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“Oh shit, I shouldn’t drink so much,” Sarah giggled as she stumbled through the front door of her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and kicking her shoes under it. The short drive from the bar had made her thankful that she lived so close to the downtown, but had done little to sober her up. Thank God all the cops were too busy busting transients and tweakers to pay any attention to her black Honda weaving slightly down rainy side streets. She took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, and soon her blouse and slacks followed, creating a wrinkled pile that would necessitate later ironing.

Definitely not something to worry about tonight, Sarah thought as she made a wobbly beeline to her recently purchased memory foam mattress. Sarah had been spending a lot of time in bed lately so she hardly regretted the exorbitant $2,000 price tag. Her boyfriend Isaac had left her for the big city and the promise of an exciting new life a few months ago and she hadn’t quite adjusted to his absence yet, to say the least. She wasted a couple nights a week out drinking with her girlfriends, bad-mouthing her ex, but ignoring the numerous comes-on of the local guys, who never missed opportunities to Yalı Escort Bayan fall all over themselves commenting on her flowing red hair and pale white skin. A few brave souls even praised her ample breasts, which Sarah freed from the constraints of the bra that she tossed on the floor next to the panties she had just peeled off. Sarah cued her CD alarm clock to her favorite Pixies track (the original version of “Gigantic”) for the next morning and sourly thought of how awful work was going to be in her undoubtedly hung over state. After a gulp of day-old water from the bedside stand, she curled up in the fetal position for a short night of sleep.

A half hour later and Sarah still had not descended into restfulness. She had tossed and turned, trying every conceivable position and trick to fall asleep with absolutely no luck. She was getting desperate and realized that cumming was maybe going to the be the only thing that would knock her out. Sarah fumbled in the bedside stand for her faithful slim-line vibrator and turned it onto the lowest setting. As the vibrator hummed quietly on her clit, Sarah’s mind wandered lazily, finally settling on the last sex she and Yalı Escort Isaac had. They had been fighting over all his recent unexplained late nights out without her. Then they were drinking beers like one would frantically guzzle water on a hot summer day. The next thing she knew they were in bed having some of the best sex of their two year relationship. Isaac was much more aggressive than he usually was and quickly turned Sarah around. She didn’t usually like doggy style, but something about their level of intoxication, the urgent way Isaac kneaded her full breasts, and the overwhelming sensations she felt as his lengthy, thick cock pounded her soaking wet insides sent her over the edge repeatedly.

Of the many thing Sarah missed about Isaac, near the top of the list was how full he made her feel during sex. As she masturbated, Sarah slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. Then a couple more. While it felt great, it just wasn’t enough. Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a suitable substitute for all the sex toys she’d regrettably thrown out after Isaac’s departure. Then she remembered the organic cucumber she’d bought for a salad that, like her bed recently, Escort Yalı never got made. Sarah quickly padded out to the kitchen and shivered as she rifled through the fridge until she produced the desired vegetable. And what a monster it was, she thought in awe as she soaped it up under hot water. The green behemoth was at least eight inches long and bigger around than her wrist.

Back in bed, Sarah adjusted the vibrator to a slightly higher setting, tracing patterns around her pussy lips with one end of the cucumber. She was so wet and worked up that it didn’t take her long to gradually begin feeding the oversized cucumber into her hungry pussy. “Ohmigod,” she moaned as she slowly eased the vegetable into her wetness. By the time she worked the green giant halfway in she was beginning to question her sanity in choosing such a large penis replacement. But she now had the fullness she so badly craved, and then some. Sarah was quickly become accustomed to the enormity of the cucumber as an orgasm rapidly approached. “Unnnh,” Sarah yelled as she came hard, full breasts shaking and soaked pussy clenching around her king-size veggie lover.

As the last spasms of her orgasm subsided, Sarah realized she was no longer so uptight about getting to sleep. And suddenly calling in to work the next day seemed like a feasible option, if only to spend more time enjoying getting better acquainted with / stretched to the absolute limit by her newly discovered green friend.

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Chapter 1:

I’ve been enjoying the retired life for the better part of 10 months now and look forward to many new adventures on the open road. I recently purchased a 25 foot travel trailer and have been traveling up and down the West Coast of the good old U.S. of A.

My itinerary this week has me traveling down Highway 101 in Central California. I’d been on the road many hours and it was getting late on a dark summer evening. Lucky for me, I spotted a sign for a local RV park just a few miles away.

Pulling into the park this late meant the registration desk was closed for the night. The sign posted on the front door said to pick a spot and check in first thing in the morning. There were just a few open spaces, but I managed to find one in the back area that was a pull through. Even in the dark, I could tell there was nice shade and some seclusion. After the long drive, I decided to just pull in, unhook and call it a night. I would deal with hook-ups and leveling in the morning.

Bright and early the next morning, I wake to a loud knock on my door. My first thought was, wow they don’t waste time collecting the registration fees. As I cleared my foggy brain and got out of bed, the knocking grew louder and more persistent. Well hold on a minute and let me get some shorts on. I always sleep in the nude. I enjoy the freedom and have found that I tend to have more sexual dreams when I am naked as a jay bird. It also makes it easier to tug on my seven inch cock throughout the night and when I wake up with morning wood. This morning was no exception. I was looking forward to a nice long leisurely masturbation session fantasizing about big tits and wet pussies.

I put on my shorts and tucked in my hard cock. My orgasm would have to wait. I opened the door and my jaw literally dropped. Standing right outside my trailer was a lovely, older lady, hair up in a bun and totally topless. I did a double-take, rubbing my eyes, not believing what I was seeing. She looked to be in her 40s or 50s and had the most gorgeous tits I’ve seen in quite a while. They were quite large, rounded with a touch of sag, but sitting high and proud on her chest. Her dark nipples looked to be the size of my thumb and quite erect, probably due to the morning chill. Her areoles must measure at least 3 or 4 inches across. In my mind they were perfect and I probably stared a bit too long.

She introduced herself as Madeline. The sound of her voice brought me back to my senses and I raised my eyes to meet hers. They were sparkling blue and mesmerizing, as were her breasts. Madeline apologized for the early interruption, but was here to ask a favor of me. In my mind I was thinking, may I have the favor of feasting on those two delightful orbs and tasting those hard buds that were still erect.

I told her my name was Paul and it was a pleasure to meet her.

Madeline explained she was in the space right next to me and was having some issues with her RV’s refrigerator. It wasn’t cooling as it should and the ice in the freezer compartment was beginning to melt. Since the park office was still closed and she couldn’t reach the handyman, would I be able to assist her. I would be more than happy to, especially if it meant that I would be able to admire her naked chest up close and personal.

We made our way over to her rig. As we walked over, I must have been staring at her boobs a little too long. She turned to me and inquired if these were the first tits I’d ever laid my eyes on. I replied, “well no, but they are the first I’ve seen in an RV park that were not covered by clothing. Aren’t you worried that other campers might see you?” Madeline laughed and asked me if I knew where I was. I said, “Sure, I’m in an RV park right off Highway 101 near the ocean.” With a smirk she said I was almost correct. “This is an RV park alright, and it is by the ocean, but it is a clothing optional RV park!” She went on to say and that I would probably be seeing a lot more boobs as the day unfolds, so I’d better get used to it and put my eyeballs back in their sockets.

“Now, about my refrigerator?”

It took me a moment to wrap my mind around what she just told me. I heard there were nudist parks all over, but assumed they were hidden up in the hills or down in secluded valleys, not right here next to a major thoroughfare. This was going to be interesting.

We entered her travel trailer; my cock was exceptionally stiff, but hidden Küçükyalı Escort by my shorts. Her trailer was quite nice, larger than mine with two slide outs. It was well appointed and looked brand new. I was about to inspect the fridge when I heard another voice wish me a “good morning”. I looked over to the dinette table and my cock got several degrees harder. Sitting there was another lovely older lady, with a bright smile, curly locks and bare breasts. I thought I was seeing double. She reached out to shake my hand and introduced herself as Sandra. I reached out to shake her hand, but my eyes were glued to her tits. They were equally as magnificent as Madeline’s with rose colored aureoles and thumb sized nipples. Her nipples were not as erect, probably due to the warmth inside the cabin. As she stood, her boobs jiggled slightly. They were firm and large and large and firm. I was a lucky man.

Madeline chimed in, “This is our neighbor, Paul. Don’t mind him, he just found out he rolled into a clothing optional RV park last night. I told him it was not polite to stare.” Both ladies began to laugh at my expense.

Sandra told me I could stare all I want. She appreciates a good “boob man” and squeezed her globes to emphasize her point. I detected her nipples stiffening up just a bit.

I looked back and forth several time at both ladies and it occurred to me that they could be twins. If not twins, at least sisters. And, they did not have any tan lines across their breasts. Mmmm, I wonder how often these two beauties flaunt their assets beneath the golden sun.

Sandra said, “If you are wondering, we are not twins, nor are we sisters. Just two good friends who look very similar to one another.”

“I was wondering if you were related.”

Madeline chimed in, “We get that question all the time. We do look like twins, but there is definitely one way to tell us apart. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll find out just what that is.” I spotted a slight blush by Sandra.

I cleared my throat and turned my attention to the fridge. It was indeed warmer than it should have been, but the chill control was set properly. I mentioned there might be an outside control for the cooling coil I could check.

I walked outside and around to the back of their coach. Both ladies followed, boobs swaying back and forth. I opened the cover and inspected the refrigeration unit. Sure enough, there was a control knob that was not turned to the proper setting. I turned the knob, the refrigeration unit immediately kicked in and I could tell this was the problem. Madeline and Sandra gathered around me as I explained the problem and showed them the proper setting. Both ladies were ecstatic and immediately grabbed me for a big hug. I almost came on the spot as two sets of the most beautiful breasts, and four extremely hard and erect nipples pressed into my chest. Of course, I hugged back and held their bodies close for as long as possible.

I’m sure they could feel my very hard and throbbing member grinding against their lower torsos, but they did not say a word. After we released each other, they thanked me profusely and invited me to join them later down at the beach. An offer I immediately accepted.

I needed to get back to my trailer and get some relief for my aching cock. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to unload a powerful spurt of jism. I thought briefly of asking for a quick hand job, but knew I should not push my luck. There would be time enough to pursue that course of action.

On my way back I noticed a tag on my car stating I needed to check in at registration, this was not a free park. OK, but first I need to take care of something.

As soon as I shut my trailer door, my shorts were off and I was lying prone on my queen size bed, cock in hand. I didn’t need any lube at this point. I gripped my dick with my right hand and began to stroke. A mental picture of Madeline and Sandra had me at the point of no return. I pictured their perfect breasts, hard nipples and inviting smiles. I remembered Sandra squeezing her flesh, offering her tits to me. I tightened my grip around my pulsing shaft and erupted with a torrent of cum. Two or three thick ropes sperm launched from my cock straight up in the air and landed on my chest. A few more spurts dribbled out onto my fingers as I continued to pump through a very satisfying orgasm. This one curled my toes, it was the release Küçükyalı Escort Bayan I needed. My cock began to soften. I brought my hand to my nose and inhaled. I love the sweet smell of my cum and I hope the two ladies next door do too. I dozed off to a picture of their tits covered in my sperm. Oh, the possibilities.

Chapter Two:

After a brief respite, I needed to stir and get over to the registration office before I receive another nastygram. I enjoyed a quick bowl of cereal to recharge my energy. Then it was time to get dressed in my business attire. Being fully retired, this means a pair of cargo shorts, Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops. I usually go commando as I enjoy the extra room for my cock to sway back and forth. I walked to the office and saw many campers up and moving about their sites. Some were cooking breakfast on outdoor stoves; others were giving full attention to their rigs, repairing one thing or another. I saw other folks already out for a morning walk. One thing in common: they were completely nude, except for the requisite hat and sandals. Lots of boobs, cocks and pussies on display. All shapes and sizes. Most of the people were of my generation, men showing a bit of paunch, ladies with sagging tits, some ladies sported tits sitting high and proud due to a surgeon’s expert hands. I don’t mind, I enjoy them all. All of a sudden, I was feeling a bit overdressed.

I walked into the registration office which also served as the camp store. There were a few couples milling about looking for items to purchase. I couldn’t get over the fact they were so casual about their attire, or lack of it. I admired the ladies from afar, getting nice glimpses of their lovely boobs and the curly tufts of hair adorning their pubic region. I looked at the men too, silently comparing the size of their equipment to mine. As I said, all shapes and sizes.

At the registration desk the lady behind the counter introduced herself as Pamela, one of the owners of the RV park. “You must be Paul. Welcome. You’re a bit over dressed don’t you think.”

“What?” I was a bit taken back by her comment. “How?”

Pamela smiled and said Madeline had just called over and wanted me to thank the lovely man staying in space A18. “Madeline said you were a lifesaver with their refrigerator and to be sure to give you a good rate for your stay. Oh, and by the way, he might be a little shy.” Pamela added a little wink with that last statement.

There was nothing shy about Pamela. She is a beautiful goddess standing behind that counter, completely naked. She looks to be in her mid-40s, soft, tanned skin, intoxicating ruby red lips with a smile a mile wide. Her breasts were a lovely C cup with upturned puffy nipples. The kind I would love to suckle on to see how hard I could make them. They were the color of peaches. Her trim body was flawless, probably the result of many hours working out. As she stood behind the counter, her legs were slightly apart giving me a wonderful view of her pussy. Her golden curls were neatly trimmed into a perfect vee shape, pointing down to deliciously smooth outer lips. There was a hint of her inner labia extending down and they seemed to glisten with moistness. I would love to run my tongue up the entire length of that inviting slit and taste her sweet juices.

I felt my cock stir as my eyes wandered up her perfect form and made contact again with hers. She smiled a devilish smile and explained the ins and outs of the RV park, the house rules and lay of the land. She made a point of telling me that full nudity was the accepted norm and she hoped I would comply very soon. Again my cock began to rise. She explained one of the perks of park ownership was lusting over the guest’s hard cocks, wet pussies and lovely tits. She made a point of telling me her favorite is a semi hard cock, maybe seven to eight inches in length, circumcised and neatly trimmed. And shaved balls were a must, as she enjoyed countless hours of licking and sucking a well hung man. I admit I fit that description to a tee.

Why is she telling all of this to a total stranger. Maybe it was her way of extending a special welcome to new arrivals? My seven inches were busting at the seam and I needed to take care of this right away. I figured Pamela had to keep an eye on business, so I opted to take up this subject matter with her at a later date. I paid my fee for a three day stay and Escort Küçükyalı turned to leave. Pamela gave me a sly wink and added if there was ever anything she could do to make my stay more pleasurable, don’t hesitate to ask.

I figured now was a good time for me to fit in with the crowd. I unbuttoned my Hawaiian shirt, dropped my cargo shorts and stepped out of them one foot after the other. By now, my cock was rigid and sprang to attention. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip. I gathered the wetness on my finger and licked the salty fluid. Pamela whistled her approval and told me to have a great day.

I walked to my trailer, my mind reeling with the possibilities presented by this clothing optional RV park and Pamela. She will definitely be the subject of many future wank off sessions. Hopefully she may even be a part of them.

I love to masturbate when I am not with a hot sexy partner. Nothing is more satisfying than making love to a willing and energetic lady. But a slow, leisurely self-inflicted hand job is a close second. I travel with a generous supply of lube and my favorite inanimate object, the Fleshlight. The soft silicone inner sleeve with the right amount of lube creates the sensation of a warm pussy. I stand and thrust into it back and forth until my hot seed boils over and erupts inside. I will fantasize I am thrusting into one of my new found and well-endowed ladies. Would it be Madeline, Sandra or Pamela. Maybe all three. The toy’s suction grabs my throbbing cock with a tight grip and always sends me to a satisfying climax. Cleanup is a nuisance, but it’s always ready and available.

My cock failed to deflate walking back to A18. I was harder now than it has ever been in my entire life. That includes those times when Viagra works its magic. The sun’s warmth had my balls hanging low, swaying with each step. A few women passed by, smiled and acknowledged my presence with appreciative nods to my groin. Their suntanned bodies added fuel to my pulsating rod. I’m sorry Madeline nor Sandra were outside to greet me. I’m sure they would have grabbed on and pulled me into their trailer and thank me for saving the day.

I entered my trailer and headed straight for the lube and Fleshlight. Standing next to my bed, I applied a generous amount of gel to my rigid cock and the silicone opening. Holding my favorite toy in place, I lined up my cock and thrust hard. I entered the device easily and pushed my entire seven inches straight ahead. The tight grip was just what I needed. A sublime feeling took over as the gel heated and lathered my shaft. I slowly withdrew from the friendly confines until the tip of my glans nearly popped out. I pushed in, this time with a slow deliberate pace savoring each inch. Again seven inches were fully encased in silicone. I picked up the pace and began fucking in earnest. I pictured Pamela’s spread legs and distended labia glistening with female juice. I imagined being balls deep in her tight pussy with those long willowy legs wrapped around my back, Pamela eagerly thrusting against me over and over again. The picture I created in my mind fueled my passion and that familiar feeling began building. I was close to coming and enjoying the sensations created with the friction of my love glove. I so wanted to eat Pamela’s slick pussy, inhale her womanly aroma and taste her sweetness. My tongue would slice through, lapping her juices and end by flicking her clit. My repeated licks would harden her little nub and create endless spasms of joy. As I was imagined my lips around her clit sucking it deep into my mouth, I erupted in a mind numbing climax. I unleashed several thick sticky ropes of sperm one after another and deposited a huge amount of cum into my fuck toy. I was spent and leaned over on my bed for support. I was lightheaded as my cock began to soften and release from its enclosure.

Once I disengaged, I realized that yet again, I would need to clean up my well used toy. I picked it up and made my way over to the sink where I was able to drain my toy and wash it out. Some of my spent cum covered my fingers. I raised them to my lips to taste my sweet essence. I thoroughly cleaned the inner sleeve of latex and placed it on the counter to dry.

Wow, in the space of 90 minutes, I met three gorgeous and well endowed women, and had two wonderfully satisfying orgasms. It wasn’t even 10AM yet. With all of this excitement, I almost forgot that I need to level my trailer and hook up the water, power and sewer lines. After all, I planned on staying here for a couple of days. I got about my business of setting up camp. It felt rather strange doing all of these tasks while only wearing a pair of flip-flops. At least my cock was fairly flaccid and I could concentrate on my chores.

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Jessi was awakened in the middle of the night by a body slipping into bed next to her. She was sleeping nude, except for the collar. Jessi was still half awake but she could feel soft hands exploring her body. She reached along the arm and found what had to be Diana’s hair. Jessi stroked the hair, loving how Diana’s hands felt as they caressed her.

Diana began sucking on Jessi’s erect nipple, and Jessi couldn’t help but moan softly. Jessi moved her hands down, and was delighted to find nothing but bare flesh. Jessi’s hands stroked Diana’s arms and back, relishing the feeling of all that soft skin under her hands.

Diana’s hand dipped between Jessi’s legs, and the brunette opened them wide. Jessi knew that she was already very wet, she had been dreaming about the scene when she left for class, with Diana sliding up and down on Mistress E’s large dildo. Diana slid her finger into Jessi’s wet pussy, and Jessi arched her hips up against the younger girl’s hand.

Jessi was totally into the feelings, loving how Diana’s soft body felt next to hers, how wonderful Diana’s fingers felt as they stroked her center, how good it felt to have Diana’s mouth sucking her erect nipples. Jessi was moaning and moving her hips with Diana’s fingers, thrusting them up, forcing Diana’s fingers deep inside herself.

Jessi was startled by a soft voice at her ear. “You love that, don’t you, slut?” It was Elise, and she ran her tongue around inside Jessi’s ear.

“Oh, God yes, Mistress E, I love it!”

“Then show me, slut… Show me how much you love fucking my little Diana, cum for me, cum for Diana, make Diana cum for me… Will you do that, slut?”

“Of course, Mistress E, I want only to please you…”

Diana twisted around and lowered her hips to Jessi’s face. Jessi could smell that Diana was aroused, and the younger girl’s wet pussy was glistening in the faint light. There was a tiny strip of red hair above her lips, but she was otherwise totally shaved. Jessi slid her tongue forward, as deep inside Diana as she could. The younger girl moaned softly and pressed her hips back, forcing her pussy more tightly against Jessi’s mouth. Jessi was licking and sucking at the younger girl’s clit, even as Diana was tongue fucking her.

Diana was grinding her pussy up and down against Jessi’s face, and Jessi was flicking her tongue fast and light across the younger girl’s mound. Jessi heard Elise’s voice at her ear again, “That’s my good little slut babies… Show Mistress E how much you want each other… Cum for your Mistress, little babies…”

Jessi could feel Diana’s hips movements getting more ragged, and could tell the younger girl was getting ready to cum. When Diana took Jessi’s clit between her teeth and fluttered her tongue across it, Jessi was helpless to do anything except cum. Jessi’s hips bucked up in the air, and she could feel Diana’s pussy throbbing around her tongue. Jessi was moaning into Diana’s pussy, and she could taste the younger girl’s juices as they flowed out into her mouth.

The voice at her ear was constant… “Mmmmmmm…. Oh, yes, babies, such good little sluts… Cum for your Mistress, my little slut babies… You two please me so much, my sexy little sluts…”

As Jessi and Diana’s orgasms wound down, Jessi turned her head to look at her Mistress. Elise was sitting on a chair, right next to the bed. She had her legs spread wide, and she was working a vibrator all around her shaved pussy. Elise had one hand on her breast, pinching and twisting the nipple as she watched the two younger girls.

Diana spun around so she and Jessi were face to face, then whispered something into Jessi’s ear. The brunette nodded and got a big grin on her face, then the two of them slid off the bed onto the floor, one on either side of Elise. They each leaned their heads forward and took one of Elise’s nipples between their teeth.

Jessi reached down and took the vibrator out of Elise’s hand, then began working it in and out of her Mistress. Diana slid her hand down and spread Elise’s lips wide, exposing her very erect clit. As Jessi moved the vibrator all around Elise’s mound, the older woman was moaning softly, “Mmmmmmmm… Such good little slut babies… God, do I love how you two take care of me…”

Jessi and Diana smiled at each other, and kept sucking and licking Elise’s hard nipples and teasing her wet pussy. Diana licked her way down Elise’s flat stomach until her mouth was poised over her Mistress’ mound. Jessi moved her hand to allow Diana room to get between Elise’s legs. Diana put one of Elise’s legs over her shoulder, then fastened her mouth around Elise’s clit and began to suck it, while Jessi was moving the vibrator all around Elise’s mound. Diana slipped two, then three fingers into Elise’s pussy, sliding them in and out in rhythm with her sucking her Mistress’ clit.

Elise was panting, arching her hips into the air, moaning, “Yes, my little slut babies, yes yes YESSS!!! Fuck your Mistress, my little sluts, show your Mistress İzmir Escort how you love her, how you make your Mistress feel so good…”

Elise’s hands were at each girl’s heads, holding their faces tight against her. Jessi and Diana could feel their Mistress was close to cumming, and they increased their effors. Diana slipped a fourth finger into Elise, and began to wiggle her fingers, reaching deep inside to find her Mistress’ special spot. Jessi raised her head up and kissed Elise, their tongues swirling together as Elise’s hips bucked up against Diana’s hand.

Diana slid her free hand down and pressed her fingertip against Elise’s ass. The older woman moaned, “Yesssss… That’s it, Diana, fuck your Mistress’s ass too!”

Diana slid her finger tip slowly inside Elise, all the while working her fingers in and out of her pussy and sucking on her clit. When Diana’s finger was completely buried, she began to twist it as she slid it in and out. Elise erupted, her juices were pouring out of her pussy into Diana’s mouth. Diana was sucking and slurping at the older woman’s pussy, not wanting to miss a single drop of the nectar.

Jessi and Elise were kissing passionately, Elise was sucking hard on Jessi’s tongue as Jessi pulled and twisted on Elise’s erect nipples. Elise’s hands were tangled in Diana’s hair, pulling the younger girl’s face tight into Elise’s pussy as Elise arched her hips up, grinding her wet mound into Diana’s face.

Elise’s orgasm seemed to go on and on. Jessi couldn’t believe it, but she was pleased that she and Diana had obviously given their Mistress such intense pleasure. Finally, Elise pushed Diana’s head away from her tender pussy, and said, “No more, babies, please, I need to stop for now…”

Diana looked up at her Mistress and asked, “Do we please you, Mistress E? Are we good little sluts?” Diana looked over at Jessi and winked.

Elise smiled at Diana and Jessi and said, “I hope you already know the answer to that, my darling babies. You are the best little slut girls I could ever hope for!”

Jessi and Diana put their arms around Elise, and the three of them held each other tight. Then Elise said, “I need to get to sleep, but if you two want to stay together tonight, you may. You have pleased me so much, you deserve that reward.”

Almost exactly simultaneously, Diana and Jessi said, “Thank you, Mistress E!”

Elise said, “No, thank YOU, my little slut babies! Now tuck me in, and you can play together like good little sluts!”

Jessi and Diana helped Elise to her feet. Her legs were still a little wobbly after the intense series of orgasms she had just experienced. Elise leaned on the two younger girls, and they led her to her bed. They tucked her in, and each gave her a deep good-night kiss.

“Okay, now, my baby girls, you go run and play. You’ve earned it!”

Again simultaneously, Jessi and Diana said, “Thank you, Mistress E!”

They walked hand in hand down the hall toward Jessi’s room. Diana said, “It’s almost spooky how we both seem to know exactly what Elise wants or what the other one is going to say…”

“Yeah, but I think it’s pretty cool! We’re like twins even though we don’t look alike…”

“Mistress E has commented about how we seem to think alike. And I agree, it’s very cool… And it makes things a lot easier, it just takes a quick look and we both know what to do next.”

The girls arrived at Jessi’s room, and walked inside. Jessi said, “What to do next… You mean like this!” She pushed Diana onto her back on the bed, then knelt between Diana’s open legs and pressed her body into the redhead’s. Diana wrapped one leg around Jessi’s back, and began to thrust up with her hips. Jessi leaned forward and took Diana’s nipple in her mouth as she ground her hips into Diana’s.

Jessi lifted her head and looked into Diana’s eyes. The fire, the passion reflected in them shook Jessi to her core. She knew now that she could never go back to a man, ever. This beautiful young woman had completely captivated her, not to mention that the two of them were both hopelessly in love with their Mistress…

Jessi leaned forward and kissed Diana deeply. The two girls were floating on the sensations, soft skin against soft skin, incredibly passionate kisses, they were truly making love rather than simply fucking. Diana’s hands cupped Jessi’s tight ass, pulling the brunette tight against her hips. Jessi could feel their juices mingling together, and the feeling of her own smooth mound sliding up and down across Diana’s was utterly amazing.

Suddenly Diana gave a little cry, and then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Jessi. Diana was making little squeaking noises in Jessi’s ear, and Jessi could feel Diana’s tremors as her orgasm overtook her. The two girls were spasming together, their juices running out of their wet pussies, soaking the bed.

Finally, Diana’s breath came back to normal. She took Jessi’s face in her hands and kissed her tenderly. Jessi İzmir Escort Bayan could see Diana’s eyes get a little misty as she said, “This may seem strange, since we have only just met, but I love you, Jessica!”

“I love you, too, darling Diana. Even though we just met, I feel as if I have known you forever…”

And with that, the two girls fell asleep in each other’s arms. When Jessi awoke the next morning, she was alone in her bed. Just the way she had gone to sleep the first time the night before…

The next morning at breakfast, Elise seemed unusually happy and energetic. When Jessi asked why, Elise said she was looking forward to their visit that day to her friend Jana’s. “She and I have been close friends for a very long time, and it’s been too long since we have gotten together. Plus I have to admit that the idea of seeing you with her girl has me a little excited, too.”

“You’ve said that a couple of times… You must think she and I would look good together or something!” Jessi smiled.

“Yes, I do think you would look good with her. Although, I think you would look good next to just about any sexy girl, Jessi.”

“Thank you, Mistress, that is too kind…”

“Not at all, my sexy little baby… You deserve every nice thing I say about you, and more!”

Jessi stepped around the table and hugged Elise. Jessi was dressed in her “around the house” outift, which consisted of the collar and nothing else (unless you count her smile!). Elise ran her hands all over Jessi’s body, squeezing her tight ass and running a fingertip down between her cheeks and all the way to her clit. Jessi moaned softly and arched her hips back against her Mistress’ hand.

“Not yet, my little slut… Even though I would love to ravage you right now, you need to wait until we get to Jana’s. You will have all the fun you want there…”

“Thank you, Mistress. How shall I dress for our outing?”

“Dress? You are dressed exactly how I want you at Jana’s. If you put any clothes on, you would only be taking them off as soon as we arrived. Plus, this way I can play with your sexy body in the car on the way there!”

“Thank you, Mistress E. It was a stupid question, I am sorry…”

“No, Jessi, it was a perfectly natural question… But as you will learn, the outfit you are wearing right now is my favorite and I want you dressed like this as often as possible!” Elise smiled at Jessi.

The appointed hour came soon enough, and the two of them went to the garage. Diana let them into the back of the limo, then they headed out for the short ride to Jana’s. As Elise had promised, Jessi was dressed in just her collar. Elise was wearing a flowing silk dress, wraparound with a tie at the waist. When she sat back in the car, it fell open and Jessi could see that Elise was wearing nothing underneath it. Jessi laid her head in Elise’s lap and was gently kissing the older woman’s thighs. Elise was stroking Jessi’s hair with one hand, and playing with Jessi’s nipple with the other.

They arrived at Jana’s, and Elise clipped the leash onto Jessi’s collar. Diana pulled the car right up to the front door. Diana got out and rang the bell, and when Jana’s maid opened it, Diana opened the car door so Elise and Jessi could quickly step into the house.

Jana greeted them warmly, with a hug and a long deep kiss for Elise. Jana was a tall blonde, with long hair past her shoulders. She was dressed in a short silk robe, and her erect nipples were poking out against the fabric. She also had a leash in her hand, and at the other end was a tiny nude girl. She looked to Jessi to be about 14 years old. She was less than 5 feet tall, and had short blonde hair, an angelic face, and a very slender body. Her breasts were small but she had large puffy nipples, and her pubic mound was completely hairless.

Jana spoke up. “Jessi, this is Cameron. You two will be playing together today…”

Jessi looked at Elise with a questioning look on her face. Elise nodded, so Jessi said, “Thank you, Mistress Jana. But Cameron looks so young…”

Jana smiled and said, “Yes, she does, doesn’t she? But I assure you, she is 18.”

Jessi smiled and said, “Thank you, Mistress Jana… She is very sexy, but I wouldn’t want to get in trouble!”

Jana laughed and said to Elise, “Gorgeous, a hot body, AND a conscience… Where did you find her?”

Elise smiled and said, “We sort of found each other…”

Jana took Elise’s hand and said, “Come along, girls, let’s go to the playroom!”

Elise whispered into Jessi’s ear, “Jana has one room that is just for her and her girls. I think you’ll like it, lots of toys and it’s even got comfy chairs so she and I can sit back and watch…”

Jana led them through the hallways to a large bright room with lots of windows. The floor was mostly padded, some kind of very squishy vinyl. There were pillows scattered throughout the room. There was a large overstuffed couch against one wall, and a big brightly-painted Escort İzmir wooden box marked “Cameron’s Toys” in one corner. The lid on the “toy box” was open and Jessi looked inside. There was a wide assortment of dildoes, vibrators, lotions and the like.

Jessi took out a black vibrator, shaped like a cock but about 14 inches long and at least two inches in diameter. She handed it to her Mistress and whispered into her ear, “Here, Mistress E, you can use this while you watch me with Cameron.”

“Thank you, Jessi, you and Cameron may play now!” Elise unclipped the leash from Jessi’s collar and patted her on the ass.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Jessi stepped toward the tiny blonde girl. At the same time, Jana removed Cameron’s leash, and the two “pets” moved toward each other.

Cameron reached for Jessi, and slipped her arms around the taller girl’s neck. Jessi’s hands went to Cameron’s waist, as the younger girl pressed her body forward into Jessi’s. Cameron reached her face upward while gently pulling on Jessi’s neck, bringing their faces closer together. As their lips met, Jessi felt Cameron’s tongue forcefully sliding between her own lips, meeting her own. Jessi moaned softly and her hands slid down to cup the younger girl’s tiny ass.

Cameron pressed her hips forward, opening her legs so she was straddling Jessi’s thigh. Jessi took Cameron’s ass cheeks in her hands, lifting her up so her feet were nearly off the floor. Cameron was grinding her pussy into Jessi’s thigh, and Jessi could feel that the young girl was already very wet.

Jessi looked over at the couch, and saw Jana and Elise sitting next to each other. They both had undressed, and were sitting with their legs spread wide, one thigh across the other’s. They were watching the two girls, and each was fingering the other’s pussy as they watched. Watching her Mistress with Jana, plus having Cameron grinding her pussy into her, was making Jessi very wet.

Cameron broke the kiss then said, “Jessi… I need to suck your beautiful pussy… Please…”

Jessi set Cameron down, then took the younger girl’s hand and they stepped to the “toy box.” Jessi said, “Please, baby, pick one out you like. I want to fuck your sexy little pussy…”

Cameron cooed, “Mmmmmmmm… I want that, too… Ahhh, here’s my favorite!” She reached in and pulled out a dildo with two projections pointing the same direction. One larger, one smaller, obviously for penetrating both a pussy and an asshole at the same time. The larger one was maybe 7 inches long but VERY fat, maybe 3 inches around. The smaller one was about a little longer and much more slender.

Jessi could hear Jana talking to Elise, “Oooooh, she must like Jessi a lot. That is her favorite toy, she just loves having both her holes filled up.”

Jessi took the dildo from Cameron, and grabbed some lube out of the toy box. She didn’t know if she would need it, but better to ‘be prepared’!

Cameron took Jessi’s hand and led them so they were right in front of Jana and Elise. The shorter girl pulled Jessi’s head down and whispered into her ear, “I hope you like showing off, I do… And I know Jana and Elise love watching, too!”

Cameron darted her tongue around Jessi’s ear, then pushed her gently to the floor. Almost as soon as Jessi’s butt hit the floor, the little girl was kneeling between her thighs, licking Jessi’s pussy. Jessi moaned softly and spread her legs wide. Jessi was amazed that this tiny little girl had an extremely long, thick tongue. It felt incredible as it slid in and out between her shaved lips, fucking her almost like a cock.

“Turn around, Cameron, I want you too…” Jessi whispered. The younger girl smiled and turned her hips around, her mouth never leaving Jessi’s dripping pussy. Cameron lowered her hips into the older girl’s face, and Jessi could see that the young girl was already very wet, her juices running down her thighs. Jessi darted her tongue out, sliding it as deep into Cameron as she could. The younger girl squealed and pressed her hips back into Jessi’s face.

Jessi was licking and slurping all over the younger girl’s mound, getting it good and wet. Jessi took a finger and slipped the tip into Cameron’s pussy, getting it wet. She then pressed it against Cameron’s brown pucker, gently twisting and sliding it inside until it was buried to the first knuckle. Jessi then squirted a little lube on her finger as she worked it deeper inside the smaller girl’s ass. Jessi was flicking her tongue all around Cameron’s clit as she fucked her ass.

Jessi then brought her other hand to Cameron’s pussy and began to work her fingers inside, gently probing until she had three fingers sliding in and out. Jessi was sucking Cameron’s clit and fucking both her holes with her fingers. Cameron’s hips were grinding back into Jessi’s face, and Jessi could hear the younger girl’s breathing getting ragged as she approached orgasm.

Suddenly, Cameron’s bodied stiffened and she screamed, then Jessi could feel the young girl’s pussy spasming around her fingers. Cameron thrust backwards hard with her hips, then a flood of her juices erupted out of her pussy. Jessi opened her mouth and captured as much as she could, but her hands and face were covered in Cameron’s sticky cum.

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I’ve worked in the library now for a while. It wasn’t really my first job choice but I was tired of busy offices and I liked to read. The little kids get rowdy and the big kids have to be watched, and the adults usually seem to behave, usually.

Yesterday I had one of those unusual experiences with an adult. There were a few college students come in as they usually do in the afternoon. Let me explain something our adult section is primarily fiction with the non-fiction section all the way to the back of the library and real research material is up a tiny set of stairs into an upper alcove that was added sometime a good 100 years after the building was built. This section isn’t easily seen from the library desk. So when students come into the library if someone can keep an eye on them it’s a good thing. Yesterday I couldn’t, it was a rare day that was so busy I couldn’t keep an eye on anything but the desk.

Once the rush was over I sat back in the chair and reclined it back, stretching my arms up and over my head. I wasn’t tired just a little frazzled. Then I caught the sound, I sat for a moment listening to make sure I heard what I thought I heard.

“Mmmmhmmm oh Tommy don’t we shouldnnnn’t, please no, ohhh god, yessss right ohhh mmmmm.” The voice was soft but desperate.

I slowly got up sighing; young exhibitionists are not my favorite people to run off, mainly because I hate knowing other people are having sex when I’m not. I started to follow the moaning, its soft barely audible but in the quiet of the library to me its near screaming. I walked around the corner to the very back row of bookcases I peak around the corner. The young man had his arms wrapped around this girl’s waist and she was bent Doğanbey Escort Bayan forward leaning against a bookshelf. Her skirt was up over her hips. I couldn’t help but notice how wet she was, the inside of her thighs glistening from her own juices flowing. I just stared for a moment, as I started to clear my throat I heard a voice behind me, scared it could be a patron I spun around to find myself looking into the deepest set of brown eyes I’d ever seen.

“Do you really want to interrupt them?” his voice was soft and controlled. “I…I..have to.” I stammered; I was frustrated. I was just caught watching two kids having sex in my library, and I’m being questioned by god knows who, about what I’m going to do.

“I know you have to, I asked if you wanted to.” His eyes were mesmerizing so dark I couldn’t break away from his glance or I really didn’t want to. I still hadn’t decided.

He didn’t give me enough time to think about my answer. He reached out and took my hand and turned me back towards them. He stepped up behind me his arm now around my waist still holding my hand like some odd dance position.

He softly spoke into my ear, his voice deep and husky, “Look at them, watch them, you know the first sight of them made you all wet already.”

“I have to run them off, it’s my job.” I sighed as I said it, but denied none of his accusations. Yes, the sight of them being carnal in my library made me wet, what of it? Then it occurred to me I’m standing in an aisle with a stranger telling me what to do and his arm wrapped around my waist, and I am enjoying it way too much.

I tried to step away from him. His grip tightened around my waist.

“Who do you think Doğanbey Escort you are?” I whispered, why, I haven’t figured out. I should have been yelling at the top of my lungs.

“Just someone enjoying an arousing event with a beautiful woman. Now, go do your job.” His voice was soft then stern, and I couldn’t take offense at him ordering me, when I was still considering the compliment.

I walked around the corner puzzled and nearly forgot why I was there. I cleared my throat.

“Children, this is no place…..” I didn’t have to finish. The skirt was pulled down and he was zipped up both a bit red in the face. I still have yet to figure out if it was from the blushing or the activity itself.

I watched them hustle away and remembered the man and started to look for him. I so wanted to give him a piece of my mind for getting me all worked up, and him a complete stranger. I couldn’t find him and I couldn’t figure out if I was disappointed because I wanted to yell and didn’t get to, or because I wanted to find out how far he’d take things.

The day went rather uneventful from then on. Closing time finally arrived, I locked the door and walked to my car, underneath the windshield wiper was a rose and a note.

“Beautiful lady, forgive an old man for keeping you from your job.” The words were neatly printed across the card.

I held the card and flower in my hand and considered what a freak job this man must be before getting into the drivers seat.

Once home I did what most women do, I thumbed through the mail as I kicked off my shoes. I fed the cat, made dinner, and ate alone while watching television. I got ready for bed then double-checked I locked the Escort Doğanbey door. As I walked by the counter I noticed the rose again, this started the whole instant reply in my mind.

I tried hard not to think about it, but his words kept echoing in my mind “What do you want to do?” over and over and over. I didn’t want to think about what I wanted to do right then because it was carnal, it was disturbing. I couldn’t help it.

I wanted to drop to my knees in front of her and lick her pussy. I knew what I wanted. Just admitting it to myself made me so wet. This time I didn’t have to fight the urge, this time I could at least satisfy a bit of my hunger.

My hand trailed down my torso slipping beneath the elastic of my panties. I slowly stroked my clit, circling it with my fingertips, gently massaging the bud as it swelled beneath the blissful torment of my fingers. I moaned as I felt the ripple start. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my favorite vibrator.

I moaned louder as I slipped the large phallus like tip into my aching pussy. I shoved it in deep arching my back like I thought I could get it any deeper. I snugged the little clitty extension against my swollen bud and turned it on. I started off very slow stroking the vibe in and out of my sopping cunt. I moaned louder every time the extension touched my tender clit. I turned the vibe up.

I stroked my pussy faster in long full strokes. I pinched my nipples as the waves of pleasure rippled through my body each stroke causing the chill from my clit to my belly button. I moaned louder forgetting that no one was around to hear me. I pinched harder the pleasure intensifying. I stroked faster and faster the waves starting to wash over harder.

I turned the speed up all the way. I held back a scream as the orgasm intensified to its peak. I turned the vibe off but I left it where it was at deep within my pussy. I moaned letting all the muscles in my body relax so I could fall asleep. My dreams filled with strange men that night.

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Travis woke early that morning with a vivid dream… More of a remembrance than anything. He had woke in the early hours before light dreaming of what he had seen and feeling the impact of it as he hardened in the semi-sleep. He had rolled over and his stiffening manhood made contact with the bed and it filled his dreams.

He and Brandi had been lovers for several months. They had never seen each other except for the simple photos they had exchanged over the internet. Their courtship was at first the teasing, flirty exchanges of the chat room and through some quirk of fate a phone call that she allowed him to make.

There had been nothing erotic in the phone call other than the testing and teasing of discovering how comfortable she was in talking about certain things. Her laughter and teasing opened the way to a very relaxed sort of relationship. She was married and wanted nothing to jeopardize that, and he was married and neither did he want there to be repercussions, but both of them seemed to hunger for a sort of sexual vibrancy in their lives, and they quickly discovered that they found it with each other.

Their emails took on story forms and the phone calls became more in tune with their growing sexual needs and it was not surprising that soon the phone calls became their form of verbal love making and his joy was to bring her to the edge of her climax and join her with his own as they let go and slid down the mountain in pure release.

Brandi had a strange mixture of her sexual nature. She could be both very naïve and a provocative tease with perfect ease. He was captivated with the mirth in her voice from the first time he talked to her. She loved to tease him and he loved to catch her in a double entendre where it could be twisted into a sexual meaning. She blushed (or so she said) and then softened into a gracious lover.

There relationship had seemed to cool for a period of time. Travis was swamped with business and family issues with his father and he hated to interject that into his relationship with Brandi. On occasion they shared some of the sweetest moments of lovemaking without ever having touched her skin, kissed her lips or entered her being. They talked and listened to their voices going shallow with their breathing; husky and horse as the sexual tension quickly became evident. They found themselves aroused and were willing to admit it. They talked themselves through their “what they might be doing” if they were together, but really more often they talked themselves through what they were doing… and listened to the climaxes at both end of the phone.

The Surprise

Brandi had sent Travis a note telling him she had a surprise for him, but he had to guess it. He wracked his brain but dismissed most of them. She had in the past sent him a few revealing photos of herself, perhaps another would warrant the definition of a surprise. She finally broke down with his lose of discovery and told him she had bought a web cam. He trembled at the potential prospects.

During one of the love making phone calls, in the afterglow of sex, they talked about seeing each other naked and she talked of her intent to show him herself without reservation or abandon. His mind cautiously circled that thought, like a dog circles sheep, trying to keep any of that idea from straying.

She suggested Yahoo Messenger because it is web cam friendly, but he was not happy with yahoo. He was apprehensive that it would spread it’s tentacles through the machine and perhaps make it easy for his wife to discover… or at least ask why that program was running on their computer now. He suggested MSN Messenger with net meeting, but she didn’t have that loaded and because it is a hassle to load on, he didn’t pursue it.

On the Monday evening before, he knew his wife was to be out of the house for about 90 minutes and it seemed like a great time to spend it with Brandi. He left her a note and at the appointed hour he popped up to say “hi”. She was playful, though a bit distant, but offered to let him call her. He kept a calling card with plenty of minutes to be able to call without issues of it showing up on the family phone bill. He called and her voice was like rainfall and sunshine. He loved to just listen to her and wondered why a woman with such a sharp intellect would spend time with him.

Most of the hour they spent first working on an alternative to Yahoo and then getting Yahoo working. Once or twice they thought they had mastered it, only to discover that it still didn’t quite fit yet. But toward the end of their allotted time a certain click brought her screen up and quickly following was his… and they at last were looking at each other.

Travis was struck with her beauty. She was a pleasant woman to look at, but when she smiled or when her mouth opened to squeal Kiraz Escort in delight her whole face lit up and she was beautiful. They talked on the phone while watching each other and he could only just sit there awed.
He looked at his watch and knew that his wife was to return soon, so some things would have to be hidden, such as the web cam and the desktop cleaned of it’s programs revealing each other.

As he began to lament that at last they could see one other, they now had to close down and wait again. Brandi got a funny look on her face and her hand slipped up to her throat and as they talked, her hand slid downward and pulled open her blouse and Travis saw no bra through the front gap.

It was like a cattle prod had just been placed against his libido. He hardened and his breath grew shallow… surely it couldn’t be… surely she wasn’t going to…

Her hand continued to move about her neck and she pulled the long sleeved striped shirt open a bit more.

The dark shadow of the underside of her breast came into view and his breathing became almost manic. He was wondering when his wife would come back through he door and catch him like this. He feebly tried to tell Brandi he had to go and in response her hand drew her shirt wider with each movement until he clearly saw the under shadow of her breasts and the blushing pink of her nipples… never quite follow exposed.

Travis was helpless by now. He had a full-blown erection and he could never have explained it should his wife should she enter the room just then. He could only move his hand between his legs to bring relief to his needs or shut it down. It took great fortitude to simply shut down the messenger service, knowing that the images would disappear. They talked, and Brandi was so pleased with her seduction, but she was understanding of his time constraint.

Through the next several days, he couldn’t get the image off his mind. She had taken clothes off to get ready for him and he had been teased by her until he was close to climaxing in his trousers. It was an intoxicating feeling. She had planned it and designed it. He didn’t know whether to feel angered at the premeditated teasing, or flattered that she has chosen him be her lover.

The morning’s dream was the replaying of that evening… the blouse half open just giving glimpses of what could be, while her voice was telling you that was enough for a first date! It wasn’t enough… not nearly enough. He realize that if someone had asked… “What then would be enough?” and he would have stammered and lost the right to vocalize it.

What he wanted was to see her as she had described herself after one of their phone trysts. She talked of sitting on his chest, letting his seed flow out of her onto his own chest. He talked of wanting to see her… completely, openly and she had agreed… she wanted him to explore her and to discover every erotic membrane of her womanhood. He has the beginnings of a hunger that would gnaw on him in the days to come.

He wanted to see her… not just her breasts outlined in shadow, but open and exposed and proud. He wanted to see her nipples, pink and pointed with excitement. He wanted to see…

He was guarded in his own mind. He wanted to see her naked, but that was not the way to say it. It was like a dance and that movement didn’t come until the end of the dance and he dared not speak of it too soon lest he scare her away. He realized he was a teenager seducing a new steady girl into letting you in her undies. You just didn’t do that or talk about that on the first date… nor for a while, even thought it was your plan all along.

The pressure of the bed against his pulsing rod felt good and it was not hard to imagine what it might have felt like pressed against her and he moved slowly to hump the bed hoping that might give him the sweet release he sought.

In the early, predawn hours, he finally got out of bed and went down to write her a letter sharing his feelings…

I’m sitting here writing on my laptop because I woke up this morning
with a dream of you and was too excited to be able to stay in bed. I was so hard but I really didn’t want to just climax… I wanted to savor it and you for a while.

I woke up dreaming of last Monday evening… watching your hand so gracefully move across your neck and down exposing your milky white breast.

You talk about being so naive, but it took me a while for it to dawn on me what was happening and then knowing now that you had taken your bra and undies off and were waiting for me only in the shirt.

I have played the scenario out in my mind… if time hadn’t been constrained. What I dreamed this morning was that I had stood and unzipped my slacks to show you just how excited you were making me. I wanted you to get that funny look on your face that I was having… and the hunger in your loins that I was feeling. I wanted you to roll your chair back and Kiraz Escort Bayan urge my hardness to explode… and I wanted to see you responding to my climax with your own.

I know that was a dream, and realities are different, but I want you. I want you to feel the heat at your core. I want you to want me. I want you with the teasing you showed me… with the wild abandon of giving yourself to me… to luxuriate in naked bliss in the warm afterglow of being sexually sated.

I have never forgotten the day we talked and you went and laid down on your bed… naked and you climaxed. We just were with each other for the longest time that day afterwards and you wanted to be glorious in the naked sexual afterglow. I have loved that image in my mind… the sounds and what I see when I think of you.

I have no earthly idea when we will be able to be together again quietly with the web cam. I know it probably won’t be until probably at least next weekend… and that kills me. I love discovering that I can say “hi” now, but I have to be so very careful. You handle it better.

Well… until later, know that there is a guy in Oklahoma who is dying to make love to you again. He is walking around with a semi “stiff” for you… and know the power you hold over him. What he wants is to find some way to excite you too… to leave you thinking about him… wanting him… hungering for him too… planning in your mind how to seduce him as he is thinking about how to seduce you.

The family at last began to stir from their beds and with his mind filled with the images of her nakedness and his desire to possess her, He got up and headed to the kitchen to fix them waffles which was his treat when one of the kids came home.

The Shock

Sunday afternoon came to a quiet slow down As the children left, and his wife made plans to visit a friend for an hour or so. Travis wondered if Brandi might be online at home that evening, and as soon as he logged into his Yahoo Messenger he saw she was. Suddenly he was nervous, knowing he was this close to her with all of the images that were still floating through his mind.

She say him online as sent a message, “hi” and they started the small talk of courtship while he reached for his web cam and plugged it in. Once he had inserted the plug and positioned the cam, he clicked on the “Invitation to view my web cam” button. Without hesitation, Brandi clicked it and she said “I see you!” He laughed to himself and sent the message “Come and join me!”

After a moment as she explained that she needed to connect her web cam, he saw her invitation to view her web cam and he felt his hands trembling. He had planned this in his mind all week. A very careful seduction with subtle hints. His plan was to wear a shirt and slacks as we would have most evenings, but earlier this evening he had changed, not thinking that this would happen. He had on a white long sleeved shirt and some light pull on sweats. He could have stopped and changed, but at the moment he just wanted to be close to her.

When he clicked on the invitation to view her, the box popped up and there she was. The two first images that fixed in his mind was her brilliant smile and a bright red blouse she was wearing. The box was alive with color and she was smiling and moving and laughing. He had been a little nervous at how she would feel about being on cam with him again, but she seemed so delighted and her smiles and laughter were infectious.

He reached for the keyboard to send a message of teasing response, but with whatever he touched, he sent the computer into a reboot and he watched helplessly as the computer cycled through it’s screens breaking the connection and starting all over again from scratch. He swallowed hard and wondered if there were a great conspiracy at work to keep him from being with her.

As his computer whirred, he made a decision to press the opportunity if he could reestablish the connection. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off… leaving his tee shirt on. He hoped that Brandi might notice if he could talk to her again, but he was becoming so aroused that he wanted to communicate his feelings in some way. The computer did it’s thing and with a few clicks, the connection was re-established and there she was again.

He couldn’t help but notice how radiant she was. She was so animated and with that smile that captured him. She teased and flirted and he pressed the issue as he rubbed the neck of his tee shirt, just as she had done with her shirt the last time they had talked. He could tell by her eyes that she was noticing and laughing. As his hand slipped down into the top of his tee shirt, her hands flew up to her face in teasing embarrassment and she scolded him that he was making her blush! His hands were trembling as he told her he intended to make her blush!

The screen locked again and he went into a panic. He couldn’t figure out why this was happening Escort Kiraz and began trying to make the cam pictures unlock. He clicked on the icon and decided that his only choice was to shut the messenger software down and restart it. This time the computer didn’t reboot, but as he maneuvered back into the messenger screen, he made the decision to carry his feelings forward and he removed his tee shirt.

As they reconnected, she noticed he was now bare chested. He had a hairy chest and was not sure how she would react. He was partially expecting a severe chiding and perhaps her shutting down his camera. He waited until she made a comment that he had removed his shirt. He took a breath and wrote, “Come join me?”

Her hands went back to her face and he could almost see the red blush spread, but she didn’t shut down the conversation. He could see that she was looking at him intently and it made him feel empowered. He rubbed his hand over his chest slowly and invited her to begin with her buttons.

As she sat looking at him with her hands on her cheeks, he knew she was making a decision. You could see it in her eyes and eyebrows. When she moved, she lowered the web cam until it was adjusted to her bust and he felt a heat from his loins consume him. She was responding to him, giving herself to him. He knew she was nervous, he could see her hands fumble with the buttons. He knew she was also excited, he could see her nipples showing through the red blouse with them hard and pimpled.

His hand below the angle of his camera found his erection and he watched mesmerized as she unbuttoned her blouse and she paused. He knew she was not wearing a bra because her nipples were too plainly outlined through her shirt. His hand began to move across his chest and she picked up the movement. “Are you inviting me to follow your hand?” she asked. “Yes” typed with one hand was his only response.

He moved across his own breast and intentionally grazed his own nipple and slowly her hand followed his lead. At first she slipped her hand under her blouse and he watched the movement of the fabric as she tweaked her own nipple in response to his lead. And then, she took the initiative moving so that each pass of her hand revealed more of her breasts.

The swell of her breasts became apparent and the shadow of the fullness that curved deliciously out of sight. He was delighted that her breasts were as firm and perky as they were… Not needing a bra for anything more than modesty.

Her hand grazed her own nipples and then drew the fabric back so that he saw one complete breast and then the other. Her nipples were caramel apple color with the reddish brown that softly filled the fullness of her pouting breasts. The buds of her nipples were visibly hardening as she moved her hands and began pinching then as he had established the ritual with his own.

Watching her hand stimulate her nipples caused Travis’ erection to fill his hand and had she been able to hear, Brandi would have heard a groan coming from his throat. He had already pulled his pants down below his heavy balls and he knew his eyes were fixed and glazed. He wanted to tell her… to show her… how she was affecting him. He wanted her to see him and be affected by him and he was watching her.

His heart thumping in his chest, Travis made a decision which he knew was dangerous and risky. He slowly stood so that his manhood was positioned at camera height and watched the screen to see what Brandi’s response might be.

All movement stopped on her part. Her hands dropped and slowly she drew her shirt back across her breasts and he sat down quickly knowing that she didn’t know what to do. He quickly typed an apology which he couldn’t remember later and a quick explanation of why he had been so impulsive. He finally typed, “Are you OK? Have I ruined this?” and his heart went into his throat.

Her one word response was “shocked” and he knew she was, but waiting to see how she would handle the situation. It was like being with a girl the first time you touched her breasts or slid your hand between the juncture of her legs… or pulled her hand to the hardness at the juncture of your own legs. He knew that the next seconds would affect much of their relationship.

After a moment her words appeared, “Can I see more?”

His feelings were so mixed with relief and jubilation. She had accepted him and his boldness. She had seen what he feared she would find objectionable and invited him to her inner being.

He stood and stroked his hardness with his hands still trembling. He watched as her hands began to explore again and drew the cloth of her shirt back to show him her breasts and they began a sexual dance of seduction. He wanted her to feel the heat and the urgency of his manhood as she watched. She obviously wanted him to watch her hands feverishly tease and torture her breasts seeking relief and release.

He had not planned on carrying his actions to climax, in fact, he was so nervous at the beginning that he doubted that he could. But watching her hands and seeing her other hand begin to rub her upper belly below her breasts and wondering if her hand which was out of sight would find her center of pleasure pushed him forward.

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I rounded the corner toward the bathroom, having just woken up and wanting to take a shower. The door was slightly ajar, and the light was on. Through the narrow crack, I could see my sister, Shelby, two years older than I, completely nude.

Now, if this had happened at any other time, I would have been polite and left, but I still had my morning wood, and I was horny as hell. Plus, I had always been dying to catch a glimpse of my sister’s fat tits, anyway.

I watched as Shelby reached around her head to tie her curly, brown hair into a ponytail. Her tits jiggled madly with her every move. When she had finally restrained her hair, she grabbed a bottle of lotion on the counter. Squeezing a handful onto her palm, she began to rub it into her face, and neck, working her hands down to her chest.

As she slowly worked the lotion into her breasts, I couldn’t take it anymore. I backed up a few steps to see if I could hear my parents, and then shoved my hands down my shorts until my eager fingers wrapped around my stiff cock.

I watched hungrily as Shelby continued to feel up her boobs, pinching the nipples and pushing them together. I worked my meat with gusto, closing my eyes every few Urla Escort seconds and moaning just loud enough that she would not hear me.

I had gotten so caught up in my masturbation that I didn’t notice that Shelby had wrapped a towel around herself and had opened the door. I opened my eyes to see her glaring at me in disgust.

“Tom! Were you… watching me?”

I didn’t say anything, and my hands remained wrapped around my dick, which was shrinking rapidly.

“Answer me, Tom. Did you see me in there?”

Swallowing once, I nodded. She continued to stare angrily.

“Were you jacking off?”

I nodded again, biting my lip, and locking my eyes with hers. She sighed, and held her forehead with her free hand.

“Jesus Christ… that’s sick, you know that? I’m your fucking sister, for God’s sake.”

I remained silent, and she shook her head.

“Well, you might as well finish. You looked pretty close to being done.”

She started to walk toward her room, when I stopped her.

“Shelby, wait.”

She turned around and brushed the hair out of her face.

“What is it?”

“Do you think you could touch yourself again, Urla Escort Bayan until I finished?”

She didn’t look as shocked as I had expected her to be. In fact, she looked a bit curious.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, just keep playing with your… um, you know, breasts.”

“I wasn’t playing with them. I was rubbing lotion on them so the skin would be soft.”

I pressed on. Hell, what did I have to lose now?

“Can I feel?”

She stared at me for a second, frowning, but then shrugged.

“Fine, but just for a minute.”

I nodded, and watched as she pulled down the towel to her waist, and moved a step closer, offering her chest to me. I didn’t hesitate and immediately snatched up her right breast. I squeezed it, and it slid around in my palm. I started to jerk off again, and Shelby looked on with great interest. Gently tweaking her nipple, I massaged my dick and occasionally looked up. Finally, I broke the silence.

“Could you finish me off while I feel both of them?”

She shook her head firmly, and pushed my hand off of her tits.

“That’s sick. I’m not touching your cock. You can forget it.”

She covered Escort Urla up her chest, and I begged.

“Come on… could you at least suck it a little? I’ll finish it off myself.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know this is gross, right? You’re my brother.”

I looked on sadly.

“…and I was so close to finishing.”

She groaned in response.

“Ugh, fine. Give me it.”

I smiled, and pulled down my shorts, allowing my glistening and very hard seven-incher to flop out. She bent down, and tossed her hair back again before holding my cock and bringing it to her lips. She brushed the head all over her tongue, tasting it for a little. She seemed to approve, and allowed the first few inches to slide into her mouth. I leaned against the wall, and held her head as she happily slurped my shaft, taking time to lick and kiss my balls when she took a break. I was nearing climax when I started feeding my cock down her throat. I held her head tighter and shoved my dick in and out of her mouth. I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure, as my hot cum exploded from my dick and she hungrily swallowed every drop.

I released her head, and she lapped up the rest of my seed, licking my wet, sticky cock up and down. I sighed, and brought her up to her feet by her hand. She licked her lips, and ruffled my hair, smiling.

I sighed again, and went into the bathroom to take my shower, watching as she walked off to her room, slapping her ass and giggling.

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Talk about the boot being on the other foot! Talk about the biter bitten!

I never thought that I would be head-hunted, tempted – no, seduced – into leaving our Florida office, where I was top bitch, and joining a rival company in a subordinate role. But here I was. Yes, Marie la Reine d’Ecosse, former butt-buster, was now Mary Queen of Sod-all, in an office up north. The salary was better by sixty percent, the status was good, the benefits were amazing, in fact I would have had to have been insane to turn the job down. There was only one problem: I had to be prepared to have my butt busted. I had burned all my bridges, sold my place in Florida, kicked loose a tearful (for tearful, read utterly distraught) Stepford Babe, and set off northwards to be head of nothing at all, under Lauren.

Lauren – that’s her name. If I thought I knew how to control people, forget it. If I thought I knew how to break testicles and breasticles, no way did I. If I thought I could manipulate people and situations, get real. It seemed I hadn’t been there five minutes before I took an initiative and nearly lost us a major client. Lauren had me in her office, and I stood there tongue tied while she gave me the most humungous dressing-down I have ever had. I felt as though I had turned the colour of beetroot, and I just took it. I didn’t stand up for myself, I didn’t defend my actions, I didn’t state a case for why I thought I had been right to act. I just meekly stood there and let her shatter my self- confident behind. When she had finished, I allowed myself to be banished from her presence, and returned to my office, my face burning.

It was a wonder I could sit down, so thoroughly had she chewed my tush!

After that, she seemed to be all over me, for ever in my face, perpetually on my case. I felt like resigning. She never said much, she was just there – as if by coincidence – whenever I had an important decision to make. It felt oppressive.

One day we had been in a meeting. Despite her being there, I had been the one who had been putting the deal to our prospective clients. I had held their attention, I had kept them interested. There came a point when we decided to break for lunch – lunch being an excuse for private talk within each party – immediately before which I had hesitated, not made a particular decision about something extra they had wanted written into the contract. As we walked away from the conference room Lauren had said nothing to me, until we reached her office.

“Marie,” she said. “Play your natural game.” She went into her office, shutting the door behind her.

Eventually the meeting reconvened, and our potential clients raised the same matter. I looked at them.

“Ladies, gentlemen,” I said. “No can do. It wouldn’t work. In fact it might disadvantage both of us, and here’s why…”

They listened. They nodded. Eventually they shook hands with me and signed the contract. Afterwards, Lauren and I walked back again through our office suite. This time, before she disappeared into her own office, she said one word to me.

“Good!”

Blow me down – I felt as though I had been kissed, as though I had just received a medal. I had a rosy glow that would have fuelled the US electricity grid for a week. I just stood there, looking through the internal window to where Lauren was standing by her desk, talking on the phone. I suddenly realised that she was beautiful – very, very beautiful. Such natural poise, emphasised by, and emphasising in turn, the cut of her tailor-made business suit (charcoal grey over an open-necked blouse and a simple string of pearls). I could see her clear complexion, her cheek bones, her whole face youthful for a woman in her early forties. Blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and if it was not a natural blonde it was nevertheless like the wind in a wheat-field. I noticed for the first time her wonderful figure, that perfect bust, that trim waist, those hips just nicely rounded and in proportion, and to judge from the view below her short skirt she also had very shapely legs. I simply stared, and began to feel something other than my usual mixture of awe and irritation – that’s right, I began to feel aroused by her. Then she looked up, caught my eye, and smiled at me. The sun came out!

I blushed and high-tailed it to my own office. Ten minutes later she breezed in without knocking.

“Marie, can you make yourself available next weekend?” Sure it was phrased as a query, but it carried the authority of an order, and I damn near sprang to attention. I answered in the affirmative.

“Good. There’s a conference in LA. The clients we just closed that deal with will be there, and I’ve decided to go, “she said. “I want you with me.”

Wow!

As she said all this, she leant her hands on my desk. I could smell her expensive perfume, I could faintly make out the line of her bra through her blouse, but above all I could see that gorgeous string of pearls around her neck. I was kicking myself to Egekent Escort think how captivated I was, how smitten, and how (oh hell!) I would let her domme me out of sight if she wanted to. I was shaking by the time she left, and I hoped she hadn’t noticed!

*

Our flight was on a 747, in the first-class seats, where we could stretch our legs a little, and talk with some semblance of privacy. After take-off, and the compulsory ballet of the safety announcement, and when out flight levelled off, she ordered two glasses of wine from one of the cabin staff. Then she began to talk to me. Small talk by her standards, but I felt as though she was opening up to me. Her eyes never left mine as we talked, and when our conversation paused she still held that gaze, her eyes and her lips smiling as I had never seen her smile before.

She put her wine down on her seat-tray, reached over and put one cool, manicured hand on mine. The she leaned close, closed her eyes, and kissed me. For a moment my own eyes swivelled this way and that, trying to see if we were overlooked or whether one of the cabin staff was on the way, but then I closed my eyes too and just gave in to that kiss. Her lips were soft, very soft, and oh so sweet! She pressed her tongue a little way into my mouth and met the tip of mine. It was a simply kiss, but both affectionate and erotic at the same time.

I thought, “I haven’t got a great big sign on my head saying ‘I am gay’, have I? No. But then neither does she!”

When we broke off the kiss, she said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for quite a while.” She took my hand – the one hers had rested on – and pulled it inside her suit-jacket. My initial reaction was one of shock. I am no stranger to sex, as you know, and no stranger to sex in strange places, but now I looked wildly around me as if appealing for one of the cabin staff to come and rescue me. But I didn’t want to be rescued, so why was I panicking? Lauren’s eyes never left mine; they were soft and friendly, but now with a hint of humour as she saw my reaction. But she didn’t let my hand go, and I realised that she knew the rhythms of the plane, how often in their routine the cabin staff came past.

“How often has she done this?” I wondered to myself, and added the thought, “I don’t want to know!” What mattered was that this beautiful, powerful, wonderful woman was doing it now, with me. I could feel the warmth of her breast as my hand cupped it, the line of her bra under the silk blouse, the hardening of her nipple as I stroked and gently squeezed. I pulled my hand free, but only to slide it across to her other breast and to bring that nipple to hardness too. Now I wanted so much her to reach across and do the same to me. My own nipples rasped against the inside of my bra, and I could feel my arousal building.

Lauren took hold of my hand again, pulled it away from her beasts, and drew it between her legs, parting them slightly. Still she kept her eyes fixed on mine, and nodded to encourage me. I slid my hand further up her skirt, very slowly, still a little apprehensive that we would be seen. I traced a path over her sheer stockings, to the bare, smooth skin and firm flesh above them, noticing a trace of perspiration on the surface (was it hot in the plane? I was certainly perspiring myself. Or was this barely perceptible coating of moisture a seepage of something else, something more delicious?), and on to her panties. Silk, with a tiny lace border, expensive to the touch – everything about Lauren spelt taste, class, and expense, oh yes and power. All the time she was looking straight at me with those hypnotic eyes of hers, full of lust and something more, something deeper, something she was generating and projecting only for my benefit.

My fingers followed the line of lace up and down a few times, not going anything further. The look in Lauren’s eyes turned to one of pleading, but still I teased her, taking a delight in the slight shift of power between us at that moment. I let her arousal build until I could detect a wonderful, womanly scent in the air – one that I recognised as not being my own, overpowering my own – and then I slid my fingertips inside to find the source of that scent. My exploration was met by the complete smoothness of a Brazilian waxed surface, with a crisp edge to the neat patch of hair which reached a short way towards her waistband – a true bikini-line job, exquisite! I could only imagine how beautiful it must all have looked, as I ran my fingertips and nails all around her labia, teasing her, tickling her, stroking, probing. A little moan escaped from her, and I could see her bite her lip slightly. All worries about cabin staff banished, I thought, “Right, my fine and beautiful lady – to work!”

My thumb, pushing and probing bluntly around the top of her cleft, went searching for her clitoris; one finger delved lower, between those moist lips, to find a port of entry. Both found their goal, and my hand stretched Escort Egekent between them. Lauren’s face was flushed and her breathing shallow. Her lips – those on her face – were slightly parted, and she licked them. She still never took her eyes off me, and now the look in them seemed to be telling me that I was the most wonderful woman in the world! I determined to avoid her g-spot, and instead just to probe as deep as I could with two fingers whilst letting my thumb play on her clit. This had begun to throb and harden in response to my attention, in counter-rhythm to the pulse I could see in her elegant neck. I had never seen her looking so beautiful.

Simple clitoral stimulation! Nothing fancy, no acrobatics nor sleight of hand, but the gentle, controllable build-up to climax. I knew this for myself, and I concentrated on giving to her what I liked to receive myself, judging when she came close and holding back, then pressing on again each time she simmered down. Her lips pouted, as if to call me cruel, but there was appreciation in her eyes which never, never, never left mine!

Eventually I took her there, to the land where every woman wants to visit, to that sweet land of let-me-come! I vibrated my thumb hard and fast against her clit, feeling her body beginning to tense, as if for a crash. By accident her climax coincided with an announcement over the public address, so if she cried out at all as she suddenly shook in her seat I did not hear her; but I did see that she bit her knuckles hard, and for an instant took her gaze from mine as she shut her eyes tight. I continued, more gently now, to massage her with my thumb, and to stroke in and out with my two fingers, feeling her muscles contract and relax, until finally she reached down and took hold of my wrist, withdrawing my hand from under her panties and skirt.

Still looking at me, now with a lovely smile in those eyes of hers, she drew my hand up to her mouth, kissed the fingers that had been inside her, and gave them a long lick. I pulled my hand away and tasted those fingers too – my, it was good! Between us we licked them, and then she leaned over and kissed me again, lips sweet and soft reintroducing her special taste to me.

Breaking away, she mouthed the words “Be right back” and got up from her seat, taking her handbag – her purse she would have called it, I suppose – with her. I guessed she had gone to the WC, and again I laughed a little, supposing that even that little cubicle, way up over the USA, would be called a bathroom! I was back on form – sniggering at all things American, when that country was giving me a good living. Amongst other things!

When she returned to her seat, she had something crushed into the palm of her hand. She reached over and handed it to me – it was her panties.

“A souvenir,” she said.

As I brought them to my lips to kiss as a gesture to her, savouring the wonderful scent of now-drying arousal, I thought to myself, “A souvenir? Is that it? Is that all there is going to be?”

She chatted to me for a few minutes, then leaned back in her seat and slept for the rest of the flight.

*

However, my disappointment at what I believed to be a one-off encounter was lifted by how she behaved towards me during the convention in California. She proved me wrong, time and time again she proved me dead wrong. OK there was business, but between times there were long hours of love-making in her hotel room (I hardly ever occupied my own bed), snatched moments of wicked lust in elevators, hands wandering under dinner tables, showers taken together, luxurious baths in which we tangled our legs by candle light. All in all a damned enjoyable, sinful time! More than once I cried out her name as I came, loving to frame its sounds in my mouth.

I was entirely smitten. To myself I confessed that I was her girl body and soul. But how did she feel about me? She didn’t say. And I didn’t dare ask her, or say what I was feeling.

*

On the flight home she had an amused smile on her face, and she kept looking at me. Oh those eyes – how I had come to adore them, and the way they could twinkle and sparkle, the way they smouldered when she was aroused, how I wanted to spend my whole life gazing into them! And now there they were, looking coquettishly up at me as she lowered her face to her wine-glass. Then, just as she had done on the outward flight, she put her glass down, leant over, and kissed me. I can’t explain this, maybe it was the frisson of this too-public place, maybe it was the memory of the outward flight, maybe it was the softness of her lips, but suddenly it was like our first kiss all over again. Damn it, it was as though I was – don’t laugh – and utter virgin!

I felt her hand steal into my jacket, two fingers snapped loose the top button of my blouse and explored my bra. She touched and tweaked each of my nipples, until they were erect and hard., holding the kiss all the time, and probing into my Egekent Escort Bayan mouth with her tongue. I could feel – and she knew – that I was getting hot where it mattered; I rubbed my legs together and squirmed in my seat, longing to be touched. She left off her exploration of the inside of my bra, deftly refastened my blouse, and reached down to rest her palm on my inner thigh, holding the kiss all the while. I would not now have cared if the pilot himself had been standing watching us! Oh how Lauren teased me when she got to my panties – one fingernail lightly traced the V of my curls, then ran even more lightly, almost imperceptibly down the length of my pussy, right to my anus and back, causing all my muscles to jump. Backwards and forwards went this teasing fingernail across the ever-damper fabric of my panties, sometimes straight, sometimes zig-zagging, sometimes stopping right where my clitoris was and describing a little circle round it. By the time she finally slipped my panties to one side, I was wild with arousal.

Mirroring what I had done to her on the outward flight, Lauren positioned her thumb right on my clit, and pushed one, then two fingers inside me. Oh! No matter how many times I have sex, it always gets me – like I’m still a virgin, like I said before, and it’s my first time – you will think that’s laughable, you who know me so well. Really, really silly I know, but that is what it feels like to be entered, even a little way. As she began to apply a little pressure to my clit, she leaned over and murmured in my ear.

“Pray for turbulence, baby!”

I did. Oh I did. From that moment on I was lost. I tried to keep looking at her like she had looked at me, but my whole world was centred down there on my clitoris. I knew, from my experiences over the weekend, what a fantastic lover she was, but this time everything was somehow different. What was it? Cabin pressure? Hell I don’t know. What I do know is that every little rub, every little massage, every little tweak, every little jiggle on my clit was like electricity going through my body. Every nerve in my body had a little bell on the end of it, and they were all jangling at once. I could feel that I was producing an unusually large amount of moisture – it must have been soaking through my skirt and into the seat – and I recognised my own scent of arousal on the air. The more this happened, the more it went on happening! Not caring whether anyone passed by, I pulled my skirt up round my waist and held my legs as wide apart as I could, bracing my feet against anything they could find (I couldn’t see what), and moving my body against Lauren’s finger-thrusts and in time to her massaging. My fingers were dug into the seat cushion, my eyes were closed, and I was biting my bottom lip to stop yelling.

Lauren brought me to the point of utter eruption – it must have been five times, maybe six – each time letting me relax again and simmer down, though in my mind I was begging to climax. Finally, when an announcement came over the PA for us to fasten out seat belts because of – yes – turbulence, she gave me the release I had been longing for. Her pressure increased on my clit, as did the speed of her rubbing. My body tensed, as I felt a series of pre-shocks run through me, each one a mini-orgasm in itself, each one blissful. Then I forced my muscles to relax, and the big one hit, just as we met a big air pocket. Vaguely I heard other passengers cry out in surprise, and I let out a moaning gasp at the same time, as the great orgasm winded me, shook me, broke me in two. Then, as my muscles clenched and unclenched, after-shock upon after-shock hit me, diminishing to little ripples of pleasure.

I opened my eyes, and saw Lauren looking at me, grinning with contentment, liking and kissing the fingers and thumb which had so recently been at work on me. She gave them to me to lick, and followed that with a firm kiss. I could taste my own salty-sweet, sweet-saltiness.

When my vision became less blurred, when my breathing had become normal and my heart-rate had calmed, when my body had stopped shivering, Lauren handed me some tissues. I needed them – I was soaking wet. No chance for me to go to the toilet and change my panties; there would have been, had I looked, a large wet patch on the back of my skirt. Instead I just had to sit there and let myself dry off. The last thing I remember before landing, was Lauren’s smile, because now I knew why she had gone to sleep on the outward flight. This simple act of masturbation had exhausted me completely!

*

Then Monday morning came. We had parted late on Sunday night with a kiss and a wave. I had thought she would invite me home. I had considered inviting her to spend the night at my place. Nothing. Was that it?

I recalled a piece of conversation, some words she had slipped into a rambling dialogue about relationships when we were half asleep. She had said something to the effect that she couldn’t make love with someone just to gratify a physical need. She also had a need to look into her partner’s face and say those three words which curse all relationships. I had waited the whole weekend – the whole wonderful, magical, sexy weekend – to hear her say them. She had not. What was her game? Had that just been pillow talk?

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Chapter 1:

It was afternoon and the sun was low on the horizon as Elizabeth began her daily walk. The lightly trodden but familiar hiking trail wound through the forest that bordered her home. The locals called this the Wye Valley, and Liz felt herself blessed to have unparalleled access to what she considered the most pristine wilderness in Britain. The hiking trail gave Elizabeth’s mind the chance to unwind, and she took comfort in the nature’s ability help her forget her daily trials and tribulations.

As she walked further into the forest, Liz felt the tension around her green eyes relax, the evening forest breeze gently curl around her blonde hair, and her full lips form into a natural smile. It was in moments like these that Liz felt an affinity with her surroundings, and she liked to think that the forest responded to her happiness by offering her new sights to see every day.

Elizabeth’s slender legs slowed to a relaxing stroll as she remembered her past walks.

Like the time she spotted a curious hole in the base of a giant oak tree by the side of the trail, and upon peering inside, she found the remains of an ancient leather pouch containing two silver Roman coins.

On another occasion, the familiar daily hiking trail became lost in new undergrowth, and in her confusion she lost her direction and wandered to the edge of a large hot spring that she’d never seen before. Liz remembered how inviting the spring had been, and in an area so isolated she had eagerly removed her clothing and lowered herself in the water. She remembered the feeling of being totally enveloped by the warm liquid – her c-cup breasts suspended and free from gravity, the feel of the currents as they gently rolled across her naked body, and her naughty but lovely wandering hand that found its way between the thighs. Recalling that moment still quickened her pulse, and turned her cheeks rosy red.

In fact, the number of these fortuitous discoveries had Liz convinced that the forest was aware of her presence, and actively sought to please her.

Liz felt her spirit lift upon remembering these experiences, and she began to sing softly an old folk tune. The tune’s rhythm matched her walking pace, and the light of the sky seemed to sparkle between the leaves in time to her song. A bird chirped in an offbeat, the breeze died in rest, and in chorus the last rays of golden sunlight shone through the forest canopy… and onto a boulder in front of her.

Liz stopped and stared, for laying on the bolder was a cylindrical stone about half the length of her forearm, and about as round. The smooth stone was tapered to a rounded point on each end, and carved all over with large writing of obviously ancient origin. The forest had given her another gift! With the stone in hand Liz began her walk home.

In the days that followed İmbatlı Escort Liz’s mind was consumed with curiosity about the strange writing on the stone. She spent whole evenings with her laptop researching her new possession, attempting to decipher the mysterious text. She felt that the message it contained was vitally important, but was disappointed to discover that they bore no similarities to any historical writings in Britain.

‘Perhaps this was brought across the channel by someone?’ She mused.

Unwilling to give up finding a translation, Liz still had another option to try. She noticed her friend, Mary, was online. Liz opened up the chat program.

Lizzy: “Hey Mary?”

Mary M: “Lizzy! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you!!”

Lizzy: “Yeah, sorry I’ve been a little distracted lately. Work’s been busy etc., and I’ve found something new that’s been keeping me occupied at home, that I wanted to talk to you about.”

Mary M: “Ooooh, very interesting! Have you met a guy?! .. Do you have a pic?!”

Lizzy: “No, It’s not a guy! It’s something I found in the forest, and I do have a pic: here”

–TRANSFER–: Stone.JPG to ‘Mary M’

Mary M: “… you found that in the forest?.. And you say it’s been keeping you occupied… Umm, Liz I hope you washed it first.”

Lizzy: “What?? No!! I just wanted know whether you could ask your Anthropology professor at Uni about the carvings, and see if he could translate them for me. Could you do that? Please?”

Mary M: “Liz.. It looks like some sort of weird sex toy! Are you serious??

Lizzy: “Mary! I’m serious, this is important. Can you help me out?”

Mary M: “Umm ok.. I’ll see what I can do… Hey, it’s Friday tomorrow are you free after work? Maybe I can drive down and we can catch up for a bit?”

Lizzy: “Sure, but only if you help me out with this, ok? :P”

Mary M: “oookay, I’ll ask around :)”

Lizzy: “Thanks Mary, I’ll email you all the pictures I’ve taken. I’ve got to go. Will call soon x”

Liz sent the rest of the pictures through to Mary, then shut down her pc and examined the stone closely once more.

‘Mary’s mind is always in the gutter.’ She whispered.

The strange carvings seemed to respond to her attention, there was no doubt they had an amazing quality about them. The design was such that Liz continuously found new contours and loops in the characters that she hadn’t noticed before. Even stranger was a subtle tingling sensation she could feel when tracing them with her finger, and she was constantly catching herself tracing them when her hands were unoccupied.

Feeling tired, Liz placed the stone on the desk and entered the bathroom to prepare to shower. After removing her clothes she gave her naked self the usual once over in the mirror.

‘Twenty-seven İmbatlı Escort Bayan but still looking Twenty’ she thought, and was particularly happy to see her rear end and thighs as toned and shapely as ever. Her slightly wavy blonde hair was just long enough to cover her shoulders; its colour nicely complemented her even, light complexion, and matched her neatly kept pubic area. Liz thought that her breasts had retained their youthful perkiness particularly well. Her nipples stood erect, and she became aware that she was feeling a little aroused tonight.

‘One day I’ll find someone to share this body with’ she thought, as she entered the shower recess and turned the tap a little further toward cold.

Ten minutes later Liz’s hair and body were clean and dry, Liz hung the towel on the rack and exited the bathroom naked, stepping lightly toward the bedroom. Noticing that the study light was still on, Liz crossed the lounge room to the study door and looked inside before reaching for the light switch.

Her stone was missing from the desk! Curious, she walked over to the desk and shuffled her papers and books around, wondering where it could have disappeared to. She was certain she placed it there — wasn’t she? Confused, Liz tried to recreate the scene from memory, and turned to sit down in the chair.

As she sat down she felt a cold sensation against the bare skin of her rear cheeks. The stone must’ve fallen from her desk onto the chair! As she grabbed the armrests and positioned herself to stand up again the stone shifted awkwardly underneath her and pressed upward against the outer skin of her naked sex. The cool feeling of stone on sensitive skin was quickly overwhelmed by the familiar tingling static pleasure that had previously so captivated her idle hands. Suddenly curious, Liz felt a pang of excitement from within her belly – and a corresponding throb of desire pulse between her legs. She began to lower herself back down onto the stone.

‘Am I really doing this?’ She thought to herself, but the feeling was so nice that she thought she’d be mad not to explore this unintentional situation. Liz pressed her pussy further downward and lent forward. The stone pressed hard against her warm sex, and the contours of the engravings seemed to etch their patterns into the tender skin – and through her mind – igniting passions that had long been neglected.

Liz closed her eyes and gasped as the stone touched the nub of her inflamed pussy. She found herself bending down involuntarily, her body yearning to increase the amount of stone touching her most intimate area.

Rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but with escalating urgency, the friction intoxicated her and she became overwhelmed by the need to give her pussy as much contact with the stone Escort İmbatlı as possible. Breathing deeply, Liz arched her back, her naked breasts tilted slightly upward and her nipples were hard and erect. Her wild behavior began to turn her on even more. Embracing the moment, she lowered her head between her spread knees and ground her pelvis luridly onto the stone. As more of the stone touched her pussy, the pleasurable fire also increased.

‘I need to come, so hard’ she thought.

Her eyes closed, lips parted by breath hot and hoarse with desire, Liz continued gyrating against the stone. The powerful sensation filled Liz with a deep and urgent craving for hot release, but she desired more. She was overcome with the need for the fat stone inside her and she knew what she had to do.

Removing herself from the chair, Liz grabbed the stone with her right hand laid with her back on the cream carpet floor. She raised her feet and bent her legs above her stomach, her full breasts flattened only slightly against her chest. Liz placed one foot over the desk, the other on the chair, and spread her knees as wide as she could. Her left hand moved to her left breast, and she pinched and caressed her hard nipple, sending waves of pleasure down her belly and within her wet pussy.

Quickly, she moved her left hand down between her thighs and used the index and middle fingers to spread her moist opening. Stone at the ready, electric lust tickled her as she dipped the tip of the hot phallus in her wetness. Her nipples so hard they felt like bursting and she flicked her engorged clitoris with the smooth stone. Yearning for entry, her feet lifted and she spread her knees desperately wider, her fingers parted her outer labia — and with a cry she plunged the smooth stone deep inside her herself. It forced its way through her inner wetness, opening her up and filling her need. Liz felt the power of the carvings stimulate every nerve ending inside as the shaft pushed open her deep inner walls. Again and again she thrust the shaft deep into herself.

The stone responded to her secret desires. She wanted to be filled by a large cock, and in a moment of wanton desire, imagined the feeling of such a large specimen unloading inside her. She stretched her legs wider. Her bodily juices flowed freely and saturated her inner thighs. She seemed to feel the stone growing in size and radiate warmth, it was so satisfying to have it filling her.

The stone began to press against every wall inside her simultaneously. Her hand was pumping quickly now, she had never felt so full before, each thrust felt deeper and better than the last!

‘YES!’ Liz shouted. She was going to get what she wanted.

Her climax began its sweet ascent — pumping the phallus faster, she opened her thighs even wider and in a display of wanton abandon thrust her pussy upward to meet her plunging hand in one final primal motion. She moaned loudly as the stone expanded and pushed into the deepest nook inside of her. Her body exploded in deep hot orgasmic bliss. Consumed by endless throbs of raw pleasure, her pelvic spasms continued as Liz passed out.

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Well, let me tell you a little about myself so you may better understand my story. My name is Aaron and I am 35 years old. I have been divorced for the last 2 years. I am 6 feet tall and have a fairly slim build. I work as a financial services advisor for a Fortune 500 company here in the Midwest and have held this position for the last 10 years, ever since I received my Master’s degree in accounting. When I began my career I had the privilege of working for a woman named Jan who became a mentor, and later, a close friend. Jan and I no longer work closely together, but remain within the same corporation.

Jan is the consummate professional. She, after a short marriage to someone who died young in a car accident about 25 years ago, has devoted herself to her work and become quite successful. Her appearance and manner in a professional setting is immaculate – designer suits and a bearing that can best be described as regal.

Jan is 55 years old, and rather stocky in build. This does not imply, however, that she is overweight, but simply that she is short (5’5″) and built like the farm-girl she formerly was. Jan goes to the gym 5 days a week, and, while somewhat heavy in appearance, has a body that is as solid as a rock! She has short, nicely styled salt and pepper hair, very substantial breasts, and a big, beautiful round ass. Very, very delectable, according to my tastes. Again, in a professional setting she carries herself in a manner befitting the CEO of a large, successful organization, which, indeed, she is. Here, actually, our story begins.

About six months ago our company underwent a series of reorganization processes during which the respective departments of Jan and myself were closely involved. After one particularly trying meeting on a Friday afternoon, chaired by Jan, we went out for a sort of victory cocktail. This celebratory meal lasted throughout most of the night and served to rekindle, in a rather intimate way, the close relationship we had enjoyed over the years – which had, in a way, become a little more distant of late due to our disparate divisions and schedules.

After a fairly long evening, filled with reminiscences of our close relationship and career interactions, I picked up the check and we started to leave.

“Aaron, sweetheart, this has been a terribly long week and I still need to unwind some more. Would you like to come over to my house for another drink or two?”

“Of course Jan, I’d love to” I replied, “shall we take separate cars, or go together?”

Jan thought this over for a moment, then said “Well, if we each take our own cars you will be able to leave at your leisure, and, we wouldn’t have to make arrangements to retrieve the other vehicle later on.”

“Perfect,” I agreed, and we proceeded to leave, but not before Jan leaned close and lightly brushed my cheek with her lips.

This, of course, set my libido on a red alert, as nothing of this nature had ever happened before, but I essentially brushed it off as a figment of an over-active imagination. After a short 30 minute commute, Jan and I arrived at her townhouse in the nicer section of town, and, as I got out of the car, she greeted me in a rather special manner, namely by kissing my cheek again!

I must indicate, indeed, that up to this point, and, for quite some time afterward, I simply considered this as a rather intimate exchange between two very close friends.

We hung up our coats in the foyer, and after a little light-hearted banter, we proceeded into the dining area to mix some drinks. To my surprise, sweet Jan settled upon a Manhattan (a little powerful for this time of the evening.), and had all the ingredients on hand. I helped her mix two, and we settled down on her settee and toasted one another, “Here’s to a job well done and great company,” Jan said, and I replied, whole-heartedly, “Here’s to you, me, and, the end of this reorganization.”

“Here, here,” Jan replied, “and, to much better things in the future.”

After sitting there in front of a roaring fire for a half-hour or so, Jan stretched luxuriously, pulling those magnificent breasts of hers tightly against her blouse, and said “Aaron, sweetheart, would you mind giving me a backrub, I’m a little stiff from all the work we’ve done over the last week and think I need a nice massage.”

Well, I quickly agreed, and so Jan went and retrieved a blanket and pillow and placed them on the floor in front of the sofa, then, somewhat turning away, quickly stripped off her shirt and bra, while carefully facing away from me. As she lay down I just caught the briefest glimpse of her huge boobs slightly swaying as she settled into a comfortable position.

Jan, at first, was leaning upon her elbows, and, occasionally would stretch up a bit to sip her cocktail. When she leaned back into a prone position her breasts would push slightly out to the sides, and I was treated to the sight of those glorious curves! I slowly and gently massaged her broad back, Gültepe Escort lingering here and there at areas such as her neck muscles and lower back just above her waistline. Jan, in the meantime, sighed contentedly as my hands slowly roamed over her lovely skin. As the massage progressed, it was extremely hard, if not impossible, to not (at least unobtrusively) brush my fingers against the sides of Jan’s sweet, sweet rack.

During the course of her backrub we had had time to casually finish our drinks, and, while I was working on her shoulder muscles Jan spoke for the first time since I had begun; “Aaron darling, that feels simply magical, but could I beg you to take a short break and mix us another drink?”

“Sure,” I replied “would you care for another of the same?” “I think that would be perfect,” Jan said, with a slight giggle, “just don’t be too long!”

Well, that was easier said than done, as a nice Manhattan takes a little while to concoct, but I finished up and hurried back to the living room to Jan. When I reached the doorway I stood stock still in surprise, for, from where I was standing it appeared that Jan was completely nude! I gathered my wits, and proceeded in to set down our drinks.

As I neared the blanket Jan rested upon I could see that Jan was not nude, but rather was wearing a very brief pair of thong underwear. And, I do mean brief, the center strap looked to be nothing more a tiny strand of string nestled between her glorious buttocks! I sat down beside Jan, and we again toasted our accomplishments over the last weeks, and, to our friendship.

“Aaron, you did such a wonderful job on my back, would you mind massaging my legs also?” Jan asked. “Of course not, Jan,” I said “you have such lovely legs it would be a pleasure!”

“Thanks dear, you have such a sweet touch! I haven’t felt this good in ages!” she replied. I took a short sip of my cocktail, and slid down a little further toward her feet to resume her massage, and, while doing so, let my eyes roam over her luscious ass. Indeed, what a beautiful ass it was: rather large, but perfectly rounded with firm, proudly protruding cheeks.

I have to admit, at this point, that I was starting to develop a strong erection, and I was a little relieved to be working out of Jan’s direct line of sight! I began down around her ankles, and, because of Jan’s earlier comments, and my own arousal, tried to make the massage as slow and sensuous as possible! I gradually moved to her calves, gently kneading and rubbing her beautiful legs. It was quite apparent that all of Jan’s time spent in the gym had certainly paid off, her leg muscles were perfectly toned, and somewhat hard to the touch (not unpleasantly so, however, just very, very firm).

As I worked my way further up toward the thigh area, Jan slowly, and gradually, spread her legs further apart so that there was a space about a foot wide between her knees. Of course, my eyes were now locked onto Jan’s crotch area as I strained to get a closer view! Her brief thongs had somewhat pulled into her pussy, but only enough so that I could barely see the beginnings of a very prominent cleft! As there appeared to be no pubic hair obstructing my view, I could only surmise that, at the least, kept her puss nicely trimmed, a definite turn-on!

I massaged her lovely thighs for 15 minutes or so, taking my strokes almost up to her still-hidden lips, then sliding outward just under the sweet rounding of her buttocks before sliding back down to the back of her knees, all the while accompanied by gentle sighs and murmurs of contentment from Jan.

“There now, Jan, how’s that?” I asked Jan, as I rather assumed (much to my disappointment, I might add…) that that would be the end of our little massage session. Jan looked back at me over her shoulder and said “Oh no, sweetheart, go higher!, After all, it’s just another muscle, well, two to be exact… Unless, of course you don’t want to massage that big butt of mine!” she said with a little smirk.

“No, no, not at all, Jan, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to go any further,” I replied. “Oh Aaron,” she said “if you stop now I’ll feel just like a kid who had all her birthday presents taken away!” “Ok, ok,” I joked “the pleasure will certainly be mine!” I reached down, grabbed my drink, and finished it in one huge gulp (as did Jan), and slid up a little further to better focus on the task at hand…

As I slid my hands on her big beautiful ass I felt my cock harden further, and didn’t think things could possibly get any better than this! I was wrong, however, for as I softly massaged Jan’s lovely solid cheeks she gradually spread her legs even further apart. Her thong strap was now even more tightly pulled over her crack, but unfortunately her lips still remained concealed, but, the thin string of the strap did little to conceal her sweet asshole!

I gently separated her cheeks while massaging her, and was treated to an even better Gültepe Escort Bayan view of this luscious sight: Jan’s asshole looked to be about the size of a quarter and was just a shade or two darker than the surrounding skin, delicately wrinkled and tightly puckered, certainly one of the most delightful things I had ever seen!

I continued to sweetly massage her magnificent ass, letting my hands drift down to her inner thighs, then lightly brushing close to her pussy right where the legs join the pelvis, then even more gently brushing the area around her sweet asshole, before continuing the same movement over and over again.

After what seemed an eternity (although a very pleasant eternity), Jan spoke: “Aaron, honey, that feels so good I wish you’d never stop, but I think we both could really use another drink right now.” “Yes, Jan, I think you’re probably right, would you like me to mix them?” “Sure, love, but this time I’ll help!” she said, and, with that stood up and faced me, with those glorious tits fully exposed to my hungry gaze!

Her tits were absolutely stupendous,DD’s at least, with very little sag (thank God for the gym). Her areolas were large and dark red, covering an area about the diameter of a saucer, the nipple itself seemed the size of my thumb, thick and jutting out proudly! I slowly stood up and reluctantly tore my gaze away from her breasts, only to see Jan grinning widely at me! “Come on, babe, let’s get that drink!” she said, while grabbing my hand and leading me into the dining room.

I hoped my erection was not too noticeable as we walked through her house, but decided not to be too overly concerned, after all, a hard cock seemed to me a quite normal reaction to the sights I had been treated to! As we casually mixed our drinks, Jan’s lovely boobs delightfully standing out from her chest, I could see her glancing very frequently down at my waist area.

The thought of Jan checking out my manhood made me swell even more, and the reaction I received was a smile of pure delight from her. Of course, I had also been busy in the meantime, checking out her barely-covered pussy, as up until this point I had only had the opportunity of seeing her sweet backside. Now I could see, due to the little her thong did to cover her, that she had a quite prominent pubic mound, with just the hint of a deep cleft peeking out above the top of the thong, and, a beautiful thick camel-toe winking up at me! Due to her exposure, it now was quite plain to me that Jan’s cunt was completely bald, something which had always turned me on immensely!

While mixing the cocktails, Jan had, once or twice, reached across my body for a missing ingredient, causing those lush tits to push against my chest or arm, with those stiff nipples poking into me as if begging for attention.

Finally, Jan said “There love, I think we’re finished in here for now,” and, turning to face me directly, lifted her lips to mine! This was the first time we had, directly, touched in a manner befitting lovers (although the massage had certainly had sexual undertones.), and I made the most of it, kissing her full lips hungrily before sliding my tongue gently into her mouth to dance with hers. After what seemed like hours, we broke this tender kiss, and Jan said “Come, Aaron, let’s go back to the living room…”

Upon entering the room, Jan immediately sat down on her blanket and motioned for me to sit beside her. We hungrily kissed again, and when we finally broke our embrace, Jan said “Well, you really did do such a lovely job massaging my back, do you think you could do as well on my front?”

“Jan, dear, I’m sure I can outdo myself,” I replied “this time I’ll be able to look at your beautiful face, along with your wonderful body while I massage you!” She blushed slightly, and then slowly lay back against a stack of 2 or 3 pillows she had gathered from the couch. These extra pillows had the effect of her sitting partially upright, but still reclining backwards comfortably.

I began slowly but firmly massaging her neck and shoulder area, but it wasn’t long before I let my hands stray down to those huge boobs of hers, almost if my hands were magnetically drawn to such beauty! I gently squeezed and massaged her tits and then began making slow circles around her areolas, watching them become an even deeper red as I teased around the nipple!

Jan had become somewhat red-faced herself, giving low moans of encouragement as I alternated my gaze between her face and her sweet tits. I now paid strict attention to her stiff nipples, gently rolling them between my fingers and stretching them slowly outward, while they became longer and thicker under my tender ministrations. I massaged those luscious nipples for a solid 10 minutes before I let my hands drift down to the lower globe of her tits, and, after gently kneading this area for a few minutes (watching her tits slowly rise and fall with each delicate squeeze), I then softly Escort Gültepe and smoothly began work on her upper ribcage and stomach area.

As I brushed lower and lower over Jan’s sweet abdomen, her cleft became more and more apparent, a valley of desire to be sure! Still, I kept up a somewhat circumspect manner, and simply teased Jan (and, myself) by gently circling her belly button (an “inny”) before tenderly caressing the sweet top of her cleft that marginally showed over the top of her thong. I slowly half-sat up, and moved down to work on her lower legs, as I did so, Jan rewarded me by spreading her legs, all the while looking me straight in the eye! I (sort of) calmly massaged her ankles, and, while doing so, had the supreme pleasure of Jan, ever so slowly, spreading her legs even wider. As I slowly worked my way up her legs, Jan’s sweet mound was less than a foot away, and, every time I let my eyes drift upward, seemed to be winking at me in temptation! Given this mesmerizing goal, I, gently, inched my way upwards along Jan’s ever-so-muscular thighs, every slight movement an exercise in delight, as, for every increment higher toward her love-muscle I moved, so Jan spread her legs even wider!

By the time I was tracing small circles around her outer lips her legs were splayed wide open, all the time with that sexy thong becoming more and more a tease rather than a barrier! I gently rubbed all around her cunt, then, deciding to take matters “in hand,” as it were, slowly and sensuously began massaging her cunt itself through the miniscule covering of her thong. Up to this point, Jan’s reaction had been simple sighs of comfort or arousal, now she signaled her delight with outright moans of pleasure!

I kneaded and kneaded her love-mound, and was rewarded with the distinctive sight of her thong becoming wetter and wetter, all the while my cock becoming ever-harder… Just at the point when I was nearing a total loss of control, Jan lifted her sweet ass in the air and made a small gesture signaling me to pull down her panties. This, for me, became a gesture of pure love (and, lust) as I slowly inched her thong down away from her lovely shaven mound. Inch by inch, as Jan was revealed, I simply marveled at her beauty, her pubic mount swelled out grandly, with no trace of her inner lips revealed.

I made a perfunctory sweep of her lower legs and inner thighs before concentrating on the center of her (our) desire, then slowly swirled my fingers around her outer lips before even trying to enter her cunt. This was a truly inspired move, as, when I eventually did try to insert my finger into Jan’s sweet pussy, I had to gently work my finger in rather than simply slide it in. Jan, although 55 years old, was as tight as a young virgin (she later told me that she, other than an occasional “solo” session, hadn’t had sex in over 10 years)!

“Jan, darling,” I said, “I only want to make you happy, and this seems to me to be the perfect way, my sweet!” I then leaned further down and, slowly and sweetly, began to lick her luscious cunt from the very apex down it’s terminus in the region of her oh-so-sexy asshole. Licking and licking again, I gently eased my tongue into her cunt, and was rewarded with the taste and smell of a lovely woman coming, coming, coming over my face, as Jan, by this point, had thrown all discretion to the winds and simply moaned her pleasure: “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, baby, lick me, baby, I’m coming, Oh YES, baby, I’m coming!”

I gently reached up with my right hand and spread her cleft further. I was rewarded by the sight of a cute little button of a clit peeking out at me, up to this point well hidden by Jan’s very tightness and tight, smoothly rounded of outer lips! Fully distended, as it was at this point, Jan’s clit jutted outward, pencil-thick and as hard as my own cock! I gently lowered my head and began to start licking and nuzzling this glorious appendage, and was rewarded by Jan’s heroic proclamation of another orgasm, “Oh God, sweetheart, please, please suck me there… BABY, I can’t stand it! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” her voice softly trailed away as her orgasm eased down to a series of erratic twitches and gentle contractions…

I slowly slid my way up her lush body and we again kissed longley and languorously, sensuously and deeply. As we broke our kiss Jan gave a short, lazy chuckle and said “Aaron honey, I think that maybe now YOU need a little release!” “Jan, dear, you have no idea how bad I do,” I replied, rather raggedly. “Well, baby, just let me get up and sit on the couch so I can watch you get undressed,” she said, “and, by the looks of things, I think we’re both going to love the next few minutes!”

I stood up, helped Jan to her feet and over to the settee, and then stood in three quarter profile as I began to strip off my clothes. I tried to be as casual as possible, but wasn’t having much success as I was unbelievably eager to get naked! I quickly stripped down to my underwear, and then, still in profile, eased my shorts down over my throbbing cock! Meanwhile, Jan was reclining back with her muscular legs spread wide, her lovely cunt glistening in the firelight! I pushed my shorts down to my ankles, with my rock-hard cock jutting straight upwards and bobbing up and down in my arousal!

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Jewell “The Maiden” Blakemore

Jewell sat across from her longtime rival Ashleigh Kendricks and smiled softly at the woman. Both women were ruthless and dangerous, neither trusted the other anymore than she had to.

Ashleigh was everything Jewell was not, she was tall dark-haired with skin the colour of sun kissed wheat. Where Jewell was small and fit, Ashleigh had a much more imposing physique. Her body was thick and muscular, yet she lost nothing of her femininity in the exchange. Her flaming red hair was as recognizable as Jewell’s own silver mane. Her eyes were deep and brown, flecked with just a hint of amber in the iris. She was dressed today in a pair of black leather pants and boots, with a green and black bodice with front lacing. Her long flowing red hair was worn loose to her mid back, curling naturally and looking like fire reflected over waves in the darkest of night.

Jewell herself wore a black simple doublet of fine silk along with plain canvas petticoat pants and her trademark knee high black leather boots, Her hair was tied back in her customary ponytail, held in place by the leather binding with the silver skull she always wore in her hair.

The two women had known each other a very long time. They have been shipmates once, friends even. Both had served on board the vessel of Lady Meredith, The legendary pirate queen who had paved the way for the younger generation of women who would follow in her footsteps. Jewell and Ashleigh were first and foremost among these.

The two captains were meeting to try and work out an agreement. There had been tension between the two as of late. Ashleigh had returned from an expedition in the southern seas and the crew of her ship ‘the Salty Succubus’ had been at odds with that of Jewell’s own ‘Black Widow’ ever since. Both crews hoped to claim the lucrative spoils of the northern sea passes near Clew Bay. The two corsairs might not have liked each other but they both recognized the current arrangement was bad for the bottom line, their profits.

The dry cave where they had decided to hold their meeting had been a favored hideout of thieves , cutthroats and pirates for almost a hundred years and a carefully guarded secret amongst the underworld community. Over the years it had been turned into a comfortable, if somewhat small hiding and gathering place for those who ended up on the wrong side of the law.

The two women had called a truce long enough to at least be able to discuss the matters over.ha While each would like nothing more than to pull a hidden dagger out of her boot and stab the other woman through the heart, they also recognized that such an action could just as easily result in their own demise. Neither woman had reached their position by taking dangerous risks.

They heard the cough of one of Ashleigh’s men standing guard outside the door to the small room the two women shared. Two men from each crew stood outside with strict orders to let no one bother the two pirate captains. Jewell smiled and thought to herself, provided they do not kill each other first. Then again, the same could be said for Ashleigh and her.

She reached for her goblet of wine and brought it to her lips to sip lightly from it. “Listen Ashleigh, the fact of the matter is this is our territory. My crew and I have been working these waters for the better part of two years while you have been off down south. I don’t see why I should just let you come in and lay claim to it just because you have returned.” Jewell’s tone was hostile, but deep down Balçova Escort she was not against the idea of sharing, provided that her counterpart offered suitable compensation. Reaching a mutually acceptable compromise was always more profitable than bloodshed.

Jewell carefully looked over her rival. She had always considered Ashleigh to be a very beautiful woman. Even now in this close proximity she was very conscious of the other woman’s beauty. A part of her wished to take her and make her her own. A plan of approach was needed though. Ashleigh was nothing like the other women that Jewell had broken over the years.

Jewell stood and walked around the table , coming to lean on the side of the table next to where Ashleigh sat. The silver haired pirate gave her rival a disarming smile and said softly “We are both women of reason here, and we both know that striking a deal is much more profitable than needless bloodshed. I have been working these waters for a long time but I am more than happy to share in the spoils, provided I have a reason to do so.”

Ashleigh smiled as she met Jewell’s gaze. Her eyes took in the other woman’s body as she leaned against the table a few mere inches from her. She had always found her deep green eyes captivating, Such a rare and vibrant color, she had first seen them years ago aboard Lady Meredith’s ship and while their friendship and rivalry had waxed and waned over the years, those eyes had always continued to amaze her. She found herself once more drawn to her as they were in close proximity.

Ashleigh looked up into those eyes and her smile deepened “What is it you have in mind Jewell? I am always happy to listen when an offer can be beneficial.” The redheaded beauty sat back comfortably in her chair and fixed her gaze squarely on her rival’s face.

Jewell laughed happily and lifted a foot, before setting it next to Ashelgh’s leg on her chair “Well you know sometimes the greatest treasures are not the ones you hold in your hands but the memories and moments you can create which will be with you forever.” She licked her lips softly as she stared into the deep brown eyes of the other woman. Ashleigh found her gaze was charged with palpable energy and it sent a bit of a shiver down her spine as she met it.

They stayed in this position for a moment which seemed to drag on forever and then Jewell turned away with a laugh “Of course I am sure you are a much more practical woman and are not interested in such things are you?” Her eyes twinkled with a teasing light as she said the words. Ashleigh was torn between admitting her curiosity for the other woman’s offer and remaining poised and aloof for the purpose of the negotiations.

Curiosity got the better of the woman and she leaned forward and gently ran her own tongue along her soft lips. She smiled coyly and looked at her former crewmate “W-what exactly did you have in mind?” her voice had a barely perceptible stutter to it as she asked the question. For all her worldly ways and experience in life, Ashleigh was still very much a novice when it came to lust, love and sex. Unlike Jewell who enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh as much as any other of the spoils of her victory, she had always sent such rewards to her crew while abstaining from partaking for herself. She had to admit now though that the offer was quite tempting.

Jewell saw the look in her eyes and gently reached out with a slender hand, stroking Ashleigh’s hair softly “Relax and enjoy yourself, I have no intention Balçova Escort Bayan of hurting you… Unless you would like that” she added the last part with a playful laugh and Ashleigh found herself smiling back. Their heads moved forth and their mouths met, as both gave into the growing desire they felt.

For Ashleigh it was like a shock through her whole body. The touch of Jewell’s lips against hers was like nothing she had ever felt and her mouth melted into the kiss off this woman that she both hated and felt a deep affection for. Her hand moved to cradle the other woman’s head , softly stroking her smooth silvery hair as their kiss deepened even more.

Jewell’s hands moved to the front of Ashleigh’s bodice and fumbled a bit with the cords. Her fingers found purchase on the lacing and began to loosen it. Ashleigh pulled back from the kiss and started to protest, but Jewell’s mouth followed her and immediately silenced her once more as she kissed her again.

Her thoughts of protest quite forgotten, The red haired privateer let her hands wander down the back of her once rival now lover, touching her with tenderness. She slid her hands beneath the fabric of Jewell’s black doublet and caressed the other woman’s skin. It was strange for her to run her hands over the soft skin of another woman but the more she did it, the more she found she was enjoying the experience. Her kisses became more urgent and her fingers and skinned seemed to burn with eager lust as they caressed and kissed one another.

Ashleigh stood and lifted her arms as the silver haired beauty finished untying her bodice. Jewell slid her fingers underneath it and pulled it up over the taller pirate’s head. The sexy red haired buccaneer trembled slightly as the cool air of the cave brushed over her suddenly bare skin. Jewell smiled as she moved her mouth to Ashleigh’s nipple, taking it between her lips and suckling on it gently. In the same movement she spun her lover around and laid her back on the table, climbing atop her half naked form as she straddled the taller woman’s hips.

Ashleigh slid her hands to the bottom of Jewell’s doublet and started to clumsily undo the buttons holding it in place. She could feel the beautiful young woman’s breath become more heated and passionate on her breasts as she undid each of the buttons. They had stopped talking altogether and the only sounds that reverberated through the small cave. Ashleigh was a bit worried that her guard outside the door would be able to hear but the feelings that the argent haired temptress were simply too good to ignore. She moaned loudly and cupped her one time rival’s head in her hand and pulled her more firmly against her breast.

Jewell reached down and firmly cupped Ashleigh’s ass in her hands, taking charge of the situation. The two women may have been evenly matched in many things but the young pirate could sense right away that she was the one with the upper hand when it came to matters of seduction and lust. Ashleigh’s gentle and timid touches told Jewell all she needed to know about how experienced the other woman was in such matters.

With a smile for herself, Jewell held the pretty redhead’s ass in her skilled hands and kneaded it firmly. She left one hand on the girl’s firm backside as her other hand slid up the girls back, her long fingernails caressing her now bared skin with a mixture of tenderness and insistent firmness. She felt the beautiful Ashleigh rub back against the and on her ass as Jewell’s hand firmly Escort Balçova groped her wonderful ass.

Jewell planted a few gentle kisses on Ashleigh’s neck and moved down her body, kissing her full breasts once more as her mouth and tongue slid down the curvy girl’s shapely and comely body. Her tongue teased and excited the skin with it’s skilled movements. Ashleigh arched deeply and whimpered her lust as she had never felt arousal such as this. No one she had ever been with had ever touched her or kissed her body the way Jewell was at the moment.

She reached down and ran her hair through the long silvery hair, pulling on the leather strap and letting it fall free around Jewell’s slender shoulders as the girl’s mouth moved down her body, pausing to play with her tits for a few moments before continuing to explore Ashleigh’s body.

Jewell was loving feeling her rival react to her mouth. She could sense every shiver and every squirm of her skin as her mouth continued it’s unchecked progress towards Ashleigh’s pussy. Her tongue darted and danced against the pale skin as she savoured the power she felt in this situation There was something so empowering about showing someone the pleasures that a woman could give them.

Jewell’s mouth reached Ashleigh’s sex and softly swirled around her clit, rolling it in a circular motion, She felt the other woman’s grasp on her hair tighten and a heard a loud moan escape her lips. Jewell took a moment to smile and gently licked over the folds of the girl’s pink labia. She felt the fingers in her hair release and clench again and the redheaded pirate whisper in a husky voice “That feels so amazing, please don’t stop.”

More than happy to oblige, the red haired beauty slid her tongue between the folds of her lover’s pussy, lapping up and down as she worked her tongue in a little deeper with every movement. She could feel the moisture and the heat between Ashleigh’s legs building with every flick of her skilled tongue.

Ashleigh’s back arched and Jewell climbed atop her, sliding her pants down and turning to straddle her head. Jewell lowered her own sex to her one time rival’s mouth and grinded against her sexy full lips a few times. The other woman did not need to be urged anymore as she began to lick at her sex. The tongue was clumsy and rough at first but quickly began to settle in as Ashleigh seemed to sense instinctively what Jewell enjoyed.

The smell of sex filled the room as each woman lost themselves in the pussy of the other, focusing on giving pleasure, knowing full well that their effort was being well rewarded by the eager tongue of the other girl.

Ashleigh had been aroused for a long time now and her body could take no more. Feeling her begin to shake as her body was inflamed by the rising climax, Jewell sat up and pushed her sex down on the beautiful pirate’s mouth, riding her face hard as her right hand’s index finger moved to Ashleigh’s clit. As she did this she brought her left hand to her own engorged button and teased it hard between her index and thumb. Her hips writhed and bucked against the eager tongue and lips of the woman between her legs and she tossed her head back with a loud scream. Her smooth silver mane flew wildly as she came hard, her own orgasm refusing to be denied.

Much later, as both women stood in the much larger main cave of the outlaw hideout and announced to their respective crews that an agreement had been reached for the share of the spoils in the passes near Clew bay. While both captains were very happy with the agreement that had been reached, both agreed that it would be very important to renegotiate the deal on a very regular basis, to make sure that they would both continue to be very satisfied with the terms of the pact. Both women looked forward to that very much.

To be continued.

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