperate now, biting my lower lip to contain my pleasure and pressing my tongue hard into the base of my mouth. One hand thrummed violently across my labia and my clit, and with the other I fucked myself, running first one, then two and then three fingers in and out in a pantomime of the age old act I had not experienced for so long.

My orgasm came swiftly, and with the primal force I still remembered from my first time. My skin flushed so hot that I could feel it even over the burn of the shower. My nipples were painfully hard one moment and then soft and sensitive the next. Nuclear bombs detonated in my cunt, their shockwaves tearing through my body in gradually diminishing waves. An electric shock shot from my core and spread, tingling, to the outer points of my being, paralysing me and filling every muscle to bursting with pleasure.

I sagged, and let myself rest against the wall as the pleasure slowly faded – not reluctantly, but with a natural joyousness in the knowledge that such pleasure should only ever be experienced briefly, lest it kill us. I don’t know how long I rested, but when I recovered myself, the water had cooled and I had to wash under lüleburgaz escort cold water that once again drove my nipples crazy.

This time, though, I controlled myself, and got out off the shower. The mirror in the bathroom was clouded, so I walked into the bedroom. Reluctantly, but forcing myself, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked straight into my eyes. Those hadn’t aged. They were still that shocking green that had transfixed so many businessmen. My face was marked by the passage of time, but even now, without makeup, I still looked younger than my age, and with makeup, I could perhaps still pass for 30. My travelling gaze paused. The neck – the area of a woman that most shows her age. Yet my skin was still taut. More eagerly, I looked down. My big breasts, as I had been expecting since I was a teenager, sagged a bit. No longer would they pass the pencil test. Long ago, a doctor had told me that I would have back problems in later life if I didn’t behave sensibly and always wear a bra. I hadn’t been a slutty teenager, so I had obeyed him. What would I be like now, if I had not? My belly was flat and smooth. George and I had never had kids – we hadn’t really wanted them with our careers, and he wasn’t able to anyway. We had planned to adopt when we reached our mid forties. My pussy peered out from my thick bush, and when I lightly moved my fingers through my pubic hair, I saw that it was still as beautiful as when I was an 18 year old girl.

I hadn’t felt so good about my appearance in years, and as a tribute to that, and due to the heat of the day, I put on a bikini and went out to sunbathe. I couldn’t remember the last time I had so done, and as I hunted out the sun cream and found a towel to lie on, I felt nervousness flutter in my stomach with the same energy of the orgasm I had just had. Still, my euphoria held, and I wrestled the patio furniture into its sun bed configuration and contorted myself like a Cirque Du Soleil member as I smeared on the cream. I remember times long ago when I had had someone to do it for me. When it had been, like a foot massage, an acceptable form of sexual contact for a young persons’ date. I recalled boyfriends unsuccessfully hiding their erections, particularly George who had been somewhat unwise in choosing a Speedo to wear. It’s easier for a girl – “Oh, it’s just the cold”.

It was one of those perfect summer days that you only get in a temperate climate. The sun was very warm, but not hot, and complimented with a light breeze that carried the scent of the neighbours’ roses to me. The wind was treacherous, though, and the day hotter than I supposed. My stamina was slowly sapped, until my eyelids weighed heavily and the mere action of lifting them when they closed became unpleasant. Finally, aware all the time, yet unable to do anything about it, I fell asleep and dreamed a true dream.

The first thing I dreamt was the scent of sun cream, perhaps the nucleus of reality around which my dream formed. Then, there was sand between my toes, and my friend Louise was next to me, sharing my large beach towel. Our legs were touching, and in the breezeless day I could feel the tiny hairs lining her legs tickling me. In my dream, I remembered and realised, “Yes, this happened. I remember this.”

Louise kneels on the towel beside me and her long form is silhouetted against the sun and cast over me in shadow. She asks me to do her back, and I rub the cream in with the tips of my fingers, lighter and longer than I need to, perhaps. Her hair is the perfect shade of red, the colour of the finale of a slow sunset at the equator. Her skin is pale, and will never tan – the cream is for her an essential caution. She is my opposite – tall and lean, born on the cusp of a shift in perception. At the moment, my voluptuous form is the standard of beauty; ten, fifteen years later and she would be the one all the older men stare at on the street. Here, at eighteen, we are yet to reach the pinnacle of our beauty, but for many that flush of youth is as potent an aphrodisiac as any more physical characteristic.

Down from us, a boy we both recognise from school but whose name neither of us knows tries to surreptitiously edge closer to us and fails. Louise notices him and so do I, though I pretend not to. Louise points him out to me and asks if I want to have some fun. It is a rhetorical question. Louise runs the straps of her bikini top down her shoulders until they dangle on the cream tops of her small breasts. Neither of our fathers know that we have bikinis – we bought them secretly ourselves, sneaking into the store and sweating gallons for every second we had to stand at the counter. Louise reaches behind, and her hands close on the clasp and pause. She badly makes a show of looking around, somehow managing to miss the boy less than twenty feet away.

Louise undoes the clasp and takes off her top. She lays it between us, and as she turns to do so, her breasts seem to stare straight at me and I can’t stop looking. Her nipples are tiny compared to mine, smaller magosa escort than pennies but just as coppery. They are hard, and stand protuberant on her small tits and I know, in my stomach, that it is not the cold that has caused those sharp points. I manage to look away – the boy is staring hungrily at her back, aching for a look at her breasts in a day when pornography was much harder to get than an Internet search. Louise winks at me and lies down on her front, never letting him see. She tells me to take off my top, but I refuse.

We lie like that for twenty minutes, both on our front. I can feel my breasts compressed beneath me, and each time I look over, the boy is staring at Louise, admiring the sides of her breasts. She tells me it’s time, and we both turn over. The boy finally sees her breasts and both Louise and I try to be blasé about the firm cylinder that first swells and then stands outlined thickly against his shorts. Glottaly, Louise tells me again to take my top off and this time, I want to and do. My breasts are much larger than Louise’s, and she stares at them. We look over as a loud gasp comes from the boy, and see a large black stain spreading over his already dark shorts. Louise and I both know what it is that has happened, but it is no less of a shock just because we read a passage in a book that got passed furtively round all the girls in our year. Louise brushes one of my breasts with her hand and apologises. I tell her it’s okay. On her bikini bottoms, I see a dampness subtler than the boy’s – he has rushed into the water, to wash away the stains like a sailor leaving port. There is a scent I recognise from nights spent sleepless with a strange hunger and urgency from the region we are told in classes, taught by a red faced English teacher who stayed seated for each lesson, is called a vagina. I realise that I, too, am wet down there, and I feel that hitherto unfulfilled desire more desperately than I ever have before.

Louise is red in the face, but far braver than I am. She asks me if I ever touch myself when I get like this. I am uncertain of what she means, so she elaborates. Do I ever run fingers over my vagina, until a deep, pleasurable feeling spreads through me? I tell her no, and I am not lying. Louise looks embarrassed and concerned and uncertain in equal measure, but finally gets up and tells me to follow her. We are both still topless and the tangible sensation of people, of men, watching us only feeds my arousal.

We walk into the trees that line the beach, and keep going until we find an area thickly forested enough for privacy, but with a clearing in which we can spread out. Louise has me sit on the ground, and herself leans on a tree, one leg spread wide, foot poised elegantly on a thick fallen branch. Louise tells me to trust her and, still hugely embarrassed but not as embarrassed as me, rolls down her bikini bottoms.

The first, shocking difference, is her hair. The hair around her vagina is the exact shade of that on her head, which unaccountably surprises me. It is thinner, too, and I can see her vagina very clearly. It is utterly different from mine. Her inner lips protrude thickly from her vagina, and are a much pinker colour. Against her pale skin, the pink seems irrepressibly lewd. Her vagina is messier than mine, almost sloppy looking, and perfectly beautiful.

She tells me to show her mine, and I do. It would be impossible not to, now. In this clearing, we are the only people alive on earth and normal behaviour does not apply. We are lost, trapped, in the moment. We have known each other since our first day of school, and this is the first time we have seen each other naked. We drown in each other’s bodies, and our gazes probe with infinite care.

Louise’s fingers reach into the hair between her legs and begin to dance there. Her lips part in a silent moan, and I note the evidence of pleasurable nights kept secret from the ears of her parents. She is very gentle in her movements. Our generation was not born with the current irreverence for sex.

Louise shows me how to use my fingers. She teaches me where it feels good to touch, and where it feels great to touch. Though we do not touch each other, she becomes my first lover. In my shame-filled heart, I feel the urge to do with Louise what women have done for centuries, and I am sure she feels the same.

I woke from the dream in one of those sudden shocks where you feel like you are falling and are just barely caught by whatever you are lying on. I could feel a damp heat in my pussy, and I was not surprised to find my hand resting on it above the fabric of my bikini bottoms. I smiled to myself: I considered this bikini to be completely respectable, but if I had worn it back on that day at the beach, I would probably have got more disapproving glances than if I had set up a stall offering free blowjobs.

I was lying wondering what had happened to Louise, when I realised I was once again being watched – and once again, it was an eighteen year old boy. The neighbours’ son, Bruce, stood watching me. Bruce was a dull boy, would be the quick way of saying it. The long way would be to state that he was honest, instead of smart, decent, instead of interesting, and stolid, instead of inspired. He was a handsome forgettable teenager and he would no doubt become a handsome, forgettable car salesman. His future was beige.

Thanks to Mistress_Joli who wet my appetite (and how!) with “Griff and Georgie: An Office Romp”. Read it—you won’t be disappointed. This is a corresponding story. Perhaps there will be more episodes based on further collaboration. Let us know what you think.

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One floor above me works Harvey Jameson, a businessman who knows how to close a deal and hire an attractive assistant. I’m a firm believer in both propositions from first hand experience, if you get my drift, or my name’s not Griff Hawkins. His assistant, Miss Simpson, or Georgie as I’ve come to know her, has had some interesting times with me. That young lady certainly shows attention to detail, I’ll give her that; she knows when to be discrete and when to throw all caution to the wind. There’s a lock on my office door for that.

Now Harvey, he can smell a business deal a mile away like a bloodhound on a mission. He’s not quite so good when it comes to noticing details about women. Oh he knows how to butter up a client something fierce, man or woman, but he hasn’t noticed my affair with Miss Simpson yet and that’s just how I mean to keep it. Oh, he knows I have an eye for her but he doesn’t know just how far the two of us have taken things.

I have nothing whatsoever against Miss Simpson save for one thing which I’ll elaborate in a moment, but I will say she’s one smart cookie and doesn’t miss a beat when it comes to both the business and the personal. Take my ties for instance. She made sure to gain intimate knowledge of my preferences and I have to admire how she has fulfilled my desires; whenever Harvey takes a shine to drop me a business present she picks out something mighty pretty that suits me to a tee. And as another example, take her underthings. The moment she found out I was likely to again rip off her panties, she obliged me by dressing in the cutest little things you ever did see. My oh my, that Georgie girl has a figure that sometimes drives me near insane.

She’s without doubt the most sexy, most beautiful woman I’ve set eyes on. And that brings me to the one little thing that I do hold against her: she’s a tease. There have been times when I’m sitting in my office holding a business meeting with clients, after one of Miss Simpson’s lightning visits to drop by for a moment and impart business information or to drop off some papers, and she never fails to incite my deepest desires. I find it hard to concentrate after she’s breezed through.

It was on one such day that I decided it was high time to teach her a lesson; not a bad lesson mind you but a lesson in teasing, pleasure and release, and that she was not the only one who could tease. Therefore I summoned her to my office late in the morning after just such a meeting. It was on a day when she had worn some deliciously lovely shoes highlighting her oh-so-sexy legs and had paraded them in front of me prior to the meeting but without sufficient time for me to do anything about it.

“Miss Simpson,” I said when she entered my office, “please have Harvey read this memo and give me his thoughts. As for you, be ready to be picked up for dinner at six, and you can busy your imagination about what I have planned following that.”

She closed my office door behind her and walked up to my desk.

“Griff, you have such a wicked smile on your face this morning. You must have something special in mind.” She licked her red lips in her peculiarly suggestive way.

“Oh, indeed.”

“Are you going to give me a hint of what’s in store?”

“Miss Simpson, isn’t it time you were going now?” I said melikgazi escort with a glint in my eye.

She planted a lips-parted kiss on my mouth with more than a hint of tongue and was about to escape when I caught her back to me in a strong embrace. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest while we kissed again, languidly, our hot tongues probing slowly as my hand rose behind her to clutch that wonderful round derriere and press the cleft of her thighs into my groin. I released her and showed her to the door, and noted with satisfaction that she seemed a bit weak in the knees.

* * *

The clock on the afternoon wall of my office seemed to tick in slow motion as I willed the hands around and around, thinking about that gorgeous face and smile one floor above me, relentlessly attached to the most desirable breasts, legs and thighs imaginable. Finally it was time to leave the office; I changed from my suit du jour into a pinstripe accompanied by shiny Italian leather shoes, added a hint of aftershave to my throat and whisked away in my convertible to pick up the waiting Miss Simpson. I arrived on the dot of six and she was ready—and boy was she dressed to kill in a black slip of a dress that didn’t reach the knees and barely covered the tops of her gartered stockings. It had a daring neckline too.

“You like fruit, don’t you Georgie?”

She was clearly nonplussed by this opening line as I guided her into the passenger seat and closed the door.

“As in a banana?” she said, giggling, after I revved up the engine and pulled away. I could see this would be a long evening.

“I know a particular banana you love,” I said, changing lanes and accelerating, “but I had in mind something else, perhaps cherries or plums.”

She thought that over and shot me a look.

“Griff, I can see you have definite ideas.”

As I drove, I put my arm around her, snuggling her shoulder into me and let a finger drop lightly to the curve of her breast at the edge of the dress fabric. Oh yes, I had ideas all right.

We drew into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant we’d visited once before, and I could see Georgie was pleased since the previous time the food had been good. As I recall, the dessert had been better, with a long slow tongue savoring my shaft with a drop of whipped cream from a can squirted onto the head of my cock by a girl with a deliciously dirty sense of arousal.

On this occasion we were seated in a dark back corner, and I insisted on sitting side by side with Miss Simpson instead of us facing each other.

“Aren’t we full of surprises tonight,” she said after the waiter had taken our wine order.

“Wait and see,” I replied, slipping a tiny ice cube out of my glass. Holding Georgie’s eye to tease her, I put it on my outstretched tongue and lapped it up, then tried to sound very innocent.

“We’re both grownups,” I said, offering her a slice of bread that had been brought to our table. “I think we should discuss sex openly and without regard to the customs of normal dinnertime conversation in an establishment like this. For instance, Georgie, tell me truthfully, what technique would you like me to use when licking the oh-so-sensitive spot between your legs. I’ve had you suck me so often that I forget I rarely return the favor.”

At that moment a waiter appeared with our wine and I could swear Georgie lit a shade of red, but the shadows in that part of the restaurant hid the greater part of her face. I swirled the wine in the glass, dipped in my nose and then menemen escort took a sip. I nodded to the waiter who retreated discreetly.

Georgie took a sip of wine and then put down the glass firmly and took my arm, half whispering into my ear.

“Well Griff, the first thing to remember is that my clit is very sensitive and that you shouldn’t pay it too much attention at first. Taste my outer labia and draw your tongue against me only lightly to begin with until you hear in my voice that I want more.”

Her palm rested on my growing cock. My palm rested under the tablecloth on the edge of her dress with one finger lightly over her panties.

“Like this?” I said, moving my finger in light circles and brushing the fabric where I knew her clit would appear when it was swollen.

She gasped a little and reached for her glass of water. “Yes. Oh yes. Like that.”

“I’ll tell you what I would do then,” I whispered back, not stopping with my finger. “I would lightly draw the length of my flat tongue against your cunt from top to bottom, increasing slowly in firmness, letting you feel the heat of my tongue flow to your pussy lips and pink clitoris. My wet tongue would slip inside you every once in a while to savor the juices rising from your core and drink in the delicious scent of your wetness. I would make an ‘O’ with my lips and suck your button ever so softly into the heat of my mouth, allowing you to feel the moistness of my soft lips. As I felt your clit swell I’d begin to suck a litter harder allowing the suction to pulse in time to your heartbeat, in time to your thrusting against my mouth…”

I stopped talking and simply kept stroking. My nose could almost detect a hint of the liquid perfume welling up from deep inside her.

“What next?” She panted in a whisper. There was an ache in her voice.

I gave one last stroke and withdrew my hand. She would have to wait.

Her eyes flicked over to me with a look of mixed agony and desire for wicked revenge. She gave my cock a squeeze and tried to control her breathing just as the waiter brought our entrees.

She ate her meal with an undisguised tendency for her tongue to take the flesh from the fork.

“Don’t worry,” I said to her looking her full in the eye, “you’ll get your meat tonight.”

For some reason we both ate more quickly than usual, though I tried to slow things down by suggesting dessert, but Georgie would have none of it.

“I think we should have dessert elsewhere,” she said throatily.

“My place,” I said.

The drive was some distance and the temperature had dropped, so I put up the top and we got into the car. As soon as we pulled away, Georgie reached over and undid my fly, undoing her seatbelt. I could see what she had in mind.

“Miss Simpson!” I said firmly. “Put that seatbelt back on this instant. And spread your legs.”

She did as she was told and at that moment I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a cherry. It was red and it was ripe, and I popped it down, under her dress and inside her panties before she knew was happening.

“Griff,” she choked, “that’s cold.” But it wasn’t cold for very long as my fingers rubbed it against her opening, up and down. Before I knew it, pop! It was inside her pussy lips with my finger pressing it up and rubbing in against her straining nob.

I circled the convertible around and began to drive out of town, edging onto the highway while Georgie ground into the cherry. She was getting so wet that the cherry was no longer large enough, meram escort but I was prepared. I pulled out the cherry and popped it into my mouth. She watched, not seeing my hand reach for the other fruit in my pocket, the plum. In no time its cool flesh was up against her open legs as if a large cock head were straining for entrance.

She shook off her shoes and planted her stockings against the windshield, crying out with a hunger that would not be denied. The plum was not a tiny one: it ground against her soaked pussy until her opening yielded and the warm fruit made entrance, followed by my fingers. She ground into it like there was no tomorrow while we sped up the highway under a moon enveloped by clouds.

“Ohhhh, Guhhh, Aggghh,” I heard her pant before a frenzied clench of passionate guttural ecstasy.

I ate the plum, looking over at her. There was fire in her eyes. I could see that she wasn’t satisfied yet.

We were in a secluded, forested area now, and I pulled over the car to the side of the road.

Inviting her out of the car, I undid my belt and let out my thick, hungry manhood. I pressed her back against the hood, ripped off her panties, and pressed up, up into her waiting flesh. I could feel the succulent folds of her tight cunt suck me inside with that first thrust. I waited a moment, luxuriating in the feeling of being up to the hilt inside her goddess-like spread legs.

“Please,” she begged, “Griff, please. Hard.”

I began to withdraw and then move back inside her, but instead of complying with her demand, I thrust in only part way three or four times and then suddenly pumped my entire cock so deeply into her that the head met her cervix.

“Griff!” she panted, “Griff,” again and again as I repeated the half pumps and then the full, deep thrust, but I wasn’t ready to go over the top yet.

I had to have her breasts. Still deep inside her. I pulled down the neckline of her dress and tongued a nipple. It was tight and hard, and I took it between my teeth, not exactly biting, but squeezing, and alternately sucking. Then, pinching the first nipple, I took the other into my lips, all the while feeling the thickness of my pink, pulsing penis increase inside her with each full thrust. I felt her body convulse two or three times before I lifted her legs over my shoulders and filled her tight, clenching pussy full with the meat of my cock.

Up to that moment she had been under my control, but at that moment Georgie looked me in the eye and squeezed the muscles of her thighs.

“Feel it,” she said in the sexiest, dirtiest voice you can imagine, “feel my pussy.”

I almost emptied myself right then and there, so powerful was the image: tight nipples showing in the curving, plunging neckline of a black dress and wet, succulent thighs, naked and full with my cock, below her garter belt.

Instead, I pulled out and turned her over, giving her a slap across her divinely curved ass.

“Wretch,” she said, and struggled, but I held her.

“Fille facile,” I whispered harshly, jerked down her stockings, pressed her onto her stomach against the hood and spread her naked legs. With one hand reached in front, I rubbed her clit with a large finger while the length of my cock took her from behind with rapid, full strokes.

Her breathing ascended in a crescendo once again, and I could feel the explosion ripple through her whole body from heat to toe. Moments later I came too.

It was the kind of orgasm where both of you can feel the steaming, ejaculating head spurting its hot liquid, deep inside.

We lay there in a heap, exhausted for some moments. Finally she turned around.

“Well,” she said, “we still haven’t made it to your place.”

“No,” I said, smiling that still hungry smile and licking my lips pointedly with my tongue. “And I have a taste for juice. Pussy juice.”

Pasadena, California September 17, 1946

I arrived at the women’s dorm about fifteen minutes late. Gwen was chatting with a girl at the front desk that looked to be about fifteen. Gwen’s face lit up when she saw me come through the door. She quickly said goodbye to the girl and gave me a sisterly hug before locking her arm in mine and leading me back through the front door. I don’t think I was in the lobby a minute.

We walked aimlessly for a bit and talked about our first weeks at Cal Tech. Before long we found ourselves off campus in a mixed-use neighborhood. The area had a number of two-story buildings with small shops on the street level and apartments on the second floor.

We were hungry and settled on a little family-owned Italian restaurant. Despite having spent several weeks in Italy, I didn’t recognize anything on the menu. Gwen suggested we share a pizza and I agreed, not really knowing what to expect. I didn’t find it particularly appealing and Gwen wasn’t impressed either. We washed it down with bottles of Coca-Cola. Gwen assured me that pizza was much better in Massachusetts.

We held hands as we walked back to campus. That was as hot as our ‘first’ date got. Despite the chaste evening, I was still walking on air. I was with Gwen. I couldn’t think of better company. Gwen seemed nearly as happy but definitely had her sex drive under control. At least it seemed that way. When we got to her dorm, we stopped outside. Men weren’t allowed into the lobby after 8:00. I was surprised how fast the evening had gone. Gwen gave me a kiss on the cheek, and, much to my chagrin, another sisterly hug.

With her chin on my shoulder as she squeezed gently, she whispered. ‘It won’t always be like tonight.’ Then she released the hug and ran through the door into the dorm.

Our schedules kept us from seeing each other for nearly two weeks. Between my class schedule, teaching responsibilities, and Dr. Evans research tasks, I often didn’t get to bed much before midnight and was up in the morning before 6:00AM. Nearly every minute of my day was filled with responsibilities of some sort. I rarely saw my roommates. Gwen and I did talk every night. While I had privacy during our calls because I was in an apartment, Gwen had to use a phone in a hallway. Weekends were not much of a break. Dr. Evans scheduled lab time for both Saturdays and my first Sunday was spent grading exams, organizing my research for a paper, and preparing lesson plans. Gwen found her course load grueling and spent as much time hitting the books as I did. Her work on Dr. Evans’ project wasn’t difficult technically she told me, just time-consuming.

I met Gwen at 7:30 AM on the second Sunday. I had made time to shop on Saturday and had assembled a picnic lunch for a hike we planned in a nearby canyon. I also bought a couple of canteens and a canvas backpack. A Geology grad I knew had an old Dodge pick-up and was giving us a ride. He planned to do field work while we went on our hike.

As Gwen and I made our way across campus to meet our ride, I spotted my father walking parallel to us in the opposite direction. When he saw me, he cut across the lawn between us. He was smiling widely but hadn’t said a word when he took me in his arms for a hug.

My father was a bit shorter than my six feet but more heavily muscled. He kept himself in good shape, running every morning before starting his day. Where I had the lean physique of a distance runner, he was built like a gymnast. His curly, dark brown hair now had some gray peppering the sides of his head. The war really showed in his face. He looked older than he was but remained energetic and active. To be honest, I had mixed feelings. I was glad to see him, but also didn’t want to change my plans with Gwen.

After releasing me, still smiling widely, he turned to Gwen and offered his hand. ‘Hello, I’m Harold Taylor, Jonas’ father.’

Gwen smiled back at him, took his hand and moved in to give him a hug with her free arm. ‘I’m Gwen Kenrick. It’s nice to meet you, sir.’

‘Jonas hasn’t mentioned you, but I’m not surprised. If I were him, I’d keep a pretty girl like you a secret, too.’ He said with a big smile. ‘Kenrick? Your accent is unmistakably Boston. I did post-doctoral work at Tufts and Northeastern before Jonas was born. I loved living in Boston.’

‘Yes, sir. Kenrick. I am from Massachusetts. My family lives in a small town about thirty miles west of Boston.’

‘Hi, Dad. It’s good to see you. But what are you doing here? Come to see me?’ I asked curiously.

‘No, no, Jonas. I’d have called and arranged something first. I know how busy you are. I’m here to visit a friend on the faculty here. Someone I’ve known for many years. We’re going to spend the day together and go to a football game. It looks like you two have plans for the day as well.’

‘Yes, we’re meeting a friend and going for a hike and picnic in a nearby canyon.’ I told him.

‘Well, don’t let me keep you. Why don’t we get together in two weeks? Gwen is welcome, kocasinan escort too, if she’d like to come.’

‘Sounds good, Dad. I’ll call one night this week and we can plan something.’

‘Enjoy your picnic. I’m sure you can use a break and this is certainly looking like a nice day to be outdoors. I’ll see you in two weeks, Jonas.’ he said as he walked away.

Gwen was quiet for a bit, lost in thought. “Your dad is quite handsome.’ she finally said. ‘He’s older than I thought he’d be. I guessed he’d be about my Dad’s age because I’m only a year older than you. And he looks familiar for some reason.’

‘Well, he’s not really old.’ I answered. ‘He’s forty-six. But, yes he looks older. I think what he did in the war was hard on him. I know he’s still struggling with losing my mother. But I doubt you’ve met him. We moved to Switzerland from Washington, DC when I was nine. I don’t remember living anywhere else.’

‘No, I don’t think I’ve met him. But there’s something familiar about your dad. I feel it in my gut.’ she said.

By this time, we were at the parking lot where we were meeting Pete Kantor, our ride to the canyon. He barreled into the parking lot just after we arrived. He said hello and told us to hop in the pick-up bed. The bench seat was a wreck on the passenger side. Textbooks, journals, USGS maps, and notebooks filled the floor on that side.

Pete was a geology grad student in his late twenties. He was about Gwen’s height and rail thin, probably weighed less than Gwen. His dark hair was unfashionably long and unruly. He had a short, neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He wore a beat-up felt cowboy hat with a wide brim. Pete always seemed a bit unkempt and disheveled, especially when wearing a suit. Though I didn’t know it then, he would become a life-long friend.

Gwen and I hopped in the bed and leaned against the bed behind the cab. The small rear cab window was missing. A small, battered, ice chest was secured near the tailgate on one side. A long wooden crate secured on the other contained an assortment of hammers, picks, crowbars, and chisels. Two five-gallon jerry cans were secured next to the box. An Army duffel bag lay on the bed under a sledgehammer.

We talked to Pete as he drove to the canyon. He had a growing interest in seismology and was working with a faculty geologist that was trying to develop a new method of mapping faults. Today he planned on walking part of the canyon to look for visible signs of a suspected fault and mapping his observations. He also planned to collect rock and mineral specimens if he found anything interesting.

Pete knew I was working with Dr. Evans, who he saw occasionally in the lab with his project leader, and asked about the project. I couldn’t tell him anything. Dr. Evans insisted no one discuss the project outside of the project team. Plus, I was building an apparatus that had only been vaguely defined. Evans was keeping details to himself.

‘I’m not sure how long I’ll be but figure on it being nearly dark when I get back to the parking area.’ Pete told us. ‘I hope that’s not too late for you. I want to cover as much ground as I can today but I know I’ll be back because there’s too much going on around here to find it all today. I see you have canteens. The chest has a block of ice and the jerry cans are full of water. There’s an icepick in a paper bag in the glove box. There’s also a bag with paper cups up here on the seat. Drink as much as you can while you’re out and help yourself to water and ice when you get back to the parking area. You’ll need it.’ By this time, we were at the canyon. Pete parked and hopped out. He talked a mile a minute as he prepared his gear.

‘I’m going that way,’ he said, pointing to the north. ‘It’s not really a trail. It’s pretty rugged and won’t be much fun. I’m going to be whipped when I get back. I suggest you and Gwen take that trail over there, pointing east. There are some nice areas to have a picnic. There are a couple of trail options about a mile or so in. Pay attention to the landmarks so you don’t get lost. I know you did some mountain hiking while you were in Switzerland, Jonas, but this isn’t the same. It’ll get pretty hot and it’s dry so you can get dehydrated. Take it slow. Not many people come up here before late October so there isn’t likely to be anyone on the trails. You don’t want to be up here overnight. I’ll see you late this afternoon.’

Before we knew it, Pete was off and almost immediately disappeared from sight. I was amazed at the amount of heavy gear he was carrying. After Gwen got covered up to protect her fair complexion, we took the trail Pete recommended. We came to a fork after about an hour. I started to go to the right but Gwen stopped me. ‘Let’s go this way!’ she said enthusiastically.

‘OK. Any particular reason why?’ I asked.

She pointed to a small, weather-beaten wooden sign nailed to a dead tree trunk. It pointed in the direction she wanted to go and said ‘The trail less konak escort traveled’ in faded, hand-painted red letters. ‘Someone paraphrased Robert Frost. Let’s go see why!’ she said.

We headed off in Gwen’s chosen direction. I followed Gwen. I wanted to enjoy not only the canyon scenery but also the view of her shapely ass as it moved in the loose skirt she wore. The trail was flat for a few hundred yards then began a steady, steep climb. After about a mile of continuous and sometimes very steep climbing Gwen looked over her shoulder at me. Her face was red from exertion.

‘I think I know why this is the trail less traveled.’ she said. ‘If this climb keeps up much longer, I’m going to suggest we turn back.’ I was almost as hot as Gwen looked. ‘It is steep. Pete was right. This is nothing like hiking in the Alps. Do you want to turn back now?’

‘No, let’s go on a bit further. It’s all downhill on the way back.’

‘That doesn’t mean it’s easier, Gwen. Going down is harder in some ways. You’ll be tired and more likely to fall and get hurt.’

‘I don’t want to turn back just yet. Let’s go just a little further.’

The trail leveled off a few hundred yards later and another trail came in from our right. We went around a bend in the trail and came upon a rock face. We could hear running water but didn’t see it immediately. In a recess in the cliff, a narrow stream of water fell from about thirty feet into a shallow, roughly triangular pool shaded by the rock face, then after another short drop into a narrow stream bed, ran down away from us toward a stand of alders. Gwen’s spirits brightened.

‘This is more like it!’ she said. ‘Let’s cool off and then we can have lunch under those trees.’ Gwen sat on a rock and took off her boots and socks. She lifted her skirt and waded into the pool. ‘This feels great!’ she cried out.

I took off my boots and socks, rolled up the legs of my pants and joined her. The water was cool and felt good on my overheated feet. We made our way over to the water fall and enjoyed the mist bouncing off the surface.

Gwen suddenly turned and hustled back toward her boots. She shed her blouse and skirt and then headed back to the waterfall. She went under it, still wearing her big floppy cotton hat and let the water wash over her. After I admired Gwen’s lithe figure for a moment, I figured, why not? I shed my shirt, tee shirt, and pants and joined her, wearing only my undershorts. The water felt great.

After we had cooled off, we made our way to a spot under the alders that was sheltered from view from the trail. The humidity was so low we were soon dry. I opened up the backpack and took out a blanket and spread it on the ground, then started to get dressed.

‘What are you doing?’ Gwen asked.

I was unsure what she meant by the question until I saw the smoky look in her eyes. Gwen put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She let go of my neck, reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the grass. Never breaking our kiss, she grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pushed them down where they pooled around my ankles. Not surprisingly, I was already erect.

Gwen reached around me and caressed my ass with one hand and pulled my hand to her breast with the other. She broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder as I caressed a nipple. ‘I’ve been waiting for some time alone with you since I spotted you at Norman Bridge.’ she whispered. A hand traced its way from my ass across my waist and then down the length of my cock, barely touching me the entire way. When it reached my testes, the hand gently tickled the back of my sac while it rested in her palm.

‘I want you in me,’ she breathed huskily, then stepped back. ‘But we can’t. I had a scare after I got home from Paris. I was late and terrified I was pregnant. I missed my period completely. But, just as I was considering making a doctor appointment, my next cycle came right on time.’

The sudden turn in the conversation put an immediate damper on my arousal. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said.

‘Don’t be. It wasn’t entirely your fault. It’s not like you pressured me or forced yourself on me. I was responsible, too. And it was my decision to have intercourse.’

‘Yeah, but it was you that was going to have a baby. You knew my name and that I was going to school in the US. You might not have ever found me again.’ I said.

Gwen smiled. ‘Oh, I would have looked for you. My father is pretty well-off. He would have hired an entire detective agency and upended heaven and hell to find the scum that got his little girl pregnant,’ she laughed. ‘But it doesn’t matter. I’m not and I found you anyway. That’s the important thing.’

‘Why didn’t you bring it up while we were walking the night we had dinner at that Italian restaurant? We spent a couple hours together. We could have talked about it then.’

‘I don’t know. I was really happy to see you. But I wasn’t sure if I would feel the same way in a more konyaaltı escort ordinary setting. Plus, I didn’t know how you would feel. Would you spend time with me only because of how we spent it in Europe? I thought you were happy to see me at Norman Bridge, but you seemed really taken aback and nervous, too,’ she told me.

‘I was nervous, Gwen. I was also surprised and really happy to see you again. And I’m not the kind of guy that would look to take advantage of you,’ I responded.

‘I knew that after our walk and dinner. All the same feelings came back. You were still sweet and open and honest. And I could tell you were glad to see me. But what convinced me you were a good guy was you walked me back to the dorm and never even asked for a kiss. The most suggestive thing you did was hold my hand.’

Gwen looked down at my now flaccid cock. ‘Maybe this wasn’t the best time to bring that all up. But I didn’t want things to go too far before I told you. And I didn’t want to talk about it on the telephone. We could never coordinate a chance to get together until today.’

‘So we need to cool it and take things slower?’ I asked?

‘I didn’t say that!’ she grinned. ‘We just have to be more careful and we shouldn’t go all the way for now. But I still want you! And I think we can come up with an idea or two.’

Gwen kissed me again. With as much passion as her earlier kiss. Our hands explored and caressed and we slowly worked our way down to lie facing each other on the blanket. I was erect again and Gwen’s hands soon found my cock and began to tease, using her feathery touch. Just when I thought I would go off, she let go of my cock, pushed me onto my back and straddled my head.

I could smell the musk of her arousal. I looked up at her pussy and could see she was wet. Her mons was pink behind her sparse, auburn curls. Her hand appeared and two fingers slid between her lips into her vagina. They slowly moved toward her clit, a trail of her slippery fluid following behind the fingers. I heard her inhale sharply when the fingers contacted her sensitive little button.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted my mouth toward her. My tongue slipped between her pussy lips and probed. Gwen groaned and lowered herself toward me. My tongue was lodged between her lips and I dragged it through her lips and across her clit. Gwen sighed loudly when my tongue contacted her clit. ‘I can’t begin to tell you how good that feels,’ she whispered.

Gwen shook and pressed herself onto my face and I sucked her clit in between my lips and flicked my tongue across it several times before the movement of her hips took her clit out of reach. I stuck my tongue into her again and her hips began moving her pussy back and forth on my lower face. Her clit dragged across my chin to my tongue and finally stopped at my nose before it reversed direction.

Suddenly, her pussy was gone. Gwen pivoted on her left knee and so she faced my feet, then lifted her left knee and again straddled my face. The entire move took seconds but it seemed like a month before my tongue was back on her clit. When my tongue reentered her, her upper torso collapsed forward, her breasts on my abdomen. Two hands fondled my testicles and I felt her hot breath just before my cock enveloped in her warm, wet mouth. Gwen’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock. Each time my tongue split her lips and entered her vagina, a short grunt emanated from deep in her chest. When my tongue flicked across her clit, Gwen groaned so loudly that I felt the vibration not only on my cock but also in my balls.

While my tongue licked and probed Gwen’s pussy, she sucked my cock. Her mouth was watering. Saliva ran down my shaft and soaked my balls. My cock was in warm, wet heaven. Gwen’s slick fluids coated my lips and tongue, and wet both cheeks. As I stuck my tongue into her, spasms began to ripple in her vagina. When I dragged my tongue across her clit, Gwen’s nervous system overloaded. Her mouth released my cock and she bolted upright. Her hips thrashed up and down my face. I moved my arms from the grip on her thighs and held her hips tightly. I pulled my mouth to her pussy, stuck my tongue into her vagina then moved to suck in her clit. Gwen shook violently and collapsed forward again.

This time, her mouth engulfed my entire cock, her lips bottoming out. I put two fingers in her and could feel the spasms in her vagina intensify as her orgasm continued. The head of my cock was lodged against the top of Gwen’s throat but it didn’t seem to affect her at all. When Gwen’s orgasm peaked a muffled scream vibrated through my cock and balls and I erupted. A contraction accompanied each ejaculation. The sudden flood of liquid caused Gwen to gag and she backed off a bit but her mouth never left my cock. Instead the suction increased and I could feel her swallow each time my cock spit out another stream of semen.

Gwen’s hips bucked and thrashed. Her hips rose up and her legs straightened, lifting my torso off the blanket. I was amazed at her strength. She only maintained the position for a few seconds before she collapsed back onto her knees. I never stopped alternating between fucking her with my tongue and licking her clit. My cock had stopped pumping cum when she released it from her mouth and bolted upright again.

The scorching heat spread throughout the room as the hot sunlight invaded the room. I stretched my sweaty body over the silk sheets, reaching over to feel the empty space where you had laid beside me. But I knew you were still there in the room. I could hear you softly breathing a few feet behind me.

I turned over to find you sitting at the end of the bed, just looking at me, that irresistible mischievous smile on your face. Your eyes scanned my naked figure, from my eyes, my lips, down my neck, my supple breasts, down to my navel, then settled between my legs. Your smile grew wider as your eyes seemed to burn into my flesh. I could feel my body tremble, a tingling sensation reach down to my sex.

I knew what you wanted, and as my hands came up to caress my breasts, I slowly spread my legs to give you a better view. You inhaled slowly as if trying to breathe in my scent. You simply continued to stare, your eyes suggesting what you wanted me to do. Obliging to your unspoken request, one hand slipped down from my breasts to my already wet slit. Your eyes met mine for kozan escort a moment.

“Play with your clit.” You didn’t ask; you demanded. And I, your ever-obedient servant, would never object to your commands. I slipped my fingers deeper into the folds of my wet pussy. I quickly brushed my fingertips over my clit, sending a sudden rush of pleasure throughout my body, unconsciously releasing a soft moan from my lips. You watched intently as I continued to slowly rub my clit, my other hand still fondling my breast, my fingers softly pinching my nipples.

“That’s a good girl,” you praised, enjoying my little show. “You like that don’t you? Playing with yourself in front of me?”

I moaned in response, nodding my head as I brought myself closer to climax. I looked over to you, the bulge in your sweats threatening to escape. Your eyes followed mine and the edge of your lips curled up mischievously. You began to pull down your sweats so painfully slow. “Is this what you want?” you teased. I licked my lips hungrily. You laughed. “Mmm, naughty kumluca escort girl. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.” Your voice was now rough, breathless. You looked directly into my eyes now, your hand slowly stroking your dick inside your sweats, the other reaching out to touch me for the first time.

“I want you in my mouth!” I begged desperately, without another thought. I wanted to reach out, pull your sweats down, fill my mouth with your hot long dick! But I quietly restrained myself, continuing to rub on my clit, harder and faster now.

You finally pulled off your sweats in one quick move, exposing your massive erection. “Is this what you want?” you asked, as you slowly stroked your dick. I nodded again, but said nothing, waiting for you to grant me permission. You were now on your knees, positioned between my legs. You slowly stroked the tip of your dick up and down my wet pussy as you continued to watch me rub my clit. “Is this where you want it?”

I was so lost, so close to the edge that I didn’t care! I lara escort just wanted you inside me! I raised my hips, wanting to force you to slide inside me, but you pulled back. “Say it!” you demanded! “Tell me what you want!”

I was beyond restraint! My mind so gone now, I screamed out “I want you to fuck me!!”

In one quick movement, you thrust your hard dick deep into me, moaning loudly at the pleasure of my pussy wrapped tightly around you. There was nothing sweet and sensual about the way you fucked me! It was rough, wild, and uninhibited. I was yours to do what you would, but I knew you wanted me just as badly and you were as much under my control.

You buried your face in my shoulder to muffle the moans as I dug my nails into your back. You drove your dick deeper and harder into me with each thrust. It wasn’t long until you finally brought me over the edge and my body shook uncontrollably against yours. I felt your body tense up and I knew you were close. I wrapped my legs around your hips, and in one quick moment, you moaned loudly, riding out the wave of pleasure of your orgasm, filling me with your warm seed. I held you tightly against my body as it all subsided, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

You buried your face back into my neck, kissing me softly. You brought your lips to my ear and softly whispered, “Good morning.”

Jennifer Brown downed the rest of her drink in two burning swallows. Her heart was pounding and she felt light-headed, as though she was standing at the edge of a precipice.

It was happening. It was finally happening. All her dreams, all her fantasies of being touched, of being seduced, of being gloriously fucked, they were about to come true.

She took a deep breath and angled a sultry look at the visiting manager. She had handled paperwork for him, so she knew his name was ‘Mr Richard Pearson’. But he hadn’t offered it, and she hadn’t offered hers. She was not in the least offended that he had not recognised her even after spending the better part of a working day at his beck and call. More than anything she was thrilled with the total success of her new persona.

“Well,” she replied, still a little breathless, “Who am I to stand in the way of your happiness?”

She heard a faint growl as he pushed away from the bar, and grasped her elbow, manoeuvring her out into the lobby and toward the lifts. His hand drifted briefly and possessively down over her bottom, but with a superhuman effort he controlled himself and rested it instead on her hip.

She smiled at him. “I didn’t mind,” she whispered, as the doors rolled apart and they stepped forward into the lift together, “You can touch me anywhere.”

The doors closed and he pushed her against the back wall, trapping her there with his body. She shivered, and spoke huskily against his ear, “I want you to touch me everywhere.”

He groaned and ground his hips against hers. She could feel his erection straining against his trousers, and longed to explore its outline with her fingers, but there was no space between their bodies. The dampness between her thighs became an insistent throbbing.

She wanted him to fuck her right now, wanted kestel escort him to pound her violently against the wall of the lift. But she also wanted him to fuck her slowly, to make these feelings last for hours. She wanted everything all once. She had waited much too long for this.

The lift chimed as it reached his floor and the prosaic sound calmed her a little. She pushed him away firmly, but smiled. “Shall we reconvene somewhere a little more comfortable?”

“God yes,” he muttered, and she squealed in surprise and excitement when he suddenly reached around her and swept her up in his arms. He fairly ran down the corridor and only replaced her feet on the ground at the threshold of his room, to fumble with the keycard. Jennifer was breathless. No one had carried her anywhere since she was about six years old. She wanted to giggle. Giddy elation buoyed her.

The door swung open. Jennifer had briefly wondered how this part of the evening would go. Would he offer her another drink? Would it be awkward? Would she know what to do? Would her inexperience suddenly be exposed?

She need not have worried. Richard Pearson had had enough of talk, it seemed. He pulled her inside the door, and maneuvered her swiftly and expertly so that the door slammed shut with the weight of their bodies falling against it. He shoved one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and the other started roughly dragging her skirt up over her thigh. She was just as enthusiastic, pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers and pulling sharply at the opening at his neck. Buttons popped noisily. She loved that he didn’t seem to care. Mr Pearson the Manager would have cared very much. This man was blind to everything but his lust for her. It thrilled her to the core. She spread her hands over the kırıkhan escort exposed part of his chest, glorying in the texture of the coarse hair under her fingers.

He groaned and instructed hoarsely, ‘Unbutton your blouse.’ His hand had managed to ruck her skirt right to her waist and his fingers had found the wet and swollen tissues between her thighs. He began rubbing her firmly through her panties. Her breath was ragged but she did as she was told. Her generous breasts were exposed, pushed up and spilling out like a Playboy model’s thanks to a miracle of modern engineering. Looking down at her own lush cleavage all evening had even been turning her on.

Mr Pearson seemed to agree they were something special. He groaned and dragged his hand from her hair to explore and caress her breast. His thumb found her hardened nipple, and strummed it gently. Between that and the firm rhythmic pressure through her soaked panties her knees went weak.

Desperate not to come so soon and so obviously, she groped forward for his crotch. More by luck than expertise she managed to close her hand around a straining shaft. She pumped it quickly through the cloth of his trousers then reached for the button and zip and set it free. She dropped to her knees, bereft to lose his erotic caresses, but giddy with excitement at getting to try something she had imagined and fantasied about for a very long time.

Possibly she should have acted with more finesse, but in her enthusiasm she simply opened her mouth and slurped his hot, silky cock as deep into her mouth as she could. He gave a strangled cry and just for a moment she hesitated, but a second later his hand was at the back of her head, guiding her forward again. “God, you can’t stop there,” he groaned.

Jennifer didn’t want to stop. kızılay escort She sucked and licked and slurped and gagged, then went straight back in to do it all again. Groans and obscene encouragements let her know she was doing something right, and the excitement was mutual.

She wasn’t nearly done when he suddenly reached down and grasped her elbows, dragging her to her feet.

“What – “

But he was already forcing her to turn, whipping her around to face the closed door of the hotel room. Her skirt was still up around her waist, her flimsy panties were dragged aside. Had she wanted to object (she had not) she would scarcely have had time to before her slick, tight pussy was abruptly impaled on his rampaging iron-hard cock. They both cried out simultaneously at the wonder of the feeling.

Jennifer felt like she was being stretched beyond bearing, it was painful and intense and bright lights burst before her eyes. Then he drew back and thrust again and the pain was less – pleasure rippled through her. A third merciless thrust and she actually bucked back against him a little – the feeling was fucking incredible.

As though she had given some secret signal, he began to pump faster. One hand was steady on her hip and the other reached around to play with her aching nipple. The sensation made her pussy contract involuntarily, and that intensified the pressure of his fucking even more. She could no longer control the sounds she was making. There were no words left.

Her orgasm felt like a drowning. Hiccoughing and sobbing, she begged him incoherently not to stop as her whole body began to convulse. Her pussy gushed warm fluid but she scarcely noticed, especially once his release began, following hard on the heels of her own. A final frantic pumping and a drawn out cry of painful pleasure and with that his body was as limp and spent as hers.

After a few moments of no sound but two people breathing heavily, she straightened up and turned her head. Perspiration was still drying on both their faces but her eyes were gleaming as she met his gaze.

“Let’s do that again,” she said.

My best friend Sandy and I have worked together for 2 years. We have taken trips together, gone out drinking, had some good times. She has recently divorced, while I am happily married. Last weekend, we decided to we needed a girls’ night out. We decided to have a male friend of mine drop us off at the club for a night of drinks and pool. We were dressed for a night of fun, both of us in black dresses, mine tight black velvet with a plunging neckline, hers rather short, showing off her ample thighs in black fishnet stockings. Six inch spiked heels for both of us, topping off our attire.

When we arrived at the club, Jake left us, rather reluctantly, at the front door. I noticed a group of young men standing in the parking lot, all of whom just so happened to notice us. We entered the door, paying our cover fee, and obtaining our cues. We have a particular waitress we both prefer, and she noticed us right away. After ordering our drinks, we began to set up the table for a game of nineball. Heads were beginning to turn right away as I bent over the table to square the rack. The hem of my dress rising to expose the top of my stockings. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we were on our way to a rather enjoyable evening. The table beside us had now been occupied by 3 of the young men I had noticed in the parking lot.

Sandy and I are pretty good at pool, better than most, I suppose, but she was getting the better of me, as we joked and teased each other about the game. The guys at the next table seemed to enjoy our rivalry. I had to make a rather difficult shot, and from my angle, my only chance was to sit on the corner of the table, and angle my shot at the side pocket. As I climbed up onto the table, being certain not to completely close my legs, I stradled the corner pocket just enough to allow a slight glance at my crotchless black satin panties. Sandy was standing behind me, eyeballing my shot, her long hair brushing across my shoulders. I noticed the guys had now kemalpaşa escort stopped to take a good look. The waitress came over to refill our drinks, and I missed my shot, to Sandys’ enjoyment. One of my heels had fallen to the floor while I was on the table, and now, before me stood a tall, rather handsome blue eyed fellow. He bent over to pick up my heel,and his face was now inches from my crotch. Looking down at him, I could tell by the smile on his face, he was enjoying this. Placing my heel onto my foot, he stood, taking my hand to help me down. His two friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. The young man who had helped me out was Shawn. The guys asked if they could buy us a drink.

Sandy and I agreed, and soon we were all laughing and shooting pool, Sandy and I teasing the guys as we would bend over way too far to make our shots. Soon, one of the guys, Dave, said we should place bets on our game. We agreed to play teams, Sandy and I against Dave, Shawn, and Brian. I wasnt fond of the odds, but the losers paid the table fees, so the game was on. The waitress came over with a round of drinks, and I was beginning to feel the few I had already drank. It was my turn to make a shot, and I stumbled as I leaned down to eyeball the angle. Shawn came to my aid, once again, as I laughed and leaned against the table. Placing his hand on my hip to steady me, he stood behind me, leaning down close to my face as I felt his hand slide up my dress. Sandy and the guys were sitting on stools in the corner talking and laughing, both guys with their eyes glued to her. Of course, I missed my shot as Shawns’ hand slid further up my dress and across my ass. Turning around to face him, he kissed me, his tongue brushing across my lips. Sandy and I were both rather intoxicated by this time, and she asked if I needed to go to the little girls’ room, I said yes, and the guys ordered another round of drinks from our waitress as we walked away. In the restroom, kemer escort Sandy and I decided these guys were hot enough, and we wanted to see what else they were good at.

Walking back to the table, Sandy told Dave that we thought we would call our friend to come take us home. Of course he said that wasnt necessary, he, Brian and Shawn could give us a ride home. We agreed, paid our table fees and left with them. It had started to rain as we stepped out the door and got into their Explorer. Dave was driving, and Sandy took the passenger seat. I was in the middle between Shawn and Brian in the back seat, which was just fine with me. My long dark hair was soaked from the rain. Brian had been pretty quiet for most of the evening, but he began to come around as his hand rested on my knee in the cramped backseat. I had one hand on Shawns thigh, the other resting in my lap. Shawn was running his hand through my hair, when all of a sudden, he forcefully brought my face into his as his tongue probed my mouth, fighting with my own tongue. Suddenly, Brians’ hand slipped up my dress, and before I knew it, I was being invaded by these two guys. I pulled away from them, pressing my heels into the floorboard, and raising my dress to expose my now throbbing pussy. I leaned over, placing my face in Shawns’ lap and brought my legs up to rest in Brians’. As Shawn unzipped his pants to expose his stiff cock, Brian slid two fingers into my tight cunt. I could hear Sandy and Dave in the front, and now noticed that we were no longer moving, I didnt know where we were and didnt really seem to give a damn at the moment. I just wanted these two guys any way I could get them. Brian moved my legs, and managed to remove his own pants, positioning me on my knees. He moved around behind me, and I felt his fat cockhead at my opening. Placing my lips around Shawns cockhead, and hungrily sucking his entire shaft into my mouth, as Brian began fucking me, his hands on my hips, pulling at the keşan escort straps of my garter, I could hear muffled moans from the front seat.

She must be sucking him off, I thought. Shawn had his hands tangled in my hair, pushing and pulling my mouth up and down his shaft, fucking my mouth as if it were the last piece of ass he would ever get. Brian was reaming my asshole with his finger as his cock plunged in and out of my pussy. I felt a rush of heat, and the walls of my pussy began to convulse. I couldnt get enough of these two cocks, I bucked back against Brian as he reamed 2 fingers in and out of my asshole, he grabbed my hair with his free hand, and pulled my head back, “Tell me you want it.” he said, I couldnt say anything, as my orgasm had now taken over. My mouth was bobbing up and down on Shawns cock as he pushed my head down, cumming down my throat. I swallowed hard, just in time to let out a loud groan as my pussy convulsed around Brians’ cock, sending my juices running down his balls. I quickly turned around, taking his balls into my hand, and his cock into my mouth, licking my juices off his cock. As I squeezed his balls in my hand, I impaled my mouth down his shaft, sucking hard on my way back up, he took my head into both his hands, and shoved his cock into the back of my throat, holding me there as he came. I heard Sandy laugh in the front seat, as she said, “You take it girl”. I swallowed as I felt Brians grip on my head loosen. My swollen cunt lips soaked of my own juices, I licked the remainder of their cum from my lips as I slowly pulled my dress back down, and took my place in the middle of the seat. Dave asked if we were ready to go and we were on our way home.

When we arrived at Sandys’ house, Dave got out and opened her door for her as they shared a good bye kiss. Brian opened his door and helped me out, my heels in my hand. Shawn had came around to this side too, and kissed me, whispering, “Thank you” into my ear. Brian put his arms around my waist and kissed me. Sandy and I walked into the house as the guys drove away. We decided we would have to have these nights out more often, and I called Jake to take me home. I had just had a wonderful fuck, with two great guys, now it was time to go home to my husband… freshly fucked and ready for more.