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Let me tell you a story of my progression from a house wife to a …, well I’ll let you decide.

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Part 1 – Beginnings

My husband, Jon had been promoted and required he moved to another city. We didn’t mind as we had started to think of moving anyway. We now had just enough money to put down a payment on a small house in a nice tree lined road on the edge of a well serviced suburb. The street only had houses on one side, across the road was a nature reserve of light bush and paddocks. The house had a private well fenced garden that had been well looked after, with a large tool shed to one side. There was a tall hedge at the front that hid the house from the quiet street, and a small fish pond. After the small apartment it was bliss, our own place. It needed a fair bit doing to it, but although Jon was enthusiastic he was not really a handyman, having spent his life behind desks. But he was willing to give it a go, something I loved about him.

It was about a week after we moved in that we met Old Henry as we called him, our neighbour. He was a pleasant old man in his sixties, who always seemed to be dressed in a pair of overalls day or night.

Jon was doing something to the gate, that was faulty and Henry came out to introduce himself and see if he could give Jon a hand. Apparently it needed some small part and he told Jon luckily he had the part in his shed and he’d go and get it, then show Jon how to fix it properly. When they finished Jon invited Henry in for a cup of tea, and that’s when I met him for the first time. Little did I know then that this meeting would change my life.

He was tall and slim with a pleasantly lined face and mop of white hair. He shook my hand and I said to sit down as I made the tea. He asked us where we had lived before and why we had moved. Then we asked him how long he’d been here, the usual halting conversation one has with people one has just met. We discovered he was retired and lived alone; his wife had died a couple of years earlier from cancer. He had a daughter who lived overseas who he saw occasionally. He enjoyed lawn bowls a couple of times a week with his mates. He didn’t stay long, as he said he just wanted to say hello, and we parted at the gate they had just fixed.

Over the following months as winter moved into spring we got to know Henry better, and he us. He was always polite and never overstayed his welcome. He had lived an interesting life, but unlike a lot of older men didn’t continually harp on about the good old days. Jon and he developed a good friendship. He’d help Henry if he needed a bit of muscle and Henry would help Jon with advice and help with the renovations.

Spring moved to summer and the weather got warmer and I suppose this is when the whole thing started. I was working in the garden, it was hot and I was wearing an old cotton blouse I’d had for ages. A couple of buttons were missing from the top and due to it being hot I’d forgone my bra. My breasts are what men would call generous, and often draw attention to themselves when I’m in mixed company. Like all women we just put up with the ogling, sometimes quite enjoying it, even teasing the ogler by leaning over to create a bigger cleavage, silly really. With the buttons missing from my blouse I was showing I suppose a lot of cleavage, but it never occurred to me that this would change my life.

I heard the doorbell and walked around the edge of the house to see Henry standing holding a letter. As I walked towards him I could see rather than look at my face his gaze was fixed on my breasts that were swaying as I approached him. I was suddenly aware of my dress, as he must have realized he was staring and smiled up at me looking a bit sheepish. He held up a letter explaining it had been delivered to his box by accident, and handed it over to me. I took it and asked whether it being hot he’d like a cool drink. He said that would be lovely and followed me around the back of the house. I told him to sit down in a shaded area that we had set up with a table and chairs, and, excused myself and went in to get the drinks. I thought I should also dress a bit more appropriately and so I donned a bra and another more modest blouse.

As I walked out with a tray and drinks I noticed a change come over Henry’s face. Was it disappointment, shame, chagrin, I’m not sure but the conversation was a bit stilted, which was unusual as we normally got along well. After a short time, he excused himself and left.

For the following week or so he seemed to avoid us, which was unusual as I nearly always saw him a couple of times a week. I mentioned this to Jon and the event earlier about my modesty that I thought might have brought us to this. That evening after looking at the incident from all angles we realized I had offended him, almost as if I had treated him like a dirty old man perving on me. Jon agreed and we tried to think of a way to recover the goodwill we had with him. I argued that I didn’t mind him looking anadolu yakası escort at my body, after all he did live alone and had no female company and what harm did it do. Jon agreed, what did it matter, after all he like looking at my tits, and would I remind him of how they did look, as he started to undo my blouse, well as you can imagine one thing led to another…

The following day I suggested to Jon that he invite Henry over for a snack lunch on Sunday, which he did. We often did this so it was nothing unusual, and I did a bit of shopping in preparation for the day. It was about 12.30 when I heard Jon welcome Henry and it being a warm sunny day, he invited him to sit in the back garden. He said I was getting some food together and would be out in a minute. I heard them talking and after giving them a few minutes to get settled opened the kitchen door and came out into the garden with a couple of bottles of beer.

They both looked towards me as the screen door slammed shut and I could see both men glance quickly down at my chest as I walked towards them, a smile appearing on both their faces.

I could feel my breasts swaying as I approached, bra-less under the thin semitransparent silk blouse with the top three buttons undone. The cleavage of my breasts was clearly visible as were my nipples. I leaned over the table as I put down the bottles and saw Henry eyes widen as my breasts fell forward pushing the front of the blouse out, my hanging breasts creating a fine cleavage. I continued to bend over, wiping the table with a cloth I had brought out. The movement of my arms shook my breasts even more as I worked before carefully replacing the bottles in front of the men. I stood up my nipples forming small bumps in the cloth and after smiling at them turned and started back into the house to fetch the food. Jon rose and told Henry to stay there as he would help me. In the reflection I could see Henry hands leave the table and disappear underneath as he watched me. I knew he was adjusting his clothing and wondered, smiling, if had I tweaked his old cock?

Jon smiled at me as we got the food together, he told me I was a wicked woman wantonly showing yourself like that. I know I said, but I felt it is a small gift to a lonely old man and besides I was showing him nothing more than one could see down the beach every day. True he’d replied and coming closer grasped my breasts as he kissed me before he undid another button, Jon, I exclaimed enough chuckling, he might have a heart attack.

Jon picked up a tray of food and I followed with plates, cutlery and condiments. Again I could see Henry eyes drifting to my breasts as they performed their magical movements with every step I took. As I approached the table his hands were suddenly lifted and placed before him on the table and he did look a little guilty as he shuffled in the chair. I again bent over to hand out the plates and place the rest of the tray on the table.

It was a lovely day, mild and we chatted about this and that as we enjoyed the food and drinks. I indulged in only a small wine as it does go to my head and Henry seemed to be his old self again. After a couple of hours, he bid his leave and we walked him to the gate, as he turned to say his farewell I bent forward and pecked him on the cheek my breasts lightly touching his chest and he was gone.

We walked back to the house and I undid the last two buttons of the blouse and opened it wider revealing my full breasts, nipples in full view hard and erect in excitement. As we walked Jon slid his arm over my shoulder, his fingers quickly finding my right nipple which he gently squeezed and I knew within minutes his cock would be inside me.

The renovation of the house slowly took shape and Henry gave Jon a lot of help and tools to assist. He was always quiet about it and never forced his way into our home. His advice was always given freely and whenever he assisted, it was to help Jon do the job rather than him do it and Jon stand around helpless. I liked Henry a lot for that. They would occasionally go down to the pub as Henry had roped Jon into the darts team as a reserve and Jon quite liked the blokey camaraderie. I think he also enjoyed Henry’s company.

Several weeks went by and Jon was out at the pub as Henry had asked if he could play as another player was taken ill. They were all in their sixties, so it was not unusual. Leaving the TV on, the quiet sounds filling the house with a presence, I had gone to bed early that night as I was tired. I was just dozing when I heard the front door close. I lay for a while hearing the quiet sounds of conversation thinking it was the TV, then realising I was thirsty, and hoped I wasn’t going down with a bug decided to get up and grab a drink of water and find out how Jon had performed. I got up, my knee length simple transparent nylon nightie brushing my legs as I made my way into the kitchen. Imagine the surprise I got when ataşehir escort I discovered Jon had brought home Henry as well and the two were sitting down in the lounge with a bottle each of beer. They both smiled and I was caught like a rabbit in the headlights. I could see Henry’s eyes quickly moving down my body. My nakedness was quiet visible through the thin material, from the darkness of my nipples to the shadowy triangle between my thighs. Oh, I remember saying that I wasn’t expecting him back with company, and turned to leave when Jon asked if I could get them another beer and maybe a plate of cheese and biscuits.

I looked back at him stopping and was about to say maybe I should put on some more clothes, when he said jokingly, what are you waiting for woman that I knew I would just have to go with the flow no matter what I was wearing. I turn back and went about fulfilling Jon’s request knowing the eyes of the two men were following my every move, or rather my body’s move. The living area of our house had a kitchen at one end and the lounge at the other, between which we had an isle bench where at least I could hide my pubes from Henry’s eyes as I made up the plate of nibbles. I took two beers from the fridge and poured some water for myself and this time I had to reveal myself as I walked them over to where they were sitting and placed them on the coffee table. I was about to leave when Jon said for me to join them and indicated a chair opposite Henry. I was again a little flustered but obeyed him with a smile and crossing my legs sat down my barely covered breasts clearly visible to both of them.

The fact that we talked for another half an hour seemed unreal to me, and I could see my semi-nakedness had an effect on the two men, as they struggled to get comfortable without resorting to thrusting their hands down their trouser fronts, though they smiled all the time. I could see the appreciation in both their eyes. Finally, Henry got up thanking me and said he should leave and let us go to bed. Jon saw him to the front door and I heard Henry thanking him for the beer. I wondered if he should thank him for revealing me in front of him. The door closed and I waited until he returned, his chuckle almost made me mad, I said it was not right to tease the old man that way, but I also found a smile go to my face when I thought at least he saw me and seemed to enjoy it. That night Jon stroked me gently my excitement already half primed by being displayed. It was then that I realized I liked being displayed like this, it certainly turned me on, Jon as well.

Summer continued and I enjoyed lying out in the garden in the white bikini I had bought as a treat for myself and of course Jon. My slim figure with large breasts looked fantastic, with the top two tiny triangles barely covering my nipples let alone my breasts and the bottom half was just a thong. The front, and there was only a front as the back was just a thin string that cut through my anal ring. The item was so small I had to tidy the sides of the hair around my pubes and labia to stop it being seem. Jon had told me not to shave completely as he like the feel of my fur as he called it. I told him I would not be wearing it on the beach, I would wear my more sensible one for that occasion, but in the garden it felt wonderful. From the back it looked as though I wasn’t wearing anything, and I suppose in a way I wasn’t.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and as I lay there face down in my bikini when I felt as though someone was watching me. I lifted my head up to see Henry standing on the pathway at the side of the house. He said hi and apologized for suddenly appearing telling me he’d pressed the bell but there was no sound, but he knew I was in as he could hear the radio. I remembered Jon had told me to get some new batteries as he had tested it a couple of days before. I smiled and said that was OK. He stared at me as I rolled over and stood up to face him, a look of delight in his face as stammering he again apologized, saying I looked lovely. I quickly looked down to check I was at least decent. Well my nipples were concealed and I felt I didn’t want to look any lower as this might bring more attention to myself, if that was possible.

I walked over to him and asked him whether he wanted anything to drink, he said no but he needed a hand for just a moment, if I wasn’t doing anything. Sure I said, no problem, and asked what it was. He explained he needed to get a box out of the attic with some old papers in it. It was in the ceiling just by the hatch. He’d get it himself but he was a little unsteady on ladders. I said fine and was about to go into the house to put on something more suitable when a little voice said in my head that it would seem silly doing that when here I was standing in front of him dressed or undressed this way. I smiled and said of course, did he want to do it right away, to which he replied that it was a bit urgent as it contained documents ümraniye escort from his dead wife he need for information. Fine, I said as he stood aside to let me pass and we walked up the side pathway, this of course meant he had a full unhindered view of my near naked back. The flimsy straps across my back and rising up between my buttocks did little to cover my body. I approached the gateway and suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach when I realized I would have to go out into the street dressed this way to get next door. I gritted my teeth and after opening the door stood aside to let Henry pass and go around and open his gate. I followed, thankful that we lived in a quiet street and no one was around at the moment. I slipped inside the relative security of his garden, hidden like ours behind a high hedge. The door was open and we entered. I had been inside on several occasions, and followed him towards an old wooden stepladder that was standing in the hallway at the rear of the house.

He gestured to the hatchway and explained it just needed to be pushed up. It was hinged on one side, and the box was just to the left as we stood there. He explained the stepladder was a bit rickety as it was quite old but it would hold me without any problems. I looked up at the high ceiling and back at him, fine I said, but maybe he should hold the base of the ladder once I was on it. I started up and he was right the stepladder was a bit shaky. As I reached half way up I felt him take hold of the stepladder steadying it and looked down to see him smiling as he looked up, his face barely a foot away from my almost naked buttocks. I moved up further and reaching up pushed the hatch open. As he had said, it was hinged and I continued to climb until I could push it right open. I quickly looked down again and maybe it was my imagination but it looked as if there was only one hand on the ladder now. By now I was almost in the attic and wondered how much of my nether regions he could see as I was presenting him with a fine sight of my buttocks. He encouraged me, saying the box was just to one side. I looked in and sure enough I could see it. Taking hold to move it I realized it was not heavy, light enough for me to lift. I started down the stepladder a little unstable as I was not able to hold on, having both hands on the box. I almost missed my step and Henry quickly grabbed me around my naked hips guiding me down. Four more steps and I was on the ground and passed it to him, which he put on a small table. Well done he had said as he smiled and thanked me again asking if I would like a cup of tea, to which I said yes and followed him as he took the box into his kitchen.

It felt a bit odd me sitting almost naked in an old man’s kitchen as we sipped on the excellent tea he had made. He seemed to like good things, tea included. As we talked he opened the box and after rummaging inside for a bit brought another small box and opening it revealed several photographs. He told me that seeing me dressed as lovely as I was today reminded him of his wife and he pulled out a color photograph of a young woman in a bikini, a far more modest affair than mine I noted. I was amazed when he said it was his wife. She was beautiful and like me full figured. I could see his face looking wistful as he took it back from me. Those were many years ago he sighed. The photograph looked very professional and I asked whether it had been taken in a studio. He replied that he had taken it, as he had always enjoyed photography and maybe one day he could show me and Jon some of his work.

I said yes that would be good. He then looked up thoughtfully and asked me if I could do him a favor and I said of course as he did so much for us. Then he stunned me by asking if he could take some photos of me today in my bikini. I was taken back a bit by his request and sat thinking for a moment before I smiled and replied that of course he could. Fine he said and went off to get his camera. I sat wondering whether this was a good idea, a neighbor taking photographs of me as scantily dressed as I was today. But he had always been very polite to both Jon and I so I thought what harm could it do?

He returned with an expensive looking Nikon and I was about to go out in the garden when he said no, it would be better inside, as the day was too bright. I was surprised but he explained for the best images one needs contrast, especially to show off my beautiful curves. I blushed a bit as he said it so matter of factually. He directed me to stand by a window, against a dark curtain. And for the next few minutes had me pose, turning me so the light shone on me from different directions. I wondered what Jon would think of him doing this, as I actually like posing for him, I could feel a little tingle in my pussy as I stood before him dressed so scantily. His absolute focus on the various parts of my body with the camera, seem to remove the fact that there was a man behind the lens doing it. I must admit it surprised me but I did enjoy it even obliging him by bending over and looking back at the camera between my open legs. He told me I was great, and promised to give me the shots when he had checked them over. I replied that I’d look forward to that, but that I’d better go as I had a few chores to do and I moved to leave.

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Thursday- the ever-hated day of the staff meeting. Ugh! What an incessant hassle! Sitting in a room full of higher-ups to watch them all have a dick-waving contest has NEVER been my idea of “increased productivity!” Today however, it managed to serve as a pretty effective countdown timer.

“No, no. I don’t need you here. It’s just the stupid staff meeting. Go home and spend some time with your wife while she’s off work,” I conned my counterpart to enjoy a decent lunch for a change.

I teased him with the fact that I was now alone. My implication crystal-clear, I convinced him to sneak away for a little visit. While I waited, I even went so far as to set the stage by turning off the glaring overhead lights, leaving only the desk lights on to bathe the room in a soft glow.

The instant the door closed behind him, I strode across the room. Without pretext, I leaned in, invading his space, standing mere centimeters in front of him. I stretched my petite form to its full height of 4’11”. After a few seconds charged with anticipation, he lowered his head to mine. Our lips met, softly at first, teasing almost. With a groan- mine or his? – the kiss deepened. Our tongues met in an incessant battle, each of us seeking to draw the other in.

His hands found my hips, then slid back to cup the softly rounded cheeks of my ass as he pulled me against him. Mine reached up to grip his firm arms in complete agreement. Then, without breaking the kiss, he walked me backward, not stopping until my stance was broken by the small round table halfway across the room. He lowered me gently down on the table, still devouring my own lips with his.

He broke off the kiss then, and leaned back away from me, though he still remained firmly ensconced between my parted thighs. His hands, freed from supporting my weight, began to explore. He found each of my breasts, kneading the soft globes through my clothes. Then he snatched my tee shirt free from the waistband of my pants istanbul escort to stroke the newly-bared flesh. His fingertips teased over every inch of the smooth skin of my belly, then slid higher to graze across the upper part of my breasts not covered by my bra. I could feel his piercing stare caressing my flesh almost as well as his touch as he looked down at me while he pushed the offending fabric upward, forcing my breasts to spill out from beneath it.

I sighed quietly when he lowered his head and his lips followed the same path of his hands. I felt my skin break out in goose flesh as his soft teasing kisses trailed upward from my belly button, along my side, finally stopping at the rosy peak adorning my right breast. I found his head with my hands then, arching my back as I pulled him to me, encouraging him to deepen his kiss. He obliged my silent request, closing his lips around the nipple before drawing it and the surrounding skin sharply between his teeth. I rewarded him with a gasp and tightened the hold my hands had on his head, further arching my back to meet his onslaught. He suckled deeply for a moment, then moved to the left breast to lavish it with the same savage attention.

He continued his path upward, trailing fiery kisses along my chest and up the side of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, grinding my hips against his hardness. My hands still on his head, I turned back into his kiss.

Our lips met again and again, wildly, almost violently this time. My moans as his hands renewed their exploration of my breasts were muffled as he squeezed and kneaded the tender flesh while his tongue darted past my teeth. I held his hips in an iron grip, my legs wrapped firmly around him, seeking to mimic what I really wanted, to feel him driving into me as he had before.

Finally, after what seemed avcılar escort an eternity of making out on the table like teenagers, he broke off our kiss and stepped back away from me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him then, completely dazed and somewhat confused by his sudden withdrawal.

“You have to go to the staff meeting,” he said, motioning to the clock on the wall. “12:20” it mocked me. The weekly staff meeting was at 12:30, and in the next building. I stood up then, quickly rearranging my disheveled state to some semblance of professionalism.

“I have time. I want to taste you,” I emphasized my statement with a mock pout.

“No you don’t. It’s 12:20. You’ve only got about 5 minutes,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“That’s more than enough time,” I grinned devilishly, and reached for him, one hand finding his belt while the other zeroed in on the prominent bulge beneath it.

He sighed at me then, almost argumentatively, but I wasn’t taking “No,” for an answer. Not today. Not after that. I pushed him defiantly backward until he was forced to lean back against the conference table.

I quickly loosened his belt and snatched apart the buttons on his fly. Just as quickly, I separated the now open flaps of his pants and grabbed at the waistband of his boxer-briefs. I pulled them down with me as I lowered myself to kneel before him. He sprang free, rock-hard and begging for my attention, just as my knees made contact with the floor.

I gave one slight flick of my tongue to lap at the drop of pre-come formed on the tip, then I wrapped my lips around him. For a second, just around the head, then I took in more and more of him. I lavished every inch with my tongue as I swallowed him, inch by delicious inch.

Finally, I felt my lips make contact with the base and his head tease deliciously along the back of my throat. Perfectly moistened by the tongue bath I had administered as I took him into my warm şirinevler escort mouth, I now slid up and down his shaft easily. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed at his hip, pulling him to me as much as I propelled myself into him. Each stroke of my lips along his length renewed the fire we had just created. As he neared his orgasm and grew even harder against my tongue, I felt my own juices flow. Stroke after stroke, I slid him deep into my mouth and down my throat. As my pace quickened to a fevered pitch, muffled moans escaped from between my lips, vibrating along the length of him.

He tangled his fingers into my hair, grabbing my head to pull me closer still. I heard a soft moan filter down from him then, as he twitched against my tongue. Then his fluid released, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his warm, salty liquid. I drew my lips tighter around him, not wanting to waste a single drop, as I swallowed all that he offered me.

Once his release subsided, I eased the pressure of my lips, still surrounding him fully as I gently pulled away from him. Once he was free, I slid my tongue softly up and down the length of his now-softening shaft, lest I miss any of the precious fluid. When I was satisfied with my clean-up job, I pulled the waistband of his underwear back up and released it to settle back into position.

I stood up then, allowing him to finish refastening his pants. My eyes sought the clock. It was 12:24. I smiled at him then, indicating the offending timepiece. “See? Told you I had plenty of time!” I taunted him gently, a wicked gleam in my eye.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” was his smart-ass reply. He pulled me back to him then, meeting my lips for one more of his amazing kisses. “Now get out of here before you’re late!” he ordered sternly.

“Yes, sir!” I did my best to sound obedient, as I reached down to adjust my sopping-wet panties, allowing my fingertips a second of extra time to brush against my heated, throbbing flesh.

Then, I opened the door to peek out. Once I ascertained that no spying eyes would see, I allowed him to precede me out the door. One quick flip of my fingertips, and it was locked. With only seconds to spare, I made it over to the next building and into the conference room, still trying to wipe the grin off my face as I slid into my seat.

To be continued…

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The bellboy wrangled a fine piece of ass for Ransome Farrell. Accustomed to dealing with gringo businessmen the kid used one smooth bilingual patter.

After suggesting an obligatory bottle of whiskey and setups, the boy seamlessly advanced the likelihood of very compliant female company. Or if the well-tailored guest were so bent, a certain kind of young man.

The prissy head clerk jockeying the reception desk probably saw such tawdriness as affronts to his position. Mixed somewhere in his injured dignity was an adage concerning little power swelling small people. Above it all as the head man might’ve professed, Farrell never doubted he raked his percentage from those working girls (or boys) plying their upstairs.

The idea of such “relaxation” agreed with Farrell. It punctuated leaving Argentina and arriving in Mexico.

His North American return lacked drama. Pilot, co-pilot and sexy flight attendant shared an Embraer with him. The woman hinted at being the mothering kind. If he hadn’t spotted the wedding ring circling her finger, the jet’s cabin offered spaciousness enough for incestuous relations.

Farrell’s paucity of luggage merited no raised eyebrows at reception. Most of the clothes he’d bought and worn in Buenos Aires remained there as donations. In the garment bag he brought pressed several suits, dress shirts and one thin supple black leather jacket. His leather carry-on held shoes and shaving kit. Other than the last item everything else originated from descendant Milanese tailors or cobblers. They’d get little use in Solipaz, Mexico.

Needing more practical clothing he’d forwarded a list to the New York office. Someone should’ve retrieved those items from his apartment and shipped them. Indeed the hotel clerk verified that suitcases waited in his room. A package also.

He signed in under his Argentine passport. Knowing how Latino staffs gossiped, especially at lofty addresses, Farrell assumed kinship might lower certain cultural hurdles. As an “Argentine” he’d enjoy less smiling animosity than a gringo.

The purple and gold embossed document presented shook the clerk’s sangfroid. Throat-clearing got his associates’ attention. They raised eyebrows and nodded approvingly.

In his room, Farrell tipped the boy as if he’d descended from River Plate fans. Greenbacks for doing nothing more than toting two light bags cemented the kid’s lifelong service. Farrell asked him to fetch a bottle of bourbon, top shelf, then in an hour deliver some companionship. The boy asked for preferences, if any.

“Docile, female, and dark,” Farrell said.

Grinning, the boy nodded vigorously. Farrell assumed not only did his facilitator already have one selected, but that their criteria jibed. They were simpatico on the elemental level.

While the kid retrieved Farrell’s first necessity, the guest inventoried his shipment. Whoever went through his apartment closets and drawers did a good job. The essentials were there. Jeans. Work shirts. Bolo ties. Shitkickers. Rodeo belt buckles. Neckerchiefs. The requisite straw hat he’d buy after meeting with Grady, the facility manager.

After filling his wardrobe, Farrell opened a brown papered package. It held altogether different contents. A .38 and a 9 mm along with respective boxes of cartridges and holsters. Given he’d most certainly be an interloper amid less than genteel barrios, moreover adding Solipaz’ narcotraficante wildcards, brandishing a sidearm was a good thing. During daytime he hoped only flashing his nine iron sufficed scaring any hard cases. At sunset such courtesy vanished. He’d resort to the .38 as backup bang.

Before securing his weapons, Farrell certified they worked properly, their serial numbers were filed and both had been cleaned. Done, the boy returned with his liquor and fixings. Before leaving, the bellboy reminded Farrell his “relajación” would arrive shortly. Alone, Farrell rattled several ice cubes into a tall glass, busted the bottle seal and poured many fingers. The pulls he rewarded himself jolted his stomach, seared his throat, and completely reestablished his North American frame of mind.

A shower abetted by the room’s air conditioning further invigorated him. It was strange seeing water drain counterclockwise again. A towel girded his waist. Refreshed drink in hand Farrell stretched across the bed. Via TV remote he flipped through digital Southern Arizona evening news broadcasts.

Knuckles gently rapped against the door. Farrell rolled off the bed and cinched the towel tighter around his waist just in case housekeeping or maintenance waited outside. No. It was her.

Farrell guessed she’d migrated north. From Oaxaca or Chiapas perhaps. Who knew? Maybe even Guatemala. Lovely Indian features burnished by eons of sun looked up in mutual appraisal. Naturally she glimpsed through abyss-deep black eyes and offered dazzling white smiles. Betel-brown as she was, he found it good she neither permed nor streaked the pure raven plummeting üsküdar escort between her shoulder blades. Best of all she hadn’t skewed her complexion by smearing her lips garish and glossy.

The woman called herself Janey. Who was he to dispute that?

Janey’s outfit left zero room for his imagination to deviate. A short orange strapless dress clung to her. Carelessly slung around her wasp waist one leather and silver change purse. Compact as she was, white open-toed heels raised her ass besides elongating and helping define legs.

By Janey’s surprised-into-pleased expression, she’d expected some fat pasty gringo. That Farrell, distinguished looking, was tall, lean and apparently fit lent this assignment certain possibilities. He watched how Janey transformed entering his room into a kinetic exercise. Farrell shut the door.

Air conditioning stippled Janey’s nipples. Both crowns stained through the orange fabric. Farrell offered her a drink. She declined.

“I don’t blame you,” he said. “It’s a nasty habit.”

He polished off his drink in two gulps.

Janey sidled against him. She exuded jungle heat. He clasped her upper arms. Her muscle mass was spare but firm.

Short thin fingers dug between skin and linen then pulled until the towel rested across carpet. Easing out of his pinion, Janey stepped back. Her gaze reminded him of livestock evaluations. She reached across and jiggled his dick which shook his balls. Both grinned at her teasing.

Janey stepped out of her heels, shrinking substantially. Unclasping the chain around her waist, she held onto the purse instead of placing it on some surface. The woman turned, swept luxuriant hair off her back and asked Farrell to unzip her dress. After the zipper sunk no farther, Janey shimmied that garment to the floor. The black thong providing minimal modesty wasn’t removed so much as discarded. She faced Farrell and he absorbed her glory.

Poky nipples dominated high-riding tits. A modest silver cross hanged between her breasts. An unblemished belly and manicured pube highlighted Janey’s lathed body. Farrell’s rearing cock confirmed approval.

Janey walked to the bed and yanked back the counterpane. Out of her purse she withdrew a rubber. Purse now resting on the nearest beside table, she spread her cocoa body upon vanilla sheets. Farrell tugged his dick rigid then clambered next to her.

Bony fingers unfurled latex along his rod. While she sheathed him, Farrell’s own fingers investigated the neat carpet between Janey’s thighs. Heat seeping from there suggested a blast furnace! He laughed then laughed louder upon seeing her quizzical expression.

Mood lightened, Farrell flattened Janey beneath him. Her body’s density equaled its resistance. He whiffed her scent although he hadn’t fingered her much. Diminutive size aside, she took his cock easier than he would’ve suspected. She eased his entry through routine. However, her reaction to Farrell’s thrusting was anything but rote.

Young as Janey appeared, he figured she occupied her prime 20s. The calmness by which she approached her task signaled behavior by muscle memory. The nights when nerves ruled Janey or suspicion hampered her were already long gone. She’d performed often enough to be guided by habit. He gathered that through her demeanor. She comported herself in fixed manner. Farrell liked how she gently but assuredly took charge. Rather than fake enthrallment or yawn, Janey detached herself from him and the task. Or she attempted.

She responded but such was calculated. Farrell imagined that’s how she endured. How all the better ones did. Especially while servicing fat, sweaty, pig-ugly clients whose sawing centered on leaving her monumentally fucked instead of deriving pleasure. Her body altered its usual message.

Farrell’s strokes pounded into Janey’s professionalism. He steadily kept at it. Most importantly, unlike daytripping gringos or border-crossing businessmen seeking cheap tequila or uncomplicated sex, Farrell’s was sober meat desirous of filling her tight wet slit.

Janey forgot about maintaining distance. She yielded to his joyous ram and recoil. Her head lolled, eyes closed while she muttered tender nonsense. He climaxed thoughtlessly enough to have these lunges mistaken for violence.

When she came Janey shivered and sucked her teeth. Focused again, Farrell saw slyness she’d intended concealing.

Afterwards loosely nestled in his arms, Janey snored lightly. Volume set low, the flickering TV screen cast the room’s only illumination. Somewhat content because Janey had been contracted until morning, Farrell would fuck her again later that night. Then tomorrow once more before showering.

Finally settled, the woman snoozing on his chest a comfort, Farrell reflected on his progression to this point.

He found it easier leaving Buenos Aires than arriving there. Improved circumstances also made his departure tuzla escort luxurious.

Escaping New York had been an exercise in big-city subterfuge. A friendly Justice Department source informed Roderick Quinn’s legal team that subpoenas were imminent for the corporate magnate’s three closest support personnel and his “special friend.” Quinn’s secretary Moira, his driver Coyne, and Farrell who served as the boss’ chief of personal security, a suitable title for nebulous duties, should each receive summons issued by US marshals. A fourth was destined for Quinn’s “sweetie,” a young woman none knew but with whom all were acquainted.

Through the quartet’s expected grand jury testimonies, the Justice Department intended swirling Quinn in a perjury trap.

Testifying in an unrelated matter, the corporate titan answered evasively regarding his private relationships. Since his mistresses filled spheres distinctly apart from business, Quinn believed the government had no right or reason to paw through that area. However, he’d run afoul of powers who saw the personal as political, therefore exploitable.

Initially a reluctant administration supporter, its incompetence, neglect, deceit soon soured him completely. So much so Quinn began funneling contributions to the opposition.

As Quinn told Farrell, “Being a rich turncoat was the hay bale that busted those fuckers’ balls!”

Quinn imagined the administration’s more vindictive shirkers and narrowbacks selecting him for particularly painful vengeance. Perhaps they thought if their retribution sufficiently public and messy the humiliation might stem future desertions. From the start Quinn understood his former champions were ideologues without honor. Nonetheless their depth of treachery surprised him.

That state of mind was short-lived.

Individually in utmost privacy he sounded out the four. Under oath they would be compelled to answer truthfully. No fudging, no forgetfulness, no coyness. Just truthful discomfort.

Quinn bluntly presented alternatives, benefits and of course consequences. To a person his closest adjuncts chose disrupting their lives for him. He was humbly grateful. Once they assented, the matter merely became putting them into motion.

Quinn’s Justice conduit gave his lawyer almost simultaneous warning. Promptly alerted the four vanished.

For Farrell and Coyne, both bachelors, leaving posed no particular hardship. Sheer youth allowed Quinn’s paramour to view the proceedings as an adventure. Agree as she did, forsaking home proved problematic for Moira. The secretary had a husband, one whom she loved. That man exceeded loyalty when receiving pertinent facts he possibly forfeited personal career achievements and subsequent rewards after hastily accompanying his wife into comfortable limbo.

Such fidelity astounded Farrell. Moira’s husband wasn’t a spouse. He was a saint! From where did such people come and where might Farrell find a female version?

Per Farrell’s instructions they each added their passports to normally carried documents. When the balloon went up there would be no time to waste returning home, searching drawers or visiting safety deposit boxes. Just up and go.

Marshals intended serving those subpoenas at 6 AM, the favorite hour of warrants squads everywhere. Not only should the named be home, the time also maximized intimidation. For alleged mobsters and other RICO targets such earliness emphasized their vulnerability. Applying tough guy tactics against working people confirmed overkill, spite from immature, misguided and cowardly leadership. It was the sort of high-handedness that transformed law-abiding citizens into “outlaws.”

For Quinn’s employees and his present girlfriend their workdays ended as usual. A New York fact: all commuted using mass transit. Anticipating light surveillance, Farrell insisted each follow his or her routine. Save for one minor deviation. Rather than detrain at their accustomed stations, they hopped off one stop early.

At these, nondescript cars bearing phony license plates retrieved them. The rides afterwards were short. Just to the nearest enclosed garages. Beneath cover the false tags came off while the autos’ contraband transferred to different vehicles. Those conveyed them to one of the Metropolitan Area’s secondary or tertiary airports. Unsurprisingly, despite September 11th the relative laxity accorded these fields beggared scrutiny.

From suburban airstrips four unremarkable corporate jets filed flight plans which terminated offshore. Beyond American jurisdiction, five baggage-deficient passengers boarded regularly scheduled carriers into leisurely exile.

During both legs, the bulk of which were flown through night, the Amazon below appeared impenetrable. Gazing into inky verdure Farrell understood regardless of improved geo-positioning devices, how aircraft ditching down there still stayed lost. On his way south Caracas’ lights pendik escort indicated mankind’s last mega multitudes for a thousand miles.

Farrell preferred his northbound return. At least that afternoon he awoke seeing arid familiarity sliding below him.

Janey discharged, the next day Farrell left the hotel’s cool cocoon for natural Southwest. Mid-May morning temperature had already entered the 90s. Nothing but sun-seared air between sizzling pavement and cloudless sky. Not the best conditions under which to sport a dark suit but he had an appointment with Grady the plant manager.

A hotel shuttle bus deposited him at the facility’s main gate. As on his arrival, he saw little of Solipaz proper. The bus route skirted town. Fresh road led from a heavily guarded American suburbia minor to brutal industrial modernity set amid dun scrub.

Grady himself, not some flunky, met Farrell at the security island. Balding, tall on a dense frame, Farrell reckoned the executive an easy eight years his senior. Nuts and bolts know-how as he required, Grady’s face lacked a clever man’s mien. An electric cart conveyed them into the maquiladora.

Inside the frigid, enormous, well-lighted building Farrell received one very basic tour. Though both quite aware of the visitor’s purpose, Farrell guessed Grady figured some dog and pony might impress one of the few known to have influence on Quinn, the big boss. Farrell ought have cut this short, told Grady he wasted their time. However, it did amuse him to watch responses of the cuter women toiling on the assembly line. By them he determined who Grady had fucked, was fucking and would fuck.

The plant manager’s office was Spartan. Most impressively, though, his secretary. She was matronly and efficient. In the same position, posted abroad, a less conscientious executive would’ve found and “cultivated” a local sex bomb who couldn’t have boiled water without instruction. Clearly Grady enjoyed his fun in Mexico though not at the expense of his job.

The two men seated, Grady excavated glasses and a whiskey bottle from his desk. Farrell disdained morning boozing. He regarded it as a telling vice. Apart from its “manly” connotation, the gesture could be seen as a crutch, a boost, a dependency or weakness.

Grady poured two bracing glasses. They raised them then tossed off the spirits after toasting “Amerikey for Americans!”

“Now that the socially affable part of our day is done, what can you tell me about this little murder problem of yours?” Farrell asked.

Grady spat. “The fucking locals are fucking useless! All the mayor knows is he wants to know nothing! El jefe commandante chalks up every stiff to narcos settling disputes among themselves! Some of the more Pentecostal are accusing the Church of killing these women as blood sacrifice rituals. That’s the Catholic Church, mind you, not the Aztec church. Then if that’s not enough, dyke women libbers daytrip down here and disturb the paying tourists with rants against reactionary emasculated men! What the fuck!?”

Indisputably serious as the crimes were, Farrell nevertheless laughed at Grady’s harangue.

Calmed, Grady asked, “So what do you think you can do about any of this?”

“Maybe hold back the dykes,” Farrell said. “Let’s see your pictures.”

Grady walked to his safe. He withdrew an accordion file and gave it to Farrell.

“I nearly blew half the month’s bribe budget getting these,” Grady said. “I had to pay extra so the forensic guys would leave out dead wives, dead girlfriends and dead whores.”

The bulky parcel overflowed. Its contents heaved across Grady’s desktop. Heated as the report skimmed in Buenos Aires then absorbed on his northbound flight was, the photos spewed before him made those words dispassionate.

Farrell looked upon revolting consistency. Whoever committed these acts turned his, theirs, or yes, even her niche into a rut. A ghoulish rut.

In every frame jugular veins had been severed. Blood-drenched blouses were yanked shoulder-high on the torso exposing missing breasts. These had been completely cut off leaving raw circles. The women’s bras were untouched by any knife blade. Instead shoulder straps had been rolled down the arms and aligned with cups along the midriff. Farther below panties exhibited the same care as upper undergarments. Skirts or pants, whole dresses, however, shared the blouses mauling. Each victim’s mons had been carved and excised.

Now Farrell better comprehended Grady’s Aztec reference.

“Did they ever find the women’s, um …?” Farrell asked.

“Let’s just say there’s a lot more unattached pussy in Solipaz than there used to be,” Grady said.

The photographs’ reverse sides offered rushed, careless, minimal information. Dates, locations, addresses, ages. Robbery hadn’t been a motive in any case. Zircons still encircled necks or wrists. Cheaper baubles still decorated ears. Only after police processing did these personal effects likely disappear.

Single women predominated. Farrell’s earlier guess proved correct. Most of the victims had migrated from the south seeking improved lives in the maquiladoras. Instead early oblivion claimed them.

Farrell stuffed the gruesome pictures back into the recalcitrant file. He looked up at Grady.

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Not long after starting high school, Ellen and I started dating. Things were going well, even though we did have to sneak around a little as her dad was a teacher at the school. After a while, he got a promotion in another school and they both had to leave. Not long after that I started dating Ellen’s best friend, Rachel. We had become good friends when I was dating Ellen and it was eventually for this reason that we split up. We didn’t want to risk the friendship we had and thought it would be best if we went back to being friends. We were still very close, but there was always the possibility that we would get back together again.

This was a big reason that things never happened between me and Nicola. She and Rachel became best friends after Ellen left and we were all in the same group of friends.

Over time, Nicola and I became closer. We flirted openly and there was always this tension between us and the feeling that things might cross the line into being more than friends at any time. However, things never did. We were both always seeing someone else and neither of us knew how Rachel would react. Eventually, I was single and it felt like the right time to ask Nicola out. However, just at that time, she started seeing a rich guy 12 years older than her who was married. It got very serious, very quickly. Before long, Nicola was pregnant. She left high school before the end of the year, moving with him to Oxford and we lost touch soon after.

Ten years later, talk started on Facebook about a high school reunion. Quickly, a group was created and people started adding as many of our classmates as they could remember. Nicola hadn’t really kept in contact with anyone, but people remembered her and she was soon in the group too. She quickly sent me a friend request and I accepted before checking out her profile. The decade had been busy for her as she now had four children and what seemed like a pretty intensive social life too. The years had been kind to her though and she was still as pretty as ever and had maintained her great figure.

She sent me a message, and before long we had each other’s phone numbers and were messaging intensively. We filled each other in on our lives since school. As we exchanged messages, it seemed like no time had passed at all; such was our chemistry again. It also didn’t take us long at all to get past the pleasantries and into some flirting, either. As we became closer over the next few weeks, Nicola opened up more about her life as it was then.

She was still married, but from her point of view “in name” only. Her husband was not easy to live with, had had numerous affairs, and was obsessed with money. His answer to any problem was to try and buy it or at least throw money towards it. The irony was that most of his money came not from his own motorbike racing career but from his dad’s string of car dealerships. He was also not able to satisfy Nicola in bed anymore; lacking in both stamina and imagination. She really wanted to leave him and start again, but for all his faults he was a doting father and she couldn’t deprive her children of that.

By this time, we were speaking nearly all day, every day, and it didn’t take long for the flirting to lead into evenings filled with dirty chat. This became more and more intense and erotic. The talk turned to meeting up pretty quickly. We both knew what this would lead to, but neither of us wanted to stop it. It was a logistical nightmare with her family and my work commitments. At times, it didn’t seem like it would be possible bakırköy escort at all, but neither of us lost our enthusiasm to make it happen.

Finally, we found a window of opportunity and seized it. Her kids were staying with her mum and dad and her husband was away racing on the Isle of Man. I travelled on the train to Oxford where she met me at the station. We walked closely side by side down Botley Road, chatting intently. We walked round the park off Oatlands Road chatting, laughing and flirting like we were still in high school. We paused at the river, standing together. The air was thick with sexual tension. As we both turned to leave, we bumped into each other. It was too much. As our hearts pounded out of our chests, we kissed for the first time. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths deeply as we held each other close. I could already feel myself getting so turned on. As our mouths separated, our hands were holding each other’s and we walked this way quickly back to her house.

She didn’t stop to show me round downstairs, as she led me up the curved stairway to the master bedroom. She hurriedly started getting undressed and I followed her lead. Quickly, she was down to her underwear; I had to stop to take in the view. Her body was perfectly toned. She wore tiny black and white lacy underwear that showed it off. She saw me staring and casually reached round with one hand to unclip her bra. She pulled it away without hesitation revealing her firm, round C-cup boobs; her nipples already erect. She giggled, sliding into the king sized bed wearing just the tiny thong. I quickly pulled off my jeans and moved to the other side of the bed to join her.

‘You won’t be needing them.’ She said, motioning towards my boxers.

‘I might get cold, though.’ I replied, smiling back at her.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.’ She said, staring at the bulge in my jeans.

‘Fine.’ I replied, grinning, as I slowly slid down my boxers, watching Nicola staring at my already semi-erect cock.

I slid into the bed and straight away we were all over one another. Our hands groped and squeezed and explored as our mouths found each other’s again. Our tongues slid in and out of each other’s mouths as we kissed and licked and sucked, moaning loudly. My hands moved down her body, finally touching her perfect breasts squeezing and massaging them before pinching and tugging at her aching nipples. I slid my hands further down squeezing her firm bum before sliding around to find her tiny thong was already soaked. I groaned, as I felt how wet it was and she groaned as I yanked it to one side. My fingers slipped and slid everywhere as I began to rub her throbbing clit; up and down and side to side over and over. She groaned louder for me; arching her back a little as I rubbed harder and harder. Her pussy was soaking, as I slid her thong slowly off and immediately slid two fingers deep inside her. She groaned again, as I began to fuck her with my fingers faster and deeper with each stroke. Just as I was building a rhythm up, she cried out as her pussy exploded around my fingers and she writhed and wriggled on the bed.

My fingers were soaked and I couldn’t believe how wet they were. I slowly slid them out of her throbbing pussy, feeling her juices dripping from my fingers. I brought my hand upright, feeling her cum trickling down my forearm. Nicola sat up, still breathing heavily from her orgasm and saw my soaked fingers in front of her. Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand, pulling it closer to her let her own juices dribble beşiktaş escort into her mouth. I was so turned on as she moved her head towards mine and we kissed hungrily and I tasted her juices for the first time off her tongue. Our lips parted and she stated to greedily suck on my fingers, looking straight into my eyes. I looked back at her and I started to feed them to her, sliding them in and out of my mouth as she licked and sucked them.

We passionately kissed again, slower this time, before she whispered in my ear,

‘Fuck me slow to start with; you’re a lot more than what I’m used to.’

I didn’t need any more encouragement. My cock was already rock hard and throbbing as I climbed on top of her. The head of my cock rubbed against her smooth shaven pussy and without any effort, I slid inside her, both of us groaning together.

As she requested, I fucked her slowly at first, with gentle thrusts as she held my body close; rubbing my shoulders and down my back.

When she started to breath heavier and squeeze my arse harder too, I knew that she was ready for more. Instinctively, we slid apart and she moved around, bending over in front of me, allowing me to slide my thick cock into her harder this time. I grabbed hold of her hips and began to thrust hard and fast; this time pounding her aching pussy over and over, harder and harder each time. Nicola moaned and groaned in pleasure, getting louder as I gave her firm arse a few playful slaps. Upon hearing her approval, I slapped her again harder this time. I heard her muttering swear words under her breath as she reached round and began to play with her clit, as I fucked her. I reached forward, grabbing hold of her long dark hair telling her,

‘You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?’

She groaned, affirmatively, as I went faster and deeper still. My swollen balls banging on her arse. I reached round, too, as we both slid our fingers all over her swollen clit. My fingers were drenched in her juices and I brought my hand up, sliding my fingers roughly across her eager lips so she could taste her own pussy again. Suddenly, she cried out; a second orgasm rocking thru her body. Her pussy exploding and drenching my cock in her sweet juices.

Nicola stayed on my cock, panting and groaning, for a few moments. As she recovered, and her breathing slowed; she slid off me and turned round quickly. A wicked grin was on her face as she crawled towards me, pushing me back playfully onto the bed. Before I knew it, she was kneeling between my legs, her eyes staring into mine as she began to lick up and down the length of my throbbing shaft. It was dripping with her cum as she greedily got to work going up and down; her tongue licking all over. She gripped my shaft firmly and began to jerk it slowly up and down. At the same time her tongue found my swollen balls and started to lick and suck the last of her juices off them. Her tongue felt amazing, and I groaned in pleasure waiting in anticipation for her to take me in her mouth. She didn’t disappoint, and in one movement she had the entire length of my shaft down her throat. As she held it there for a few seconds, it was my turn to cry out as I gripped the bed sheets in pleasure. She came up for air, her mouth and my cock dripping in her saliva, as she jerked it hard again. Quickly, she was back down sucking hard, moving her mouth up and down, running her hands across my chest, just lightly brushing my erect nipples.

Her head popped up and she teasingly brushed some of the saliva away from her lips. That same devilish beylikdüzü escort grin was on her face as she moved forward grabbing both my wrists and placing them behind my head. With one hand, she held them there, and with the other she guided my throbbing cock inside her. It slid in easily and completely. Before I had a chance to start thrusting, she was bouncing her pussy hard up and down on my cock. She quickly built up a merciless rhythm with her pussy as I felt her body moving up and down above me, her arse banging on my balls as she bounced. Her hand released mine and she arched her back thrusting her body toward mine as she placed both hands on my thighs. I leaned forward and began to work on her nipples; moving from one to the other, feeling how hard they were as I licked and sucked them. This sent Nicola crazy and she rode me even faster and harder moaning louder and louder. I went harder; squeezing her perfect firm tits. Nibbling, biting and sucking till she couldn’t take it anymore. She slid off me quickly and spun around. She was on all fours, getting ready to ride me reverse this time, but the sight of her hot wet hole dripping in front of me was too much. I grabbed hold of her hips and yanked her towards my face. I immediately started licking up and down the lips of her pussy; tasting her sweet juices again. She groaned and arched her back before diving her head down onto my swollen cock. Again, she was sucking my cock up and down going deep as she worked it with her mouth. I licked harder; my mouth all over her soaking cunt as I gently nibbled on her clit feeling it pulse harder between my teeth. Nicola groaned in response as she sucked deeper before drooling all over my thick shaft and jerking it hard and fast.

Again, she shifted her body above mine and again, she used her hand to guide my throbbing cock into her soaking pussy. She leaned forward and turned her head to look at me as I lay back and she began to thrust her body up and down again. She started slowly, watching me as I watched her pussy sliding up and down the entire length of my thick shaft. She got quicker and quicker as I put my hands on her spread arse cheeks and guided them up and down harder and faster and she dug her nails into my thighs. I moaned in pleasure, feeling the head of my cock so deep inside her before I looked up at her again. She grinned back at me as she thrust her hips against my body.

I guided her off me and jumped off the bed. I picked her up and lifted her body high as I walked across the bedroom. I slammed her back against the wall as she wrapped her legs around me. My cock brushed against the lips of her pussy. She cried out as I lowered her onto it and began to fuck her hard up against the wall. I went hard and fast slamming my cock deep into her over and over again and she held onto me tightly. Our bodies were drenched in sweat as we thrusted together and she moaned over and over again, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

It wasn’t long before I could feel her pussy tensing around my cock, again. This time, though, I could feel myself nearing my climax, as well. I moved slowly back to the bed; my cock still throbbing inside her as we lay back down. In the same way we started, I began to thrust, fucking her slowly at first. Our bodies were stuck together; our mouths almost touching, as I went harder and faster. We both started groaning as our bodies started to tense, but still I went as hard as I could, pounding her aching pussy. Nicola’s breathing quickened and her body began to shake as she screamed aloud and her pussy exploded in ecstasy for the third time. As she came, it was too much for me and I cried out as I shot a huge load, deep inside her, in an amazing orgasm of my own. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies still locked together and as I kissed her deeply and passionately I could feel her grinning through the kiss.

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This is a work of pure fantasy. This chapter contains big dicks, mature women, and incest. If you’re not into that sort of thing, please move on. If you are, then feel free to continue.

Enjoy.

Remember: All characters are over 18.

*****

A cool morning breeze wafted in through the open upstairs bedroom window at Nancy Darsch’s house. It blew across Donald Key, waking him. He opened his eyes, blinking at the sunlight.

Sitting up in his neighbor’s bed, he noticed a handwritten note resting on the bedside table.

Thanks for the wonderful time last night, it read. Sadly, I have to go to work on a Saturday. I put out one of my son’s pair of jeans for you since your other shorts were ruined; I hope they fit. Hopefully, I’ll see you again soon. -XXX Nancy.

A red kiss marked the paper underneath the signature.

Donnie set the note down and slipped out from the covers. The breeze blew in again, caressing his naked skin. His skin tingled as it passed and his cock began to harden.

Donnie tickled the skin under his cock head. It sent shivers of pleasure down his long shaft and up his spine. Wanting to jerk off, he looked around the room, searching for something for him to cum into. And there on the edge of her laundry basket was a pair of Nancy’s black silk panties. He had never used a woman’s panties but had always wanted to try it.

He wrapped the pair around his cock and thinking about everything that had happened the night before, he began to slowly stroke himself.

Next door, Jill Reynolds awoke to a similar breeze. The night air had been cool; a rarity in the summer and she never wasted the chance to sleep with the windows open. At least that’s what she told herself. What she wasn’t ready to admit was that she slept with the windows open last night so she could listen and masturbate to her nephew fuck her friend and neighbor.

The pair had finally settled down by two in the morning. Jill had tried to sleep when they had finished but even after diddling her clit over and over she still felt unsatisfied.

She woke up still unsatisfied and horny.

I’m going to need more than just my fingers, she said to herself as she pulled herself out of bed.

Jill looked up at the floor length mirror she had next to her dresser. The golden morning light reflected off of her pale skin. She looked like a figment out of dream. The night’s masturbation marathon had made sleeping in clothes impossible. Now she gazed at herself, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as the day she was born.

Slowly she reached up to her face. Even in her 30s her lips were still full and firm, her blue eyes sparkled, and her blonde hair was luxurious. Jill ran her hands down her body. She cupped her breasts. The sagged a little from age but both were still a good-sized C-cup. Her stomach wasn’t as tight as it had been in college, but having a baby will do that to a body. Her hips were wide and legs muscular from carrying antique furniture up and down steps.

She smiled at her reflection. She still looked good, worthy of any man. Sadly, her current boyfriend traveled too much to really satisfy her needs.

Jill was too good of a girl to go prowling for satisfaction.

Always too embarrassed to buy a dildo, she left her solo pleasure to her fingers. After last night though, her fingers weren’t enough.

She slipped on a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast.

As she walked down the hallway, towards the stairs, she looked into the open door of Donnie’s room. The bed was still unslept in. Jill cracked a small smile thinking about where he had slept, wishing it were her.

No. Stop! she thought. That’s your nephew, you sicko.

Disgusted at herself, Jill reached out to close the door. She stopped at the sight of movement. Across the way, she could see into Nancy’s bedroom window and there on the bed was her nephew Donnie.

He was completely nude. He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his thick, long cock. She had only seen him from the back last night and she could only imagine how big his meat was from all of Nancy’s praise.

Jill watched, transfixed at the sight of him sitting there in all his glory. He had a small piece of black cloth wrapped around his cock. He held it in his right hand and used it to slowly stroke himself. She no longer saw her nephew but a man, with a man-sized cock.

As Donnie stroked, Jill could feel herself getting wet again. She reached into her shirt and lightly circled her right nipple. Her other hand traveled down into her pajama pants and slowly spread the lips of her pussy. As he stroked himself, she stroked herself.

Her breathing quickened. She watched as his arm and chest muscles flexed with the movements.

So patient, she thought, as she began to stick her middle finger inside of her. She was dripping with lust.

STOP! her thoughts screamed. Jill snapped back to reality. bakırköy escort She suddenly became aware again that that was her nephew she was watching.

Disgusted and ashamed, she slammed close the bedroom door. With a silent sob, she pulled herself back together and headed downstairs.

Donnie heard the slam, shocking him out of his pleasure. He looked through the Nancy’s bedroom window and saw his own room next door. Must’ve been the wind, he thought to himself.

A quick fantasy popped into his head about either his mother or aunt watching him jerk off. He felt himself swell even thicker when he thought about one of them standing there watching him just like Ms. Darsch had said she did.

He resumed stroking himself. He moved faster this time.

The pleasure in his cock increased ten-fold as his orgasm approached. He sped up his strokes. The silk felt great on his sensitive skin.

He stroked faster and faster, imagining that someone was next door watching him and fingering herself.

“FUCK!” he cried as cum rocketed out of his cock. Again, fantasizing about his mom and aunt had given him a strong orgasm. Spurt after spurt of white sticky cream shot out of him. He caught what he could in the panties, soaking them.

After the way Nancy had gobbled his cock last night, he knew she wouldn’t mind the mess.

Slowly his cock stopped spewing and began to go flaccid. He tossed the sopping panties back into the hamper and grabbed the jeans Ms. Darsch had left out for him.

Guess it’s back to the real world, he thought as he pulled the pair on.

Jill stumbled into her kitchen. Ashamed at the way she was thinking, she cried a few small tears. Her thoughts were a storm of contradiction. Her body wanted the man next door; the man that slept in her house two doors down from her bedroom, the man that she helped raise since he moved in a few years ago. Her mind screamed in need and frustration. Over and over again she played back what she saw, heard, and did last night: Donnie pounding away at her friend, her friend’s screams of pleasure, and her own self-induced orgasms from listening.

Then the final nail had been catching him playing with himself just a few minutes ago. The size of his cock and developed muscles were too much. Jill’s body betrayed her mind.

Too much, she thought. I can’t; I won’t. She pulled open one the cabinet drawers. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter, she popped it open and took a swig.

She looked at the clock and didn’t care how early it was. Right now she wanted her mind to shut up and her feelings to go numb. Just for a little while. Until I figure out what’s going on.

Jill filled a glass and took a sip. I just need to think.

Donnie stepped outside. Barefoot, the dewy grass was cold against his feet as he walked to the fence gate. He stepped on something sharp and pulled back with a yelp.

On the ground was his aunt’s key ring. How’d these get here? I know I didn’t bring them over, he thought as he picked them up.

He shrugged his shoulders, shoved them into a pocket and crossed over to his backyard.

A small mist covered the pool, giving it an eerie feeling. He walked over to the still discarded towel and picked it up. Looking over, his saw his aunt in the kitchen, wearing her normal sleepwear. He waved, but she quickly turned away, facing the countertop.

Weird, he thought. He went inside to say good morning.

Jill saw Donnie standing there next to the pool. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him. Surrounded by mist, wearing only a pair of jeans, his shirtless toned physique looked like a something out of a trashy novel. It wasn’t her nephew that stood there but a fantasy.

He broke the spell when he waved, snapping her back to reality. She quickly turned back to the kitchen counter and grabbed her glass of wine. Within a few gulps it was empty.

“Good morning, aunty,” Donnie said, stepping into the kitchen. “Starting a bit early aren’t we?”

Not ready to look at him, Jill poured herself another glass. “It’s Saturday,” she said. “I don’t have anywhere to be.” She took a sip and smiled up at him. “You sound pretty chipper. Did you have a good night?”

He shuffled his bare feet. He didn’t know how to answer that. Did he have good night? Fuck yeah. But how do you tell your aunt that? “You could say that,” he said, eyes still to the ground.

“It must’ve been. I heard you two going at it over and over again.”

“You heard?” he asked, his cheeks going red. “Well, I, uh…”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” she said, moving towards him. “Your mom and I always said you were a good looking guy. It’s about time someone noticed. I’m just glad it was someone you knew, someone you could trust. A young man always needs an older woman to, uh, ‘usher him’ in.” Jill took another sip of wine. Her eyes danced over his muscled torso, briefly thinking about how it would look beşiktaş escort and feel with her legs wrapped around it.

“Yeah,” Donnie agreed. His embarrassment vanished. He was relieved that she wasn’t angry with him. Never talking with women before had left him clueless about how they would act to things.

Jill lightly scraped her nails across his chest. “Why don’t you head up and take a shower. I’m sure after all that last night, you need to get cleaned up,” she said, staring into his eyes. “Afterwards there are a few things I need help with.”

“R-r-really,” he asked. Her touch was making his cock hard again and it made him nervous. Donnie could feel it swelling against the jeans. He worried again about what she would think, but this time he was worried she would think him gross for getting hard in front of her.

“Yeah,” she said, taking a sip. “I have a few big things in the car that I need brought inside.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll get cleaned up and help you out.”

“I’ll be down here waiting,” she said. “Don’t take too long.”

“Before I forget,” Donnie said, reaching into his pocket. “I found these on the Ms. Darsch’s backyard.” He pulled out Jill’s keys and handed them to her.

“Oh, I, uh, was wondering where these went,” she said. Jill floundered for a second, trying to think of some excuse for they were over there. She couldn’t outright tell him she must’ve dropped them while masturbating to the sight of him fucking the neighbor. “I must’ve dropped them outside and raccoon grabbed them or something.” He’ll never buy that one.

“Hmmm,” Donnie said. “You may be right. Well, whatever, at least we got them back.”

I can’t believe he bought that, she thought.

“Anyhoo, I’m headed upstairs to take a shower. Be careful on the wine.”

“Yes, dad,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I thought I was the grown-up here, not you.”

Donnie chuckled at her and headed for the upstairs bathroom.

When he left, Jill leaned against the countertop and tried to relax. Her heart was beating like crazy. Knowing that someone else wanted him, that he had been fucking someone else, made her jealous. She wanted what Nancy was getting too.

Get a hold of yourself, girl.

She heard the shower start to run. With a small smile, and another sip of wine, Jill imagined what he would look like stepping under the water, the water cascading down his muscled form. She let out a soft moan thinking about the way his chest and torso would flex when he washed his hair. He’d have to grab the soap and wash his cock and balls.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. Just the fantasy of him showering was getting her hot and wet again. Jill reached into her pajamas and slowly massaged her vagina.

It was plump, excited and wet. She inserted her forefinger, letting her thumb diddle her clit. The shot of electric pleasure pushed her back against the counter. Jill set the glass of wine down and reached under shirt with the other hand. While one diddled her pussy, the other cupped her breasts.

“Oh, God. Donnie,” she whimpered. Feeling her orgasm approaching she fingered herself faster.

Then, right when she was about to cum, the shower stopped. Frightened that he would hear her, Jill pulled her hands away from her body and readjusted her clothes. She waited and listened, scared to breath, scared to get caught.

The sound of the bathroom door opening echoed through her ears like a thunderclap. Only after she heard his bedroom door open and close did she breathe again.

Goddammit, she thought. I’m in my own house, scared of a teenager.

Frustrated, she leaned back against the countertop. She grabbed the glass of wine and chugged down the contents. The effects of the previous glass were starting to hit her. She felt light-headed, happy, warm and still horny.

Her abrupt stop from playing with herself intensified her need. Her pussy was still wet and it tingled with desire. She felt empty and the wine wasn’t helping.

She knew what she needed.

Stepping away from the counter, Jill headed upstairs. She walked up carefully, wincing at each creak of the floor. The naughtiness of what she had been doing made her innocent walk feel dangerous.

Loud music was playing from Donnie’s room. She was thankful it was loud enough to cover her steps and drown out the sound of her beating heart.

She stood outside and tried to collect her thoughts. Her need and the wine clouded everything. There was a small voice inside of her screaming that she should stop, that there was still time to turn away, but it was small and something else was pushing her forward.

Jill grabbed the doorknob and slowly cracked the door open. She peeked inside. Her nephew was still naked. He was digging through a clothes drawer with his back was to the door, giving her a clear view of his tight ass and back.

Admiring his body, she slowly pushed the door all the way open. Its worn beylikdüzü escort hinges creaked.

Donnie jumped at the sound. Turning around quickly, he was shocked to see his aunt standing there, leaning against the doorframe.

Jill bit her lip as Donnie quickly turned. His flaccid, but thick, cock swung with the movement. It bounced off his thigh and settled between his legs.

For a short second the two stood there looking at each other, too shocked to say anything.

“Aunt Jill,” Donnie started to say, grabbing his towel to cover him up. “What are you doing? I’m getting dressed.”

Jill was gone. The sight of his naked body had caused her own animal to come out. Lust fueled her as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

Donnie saw the lust in her eyes. It was the same need that Ms. Darsch had before they fucked. His own heart started beating. He could feel his cock begin to swell.

She leaned against the door; her right hand began tracing the outline of her breast. “I saw you last night, Donnie. I saw you fucking your neighbor. I watched you and I played with myself.”

“You did?”

“Uh huh. I stood there, in her backyard, and watched you fucking her on the couch. While you fucked her I wished it was you fucking me,” she said, her eyes locking onto his. Jill’s hand kept circling her heavy breast, making her nipple stiff with excitement.

When it had stiffened, she moved her hand to her pants and began outlining her lips. The other hand circled her other breast, encouraging the nipple to stiffen too.

Donnie watched her. He licked his lips. With his cock stiffening, he let his body begin to take over, and dropped the towel.

Jill’s eyes traveled down his body to his swelling cock. “Then I came home and opened the windows so I could listen to you fucking her. You know what I did then?”

“Tell me, Aunt Jill,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

“I played with myself all night long. As long as you kept fucking, I kept playing.” She pouted her lips. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. So I think you owe me something, don’t you?”

Donnie stepped up to her and grabbed her in his strong arms. Jill fell into him. They kissed, tongues dancing against each other. His cock, wedged between them, pressed against her torso. Neither one of them cared that they were related, that they had lived together and that what they were doing was wrong. Their bodies screamed with passion and need; their minds quieted.

“I can think of something to help make it up to you,” Donnie smirked, breaking the kiss.

“I hope so.”

Donnie put his arms under her, one behind her back, the other behind her legs, and lifted her up. She cooed at how easy it was for him to lift her. And with a turn, he slowly set her down onto his bed.

He grabbed the waistline of her pants and yanked them off, leaving her lower half exposed. Her clean, shaved pussy was wet with desire.

His aunt lifted one her legs and rubbed the bottom of her foot against the shaft of his cock. “So big and thick. I’ve been fantasizing about this all night and day.”

“Have you? And what do you want me to do with it?”

“What do you think?”

“I want you to tell me.” His lessons the night before were paying off. If Ms. Darsch could increase his need by being coy, he could use the same tactic. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she admitted. Just by saying it Jill felt her heartbeat increase. Admitting it also put the animal in control. She was going to get fucked and she couldn’t wait. “I want you to fuck me like you fucked her.”

“As you wish.” Donnie pusher her legs apart and mounted her.

Her pussy was wet enough for his thick cock to slide in with ease. “Oh, FUUUUUCCKK!” Jill cried, as he inserted his cock head.

The taboo of it all made Donnie even more excited. He could feel his cock had swollen even thicker than before. One of his fantasies was coming true; he was fucking his aunt.

Jill lifted her head and look up at him. With his cock sliding inside of her, all thoughts of incest disappeared. All she cared about was satisfying the hunger that had grown through the night.

“You like this Aunt Jill,” Donnie said, sliding in the last few inches of his cock. “You like your nephew’s thick cock inside of you?”

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Just fuck me, you big dicked boy.”

“Not until you tell me you like it.” Donnie teased her again by slowly sliding his cock back out of her pussy. He still wasn’t the most experienced of cocksmen but Ms. Darsch had taught him a few tricks last night.

Aunt Jill quickly crossed her legs behind his back and pulled him back into her. “Yes, goddammit! I like having my nephew’s fat dick inside of me,” she screamed. “Now shut up and fuck me!”

He did just that.

With her legs crossed behind him, Donnie gave her what she wanted and plowed the full length of his cock into her pussy. Jill let a low moan of satisfaction from the sudden feeling. “Ohhhhh, fuck yeah!”

Donnie grabbed her hips and began fucking her. His thrusts caused her breasts to bounce. Excited by seeing them move so naturally, Donnie grabbed the lower hem of her shirt and tried to push it up.

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I had enjoyed my first lesbian encounter a week ago….I was now trying to get back in touch!

I swapped phone numbers with her but somehow managed to get hers wrong. When I tried to call all I got was an unobtainable tone. I was so miserable. I decided to go back to her house and try to make contact again. After my last lecture on Friday, I walked slowly towards the house. I walked down the road, contemplating her reaction.

After what seemed like hours, I plucked up the courage to knock on the door. A guy I hadn’t seen before answered. His ginger face with a shock of ginger hair poked round the door. I explained that I was looking for a girl called Sarah. That I met her at a party last week. I described her. But all I got was a blank face. He fetched one of the other residents. A couple came to the door. They seemed distracted and from their actions I could sense they had a growing yearning to get to bed and not talk to the likes of me. They were equally ignorant of the girl I described. Helplessly, I shuffled down the road. A pub seemed like a good refuge and I dived in to escape my miserable failure.

My first bit of good luck! I recognised a couple from the party last week. They had followed me into the pub only minutes after me They went to the bar and got drinks. As they were passing my table I said “Hi” and invited them to sit at my empty party. After some reintroductions, I moved the conversation to Sarah. Again, it wasn’t obvious, but the more I described her, they recognized her as the boyfriend of one of the guys who lived in the house called Craig. They knew she lived away and only visited occasionally.

After another drink, we made our way to the house and they showed me to Craig’s room, My heart missed a beat as I recognised the room from a week ago and my delicious experience. But the room was empty. My friends suggested I waited in the room, and I sat on the bed awaiting the return of the elusive Craig.

The next thing I knew was my istanbul escort shoulder as being shaken gently and I opened my eyes without fully understanding where I was. I looked at the hand on my shoulder – gentle but firm – and its owner – a giant of a guy standing at least six and a half feet tall. I suddenly came to my senses and realised where I was, who this was and what I was doing asleep on his bed. I didn’t need to talk for long, as Craig seemed to know all about me. We sat on the bed and exchanged stories. Sarah was his girlfriend but lived in Durham, where she was studying physics. Last weekend, he had been delayed and didn’t make the party. Sarah had been down for the weekend, and had enjoyed herself anyway. He seemed not to be too worried about his girlfriends sexual preferences of choice of partners. He didn’t know exactly when she was coming down next but promised to call her in the morning. I looked at my watch. It was ten past midnight. Shit. I had to get home. My few calls to the minicabs told me I had no chance that night. Craig suggested I stay. I looked quizzically at him and he laughed that we had managed in the same single bed the week before.

I couldn’t think of a better alternative, but I told him there was to be no sex. Head to toe only. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I returned to the bedroom, he was in bed sitting up. I looked at him and he smiled. I undressed, once again down to my bra and panties, and I quickly got into bed. As I got in I noticed he was naked, and I spotted his dark pubic hair. I turned my back as I noticed a growing erection causing the bedclothes to rise. I could hear myself breathe as he whispered “You know you are a very sexy lady. I can now see why Sarah slept with you.”

I remained silent. He continued unabated. “I’m sorry, but you have made me hard as a rock. I need relief. Do you mind if I masturbate?”

I really didn’t know avcılar escort what to say. “Errrrrrr ok. If you must.” I listened to his breathing as he used his hand to slowly massage his cock. I guess the idea of a guy wanking because of me was quite a turn on as I began to get moist. After ten minutes he asked “any chance you might lend a hand?”

I turned over and looked at him. He looked sexy and hungry. I knew that I was starting to feel the same way. My hand slowly found his hard cock and I replaced his own hand with mine. I started rhythmically rubbing his shaft. He was pretty dry – he had little pre-cum I could use to lubricate my hand. After a few minutes I dicided that my mouth would do a better job. I pulled back the covers and bent to firstly lick around his mushroom head. I paid attention to his hole, and explored it with my tongue. I traced the lines of his veins up and down his shaft and flicked at his balls. He was moaning with what I hoped and expected was pleasure. Finally I took his length into my mouth and he pushed forward, gagging me. I withdrew, and repositioned myself between his legs. I slowly allowed his length deep into my mouth and throat. Once I had accommodated his cock, I started bobbing my head up and down. The sounds he made told me how he was enjoying it and it took less than five minutes until he exploded his cum inside my mouth. As I was waiting to swallow his second spurt, he grabbed my hair and held my face inches from his spurting cock. I took the rest of his cum over my face. I know guy love the feeling of covering a girls face with cum – it wasn’t my first time!

After his efforts he pulled me close to his face and proceeded to lick off all his cum from my face, kissing me at the same time. We kissed deeply and his hands found my breasts, reaching them from below my bra. Our tongues met and we kissed passionately. Somehow he removed my bra and his hands explored my breasts and nipples. şirinevler escort He pushed me onto my back, and his mouth went to my nipples. His sucking and biting my nipples was accompanied my his hands caressing my belly and my panties. He soon pushed down my panties and allowed his fingers to trail up and down my pussy lips and he suckled my breasts. “God you are so wet” he said as he slipped a long finger deep inside me,

I gasped as he stared to finger fuck me…..knuckles gently rubbing against my engorged clit. He continued his work between my legs and slowly kissed his way from my breasts to my navel to my pubic mound which he kissed with an intensity I have not known since.

I could hardly wait for his tongue to reach clit. I didn’t have to wait long and he slid down between my legs and applied slow, leisurely licks to my hard, erect and very sensitive clit. The attention of his tongue and his fingers rubbing on my g-spot and clit soon started the floodgates of an intense, violent orgasm which almost made me cry.

He kept me on edge for what seemed hours, until I could stand it no longer. I pushed him to his back, sucked him back to full stiffness. When I was satisfied with his erection, I mounted myself on his cock and rode him, giving myself intense mini orgasms.

I eventually collapsed, totally exhausted and we slept in the tiny bed, happy and content, for few hours until we both woke. Our hunger for each other overwhelmed us again, and we recommenced our lovemaking again, taking more time to explore each others bodies.

A night of fucking was followed by a breakfast in bed, thanks to Craig and his culinary skills. From somewhere he also found a tube of KY jelly and he proceeded to gently open my ass hole before he drove his cock between my buttocks. His cum filled my bowels and gave me one of the strongest most concentrated orgasms I had ever experienced. As we showered together and I fell to my knees to suck his cock again, I was suddenly aware that just over a week before I was in the same shower with his lovely girlfriend.

We rang Sarah and told her everything. Every detail. Ever kiss, lick and every orgasm. I had a feeling that she enjoyed every word of our conversation. We agreed to get together the following weekend. We also agreed that we needed to find a bigger bed!

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The look on his face was a mixture of fear and pleasure. He didn’t want anyone to realise what was going on under the table, but it was that which was causing the pleasure. They were sitting around a table in a restaurant, a group of them out to dinner to catch up on old times, and seated next to him was an ex-lover. They had never really spilt up, more like drifted apart when she’d left for university several years ago, they’d kept in contact at first but soon found that communication was lacking. From the look in her eyes and the feel of her hand as it gently rubbed his cock under the table the spark was still there between them, and the bulge that had formed in his trousers showed her that the feeling was mutual.

He sat at the table in a daze wondering what he should do, he couldn’t keep going as they were or he’d cum right there at the table but he didn’t want her to stop either. Another of his friends waving a hand in front of his face snapped him out of his dream-like state.

“Wake up buddy,” the friend said. “Are you alright? You’ve gone a bit pale.”

Seeing his chance to leave the table and relieve himself without embarrassment he replied “It’s a bit hot in here for me, I’m gonna go and get some fresh air.” With that he pushed back his chair extracting himself from her loving caress and excused himself from the table. He headed out the door and towards a quiet alley he knew there was between the restaurant and the next building. He checked to make sure there was no one around and then quickly unzipped his trousers and took out his large penis.

“Need any help with that honey?”

He turned around suddenly to see the owner of the voice kadıköy escort and was excited to see that his lover from the restaurant had followed him outside.

“I told the others I was gonna check that you were alright but it’s hard to tell, I think you’re gonna need a more thorough examination,” she continued as she moved towards him with a mischievous look on her face.

As she reached him she put out her hand to continue the job she had started earlier, this time without the obstruction of his trousers and shorts. She grasped his cock in her hand and began to slowly pump back and forth building the tempo. Their mouths met in the most passionate kiss he could remember experiencing, and the feelings he had for her came flooding back as their tongues met in a loving embrace.

Wanting to return the favour she was paying him, he slid his hands down her sides until he reached the hem of the short black dress she as wearing. He caressed her behind lovingly before moving his hand under the soft material of her dress and pulling it up until it was bunched around her waist. Moving his hand around to the front he pulled her underwear aside and slipped a finger into her warm cunt feeling how wet she was already. She moaned in pleasure and increased the work she was doing on his erect member.

He slipped another finger into her and he could feel how excited she was getting as he moved them in and out brushing against her clit each time. He doubled his efforts as he felt his orgasm nearing, wanting her to be pleasured at the same time. Their moaning became louder and out of control üsküdar escort as they both came together, their juices running down each other’s hands. They shared another passionate kiss before attempting to clean themselves up ready to head back into the restaurant to their friends who would be wondering where they had got to.

The last thirty minutes of the meal was torture for both of them, desperate for each other’s touch and longing to finish what they had started earlier. When the friends were finally ready to part company he jumped at the chance to offer her a lift home saying it was on his way and she readily agreed, a look passing between them confirming that she wouldn’t be going home tonight.

When they reached the car he slid into the drivers seat and started the engine, she got in next to him and settled in for the ride home. A comfortable silence lay between them as he concentrated on driving home as quickly as he could. Stopping at a set of traffic lights he glanced across at her and a smile spread across his face as he saw her sitting there, one hand caressing her breast and the other down her underwear rubbing her clit rhythmically. His huge erection that suddenly formed was trying to poke it’s way out of his trousers and as the lights turned green he knew he wouldn’t last the distance to his house without losing concentration.

Five minutes later, after breaking the speed limit countless times, they arrived at his house. He stopped the car and turned to look at her working herself into a frenzy in the passenger seat. Not wanting to miss out on any of the action he took her hand from her underwear, sucked tuzla escort the juice from her fingers and whispered, “follow me.”

He led the way from the car to the house and without saying a word they headed straight for the bedroom, practically tripping over themselves in their haste. As soon as they reached their destination they impatiently started ripping their clothes off. As she removed the black dress she was wearing, her purple underwear was briefly revealed before that too was discarded along with all his clothes.

Their mouths hungrily explored each other with their hands not far behind, he sucked on first her right nipple and then her left making her squeal in pleasure. She reached down and started fondling his huge erection but before she could start to pleasure him more he moved her around and threw her onto the bed in a wave of passion. Their kissing continued while their hands explored each others bodies, her hands found their way back to his throbbing cock whilst his fingers found their way back to her moist cunt where he played with her waiting clit. Before long he had her screaming with pleasure and he knew she was building up to an intense orgasm.

“Yes!” she screamed, “Fuck me!” Remembering what she liked best and what satisfied her the most, he gently removed his hand and rolled her over. She moaned in pure delight as his large cock entered her cunt from behind and they started moving in rhythm with each other, slowly at first but as they got closer and closer to their climaxes their pace became faster and more powerful.

As his deep thrusts hit her magic G-spot he reached around her and started rubbing her clit again. This drove her crazy and within seconds she was screaming in pleasure as he came within her and the strongest orgasm she could ever remember washed through her body. They collapsed onto the bed together in exhaustion and drifted into a peaceful sleep, satisfied smiles on their faces, happy to be back in each other’s arms where they belonged.

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As always:

Thanks to “Alpineskier” for editing.

Thanks to “Doc” for story ideas.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 2: Meet the Parents

Tim Akers is 48 years old with black hair that is mixed with a little grey. He is above average in height and after years of work in a cramped cubicle, he has grown slightly overweight. It was evening, and he was in the process of taking off his tie while investigating the noise coming from his son’s room. “I was wondering whose car was in the driveway. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Oh crap, Dad.” A wave of shock and embarrassment engulfed Jason and Chelsea. Chelsea quickly climbed off of Jason and sat on the edge of the bed, even though hiding underneath it seemed like a better option. So she wouldn’t have to face Mr. Akers, she busied herself by trying to smooth out her dress. Jason sat up. He wished Chelsea didn’t remove herself from his lap, as there was an ample amount of bodily fluids soaking through his beige shorts. “Dad… I… I…”

“Oh crap is right son.” Tim said sternly. “Now I want you to get cleaned up and meet me in the living room. Both of you. You have five minutes.” Tim turned and went downstairs. Half way down, he chuckled to himself, remembering a similar encounter he and his future wife had with her parents when they were teenagers. Like father, like son. When he reached the base of the stairs, he changed his expression back to one of a serious tone. “Jessica, I want you to go for a walk outside or you can go to your room and shut the door.”

“Aw, do I have too? This show is just getting good.” Jessica almost whined her response.

“Yes you do. Don’t argue with me.”

Jessica grabbed her shoes and went out the front door. “I’ll be at Melanie’s.”

With speed, Jason found a clean pair of shorts and fresh underwear from his dresser. “I’m sorry about this. I’ll change in the bathroom. Do you need anything?”

“Well, I kind of soaked through my underwear, but I doubt you have a pair of those in your dresser.”

Jason paused for a moment to digest what he heard. “Well, you’re right. No panties in here, but I do have a old pair of shorts with a drawstring for the band. Hang on.” Jason opened another drawer and dug through it. “Here we go, if you want. All you have to do is pull the strings and tie it tight. They’ll fit and your dress will conceal them.” He tossed the red colored shorts on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He darted across the hall and closed the bathroom door.

Jason got changed quickly and splashed some water on his face. He felt fortunate it was his dad and not his mom who walked in. His mom would’ve killed them and asked questions later. His dad was always less strict, but his dad never caught him with a girl dry-humping him before either. Oh how Jason was dreading his immediate future.

Chelsea took off her panties and briefly inspected them. The wet spot made them see-through. She was stunned that she had such a massive orgasm without penetration. For the first time, she thought that sex, although great as it is as a physical act, could be so much more when an emotional bond is there. Then she contemplated her current situation. Jason’s shorts or nothing at all? She decided she didn’t want to accidentally flash Jason’s Dad while he was scolding the two of them. Reluctantly, she put on the shorts. Jason was right. They fit, but they felt weird. Now what to do with her panties? She smiled and slid them underneath his comforter, right by the pillow. The last memory Jason will have before bed will be her. She enjoyed the thought of that.

“Are you ready?” Jason appeared in the doorway.

“No, but we better get down there and face the music.” Chelsea walked over and kissed Jason on the cheek. “Whatever happens, it doesn’t change anything. You’re still my man.”

“Does that mean we can go out on a date when I’m free of the grounding I receive?”

“Absolutely. And you better fall in love with me quick because I’m still horny.” Chelsea reached for Jason’s hand and pulled. “Now let’s get this over with.”

Jason gulped at her brashness. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Chelsea continued down the stairs.

Jason began to smile. He wanted her to be herself and he was getting it. This straight-forward honesty was what he liked about her when she first transferred to his school in eighth grade. He didn’t think he would ever see it again after almost four years of being Tiffany’s follower. Add that to her calling him “her man” and Jason was at his bakırköy escort happiest when he sat down on the couch confronting his father.

“What are you grinning about Jason?” Tim looked down at his son, maintaining his serious expression.

Jason’s mind was brought back to the present. “Dad, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Bullshit.” Tim started laughing. Confusion soon replaced the fear and nervousness in the young couple. “Jason, you’re lucky I’m not your mother. She would’ve skinned you alive, and may still.” Tim chuckled again. “I’ll let her know what happened in a more subtle way.” Tim sat down in the chair across from the couch. “In all seriousness, there are a couple of ground rules I am going to lay out that will not, I repeat, will NOT be broken. First, Jessica was downstairs. She is sixteen and doesn’t need to see her brother engaging in sex. I’m not naïve in thinking she hasn’t thought about it or even perhaps done something herself, but she doesn’t need the encouragement from you. So whatever you do, wait until she is out of the house.”

“Second, for Heaven’s sake, shut the door. It will give you some semblance of privacy. Besides, if it was shut, I would have knocked, giving you a couple seconds to at least separate from each other. I will never be able to get the image of my son being dry humped out of my head. And believe me, despite how pretty this girl is, that is an image I do not care to have.”

“Third, and this is most important, if and when the two of you decide to take this further, be protected. Wear a latex condom, go on the pill, and if an accident happens, take the morning-after pill immediately. You have your entire lives to bear children. No need to start now. I’m not going to punish you. Now I feel I’ve been very lenient considering what I saw, so any help you may need to acquire these items or if you have any other questions, please come to me. I only ask you to protect yourselves. Understand?”

“Yes Dad.” Jason replied in a monotone voice, still in awe that he wasn’t being exiled to his room for eternity.

“How about you?” Tim looked at Chelsea.

“Yes Sir.” Chelsea answered as Jason did, but only because Jason did. She was thrilled Mr. Akers didn’t ask her for her mother’s phone number.

“Good, and don’t call me Sir. It’s Mr. Akers to you.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide.

“I’m just kidding, please call me Tim. And what’s your…”

“Dad, I’m sorry to cut you off, but you’re really not upset?”

“Me? No, I’m not mad. I’m relieved actually. Relieved to know that you finally got over that Chelsea girl you’ve been in love with for four years. Your mom and I were worried you wouldn’t ever move on from that crush and you might turn gay.” Jason dropped his head in his hands, his face beet red. “Look at her, if she makes you half as happy as she is pretty, your mom and I will be proud.” Tim then added jokingly, “Unless your mom hangs her for dry humping her son.” Tim then extended his hand. “By the way, my rude son never introduced us. My name is Tim Akers, and you are?”

“I’m Chelsea Pollack.” Chelsea had an ear-to-ear grin at the unexpected information she received.

“Oh.” Tim now understood why his son’s head suddenly fell in his hands, but chose to ignore it. “Well Chelsea, I do hope you can stay for dinner. I’m supposed to be cooking, but all that means is I’m ordering pizza. I’m sure my wife would love to meet you.”

“I would love to, Sir. My mom doesn’t get home until seven. I just have to leave her a voicemail to let her know where I am.”

“Excellent. Anything in particular you want on your pizza?”

“Pepperoni and mushroom if that’s okay, Sir.”

“Great, and once again, call me Tim.” Tim got up and went into the kitchen to order the dinner, leaving the couple alone.

Chelsea’s big smile remained. “So, you’ve been in love with me for four years, huh?” She swayed into Jason, bumping her side into his.

At the contact, Jason finally looked up at her. “Um, yeah.” It was all he could mutter as his face began to fill with embarrassment again.

“Um, yeah? That’s it? I think there should be a little more of an explanation than that considering I didn’t know your name three days ago.”

Jason relented. “Alright, just don’t think I’m too weird, okay?”

“No promises. Just tell me.” She bumped into him again.

Jason took a deep breath. “It happened when you transferred to Roosevelt Junior High in the middle of the year. The first day you were in the office getting your schedule during my hour to help. I was assigned to show you around the school and to your beşiktaş escort locker. We talked about a variety of things and I started to like you. I also told you the next day was my birthday. Well after that, I went back to the office and you went to class. The following day, you walked into the office with a card, a present, and a smile. The card said that the gift is to help me unwind after a hard day’s work in the office. I unwrapped the gift and it was a can of silly string. You were the only person to get me something, let alone say Happy Birthday. But the two things that left me in awe of you was your candor and your smile. I loved your straight forward honesty. It was evident in our conversations and your card. You said it, stuck by it, and didn’t care about anybody’s reaction to it. It was never anything hurtful, just honesty with a hint of humor. And your smile, wow, that’s addicting. It is absolutely radiant. Every time I see it, then and now, I just want to kiss you.”

Chelsea beamed at the compliment.

“See, now I have to kiss you.” Jason moved in and pressed his lips to hers. Chelsea put her hand to the back of his head and opened her mouth. Jason dutifully accepted her invitation and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“C’mon guys, get a room.” Jessica sat down on the loveseat and turned the TV on.

“Do you have to be here right now?” Jason asked with a hint of frustration.

“I have every right to be in here, besides, Mom just pulled in. You should be thanking me that I warned you. I could’ve just let her catch you.” Jessica responded in a sassy tone.

Jason ignored Jessica and brought his attention back to Chelsea. “You ready to meet Mom?’

“Is it safe?”

“Yeah, she’s going to love you.” Jason moved to get up.

Chelsea pulled him back down and put her lips to his ear, sucking his earlobe momentarily, then whispered. “You’ve been in love with me for four years. Do you know what that means?”

“What’s that?”

“After that date you promised I’m going to fuck you till there’s nothing left in your balls for a week. Now let’s go meet your mom.” Chelsea stood up and noticed Jason was suddenly pale. “What? I thought you liked my straight-forward honesty?”

Jason shook his head. “I do, but why do you always have to say something like that right before you meet one of my parents? You said something similar before you met my dad as well.”

“Just trying to loosen you up a bit.”

Tim went outside to greet his wife, Mae. Not something he normally did, but today he was excited. Mae worked as a secretary for a law firm and always wore a knee length skirt and a blouse with her hair in a bun.

“Good evening Honey, how was your day?” Tim almost ran to Mae.

“It was fine. Who’s here and why are you smiling like the village idiot?”

“Oh there’s the pizza guy! Wait here while I get that.” Tim went over to the driver. The teen didn’t have to leave the car.

“What happened to the meatloaf? Did you burn it?” Mae had a concern for her kitchen pans.

“No, no, no. I had to have a talk to one of our children. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I’ll tell you about it after dinner. Guess whose car this is?” Tim was almost jumping with enthusiasm.

“Should I be worried about Jessica or Jason?”

“No, no, now c’mon, guess whose car this is?” Tim set the pizzas on the car hood.

“I don’t know, who?” Mae said not really caring anymore, still occupied with the thought of one her children being in hurt or in trouble.

“Chelsea Pollack.” Tim almost shouted as he threw out his arms in front of him.

Mae dropped her purse. “THE Chelsea Pollack?”

Tim nodded emphatically.

Mae now knew why her husband was so animated. Both of them could recite verbatim the tale of how a little girl named Chelsea Pollack made her son’s fourteenth birthday so special. A smile, a card, and a can of silly string were better than the four hundred dollar video game system she and Tim bought for him. All the rest of the school year and most of the summer, her little boy would regale them with that meeting. She also knew he was so infatuated with her, he never let it go. Jason fell hard for Chelsea.

“You met her? Is she nice?” Mae wanted any information Tim found out about the teen.

“Let’s just say in the short amount of time since I’ve been home, she does a lot for him and he is very happy.” Tim replied coyly.

Mae knew after 22 years of marriage that Tim was dodging her question. “What aren’t you telling me?” She put her hands on her hips and stared him down.

“I promise I’ll tell you later. The pizza is getting beylikdüzü escort cold and after all this time, don’t you want to meet the girl?” Tim picked up Mae’s purse, handed it to his wife, and grabbed the pizzas. After 22 years of marriage, he knew when he won his few-and-far between minor victories.

“Alright, let’s get inside.” Mae gave up arguing, realizing her husband was right. She really wanted to meet Chelsea, finally.

Dinner went well. Mae really liked Chelsea. She was everything Jason said she was and could tell he was happy. The young girl was well mannered, and kept calling her Ma’am and Tim Sir, despite their protests. Tim just leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. Mae couldn’t wait to be privy to his dark secret.

It was approaching 6:30 when Chelsea announced she had to get going. She still had some homework to get done. Jason joined her for the ride to her house. When they found out how close they lived, they were ecstatic. The couple only lived five blocks from each other, but if they cut through the alley, it only took seven minutes to walk it. The two got into the yellow beetle and Chelsea pulled out.

“All I have to do Friday is drop Jessica off at home we are free to go on our date. Dinner and a movie?”

“You’re going to wait three days to take me out?” Chelsea feigned disappointment.

“Well, Friday is the busiest night and I have to show off my hot new girlfriend. We can still hang out after school the other days.”

“Deal. You really think I’m hot?”

Jason turned toward Chelsea and with the utmost sincerity, “No, you’re more than that. You are a goddess, deserving of a place on Mount Olympus and having statues erected in your honor.”

Chelsea stopped the car in front of her house and turned to face Jason. He was looking at her ‘that’ way again. “Oh Jason.” She wrapped her arms around him and gave a him a soft slow deep kiss that seemed to last three days. Chelsea’s hands immediately went for his crotch and began to message him. Jason’s hand reached for her pelvic area and stated to rub.

Jason was instantly hard.

Chelsea was instantly wet.

Chelsea unzipped and unbuttoned Jason’s shorts and unsuccessfully pulled down on them. Jason lifted his body and soon his lower garments were at his knees and his cock sprang into full view. “My, my, what a perfect addition to my car, a new stick shift to play with.” Chelsea spit in her hand and grabbed his manhood with zeal. “Let’s see how fast you can go from 0-60.” She leaned in and kissed Jason with intensity.

Jason took this opportunity to explore under Chelsea’s dress. “Ooh, you’re wearing my shorts.”

Chelsea gave a lustful smile. “Since they’re yours, you should have no problem getting into them.” She began stroking Jason’s shaft lightly. Gently caressing every part of his tool and paying special attention to the underside, especially right under his knob. Jason shivered at the touch.

The couple resumed their make-out session. Jason found the strings of the shorts and tugged. The make-shift underwear fell and he immediately slipped a finger into her folds. Chelsea’s body was on fire as the first finger and then soon after a second finger plunged deep within her pussy. He spread his fingers into a V and slowly explored her depths with a scissors motion. Chelsea was writhing on top of his palm. Jason changed his motion rapidly plowing into her with speed as he inserted a third finger. His thumb moved to her clit, and gently rubbed her pearl.

Chelsea was close as she began to piston her hand with great urgency while her other hand kneaded Jason’s balls. When Jason inserted the tip of his pinkie into her ass, she exploded. Her shriek was loud as it resonated in the tiny car. That sound pushed Jason over the edge as his seed burst into the air and landed on his body, shorts, and on Chelsea’s dress.

Chelsea opened the glove compartment and grabbed a box of tissues. “Are you sure we have to wait for Friday? I mean if you can do that to me with your fingers, I can’t wait to see how you use the correct tool.”

Jason smirked at the compliment. “You know, I only said Friday, you’re the one who assumed I meant this Friday. I was actually referring to a month from now.” Jason grabbed a tissue and tried in vain to clean his shorts.

Chelsea finished wiping clean her hand. “I guess I’m going to have to give you a reason to make it as soon as possible.” With that, Chelsea’s head lowered and took all of Jason’s limp cock in her mouth. After a few moments, she lifted her head. “There you go, all clean.”

“Yeah,” said Jason, “and all hard. What was that for?”

“Now you have to take me out this Friday.” She pulled up the shorts and tried to straighten her dress. “You won’t be able to wait a month in that condition.”

“You win, and if this is how you’re going to react when we have any dispute, I have a feeling your going to win any argument we have.

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Part 6: Cleaning Up Our Act

Started: May 17th, 2007

Finished: Late Mid-May, 2007

*~*~*

(January)

I woke up with a start. Jake was still on top of me, his flaccid penis laying along the crack of my ass. He was gently stroking the top of my head with his hand and nibbling on my shoulder. The wind could still be heard roaring outside.

“Are you awake yet, Sammie?” he asked quietly.

“Mm-hm. How are you?”

“Better than I’ve ever been,” he purred, nuzzling my cheek.

I realized what was going on. Jake had woken up from his nap before I had and he must have been thinking about fun, dirty things. Already, I could feel his cock stiffening.

As if to answer my unspoken question, he rolled over and landed beside me, smiling sweetly at me.

“I love you,” he purred, stroking my face now.

I could see in his eyes what was happening and I said, “No.”

“What?”

“You wanna start again, yes?”

“Well… yeah. I got to thinking while you were asleep…”

“I understand, honey,” I said, smiling back. “But we can’t just start this over again. If you want to putthatanywhere in me, we both need to shower first.”

Oh, what did I start?

Jake’s eyes lit up as if from behind and his lips parted in a silent gasp.

“Now there’s an idea,” he said, grinning.

“Oh no…”

Almost the very next second found me being toted into the small bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. The shower was small but clean and bright white. The room itself was spare and, as was a bad habit of Jake’s, pretty cluttered and dirty; laundry was piled on the floor and soaps, hair products, a belt and a razor were scattered over the small countertop.

Gently setting me down so I could lean on the small edge of the counter that was clean, Jake went and turned the hot water on in the shower. As amused and slightly frustrated as I was, I couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of nervous expectancy at the prospect of having sex in the shower. I had to stifle a laugh when it occurred to me that we’d have used up every common form of sex before we’d been dating even a whole month.

As the water warmed up, Jake came and leaned against me, pinning me in place and kissing me fervently. I stifled a moan as he did things with his tongue that I had yet to experience.

“Mm, Jake, God,” I gasped, leaning my head back to catch my breath.

As I did that, he took the opportunity to unfasten my red bra and toss it onto the counter behind me. As he tugged my panties down, he kissed down my neck and in all the places he knew would drive me crazy. With a soft laugh, he dipped his tongue in my ear and then trailed it down my neck, licking at my right breast with an anxious hunger. I giggled and bit my tongue as he latched on to my nipple and sucked hard.

“Hungry, my baby?”

“Starving,” he groaned, emphasizing his words by grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

I reached down to take his now erect penis in my hand, gently stroking it like a masturbating kid.

“Mm, I love it when you do that…” he sighed, slowing his own actions down to enjoy the way my hands felt wrapped around him.

I glanced up and saw that the mirrors were now steamed up.

“Water’s hot,” I giggled.

“Perfect.”

Jake let me go and adjusted the faucets ’til the water was comfortable. He turned to me with the white steam behind him reflecting the pale light of the small fixtures, and, for a moment, I was struck dumb. Something in that image… his naked body, fit and trim at his peak; his well-hung cock erect and up against his flat, hard stomach; the way his bare, golden skin shimmered in the humidity; the sexy shadow along his jaw; his blackish hair slick and wet with sweat and steam, hanging low in his loving honey-brown eyes; his full lips pursed as he seemed to be either in deep thought or having a fantasy… Well, it was like something out of a very classy porn film, or a romance novel.

“Jake,” I sighed, pursing my lips.

“Yeah?” he said, grinning at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

He laughed. But it wasn’t a “you’re crazy” laugh. No, it was more like an “I can’t believe I got this lucky” kind of laugh. But then his lips parted and met mine and I lost all rational thought as he steered me into the shower and under the hot water.

He tried to playfully pin me against the wall and push into me, but I wouldn’t have it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pouting.

“I’m dirty,” I said matter-of-factly, taking a washcloth from the rack and pouring shower gel on it. When he grinned and growled, I added, “And so are you.”

Catching on, Jake poured some shampoo in his hands, lathered it up and rubbed it into my hair. Giggling, I stepped so that our bodies were touching in front—to make it easier for us to scrub each other of course!—and started washing him. Gently and lovingly, like a mom, I bathed him as he washed my hair, very careful to keep the soap out of my eyes, but when I got lower, I dropped the washcloth and took my slippery hands and started massaging him—everywhere.

“Oh…” bakırköy escort he softy gasped, trembling. “That’s… incredible…”

He gently kissed my lips as I stroked him over and over. I reached one hand around his waist to slide my fingers down the small of his back and to his asshole. Slowly and tenderly, I slipped inside and fingered him and he started to shake like a frightened child.

“Sam…”

“Jake?”

“Stop.”

I did, but asked, “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just… I can’t take that. Please.”

“Okay, honey. Anything for you.”

I didn’t want to press the point, but I couldn’t help but wonder whether Jake didn’t like that treatment… or if he liked it too much. Either way, I respected his wish and left his ass alone. Instead, I cradled his testicles in my hands and massaged them with my fingertips.

“Mm… Mm, yes, Sam, please… I like that…”

I nuzzled his neck and started to stroke his cock again, wanting him to come in my hands. I loved making him come in my hands, letting his hot cum splatter against my thighs and tummy.

“Come, dammit,” I hissed, licking his shoulder where the water had already rinsed him clean. “Now!”

“Oh!” he groaned, giving in and letting go.

His erection jerked as a slow stream of white seed spilt out over my wrists and stomach. The water washed it away quickly, but I had the knowledge that I had done that to hold onto. Slowly, Jake collapsed against me and I felt his hot, slippery body pressing me against the cold wall of the shower.

“Thank you, Sammie. Thank you so goddamn much. Thank you…”

His eyes were closed and I feared he was going to fall asleep standing up. That was his thing: to fall asleep after sex. And as much as I liked the idea, we often loved in places where sleep wasn’t a good idea.

“You okay?” I asked, snickering.

“Yeah, yeah…” he muttered, straightening. “It was just so… sogood. Thank you.”

“Mm, anytime, darling,” I said, grinning up at him. “Now, I need to be bathed too…”

Jake grinned back at me and I knew we were about to start all over again. I lathered up and washed his hair as he slowly—very slowly—massaged soap into my skin. First, he soaped my arms, moving his hands up and down, getting me good and… wet. Then, he moved on to my shoulders and down my back. As he did that, he flipped me and gave my whole back a slow, sweet massage. A soft moan came from my mouth and he knew he was making me feel good. When his hands reached my ass, I jerked away, spinning back around.

“I can’t play with yours, you can’t play with mine,” I said, wagging a finger at him.

He looked put out for a second, but he grinned, realizing that I was only joking. He then resumed his washing. He moved his beautiful hands down from my neck to my breasts and massaged themhard. I whimpered as he tried to pinch my nipples, but his fingers kept slipping off, so it just hurt for a second and then he had to do it again. Oh, it felt so good.

“Jake,” I gasped, tilting my head back and letting the water run down my neck. “Feels so good…”

“I know. I know, Sam, I know…”

Dropping to his knees, Jake gently nuzzled my tummy as he parted my labia with his soapy fingers. He paused to rinse them clean so it wouldn’t sting, then he slipped two inside my vagina before I knew what he was about. I gasped again and, not giving me time to think or feel, he started rubbing his thumb across my clitoris over and over. I whimpered, loving that sweet feeling of his wet fingers on my wet skin, just rubbing… Rubbing over and over…Harder and harder… The water, in a steady stream, kept beating down on my bared neck as I leaned back on the wall, dripping down my body in rhythm with Jake’s fingers in and on me. He kept licking and kissing around my bellybutton and across my mound above his fingers. And all that together just drove me higher and higher.

“Oh, God, Jake!” I cried, edging closer.

“Come, Sammie. Come, please!”

Faster and faster, Jake stroked me, his fingers inside thrusting hard against my G-spot. The way his wet thumb felt flicking across my throbbing clit was incredible, the way his fingers felt inside me was beautiful and the orgasm he gave me then and there was indescribable.

“Jake!” I groaned, throwing my head back as I came.

I arched my back, thrusting my hips against him. He grinned and I shuddered. Oh, for a second, I lost control of my body. Luckily I was leaning back so I didn’t fall on Jake and crush him. As I trembled, coming back down, my girl cum dripped out around his fingers, washing away with the water.

With a soft laugh, Jake rose and embraced me, taking my weight in his arms. I fought to catch my breath and when I had, he took my mouth and with it, my breath again. He kissed me, hard and passionately, and with the water, his hands, his lips and his body, I felt like I was drowning.

I felt the hardness between my thighs and I knew why he was kissing me that way. He was ready to go… again. With a soft beşiktaş escort whimper, he plunged into me, not even waiting for me to say it was okay. And, in a way, I liked his forcefulness. I loved the way he bounced back and forth between being passive and being aggressive in love. It was sexy to be dominated, but so sweet when he was slow and romantic. I liked the changes.

Anyway, Jake shifted his weight so I could put my legs around his waist. I wrapped them tightly, clinging to him with my arms around his neck. He pressed against me, pinning me against the wall so he didn’t have to hold upallof my 140 pounds.

“Oh, yes,” I hissed, feeling the head of his cock reach my G-spot.

He started fucking me again, not as hard as he could, but he was still ferocious. And after all I’d been through for the last few hours, it still felt good. Having him ram that gorgeous tool into me over and over… it was just incredible. And it didn’t take long, my rain dripping down between us. My breath caught in my chest and I was finished.

“Fuck yes!” I gasped, climaxing that quickly.

Shocked, Jake kept pounding into me, gasping for air as he held me there against the wall. He grinned, realizing that he had shoved me over the edgethatfast. This only made him wilder and he fucked me faster and faster. Finally, after my pussy was really starting to hurt, he gave in and fell against me, crying my name out loud as his cum spilt into me.

We clung to one another as the hot water ran over our bodies, washing away the sweat, sweetness and semen. Jake’s hands were on my bottom, supporting me and my arms were around his waist, holding him against me. He gasped for breath, muttering something inaudibly against my breast. Finally, we rinsed off, gently running our fingers through one another’s hair to get all the soap off.

We stepped out of the shower, dripping water onto everything and Jake scrambled about for a clean towel.

“Only one?” I said, grinning.

Sheepishly, Jake shrugged and waited his turn to dry off. I felt bad, realizing that he didn’t hardly have time to do laundry or the money to buy a lot of anything. It was then that I decided I was going to be one of those girlfriends who always takes good care of their guy, no matter what. Whenever I was at his place, I was going to help him; be it doing laundry or picking up, I wanted to help him. After all he had done for me, starting with the confidence he unknowingly gave me early on in our friendship to the love he made to me now, he deserved anything and everything I could do for him.

“Jakie,” I whispered, putting the towel around him and drawing him close to me, “I love you so goddamn much.”

Slowly brushing his lips across my face from my temple down to my lips and up to my other ear, he whispered, “I love you even more, Sammie.”

As he laid my damp, naked body on his bed, Jake looked down at me and sighed, “Thank you, Sam, for the wonderful gifts you’ve given me—today and every day. You’re the greatest present I could ever have asked for.”

“Happy birthday, Jake. I wish you could know just how much you mean to me…” I muttered as he sat down beside me.

Gently finger combing my wet locks, he said, “I know, Sammie. I know because you mean that much to me…”

Part 7: Backseat Driving

Started: Mid-To-Late April, 2007

Finished: Late April, 2007

*~*~*

(January)

Within a couple of weeks, and with Jake’s incredible help, I managed to acquire my driver’s license. I made a point of driving my mother’s red Mustang into town as often as possible so I could see my lover.

The first day I went to his store after receiving my permit, I strode inside like I owned the place.

“Sam!” he cried, running around the counter to embrace me like a soldier returning home.

I let him squeeze me tightly for a long moment before he let go and asked, “I thought you couldn’t come today.”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Ooh, something good?” he asked, looking around as if we were being eavesdropped upon.

I held up the keys to the Ford, the red keychain from the dealership still on it.

“Oh my God. You got the Mustang!” he squealed, flinging himself on me.

“I made sure there wasn’t anything in the backseat before I left,” I said, giving him an enigmatic grin.

“Fucking shit. I am so taking my break as soon as Jeff gets back!”

I went and waited outside so no one knew what was up and within ten minutes, Jake wandered outside, a dumb, happy grin on his face that gave the impression of a virgin who’d moved in with a sorority full of strippers.

“Hey there, handsome, you need a ride?” I asked from the bench in front of the restaurant by the mall’s entrance.

“Well, actually,” he said, shuffling his feet. “I’m waiting on my girlfriend. But I appreciate the offer.”

Giggling, I took his hand and led him to the remote corner of the parking lot where I had left the little red sports car.

“This car is almost as hot as you, Sam,” he said, grinning.

“Wait’ll beylikdüzü escort you see it from inside…”

“Oh God…” he whispered, catching on to what I implied there.

Opening the door, I let him crawl into the little backseat first. It was cramped in there, but somehow I knew that in about in five minutes, that wasn’t going to matter. I crawled in on top of Jake and slammed the door shut, locking it just in case. Silently, I thanked God that my mother had got the one with tinted windows.

“I can’t breathe, Sammie,” he whispered, looking up at me in awe.

“Me neither,” I gasped, slipping my hands under the hem of his black t-shirt bearing the band name, “THE USED,” across the front in cursive. “I want you so bad I cantasteit, Jakie…”

He moved his mouth like he was trying to speak, but all that came out was a soft whimper of anticipation. I smiled seductively as I pulled his shirt up over his head. His tight, low jeans came next as I hastily unbuckled the belt. All the while, Jake moaned beneath me, gently running his fingers through my long hair.

When all that lay between us were his pale blue boxers, I knelt between his knees and bent down, running my lips over his thighs. His voice broke as I trailed my tongue up the inside of his right thigh and that sense of power again overwhelmed me—I never would have imagined it was so easy to make a grown man beg and whimper.

“Please, let me… let me take them off,” he gasped, his hands trembling with anticipation.

“Fine,” I sighed, tugging the shorts down off his skinny hips.

Looking down at him, I smiled softly, wondering how it was possible for me to do something that I was raised to believe was dirty and yet feel so comfortable, so safe, so… right. Touching Jake, pleasing him, doing things to him that made him cry… That was my purpose on this earth. To make love to this man.

“I love you,” I whispered, bending down to press a tender kiss to his tummy.

“Love… love you more, Sammie…” he gasped, knowing what was coming next.

Not wanting to let him off with just head this time, I decided to do it a little differently. I took his throbbing cock in my fingers and slowly started massaging him from base to tip and back again.

“Oh yes,” he hissed, tilting his head back against the speaker in the wall. “Mm, yes…”

I licked a slow stroke around the base of him, giggling as he begged me to go down on him.

“No, honey… I want this to last like the first time. I want you to come inside me…”

“Sam, I just had a horrible thought!”

“Hm?”

“What if I knock you up?”

I glanced up and saw the look of terror on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“We’ve done it like fifty times and you’rejustnow realizing I could get pregnant?”

“Well, the first few times, I worried, but you haven’t said anything about missing a period and lately, we’ve just been going down on each other. I thought it was because of some unspoken non-impregnation deal…”

“Honey, I’ve had an irregular period since I hit puberty…”

“Uh…?”

“I’m… On… The…Pill!”

“Oh thank you God,” he whispered, letting himself fall back on the seat.

I collapsed on him, giggling uncontrollably at his horror and ensuing relief.

“Now shut up and let me fuck you! You’re wasting time.”

“Yes’m!”

I continued my stroking of his erection and bent down to take one of his balls in my mouth.

“You’re the first person to ever do that to me…” he moaned. “God it’s sweet…”

“I hope I’m the last…”

Jake didn’t reply, but he smiled in an odd way and it gave me a good feeling.

I stroked faster, wanting to put him close to the edge and just as he was about to come, I let go and he groaned in frustration.

“God I hate it when you do that!” he growled, grabbing me by the shoulders, flipping us both, and pinning me beneath him.

“I like to drive you crazy,” I whispered, taking my shirt and jeans off hastily.

“I’m gonna drive you…hard,” he replied, dropping his voice down to a seductive purr as he yanked my panties down. “We’re gonna go places you never even seen before.”

“Do it!”

Viciously, Jake thrust into me, causing me to cry out in pain. Secretly, Ilovedit when Jake said dirty things or hurt me when we loved. It was a rare treat, so rare that I didn’t want to tell him how much I liked it in case he’d do it more or less often and ruin the thrill of it. Already I was dripping wet and he slid in easily, but it was his force that hurt.

Without a word, he began to thrust into me over and over, eventually whispering my name in my ear, his lips trembling. I threw my head back and moaned incoherently as he pounded me so fucking hard.

“Ugh, God, Jake, it’s so hard…” I cried, resting my feet flat on the headliner.

“You know you like it…”

Jake opened his mouth and licked up from my shoulder to my hairline, twisting his tongue down in my ear. He knew how much I loved being licked and he made sure to do it every time we loved. I opened my mouth and let him trail his tongue between my lips and down my throat. He loved to kiss, for lack of a better word,deeply, and somehow it thrilled me. He swirled his tongue around the roof of my mouth and it tickled, then he licked across my tongue and into the back of my throat.

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You receive an envelope with an address, a key and a note to tell you to be there at 7pm. You arrive a hotel, proceed to the room and let yourself in. It is a large room that is empty of furniture except for a large bed in the middle of room with a small table beside it. On the table is a few bottles of water and several bottles of other liquid in plastic squeeze bottles. The room is lit with candles and there is a beautiful aroma in the air. There is another note on the bed telling you to get undressed and get comfortable on the bed. You are lying on the bed naked, your hand casually playing with your dick but you don’t wish to get to excited.

Suddenly music starts playing, a sultry jazz tune as I enter the room. You can smell my perfume, and you can smell my pussy as I stand in front of you . I am dress in white blouse, a short black skirt , black stockings and 5 inch black pumps. I start dancing for you, as I slowly undo the button on my blouse exposing the tops of my creamy breasts and black bra with red lace as my shirt falls to the floor, I turn around and undo my skirt and let fall to floor. I stand and slowly bend over so you can see my black panties and my black stockings, I stand up and gyrate my hips as I hook my fingers in my panties and slide them down my body. I bend over again so you can see my creamy ass and part my legs so you cans see my dripping wet pussy and my rosebud. I turn back to you and lift one leg at time so I can roll off my stockings and kick off pendik escort my shoes. You hand is stroking your cock and it getting hard and beads of precum are collecting on the head. I bend down and kiss you hard, my tongue tracing your lips and thrusting deep in your mouth and step back. I love the smile that is on your face.

I move to the small table and pick up on the squeeze bottles. I tell you lie down in the middle of the bed on your back. I move so I am kneeling beside you, and turn the bottle over and soon you can feel warm scented oil pouring over your body. I pour it over your chest, your stomach , over your cock and your legs. You gasp when and hits you and you love the feeling of the warm oil running over your skin. I put down the bottle and massage the oil into you. I start with your chest, my hands moving in circles as I can feel your muscles under my hands and love how pale I look against your dark skin. I move down to your flat stomach and hear your intake of breath as I move down lower but I skip over your cock at the moment and run my hands down your muscular legs. I love the sent of the oil and how my hands can glide over your body. I move back up and cup your balls in my hand lightly squeezing them before I take your hard cock in my hand and slick oil up and down it. The sound of my hand wet with oil as long with the feeling of it sliding up and down your shaft is turning you on. I stop because I don’t want you to cum yet. I look kartal escort down and love the way your skin is so shiny and hard your cock is jutted out from your body glistening.

I grab the bottle of oil again and slowly pour it over my large breast. I let it run down them before I collect the oil in my hands and rub on my breasts and pull on my nipples. My breasts are wet with the oil and my nipples are standing straight out begging you for attention. You tell me that it your turn and tell me to lie down on the bed on my stomach. You pour the oil all over my back and ass, your hands soon following the same path. Your hands part my ass cheeks as you drip oil in my ass and I feel your thumb running over and over it in circles. I feel you lying down on me, your body sliding over and over mine as your rub against me. Your cock is rubbing between my ass cheeks and the tip of it is entering me. It feels so erotic and so naughty. I am grinding up against you and grinding against the bed trying to get so action on my clit. I am slick with oil and drenched with my creamy juices.

I roll over to look at you. You are kneeling beside me and your cock is so hard, and looks like it is ready to explode. I tell you lie on your stomach and let me rub your back. I want us to slow down a bit and make tonight last. I let the oil slowly drip down your back and your ass. My hand firmly massage it into your beautiful skin. I stroke your ass and let the oil drip maltepe escort down your ass and your balls. I love to hear you moan and watch as you rub yourself against the sheets. I lie down on starting at your legs and move up your body. My breast and hard nipples massaging you. When I am covering your body with my own. I whisper in your ear how much I need your cock in me, how much I love how your body looks dripping in oil and how wet and horny you have made me tonight. I want you fuck me hard and I want you to fill my pussy with a huge load of your cum. You push up from the bed and make me fall to the side of you. I know that you have been teased enough.

You wrap your huge dick in your hands and tell me to finger fuck my pussy because you want me to be pulsating when you put your dick in me. The room is filled with sound of my wet pussy and the sound of your stroking your oiled covered cock. It doesn’t take me long to bring myself to a an orgasm, as I scream out your name as I cum. In a moment you are shoving your cock deep inside me, my wetness and pulsating cunt pulls you deep in me as your lean forward to kiss me hard. You pull back and put my legs on your shoulders. So you can fuck me deep and hard; pounding in me over and over. Your tanned skin contrasting against my creamy body as you look down and watch your cock enter my pussy. You grab my legs and pull me hard against you as shoot a huge load of cream in my pussy. You pull out and shoot the rest over my stomach as my hand moves down to collect it and drip over my clit. I stroke myself to another orgasm as I reach deep in me to feel how much you filled up my tight pussy with your hot delicious cum.

You smile at me and ask me there is shower in this place. I wonder what might happen in there?

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