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Lucky Cable Guy Ch. 10

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Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of a series, and thus many of the characters that appear here were introduced in earlier chapters. Here is a quick review:

Jason – The Titular Cable Guy

Tina – Jason’s recent friend and his first on-the-job fuck

Stacy – Tina’s roommate

Matt – Tina’s boyfriend

Jack – Jason’s roommate and best friend; Stacy’s new boyfriend

Ryan – Jason’s other roommate and best friend

Melanie – One of Jason’s possible love interests

Amber – Another one of Jason’s possible love interests

Sarah – Melanie’s best friend and Ryan’s new girlfriend

Paul – Melanie’s dad

Mindy – Melanie’s mom

Mia – Melanie’s sister

Heidi – Tina’s sister

Angelica – Heidi’s friend from school

Trevor – Paul’s employee

Joe – Jason’s boss

Rachel – Joe’s wife, Matt’s big sister

Marty – Jason’s coworker

Emma – New friend and fuck-buddy for Jason

Lily – Emma’s friend

Sandra – Emma’s friend

Mary – an acquaintance and fuck-buddy of Tina’s and Matt’s

Frank – Mary’s husband

Vanessa – a waitress, and employee of Matt’s

Arthur – a bouncer from Matt’s bar, tonight acting as door man for Tina’s party

Warning: This story contains a scene with a good amount of guy-on-guy stuff. I’ve marked it with a warning so you can skip it if you’re not into that sort of thing. Although if you’ve made it to this chapter, I have to wonder…

To this point, all of this series has taken place in the late spring of 2002.

Thanks to Stonehammer69 for editing and story consultation services.

All characters are of course over eighteen.

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2015

Sunshine poured in through our massive bedroom window and invaded the comfort of my Saturday morning slumber. I arched my back in a yawning stretch, pressing my ever-reliable morning erection between the naked globes of my wife’s perfect plump bottom. Her head lay on my left arm, but my right was free to explore, and I took one of her heavy boobs in my hand, squeezing gently and feeling the nipple harden and press into my palm. I breathed in the smell of her long auburn hair and exhaled a satisfied sigh.

Amber moaned sleepily and pushed her butt back against my cock. “Don’t you want to save some of that energy for the lake?” she teased, rolling her hips and causing my shaft to slide up and down between her butt cheeks.

“Can you picture me in the car for six hours without getting a couple of loads out first?” I protested.

“Go get the shower started,” Amber said.

I groaned, but rolled away from my wife obediently and hopped out of bed, my cock standing up hard and strong in front of me. In the hallway of our apartment, I glanced through the windows into Melanie’s and Leanne’s rooms as I passed, noting that Melanie had already risen and made her bed, but that gorgeous blond Leanne was still snoozing away with her bedsheet only pulled up to her waist and her perfect C-cup tits rising and falling gently on her chest.

Amber and I had our own shower in the master suite of course, but our weekend routine involved the big shower that looked out into the main living area, separated by glass instead of solid walls. I was pleased to see that Melanie had beaten me there.

“Good morning,” I said as I strode in behind her.

Melanie turned under the spray of one of the four shower heads and wiped water from her eyes and smiled up at me. She wrapped her naked body around mine, trapping my cock against my stomach and launching her tongue into my mouth. She hadn’t been home before Amber, Leanne and I had gone to bed, which meant I hadn’t seen her for nearly twenty-four hours.

Melanie was even more beautiful than she’d been thirteen years ago when we first started hooking up and then tried dating for the first of several attempts. Her big gorgeous tits hung maybe a centimeter lower than they had when we were twenty, but that was probably due to the fact that they’d gotten a little bit bigger as she’d put on adult weight and filled out in her twenties. Not to say that I hadn’t done the same thing, or Amber either. My ex-girlfriend’s dark hair was plastered by the spraying water down the back of her neck and middle of her back, extending almost half-way to her perfect round ass.

She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and gave my cock a squeeze. “Is Amber coming?”

“She just sent me down to get started,” I said.

“How about Leanne?”

“I think Leanne is going to need to sleep in a few extra minutes,” I chuckled. “Amber and I fucked her goddamn brains out last night.”

“I’m sorry I missed that,” she said.

“Hey,” I said, kissing her again. “We’re on vacation now. Plenty of time for a reenactment up at the lake house.”

* * *

2002

“Are you guys ready for Tina’s Birthday Party, Phase Two?” Tina asked as she pushed the button for the elevator.

“You bet that sweet ass I am,” Matt chuckled.

We Uzun porno were all dressed again, refreshed from our showers, and even Tina had put on a skirt and top that she might have chosen for a normal birthday party or a night out on the town. The skirt hugged her ass in a way that made Matt’s classification of “sweet” seem like low praise. Watching it sway as we all moved onto the elevator was starting a tightness in my jeans that wasn’t going to go away until I took them off almost an hour later.

The huge bearded man, whose name was apparently Arthur, manned the controls for us again, bringing us down one floor to Party Central.

When the doors slid open on six, a crowd of women in lingerie screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

I hadn’t known quite what to expect would be happening with the women while the men were all upstairs with Tina, but I was certainly not disappointed in the view when we stepped out into the enormous room. Whereas the lower floors were split into twenty or more apartments each, and the top floor divided into four huge luxury units, the sixth floor was what Matt and his sister Rachel called Party Central. There was a kitchen, a dance floor, several wet bars, dozens of beds, couches, chairs, and tables. There were pool tables and foosball and pinball and darts. There was a huge projection screen that had been dark when I took my tour this morning, but which now seemed to be playing a porn movie. Indeed, all of the flatscreen TV’s mounted around the huge room, which you might expect to be showing baseball and basketball games this time of year, were playing different porn movies, most of which appeared to be scenes of group sex. My favorite. The sun had set, and the room was lighted softly in a way that complimented the exposed brick and beam of the original factory construction. In the southwest corner was the enormous open shower I had shared with Rachel this morning, but which could easily accommodate everyone currently in the room.

And there had to be close to thirty of us. The elevator in a building like this was made to move freight, so there was plenty of room for the eight guys and three women who had just disembarked, along with Arthur, who remained on board to escort any late guests up to the party.

Tina’s sister Heidi and her friend Claire had already been dressed in a sexy bra and panty combo when they greeted us guys upstairs earlier. Now it seemed that this was going to be the theme of the night, at least as far as female wardrobe was concerned. I scanned the crowd to find Amber and Melanie, and they did not disappoint. Amber wore a black corset over the top of which her big tits were threatening to spill at any minute. She wore matching panties and black heels, and her auburn hair was pulled up on top of her head. Melanie’s darker hair was done up in more ornate curls than her every-day look. Her skin was tanned a little darker than Amber’s and it contrasted nicely with the shear white babydoll and panties she wore. Her big boobs were hugged by lacy cups, and the top flared open below her breastbone, baring her tight stomach and showing off the lacy panties.

“You two look absolutely incredible,” I said. They both turned their smiling faces up to me for a kiss.

“You don’t clean up so bad yourself,” Melanie said, smiling. “For a dirty cable guy.” She ran her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans.

“That was some nice work up there,” Amber said.

“What do you mean?”

“We got to watch the whole thing on the big screen,” Melanie said. “Tina is a goddamn sex maniac.”

“There were cameras?” I said to Matt and Tina, who were greeting more of their guests.

Tina winked at me and Matt smiled and nodded.

“Jason!” a voice squealed. I turned to my left to see Emma rushing toward me. Her lingerie choice made Amber and Melanie look like they were ready to go to church. She wore a pink and black teddy with a completely open bust. Where cups should have been holding her huge boobs, there was nothing, and those heavy melons bounced wildly as she skipped toward me and threw her arms around my neck. Her tongue was in my mouth almost immediately, and Amber and Melanie looked on with amused faces. They knew that I’d spent yesterday afternoon with Emma and her friends, and neither one of them seemed to mind.

“Hi Emma,” I said, once I was able to separate my mouth from here. “I love your outfit. But how did you know to bring one?” I’d called Emma to notify her of the change in location for the party, but I hadn’t known about the lingerie theme to tell her.

“We didn’t,” she said, referring to herself and her friends Lily and Sandra, who stood a little way behind her waiting their turn to greet me. The busty redhead and dark-skinned beauty each had chosen more traditional garb, sexy as hell, but not quite as lewdly exhibitionist as Emma’s. “There’s a huge closet over there with enough for a hundred people!”

Leave it to Matt and Rachel to pre-load their orgy room with lingerie Öğrenci porno of all shapes and sizes.

Lily and Sandra greeted me with hugs, but didn’t try to stuff their tongues in my mouth right off the bat. I introduced the three eighteen-year-old seniors to my two almost-girlfriends, but it seemed that they’d already gotten somewhat acquainted during the live screening of the festivities upstairs.

“Emma has been telling us all about yesterday,” Melanie said. “She went into even more detail than you did.”

Around us, people began to roam and merge into different groups, chatting, laughing and dancing here and there as well. Melanie and Amber brought me over to one of the bars, where an actual bartender (a Mediterranean olive-skinned woman in her mid thirties with a glorious cascade of curly black hair), prepared me a rum and coke, which was the only drink I knew how to order when I was twenty. The bartender, who Melanie introduced as Seraphina, was dressed in a smart uniform as she would normally be tending bar in the restaurant downstairs, but the uniform did very little to obscure her generous and pleasant curves.

Besides Seraphina tending bar, I also saw Vanessa moving around with a tray of appetizers. She was also dressed in standard restaurant garb, her wild shock of red hair pulled back into a ponytail.

As for the rest of the party guests: Matt and Tina of course were the hosts. Rachel, Matt’s sister, and Joe, her husband (also my boss at the cable company; small fucking world), could be considered co-hosts, as it was Matt and Rachel’s family that owned the building. My roommates Jack and Ryan were here along with their girlfriends Stacy and Sarah, although who was technically dating whom was still a little foggy to me on that end. Paul and Mindy, Melanie’s parents, were moving through the crowd, and their other daughter Mia I noticed socializing with her classmates. Emma, Sandra, Lily and Mia were all seniors in the same school as Heidi and Angelica, the gorgeous curvy Latina I had met this morning. Paul had also brought along his coworker Trevor: tall, black, and muscled enough to give that gorilla in the elevator a run for his money. My own coworker Marty was here as well, although he’d been invited by Joe, our boss. I was reintroduced to Tina’s friend Claire and to another college friend of Tina’s, Laura. While Claire’s features and coloring led me to guess that she was Indian, Laura was probably the whitest person in the room. She had dyed black hair and an incredible tattoo of what looked like a t-rex skeleton on her back. Her back was bare except for her bra straps, black of course, along with the panties she wore. Her nose was pierced through the middle with a silver ring.

Having been introduced to those I didn’t know and greeted those I did, I challenged Melanie and Amber to a game of pool, and they decided to make it a partners game, sending me to find someone I could lose with. Ryan volunteered, and together we made short work of the girls, despite the effort they put in to distract us during our shots.

After two games, the elevator beeped, and Arthur stepped off this time, after letting two couples out onto the floor. One of the couples I knew. Mary and Frank had participated in the orgy at my house a week ago. Mary’s signature long blond braid reminded me of a Viking caricature from a Bugs Bunny cartoon, but she was still beautiful, full-breasted and tall. Her husband Frank had missed out on Tina’s festivities upstairs, but I suppose there was always next time.

The other couple were something to behold; indeed every single person in the room stopped what they were doing when they walked in, all grace and confidence and beauty. They were maybe five years older than me from what I could tell. The woman was another level of beautiful. In a room full of beautiful women, she shined a dazzling light. It wasn’t merely physical beauty, although both of them had that in spades. There was something under the surface that seemed to bend the light of the whole room toward them; a grace and power is the best way I think I can describe it. I immediately wanted to have sex with both of them. I’d been worried about how my performance might be in tonight’s orgy, after having blown my load four times already today, but upon the arrival of this new couple, those worries were forgotten. Fatigue slid away in an instant, and the slow ache in my balls vanished.

“Holy shit,” Melanie said, standing up from where she’d been lining up a shot on the pool table, her fantastic tits about to spill out of her top.

“Wow,” Amber said.

Only after they realized that everyone was staring did they seem to come up short in mild embarrassment. A look passed between them and that feeling of gravity pulling everyone in the room toward them suddenly vanished. There were still two beautiful strangers standing there with Frank and Mary and Arthur, but now they were simply that, and almost as quickly as the party had come to a stop, it resumed. Melanie returned to her pool shot and I looked down and wondered when my cock had gone from a medium-hard to throbbing iron bar.

Tina and Matt greeted the newest guests, and began bringing them around the room making introductions. Frank and Mary were already known to me and my friends, and it was Rachel who introduced Luke and Rebekah to us.

“We met these two up at the lake a few years ago,” Rachel said as I shook Luke’s hand, feeling a gentle grip that seemed to surround an immense strength.

I could barely muster the breath to say “Pleased to meet you,” when shaking Rebekah’s hand. Her green eyes seemed to dance with their own light, and her easy smile and generous laugh seemed to brighten the air around her. She was tall, probably five-ten. Sunny blond hair spilled down to her shoulders. Her busty figure was revealed by a curve-hugging green dress.

Ours were the last introductions for the new couple, and Rebekah looked around the room and then at Rachel and Tina. “It looks like I’m a little over-dressed,” she said. “I’d just take my dress off, but my meat-brained fiancee here told me to skip the underwear.”

“Oh sweetie,” Rachel said. “Come right this way. I have a collection!”

Tina and Rachel led Rebekah away, down to the far southern end of the massive room, where three doors led into rooms I hadn’t seen, except for a modest office.

“So you guys go to the same lake as Joe and Rachel?” I asked Luke, making conversation. I knew that Joe and Rachel took their summer vacations at a lake several hours away, and Joe’s stories about his trips to the cabin had never been terribly detailed, but he had said that they had some friends among the other camp owners.

“Yes,” Luke said. For the first time I noticed the incredible bulge in his dress slacks. A thick column extended from the crotch of his pants and down the inside of his right leg. Holy fuck, I thought. “Our church has a big campground up there, and we met Joe and Rachel I don’t know… six years ago maybe?”

Uh oh. Who invites church people to an orgy?

* * *

2015

“Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” Melanie chanted as I pumped my cock in and out of her tight slick pussy. My hips slapped against her ass, wet in the spray of the shower. Melanie had her hands resting flat against the window that looked out into the common area of our apartment. There was no one there to watch us fuck, but the view would have been that of her gorgeous breasts swinging and bouncing beneath her frame as she leaned against the window and I pounded away behind her.

Amber slapped me once on the ass, and I pulled my cock out of Melanie’s pussy. My wife sucked me deep, slurping up the taste of Melanie’s juices, then turned me back and slotted my cock head between Mel’s pussy lips and I pushed back in to the hilt.

“FUCK!” Melanie screamed. “Give me that fucking cock!”

“Fuck her, baby,” Amber cooed. She slipped a hand up my thigh and cupped my swinging balls briefly before going to work rubbing Melanie’s clit. “Fuck her tight little pussy and fill it up with your cum!”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. “Oh fuck oh fuck I’m cumming!”

My balls tightened and roiled and Melanie’s pussy started to spasm and clench around my invading girth just as my first thick stream of cum exploded deep inside her.

“AAAAAAAGH!” Melanie screamed as she came.

“FUUUUUUCK!” I roared as I emptied my balls into her cunt.

“Sleep through that, Leanne,” Amber said with a giggle.

* * *

Out of the shower, I checked my smart-phone and found a text waiting from Matt. Breakfast in PC . PC was Party Central, the huge rec room Matt had built into his building over thirteen years ago. I’d participated in so many orgies down there over the years that I’d thoroughly lost count. Any occasion that could be spun into a party opportunity was further spun by Matt and Tina into an orgy opportunity. Not that I minded.

I walked naked from the master bedroom and into Leanne’s bedroom. She was going to have to get up pretty soon if she wanted to ride with us to the lake. As much as I wanted to climb up on top of her and set my cock in between her two gorgeous tits, I took the high rode and gently shook her shoulder. She grunted and rolled over.

“Breakfast downstairs,” I said. “We’re hitting the road after that, so you’d better get moving.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “See you down there. Save me some bacon.”

Amber and I dressed in our bedroom, comfortable clothes for a long drive, and walked with Melanie from our apartment down the hall to the elevator. Rachel and Joe waved to us through the window into their main living area as we passed.

Tina and Matt were already eating when we stepped out of the elevator into the massive party room. Someone from the restaurant had brought up a buffet breakfast for their boss and his wife and their friends. And we filled plates with scrambled eggs and bacon and toast.

“Got a call from The Chief this morning,” Tina said. “She said it’s supposed to be eighty-five degrees up there today.”

“Awesome,” I said. “I’ve been dreaming about the plunge into the lake since the day we left last summer.”

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Master! Master! Pt. 16

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I pushed open my bedroom door and a crowd of girls rushed me. “Master!” they all yelled in impatience.

“Sorry, girls, sorry, I had to get our last member.”

Neija, clinging to my arm, gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

We stepped into the bedroom, to find that the entire floor was covered in beds. Lean a few on the walls and we’d have a giant padded cell. “Ok, girls, are you all ready to play tonight?”

“Yeah!” the cheered.

“Momo wants to go first!” my cat demanded.

“No, me!” shouted Amanda.

“Get in line, pipsqueaks!” Betty yelled.

“Actually, I’ve decided that Neija will get the first turn.”

Her ears perked up. “Me? But I’m dirty and sweaty from being in the woods.”

“What a coincidence, I have a shower.”

I then scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bathroom with an army of animal-eared girls following me. I sat her down on the counter and turned on the shower, then stripping off my clothes. When I looked at her, she had a sweet smile on her face, her heart free of all doubts and stresses. Once the bathroom began to fill with steam, I stepped through the glass sliding door and invited her in. Under the hot spray, lips and tongues melded, her arms around my neck and mine around her slender waist.

Without ending our kiss, I retrieved a bar of soap from a rack behind Neija and began to scrub her back. The regal feline purred from the caresses, always loving some good petting. She raised one leg and wrapped it around me, my soapy hand sliding down her bronze thigh. She gasped as grabbed her ass, toned and full like a volleyball player’s. I massaged the soft muscle, while between her legs, her tail writhed like a snake. She stepped down and switched to the other leg. I broke our kiss, my lips unable to resist her breasts any longer. They were luscious and full, most similar to Sonja’s of all people. She panted as she felt me lick the water off her breasts, having never felt such a sensual touch. Behind us, the bathroom was filled with over a dozen hybrids, all them watching us with flushed cheeks and slick inner thighs.

“Come on, let’s put a show on for them,” I whispered in Neija’s ear. I then pulled away and got behind her, the two of us facing the girls. “Put your fingers on the ceiling. Let’s see how long you can keep them there.”

She didn’t understand, but did as told, keeping her hands on the ceiling of the shower with the spray directly over her. She leaned her head from side to side, the hot water pouring on her face and riling her up. I stood behind her, soaping up my hands. The girls outside held their breaths, waiting to see what I would do. Despite her newfound compliance, the way that Neija growled and gasped told me that she was trying to brace herself. She was eager to play, but her pride as a lioness wouldn’t simply let her act as the desperate nympho. She had to retain some kind of upper hand, maintain a dignity and reserve that no sensation could defeat. If anything, that excited me even more. It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t have to really work to make her orgasm.

I didn’t go for the sudden grab. Instead, my fingertips found her flat belly. She shivered from my touch, every animal instinct telling her to defend her vulnerable spot. I dragged my fingers up and down her stomach, making her writhe and shift back and forth to try and stop the tickling sensation. But while her hips were swinging like a chandelier, her hands didn’t leave the ceiling. My hands finally found her breasts and I began to massage them with the soap on my palms foaming up. Neija began to whimper, new to such a powerful sensation. She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red, trying to maintain her will and dignity.

The girls outside were almost pressed to the glass, their curiosity approaching ravenous levels. Several even started massaging their own breasts the way I was massaging Neija’s, but they weren’t feeling anything close to what they saw in the lioness. They realized that true pleasure would only come in having their Master touch them. I was pulling out all the stops, using every trick I had to turn her breasts against her, making them weapons to tear down her resolve. With the proper technique, I could even use her to make music. By tickling the underside of her breasts, I could trigger a low moan, and by focusing on her nipples, I could raise the pitch. I’ll admit, I became a little arrogant, trying to make her sing the main theme to the first level of Super Mario.

“Master, I can’t take it anymore! I’m… I’m… ROOOOOOWR!”

I grabbed both of her arms with one of mine, keeping her from dropping them as she climaxed. Unable to touch her slit, she began lowering her hips and rubbing her thighs together to try and address the pleasure rampaging through her womanhood.

“My, my, did you just cum from having your breasts played with?”

“You’re a jerk, Master,” she said with a pout.

“You should be thanking me. I just gave you what I bet is your first orgasm. Besides, I wouldn’t Uzun porno feel the need to tease you if you’d just let go of your pride. You said you wanted to play, but you’re still so uptight. Now, put your hands against the glass and lean forward with your legs spread. I’ll help you loosen up.”

She obeyed, assuming the position as if I was about to frisk her. She was facing the girls, all watching her with wide eyes. My fingers slipped between her legs, probing her flower. After her orgasm, she was sensitive beyond measure, so even the softest touching sent bolts of lightning up her spine. I soaped up her entrance, making sure it was as slippery as possible. My cock then replaced my fingers, but rather than entering her, I simply slid it back and forth across her labia. The anticipation magnified the sensations, causing her to let slip a moan before she could stop herself. I continued grinding my manhood against her, loving the look on the girls’ faces as they stared at the purple head appearing from between Neija’s smooth thighs and then receding like a wave.

“How long are you going to toy with me?” she panted. I hadn’t even penetrated her and yet I had already drained her stamina.

“I’ll put it in, just as soon as you say “Master, please fuck me”.”

“What?! I agreed to play with you, but I’d never sink so low as to saying that!”

“Well then, I guess I might as well just invite the next girl in. After all, you’ve already had your orgasm, so there’s no real point to continuing.”

Finally, she smiled and even began to laugh. “To think you could be so cruel. Ok, here it goes. Master, please fuck me!”

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Goddamn, I love you.”

I didn’t give her any warning. Instead, I simply drove into her in a single perfect shot. She moaned at the top of her lungs, as outside, all the girls held their breath. They had been told what it meant to play, but actually seeing it was something else altogether. I had fully penetrated her womanhood; her hot, wet interior smothering my cock, as if trying to both trap me inside and push me out. I grabbed her hips and rocketed up to stop speed, hammering her with all the strength I had and sending her voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.

“Yes, Master! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shrieked in ecstasy.

I fucked her like a machine, loving the sight of the vibrations moving through her magnificent sun-kissed body. Her ass jiggled magnificently, the ripples moving up her shapely form and reaching her breasts, making them slosh like the sea during an earthquake. Her strength was fading, she could not maintain her position. Her outstretched arms, holding her off the glass door, began to shake, and soon, her forehead was pressed to the glass. She was unable to do anything more with me dominating her pussy. But I wasn’t done yet.

I wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her back against me, and with my other arm, I lifted up one of her legs. This granted me access to go deeper and at a different angle, and even better, it gave the girls outside a better view of my cock sliding in and out of Neija’s sleeve.

“Master, kiss me,” she begged.

I pulled out of her and spun her around. I picked her up and held her against the wall while she pressed her lips against mine. Her long, smooth legs were wrapped around my waist and I returned my sword to her sheath. I resumed fucking her, this time able to bob her up and down on my cock while she stuck her tongue down my throat. Soon enough, I could feel myself reaching my limit. I was about to blow, but of course, I couldn’t deny Neija her big finish, and that meant cheating. I grasped the end of her tail and began rubbing the tip between my thumb and finger.

“Ah, Master, that’s not fair!”

She made the mistake of ending our kiss, because now I was able to lean past her and begin nibbling on one of her ears. She never stood a chance. She growled in climax over and over again, her body fully submitting to me as I soaked her secret garden with my seed. Her body became limp and her legs released me, but she could not stand on them. I scooped her up in the princess hold and turned off the shower. All the girls backed off to make room as I got out of the shower.

“Grab her some towels,” I said.

I carried her out into the bedroom and laid her out on one of the mattresses on the floor. I dried her off with the towels, causing her to purr like a Ferrari.

“Master, that was amazing,” Neija hummed with her eyes half-open.

“Yeah, it was. You did great.”

She grasped my hand and held it against her cheek, purring with eyes full of happiness. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, you big silly cat. Now go ahead and get some rest.”

I laid a blanket over her and stood up, my body trembling. After shooting my load, my stamina was greatly depleted, and I would have been happy to just go to sleep, but I couldn’t do that to the girls. Luckily, I had a secret weapon.

“Betty, Öğrenci porno Leah, you know what to do.”

They raced over, my member immersed in Leah’s mouth and my lips around one of Betty’s nipples. It took only a few moments for the girls to finish their work. Thanks to Betty’s nectar of the gods, I felt like I could run a marathon, and after some loving oral service from Leah, my penis stood firm with a fresh erection, as if I hadn’t even ejaculated. Best pit crew ever.

“You two are my rock,” I said before giving them each a loving kiss. I then turned to the rest of the girls. “Ok, who’s up next?”

—

With Betty and Leah acting as my support, I fucked like my life depended on it. I had until sunrise to satisfy every girl, so unfortunately, I couldn’t give them all the time I gave Neija, but I made up for it in intensity and by going straight for the sweet spots. As soon as one girl climaxed, I’d move on and deflower the next. I was always surrounded, a hundred eyes focused on me at all times. I had originally thought the girls might get bored waiting for their turns, but they were completely transfixed on the show in front of them. At several points, everything blurred together and I lost track of time, who I was with, and what I was doing.

—

“Master, we’re ready,” said Chloe and Lola.

Chloe was lying on top of Lola as if in the missionary position, the two of them naked with Chloe’s butt pointed at me. Goddamn, it’s not fair how cute they are. I got behind them, but instead of simply mounting them, I held up one of Lola’s small white feet and covered it in kisses. She laughed and squirmed as my lips moved across her toes. I did the same to her other foot, then to Chloe’s. I lowered my head and began slurping on Chloe’s pussy, making her pink tail curl. Lola stared at Chloe, their faces just inches apart, each with rosy cheeks. Chloe’s whimpering, her watery eyes, her wetting lips, it was obvious she was experiencing something incredible and she wanted to feel it herself.

I licked out Chloe for a couple more minutes, fully exploring her tight body with my tongue. I then went down on Lola, kissing her virgin labia, first gently, then with tongue. Lola began to whine from the alien probing, her skinny legs kicking the air as if she was being tickled. Lola and Chloe, they tasted so similar, so sweet. With my tongue, I could tell she was tight, just like Chloe had been her first time. I inserted my middle finger, causing her to arch her back and moan. I stirred her up while licking her clitoris to prime the pump and get her as wet as possible.

Once the job was done, I sat up and grabbed a pillow. “Hold on, girls, I want to try something.”

I lifted the two of them up and put the pillow under Lola’s hips so her womanhood was pointed up at an angle. With their bodies raised, I inserted my cock between their kissing pussies, causing both of them to begin to pant. Due to her diminutive size and fragile personality, I’d have to take it slow and gentle with Lola. I began my strokes, grinding between their wet lips, so plump and smooth, and wet with arousal.

As with Neija, just that simple touch was enough to drive her wild, Chloe as well, even though we had had sex countless times. Their eyes were swimming, their mouths open, their whimpers heard by everyone. I would have liked to stay like that a little longer, but I had a lot of girls to get to. I moved ahead, penetrating Chloe and filling her pussy with my muscle. After all the build-up I had done, it didn’t take much to make her react. She moaned as I began my strokes, and below her, Lola watched with both nervousness and envy. I built up the speed of my strokes, soon slamming my full weight against Chloe’s body with her pussy stuffed to the maximum. She was being pushed forward and pulled back with her nipples kissing Lola’s.

She came after a few minutes and collapsed on Lola, panting in her ear. Semen was dripping from her slit, and without even me needing to say anything, Leah crawled over and restored my erection.

“Are you ready for this, Lola?” I asked.

She gave an anxious nod. Leah released my cock and I pushed it into Lola. She cried out as I deflowered her, her virgin blood being shed. She spread her legs as far as she could, trying to lessen the intense feeling of penetration. Remembering her own first time, Chloe hugged and nuzzled Lola, trying to comfort her. I began a slow rhythm, kissing the entrance to her womb with my cock. I held them both against me and showed them equal affection. Sandwiched between her Master and her friend, Chloe had a smile on her doll-like face, and Lola, feeling her Master’s love for her, perked her ears as my penis infiltrated her flower and my tongue infiltrated her mouth.

After Lola achieved her orgasm, they both turned to me and I hugged them. They sat in my lap, the three of us sharing a triple kiss.

—

With a big smile on her face, Leah released my cock from her mouth, leaving it covered in a thick layer of saliva. I was sitting in a chair against the wall, and as Leah moved away, Momo and Jenny flanked me from the sides. They pressed their tits together with my cock between them, burying it in their combined softness. I groaned in happiness, having never experienced such joy like this. They had grins of satisfaction as they rubbed against each other and massaged my dick. They were both well-endowed, boasting womanly shelves that were great on their own, but when combined, achieved something that not even Betty’s divine knockers could achieve. Along with the physical joys of the double titty-fuck, there is the feeling of sexual conquest.

“Girls, I’m going to cum!” I said.

They doubled their efforts, grinding me as hard as they could, trying to smother my cock like they wanted it dead. I soon ejaculated, shooting a stream of semen straight up and splashing it across their breasts.

“That was so cool!” they both cheered.

—

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

The one screaming so vulgarly was Betty. She was riding me in the cowgirl position, my cock buried deep in her asshole. The slutty cow milf was bouncing like her life depended on it, as if butt-fucking was the source of her life energy. Every time she dropped her fat ass on me, my body would shake and she’d scream in drunken lust. Were it not for the mattress beneath me, I’d be at risk of her crushing my pelvis. She seemed dead-set on turning her anus into my personal toy. As she rode me, she was squeezing her breasts. Every time she came, milk would spray out, so with her bobbing up and down, twin jets were shooting from her nipples and soaking everyone, even splashing the walls.

It would have been an amazing sight, and I definitely wished I could see it, but I was otherwise busy and my view was obstructed. Linda, the baboon, was riding my face, looking at Betty. The size of her ass was beyond enormous, it was obscene. It completely smothered my head, my only air coming from the gaps made when she shifted her position. I was tongue-punching both her pussy and asshole, causing her whole body to tremble and making her moan like an opera singer. With every movement she made, her ass cheeks would jiggle as if she was trying to twerk, and I could feel those vibrations through her. I reached around her and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them, spanking them, mashing them together, and doing everything else I could to fully appreciate their presence.

Betty finally moved off me, though collapsed would be a better word. After all the orgasms she had experienced, she was barely conscious. Leah immediately lunged, sucking on my cock and gluttonously licking up the taste of Betty’s back door. Once I was back to my prime, Linda saw an opportunity. She dismounted my face, leaving me gasping for air, and moved down to my lap. She must have mated before, because while this definitely was her first time as a hybrid, she didn’t show any pain like she was losing her virginity. Like Betty, or should I say, even beyond Betty, her ass was simply too big for us to have regular perpendicular sex, so she had to lean forward and ride me that way. Watching her colossal ass bouncing and jiggling on my cock left me utterly speechless. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

—

Jenny hummed as I embraced her, panted as I kissed her, and moaned as I fucked her. I had her against the wall, she was standing up on one leg while her other leg was extended straight up like she was an acrobat. Her raised leg was across my chest, her fuzzy bunny toes wiggling above my head as I drummed her cervix. It would have been a crime not to take advantage of her flexibility. With her legs so far spread, the depth and freedom of movement I got were amazing, and she was so wet and loose from arousal that I felt like my cock was almost swimming through her.

With her leaning against the wall, my hands were free to roam her body, from squeezing her breasts to tickling her belly. But what was really driving her wild was my middle finger stirring up her anus, turning the gentle bunny into a ravenous harlot. The faster I fingered her, the more aggressive she became, sucking on my lower lip when we kissed and even separating so she could nibble on my ear.

“Master! Please! Cum inside me!” she begged.

“You never need to ask.”

I kept fucking her, ignoring her cries of climax until I had one of my own. I pulled out of her, leaving her pussy dripping with semen.

—

Talia couldn’t help but shed tears when I tore her hymen, but she didn’t stop lowering herself onto my cock. While I was sitting in an easy chair, she was suspended over my lap, her legs spread over the arms of the chair with her feet hanging down the sides. Only my P and her V were in contact. Using just the muscles in her thighs, she started bobbing on my cock, slow, gentle dips to allow herself to get used to it. While she became accustomed to the feeling of being penetrated, I ran my hands through her beautiful feathers and kissed her breasts. Due to her size when she was just a bird, her hybrid form was likewise small and she had flat breasts, but to me, she was stunning and sexy beyond words.

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Love Me… Love My Dogs Pt. 06

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John and Christie are back for more. Thanks to all who patiently waited for this update. I hope you have fun.

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The file on our computer, titled ‘OA’, was growing daily. “Operation Asshole” had taken on a life of its own.

What’s more, the asshole in question didn’t appear to know he was heading down the road to destruction. We wouldn’t actually let it go that far, of course. We really weren’t interested in having his head on a platter. Rather, we wanted him to think twice before trying this trick again.

And… We wanted Christie to get the grades she deserved, through academic rather than sexual conduct.

Not too much to ask, in my estimation, but I was admittedly biased. Especially since the subject was currently snoring happily beside me in bed, still zonked out from last night’s energetic activities.

It was Saturday morning, and I was laying awake, listening to her cute serenade of pops and whistles, while I fretted. I can’t help it. Maybe I’m just hardwired to worry about the woman I love. This was a potentially dangerous game we were playing, but I wasn’t really playing it, any more than a coach does from beside the field. Christie was the one in harm’s way.

She stirred slightly in my arms, smacking her lips in an amusing manner, before snuggling in tighter. Peabody, who was curled up on her side of the bed, lifted his head, and looked at us. It was getting close to that time, and he hopped up to bring the clock to her attention.

I had been replaced, my position usurped by my strawberry blonde bedmate. It’s amazing how quickly the dogs had taken advantage of adding Christie to the household. They knew what I would and would not do, and what they could get away with, when I was the only human in the house. As soon as Christie arrived, they had new boundaries to test, and they found her to be a soft touch. Just like children who go to Mom after Dad has said no, hoping for a different answer, both Peabody and Baron knew to ask her first. They were rarely denied.

Peabody sat beside her on the bed, and pawed her shoulder. I watched, curious to see how far he’d go. Christie didn’t respond, so he repeated the action. Still nothing.

How about a cold nose on the side of the neck? Eureka!

“John, dont do that,” she mumbled.

“Um, honey? I’m over here, and my nose isn’t cold,” I giggled. “I think you have the wrong suspect.”

Since she had spoken, he knew she was awake. Peabody added his bit, licking her ear.

“Ooooo, John, now that I like! Do it again!” she gasped. More words got more licks, and her giggles brought Baron up to join in the fun. Soon, Christie was getting a morning tongue bath, and it wasn’t the kind I usually gave her.

“Okay, okay, okay, that’s enough. I get the message boys,” she sputtered. “I’ll get you your breakfast.” The dogs jumped off, and she turned in my arms.

“Told you it wasn’t me,” I smiled.

“I know. I’d know your tongue anywhere,” she giggled, closing for a kiss. “Speaking of which, I’d really like some when I get back. Please?”

Like I was going to say ‘no’? I nodded, and watched her beautiful, naked body breeze out the door, headed for the kitchen. I heard the door open, and knew she was out in the yard with the dogs. Naked. It was a picture that had stuck in my head since the first time I saw it; early morning sunshine caressing the curves of her nude form, while the chill air puckered her nipples to full height. She was probably stretching like a very sexy cat right now.

I’d better pee before she gets back, I thought, and rolled out of bed myself, padding quickly into the bathroom. By the time I made it back, she was already there, splayed wide on the bed, and huge smile on her face.

“Beautiful day outside,” she whispered.

“Beautiful in here, too,” I replied. My dick was beginning to rise, but she had asked for my tongue, so I crawled between her legs, bringing my face close to her pussy. I inhaled her scent. “Mmmmm yes, such a fragrant flower.”

I settled in, and considered my options. There were several ways I could start, and several paths I could follow. Where to concentrate my attention? Lately she had become very fond of having her ass licked, so it was quite likely that I would use that. It was a good finisher.

Apparently, I was considering my options a little too long.

“John, please… don’t make me wait. I’m so hot!” Christie whimpered.

“Sorry, darling,” I said softly. “Just admiring your pretty pussy. It’s so beautiful.” I kissed the hood of her clit.

“Oooooooooo, yes, baby… that’s it,” she breathed.

My kiss was repeated, over and over, here, there and everywhere on her pussy, while she moaned softly, anticipating my next move.

Since it was Saturday, and we had no schedule to follow today. I could take all the time I wanted to, and give her as many orgasms as she could handle. We would probably barely make it out of the bedroom all day long, but that was Gaziantep Merveşehir Escort no reason to dally unnecessarily. I licked her, from butt hole to clit.

“Mnaaaaaahhhn! Yes!” she gasped. Her hands found the back of my head, pulling my face closer, so she could rub her pussy across it. I used the bridge of my nose on her clit, while my tongue teased her lips. I added a finger on her asshole, for good measure. “OH FUCK!”

I ate her for several minutes like this, varying my pace and giving my tongue a break when necessary. I listened to her excitement build, layer upon layer, getting closer and closer to her zenith. She was nearly there, dripping wet, and begging for her release.

Torture can be painful, or it can be bliss. It all depends on your point of view. I kept her there, on the precipice, for nearly five minutes more, while she desperately tried to finish the job. She even tried to get her own fingers involved, but I now had her wrists under control, so she was at my mercy.

“Oh god, John, honey… Please, let me cum… I’m so close… Please. Please.”

I released her left wrist, allowing me to use my right hand. I dipped a finger in her pussy for lubrication, and input the launch code… otherwise known as inserting it into her ass. Ka-boom.

As much fun as it was to set her off this way, I really hoped that she would lose her sensitivity a little. I hoped to someday put my cock in her ass, and if she was going to cum instantaneously, it would be a short fuck. Oh well. For now, it was a nice way to trigger her orgasm.

Christie shrieked. No, she SHRIEKED, and her legs clamped around my head, while her pussy gushed, and her body twisted, wracked by pleasure. I held onto her hips, and went with her, saving my neck. It was a big orgasm, but thankfully not a long one. She drooped back on the bed, gasping for breath, and releasing me. I rested, and waited for her to recover.

“Sorry Dad,” she giggled, after a couple of minutes. “Do you think he heard?”

“Quite possibly. He’s not deaf,” I smiled.

“No he’s not,” she acknowledged. “Oh well. Too late now. My turn.”

She gave me a look of mischief, and moved down the bed, stopping when she was even with my crotch, where my cock was fully erect and awaiting her attention. I was laying on my side, so she was able to suck me in a leisurely manner. That she did, until it became obvious that I was enjoying it.

“So, John… You like teasing me?” she asked pulling my cock out of her mouth and giving it a squeeze at the base.

“I prefer to think of it as prolonging your pleasure, my darling,” I replied, hoping she wasn’t going to return the favour. I had already been hard throughout my time between her legs. Much more and I’d lose my mind. “Just thinking of you, honey.”

“Oh, of course, of course. I would never presume otherwise,” she smiled , now stroking me gently again. Soon it was back in her mouth, and I was back on the road to nirvana.

Still, I knew better than to accept that she wasn’t going to exact her revenge. I knew her; she would get even, it was just a matter of how.

I didn’t know she had already shown me what she was planning.

As her mouth worked its magic, I could feel my temperature rising. My hips began to thrust, which she correctly read as a signal. Her fingers again squeezed the base of my dick, blocking any possibility of my cumming, and pulled back once more.

“Mmmmm, I do love sucking your cock,” she whispered, still stroking it with one hand, while choking it with the other. “I could do it all day.”

Oh please, let’s hope it doesn’t come to… um, cum… to that. I may have miscalculated by stretching out her orgasm. She always had the last word.

The urge passed, and she resumed her blowjob. The tingle returned quickly, but she was ready, reverting to the ‘stroke and choke’ technique, until I relaxed. My orgasm was literally in her hands.

Again she cycled me through her delicious torture, then again, and again, until I was a whimpering, blubbering fool, begging for her to finish me off.

“Oh god, honey,” I conceded, “I promise I’ll never do it again. I’m sorry. Please let me cum!”

“You think I want you to stop?” she asked incredulously. “Oh no, I don’t want you to stop! I loved it! It was one of the best orgasms I ever had! No, I want you to keep on giving me that much pleasure. Promise you’ll never stop!”

“Okay, I promise,” I gasped, feeling her hand stroke me firmly. “I’ll keep doing it! Now, please?!”

She pushed me onto my back, and went for it, sucking the head of my cock while her hand worked the shaft. I felt it cumming, and this time, she let it happen.

I’m sure if I had been trying to pass a bowling ball, I would have been quieter.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I screamed.

“Holy shit!” Christie giggled, as I came. I hadn’t shot anything that far in years, as the first squirt went about four feet into the air, high enough that it hadn’t landed before the second one joined it. Since Christie was still pumping me, it went… everywhere! By the time I was clicking on empty cylinders, gobs of cum hung like Christmas Tree icicles in her hair, and on her face. More dripped down her chest, and plenty adorned her hands and forearms. Several blots were on me as well. All of the pent up energy her teasing had caused had, literally, cum out through my dick.

“Um, honey?” she smiled, releasing my dick and looking at me like the mess was somehow my fault. Alright, it was my cum, but she certainly played a part.

“Sorry… baby… couldn’t… help… it,” I panted.

“No apologies necessary,” she giggled. “Just surprised me. That was some load! I’d better hit the shower, before it sets.”

“Mmmmm hmmm, okay honey,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. “I’ll be in soon…”

No I wouldn’t. I was asleep before she got wet.

***

When my eyes finally opened again, it was the early afternoon, and I was alone. Sun was streaming in through the windows, making my eyes hurt. I stumbled into the bathroom, where it was darker, and cleared my plumbing, as well as my head. A little cold water on my face completed the process.

I dressed in shorts and a golf shirt, then went looking for Christie. I found her right where you’d expect to find a beautiful young woman on a sunny day like this; out by the pool, working on her tan, and reading a textbook. She was erasing the few tan lines she had, laying on her stomach.

Naked, of course, with the sun glistening off her curvy rump. She had always taken advantage of my yard’s privacy to sunbathe nude, even when her visits were under the radar. Now that she lived here, that hadn’t changed, despite the fact that her parents might pop over at any moment.

“Hi baby,” I said quietly, bending to kiss her. She tasted wonderful, as usual.

“Good afternoon,” she giggled.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I smiled. “That’s what weekends are for, isn’t it?”

“I came out of the shower, talking to you while I dried off. No answer. There you were, snoring away,” she laughed. “You know, I had to wash my hair three times to get all the cum out of it!”

“Hey honey,” I shrugged, “you loaded the gun. It wasn’t my fault it went off while you were playing with it.”

“Uh huh. Of course not,” she smiled. “Are you hungry?”

“Famished,” I replied, as she rolled over and stood up. I would never get tired of seeing her naked body.

Christie’s phone buzzed.

“Hello Mom,” she answered, listening briefly. “Sure. Come on over. I was just about to make some lunch.” She hit ‘end’, and reached for her wrap. “Mom’s on her way. I’m going to get dressed. Let her in, will you?”

“Front or back?” I asked, watching her ass wiggle into the house.

“Back,” she called over her shoulder.

I headed toward the gate, and heard the knock just as I arrived. I unlatched it, and opened up.

“Hi Angela,” I smiled.

“Hi yourself, stud,” she giggled, walking in. I closed the gate, and turned back, only to be met by Angela’s lips on mine. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

“Hey, hey, Mom! You got your own guy!” Christie laughed, arriving on the scene to rescue me. I was glad she was a quick dresser. “Don’t be coming over here and kissing on mine!”

“Sorry, honey,” Angela replied, pulling away, and leaving me slumped against the fence. “Just thanking him, that’s all.”

“Thanking him?” Christie asked.

“Um, yeah,” I laughed, wiping my lips. Angela’s lipstick was on my hand when I glanced at it. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“You made her scream,” she smiled, pointing at her daughter, “then Ed made me scream. It was like we were ten years younger! Thank you!”

“Wait, I thought Dad wanted me to be quiet?” Christie asked, confused. I was with her.

“Yes dear, he does… or at least he did,” Angela explained. “When we heard you this morning, he was a little miffed at first. He grumbled something about ‘keeping the noise down’, and ‘waking up the neighbourhood’. Then a few minutes later, when we heard you again, he just looked at me, and grabbed my boobs. ‘Why should those two have all the fun?’ he laughed, and BAM, he was all over me! He fucked my brains out!”

“Way to go, Dad!” Christie giggled.

“Glad to be of service,” I smiled. “I’ll do my best to continue my good work.”

“Damn right you will!” Christie winked. “I won’t be responsible for letting Mom down.”

No pressure there.

The three of us walked inside, with me trailing the ladies. Yeah, I was watching their asses. We headed for the kitchen, where I stayed out of their way while they made lunch for three.

“What about Ed? Shouldn’t we call him?” I asked. I didn’t want him to miss out.

“Ed’s asleep,” Angela grinned. “I wore him out.”

Christie snorted, and broke into laughter, leaning back against the counter. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, the laughter had her big breasts jiggling for my appreciative gaze.

“What’s so funny?” Angela asked, while Christie kept laughing.

“I believe your daughter is laughing because I was also asleep, until about ten minutes ago, for the same reason,” I smiled. Christie pointed, and laughed louder. “Like mother, like daughter.”

Their laughter filled the house. It was a wonderful sound of acceptance.

***

Monday morning, April honked her horn from our driveway, and Christie gave me a kiss as she headed out.

“Everything charged and ready?” I asked.

“Yup,” she nodded, shouldering her bag. “All set. Maybe today will be the day. I love you. I’ll message you as I go.”

I found it frustrating that we were waiting for her Professor to finally make an overt sexual move on her, before we could take steps to deal with his inconsistent grading.

In the meantime, many of Christie’s friends had volunteered their past exams and quizzes, allowing us to piece together a composite of the answers Eldon Bridges considered correct. This would be vital to our plan, when we were at last ready to nail the bastard.

I kept on rehearsing my part, running it over and over again in my mind, trying to anticipate everything Bridges might do in response to our threat. As Christie had suggested, I had been combing through my movie collection, looking for the characterization I felt would fit. Why build from scratch, when I had the work of professionals to draw from?

***

I was at my desk Monday afternoon, anticipating Christie’s text. I had her class schedule on my phone, but had it committed to memory as well, and knew she was headed into the class in question soon. She would text me to turn on my app, and monitor what went on during today’s dealings with her Professor.

Pretty much right on cue, my phone buzzed with her message.

Into the lion’s den, she sent. Turn on video. I have a surprise for you.

Surprise? Pour moi? I thumbed the screen, tapping the appropriate icon. The display went black, then resolved to show a vertical line of… what? It was only after she moved the camera pen that I realized the line was her cleavage, showing enticingly in the neck of her blouse. She had dressed for effect today, with a crisp white blouse, fitted to her body like a glove. Unbuttoned to just below her breasts, only the red tank top under it kept her tits from being on full display. She was even wearing one of her most cleavage enhancing bras, to maximize the look.

Her face appeared on screen, smiling brightly.

“Testing, testing,” she giggled, adjusting her bait in her bra. “One, two. That’s all of them. Here goes nothing. Wish me luck.”

Good luck I responded quickly.

I watched closely, seeing the hallway go by, and door open. I saw her climb the stairs of the lecture hall, and take her seat among her friends, April included. Since she knew about our plans… the only one who did… she gave me a subtle wave, and a smile. My view was adjusted to show the lectern, and Professor Bridges, sleazebag emeritus, walked in.

There wasn’t much for me to watch during the lecture. Evolutionary Psychology was pretty dry stuff, even for someone who was interested in psychology. That wasn’t me. My only interest in the subject was the fact that my fiancé was interested in it.

Class ended, and the students began to file out, when I heard Eldon Bridges voice.

“Christie? May I have a moment?” he asked. His face grew bigger in the centre of the image, as she stopped in front of him. The video pen was in her breast pocket, just a few inches left of his point of attention, so it was like he was talking directly to me.

“Have you thought about my offer? I’d still be willing to help you with your grades, if you’d like.”

He had made this offer several times, but it wasn’t enough. As inappropriate as it was, it was still ambiguous.

“I don’t mean to pressure you,” he added, “but if we’re going to do this, it will need to be very soon. Exams are coming up, and I won’t have time for you in a couple of weeks. You also can’t afford too many more low grades, or it won’t make any difference.” He puts his hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you meet me at my apartment… say tomorrow night. I’ll make you dinner, and we can get to work.”

That was pretty blatant. Christie hesitated, and he dropped the other shoe.

“Christie, I’m sure we can get through your questions together. You’re a lovely young woman and a good student, so it would be a shame to let indecision cloud your academic record.” His hand was still on her shoulder, and he rubbed it across her upper arm. “Come on Christie. Let me help you. I won’t offer again.”

“Why can’t we meet at the library?” she asked, playing her role.

“Because I don’t have time for the library!” he replied sharply. “Look… You need my help, so it’s my way or forget it. Go ahead and get an ‘F’. I’m trying to help.”

“Um, okay, Professor Bridges,” she relented. “Tomorrow night.”

“That’s great!” he smiled, staring right at her tits. “And please, call me Eldon.”

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Daddy’s Sunshine Pt. 02

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It’s my 18th birthday today and I was lucky enough to get exactly what I wanted: my Detective Daddy’s fat cock popping my cherry and making my virgin pussy feel too good. Even now, my skin tingles with goosebumps as I think about how hard he fucked into me, how deeply he came inside my needy pussy, and how fantastic it felt to be made a real woman.

“Sunshine, stop it.”

I glance over at my Daddy on the driver’s side of his 2018 Dodge Charger. “What? Stop what?”

He smirks, the engine purring when he stops at a red light. “Thinking about sex.”

I blush to the roots of my hair and glance at him shyly. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He chuckles, his hand settling on my thigh and giving it a squeeze. “It’s written all over your face, my beautiful baby girl.” he whispers sexily, his hand smoothing up my thigh toward my core; my pussy and stomach muscles clench in response making him smile. “Your face is flushed, your breathing is rushed, your tender little nipples are pointing through your top, and you keep rubbing your thighs together as if you’re desperate for relief plus you keep licking those thick ass, cock-sucking lips making me hard as a fucking rock in my jeans.”

I gasp at his words, my pussy drenches, and my eyes drop to his crotch; I moan when I see he’s hard for me. “Daddy…” I whisper, my eyes returning to his before he breaks the look to watch the road when the light turns green. I melt into my seat and place my hand over my jeans where my throbbing pussy creams with need. “Does this need ever go away, Daddy?” I whisper and lick my lips, again. “Will I want your cock in me all day, every day?”

He chuckles as he makes a left onto the nearby highway. “It’s new now. You’ll get over it.”

I scoff. “No way.” I swear with a shake of my head. “I’ll want to fuck your cock forever.”

He chuckles, again, then reaches across the armrest to take my hand; he links our hands together and drives that way all the way to the exit closest to the hospital. Once he leaves the highway, he sighs and kisses the knuckles on the hand he’s holding, then he lets it go. “Sunshine…” he begins as he turns down the street where the hospital is located.

I deflate a bit, my shoulders sag. “I know.” I say as he approaches the official entrance and lowers his window. “It’s back to Shayenne now.” I whisper as he reaches into the armrest for his official detective placard to leave in the window once he parks. “Your perfect little girl, polite and shy. No intimacy.” I grumble and cross my arms over my chest. “This sucks.”

“No, you do.” he teases, then bursts out laughing when I gasp. “I’m Detective Soleil from the 6-2 Precinct. I’m going to park in the official bay.” he says to the parking booth clerk, then he shows them his badge, ID, and parking placard. “Thank you.” he says as he receives a parking ticket that he has to leave in the windshield, then he drives toward the official vehicles only area.

“Daddy, that’s not fair.” I pout, then smile when he laughs, again.

“Sunshine…” he warns as he puts the car in park, then rolls up his window and turns the car off. He turns in his seat to face me and examines my face for a few seconds before leaning forward to cup my face tenderly. “What we just shared was better than anything I’ve ever had. Don’t speak.” he warns when I would have cut him off. “I enjoyed every minute of it and desperately want to turn this car around so that we can spend the rest of forever with my cock spreading that tight little pussy apart or filling it with my cum…” he admits with a smirk. “But we have to admit the truth here, Sunshine…it’s illegal. I could get in to a lot of trouble if anyone were to find out and I’m a cop to boot…my life would be ruined.”

“Our lives…” I whisper, my eyes wide.

He nods. “Right. Our lives would be ruined. We have to be careful with this.”

I nod. “I’ll be good.”

“You are definitely that.” he growls, then he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips before releasing me like nothing happened. He climbs from the car, then walks around the back of it to get my door like the gentleman he is. “Enough of that now…” he warns as his eyes survey the empty parking lot; it was stupid of him to risk that kiss, but it’s done. “Behave.”

“Yes, Detective.” I say with a salute, then I move toward the entrance. I shiver with foreboding as I walk into the chilly lobby; I wait for Daddy to appear beside me, then follow him when he walks toward the night receptionist’s desk. I glance at my watch and am surprised to find that it’s almost two in the morning, but smile to myself when I remember how I spent the majority of those hours beneath my Daddy. I sigh contently.

“Knock it off.” Daddy growls in my ear, but he smiles as if he’s thinking the same thoughts. “This way.” he instructs me with a smirk as he walks down a long, empty corridor; he reaches canlı bahis into his hoodie and withdraws his Detective badge so that it now hangs outside of his sweater. “Behave now, please.” he whispers with a quick Fatherly kiss to my temple. “Boss.”

I glance up at the burly man standing to shake my father’s hand; my head tilts as I take him in, this old man with almost-white gray hair, then I glance into the room he’s guarding and see her. “Mom.” I whisper, my eyes wide; I step forward toward the room, then pause to glance up at my father for permission to go inside. I see his nod, then walk into the room; I’m floored by how different this woman on the bed looks and shake my head in disbelief. “Geez, Mom…”

The entire left side of her face is bruised and swollen, her bottom lip is split by a red gash. Her left shoulder and arm are in a cast that is wrapped around most of her chest. I take a careful step closer and am immediately assaulted by the smell of alcohol as well as gasoline. I glance down and see that her left leg is also in a cast and now I shake my head at how much damage she has done to herself; I vow never to touch booze in all of my life and to get my bestie off of it, too.

“Took you long enough.”

I gasp in fright, then turn to see my Mother’s one good eye glaring at me. “What?”

“I said took you long enough.” she mumbles, her jaw barely moving. “Where’s Charleston?”

“He’s…he’s right outside speaking with his boss…” I say softly. “I’ll get him.”

“This is your fault, you know.” she growls when I would have walked away; she waits until I turn back to her with wide eyes. “Yeah. You heard me. All your fault!” she hisses softly, the beeping on the monitor quickening to indicate an increase in her heartbeat. “I was against that damned party. Who needs an 18th birthday party? A simple dinner would have been enough, but no. Not for you. Not for his precious Sunshine. Must pull out all of the stops for her.”

“Mom, please…” I say, my eyes drifting to the monitor as it beeps even faster. “I’ll get Daddy.”

“Daddy.” she scoffs and glares harder with her one eye. “18 years old and still calling him Daddy. It’s disgusting!” she hisses, then she winces as if she had moved something that hurt her. “Don’t you touch me!” she growls, her voice shaky with pain. “Don’t you fucking touch me, you spoiled little brat. It’s your fault I’m in this damned bed. I wouldn’t have had to drink if it weren’t for how upset I was about that damned party. Spoiled little shit!”

The monitor is going haywire at that point.

“Mom, please-” I try, but she cuts me off.

“I hate you!” she cries, tears falling from both eyes despite one being swollen shut.

“LUNA!”

I turn to my Father, my eyes brimming with tears, then I try to run from the room.

Daddy stops me. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” he hisses at his wife as nurses come bustling into the room to check her machines and medication. He waits for the nurse to leave, then glares at his wife. “You drink because you’re a drunk. You’ve always been a drunk, but never this seriously. It has nothing to do with Shayenne!” he growls as he steps closer to the bed.

“Don’t you mean Sunshine?” she spits venomously.

“You’ve needed rehab for years, but I’ve been turning a blind eye to it.” he states matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowed on her face. “You’re laying there banged up from head to toe after nearly killing a baby as well as a family of four in that oncoming car and you’re blaming your daughter for it?” he scoffs with a disbelieving shake of his head. “Shayenne didn’t put the beer in your hand or the fucking whiskey shooters in your beers!”

“If you didn’t spoil her, I wouldn’t be so damned unhappy that I need to drink!” she growls back.

He shakes his head, his face full of disgust. “Did it ever occur to you that I spoil her the way that I do because I have to make up for the way her mother mistreats her?” he explains, all of the anger gone from his voice. He examines his wife from head to toe just like I did. “Look at you, Luna. So jealous of your own daughter that you drank yourself stupid and now look at you. Broken arm, dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, broken thigh bone, and broken shin bone…” he lists off her ailments with another shake of his head. “And to top it off, there’s not a damned thing I can do about how much trouble you’re in now.”

She pales, her heartbeat taking off, again. “What do you mean?”

“You drove drunk, Luna!” he hisses, then glances over his shoulder at the officers gathered there; the paid detail making sure his wife, their prisoner, can’t escape. He turns back to lock gazes with his wife’s one wide eye. “You tested at double the legal limit and caused a near fatal car accident; you broke a kid’s arm, Luna. Busted another kid’s eye and totaled the car that hit you because you were driving on the wrong side of the road. I can’t get you out of this one!”

“I want to go home, Charleston.” she betwoon whispers worriedly, her heart rate going nuts.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing I can do about that, Luna.” he states firmly and shakes his head, but then he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “You fucked up royally this time. I could work forty years on the force and still not have enough clout to get you out of this. Face it now. You’re here for a few days and then they will take you to central booking.”

“No!” she shouts, her voice gritty. “I want to go home, Charleston! Take me home!”

“I can’t!” he shouts back. “You’re in too much trouble this time!”

I’ve had enough. “Daddy.” I warn and drape my arm across his midriff to pull him away.

“Don’t leave me here, Charleston!” she pleads hysterically. “Shayenne, don’t leave me here!”

A nurse hurries in carrying a needle full of some clear liquid.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I call to her, then pull my father out of the room toward the other officers. “Daddy, calm down.” I command him, though I’m shaken by the entire exchange; I never liked my mother as soon as I was old enough to understand that she was an alcoholic, but that didn’t mean that I wanted her in that bed hurting or that I wanted her locked up for more than a night.

I gasp when my daddy pulls me to him and hugs me tightly, but then I hug him back.

“Detective?”

Daddy releases me instantly and I’m immediately cold, again; like when he had pulled away from me in the bed after we had fucked. I glance up at him, watch his face as we hear words like “two injured minors” and “kid on oxygen.” I watch my Daddy switch from emotionally distraught Husband and Father to full-blown Detective mode, detached and unfeeling.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have because suddenly Daddy is shaking my shoulder. I blink a few times before my eyes clear enough to recognize his face; I look around and can see through a bunch of small windows up near the ceiling that it’s morning. I look back at Daddy and accept the cup of coffee from him; I want to ask him if he’s okay, but he’s already back with his co-workers. I glance toward Mom’s bed and find her still sedated; I sip my coffee.

“Ready to head home, Sunshine?” Daddy asks a few minutes later.

I glance up at him, my back stiff from sleeping on a pleather loveseat. “What about-”

“I’ve been ordered to stay away until transport date.” he explains through clenched teeth. “Apparently I aggravate your Mother to the point where she popped a stitch, or some shit, so Sarg asked me to stay away for a few days to give her time to heal.” he continues, then he rubs his tired eyes before glancing down at me. “Finish up your coffee. I need sleep.”

I nod, chug the last of the warm brew, then toss the cup in the trash and follow Daddy toward the exit. I wave goodbye to his co-workers, some of which I recognize from some of Daddy’s work events and patrols, then I rush to match my father’s almost angry stride; I know better than to say anything to him, but immediately miss our closeness.

Not as the woman who gave him her virginity, but as the little girl who loves her Daddy.

In the car, he’s still silent and so am I. The entire ride home through bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic, not a word is spoken; not even the radio is turned on. It’s complete silence the whole half hour ride home, then he’s pulling into the garage and turning off the car.

I feel like ants are crawling along my skin, I’m so on edge; I don’t even wait for him to get my door, but I exit the car when he does and we head inside the house together. I lock the door as he heads straight for the stairs; I follow behind him, but he’s already in his bedroom. I pout, but head toward mine only to freeze when I see my bestie still knocked out and snoring on my bed.

I roll my eyes, head to my dresser for a clean pair of pajamas, then close the door and head to the bathroom; my back is so sore from that rock-hard couch I slept on, maybe from the first bout of sex I’ve ever had, that I’m going to take another hot shower. In the bathroom, I run the water and strip; I wince when there’s tenderness between my legs and again when my ab muscles feel sore. I smile proudly at why I feel these pains, then sigh when I feel a pang of loss.

Daddy didn’t even look at me once the whole way home.

I climb into the tub, the hot water instantly making me moan in pleasure. I lean my forehead against the cold tile, the heat pouring down my back along my aching muscles. I stretch my neck to release the tense muscles there and gasp when I feel hands on me; I turn to glance over my shoulder and see my daddy standing there massaging my shoulders. I hadn’t even seen or heard the curtain move; but I smile at him, close my eyes, and rest my forehead against the tiles, again.

“So tense, Sunshine…” he whispers, his hands really digging in to my shoulder muscles in an attempt to get them to relax. He leans betwild forward, his chest pressing to my back and his lips at my ear. “I know how to fix that.” he whispers hotly, then licks my earlobe before sucking it into his hot mouth and bites down on it softly.

I gasp, then shiver and moan before resting my body against his. “You do?”

His hands drift down my biceps, then beneath them to my ribs before he reaches forward to cup my breasts. He lifts my tits in his palms, then pinches my nipples. “Yeah, baby girl. I sure do.” he growls, then he steps forward to press his already stiffened cock against the crack of my ass. “I have the perfect fix, Sunshine, now spread for Daddy.”

I whimper, then spread my legs for him.

Daddy reaches between us and then I feel the tip of his cock rubbing at my aching pussy.

“Oh, Daddy…” I whisper when I feel his cock easing into my still swollen cunt hole. I take my lower lip between my teeth to keep from wincing at the spreading of still-tender inner muscles as he slides deeper and deeper into my newly-fucked core; my pussy canal pulses and creams despite the pain as I bend a bit at the waist to allow him easier access to penetrating me.

“So tight, Sunshine…you’re so fucking tight…” he moans, his lips pressing to my neck.

I shove my pussy down onto his length and moan, again.

The bathroom door suddenly bangs open and we both freeze. The sound of the toilet seat being put back down echoes around us a moment before the sound of someone using the toilet echoes around us. There’s a loud moan and a cough before the sink is turned on.

I wince as Daddy pulls his cock from my pussy and then he moves to the far side of the tub; the dark shower curtain hides him as I move to the edge to peek. “Hey, McKenzie.” I squeak, then clear my throat as I watch her chug a glass of water. “Kenzie?” I call, again, a bit louder.

McKenzie winces and waves her left hand in the air as if slap my words away. “Hush.” she whispers as she continues to use the bathroom while refilling her glass of water from the running sink. She moans, rubs her temple, then chugs the full glass of water down in three gulps. “Can you turn the shower off until I’m done peeing, please?” she moans as she, again, rubs her temples. “It’s so loud…” she moans as she reaches to refill her glass, again.

I bite my lower lip and reach for the knob to turn it off, then glance back at my bestie. “Kenz-”

“No, no, no…” she moans and puts the glass down, then reaches for the toilet paper. “Too much noise…” she whispers, her eyes still closed. She finishes using the bathroom, flushes, moans, then washes her hands. “Pills…” she hisses, then opens only one eye to access my medicine cabinet; she reaches for the pain killers and refills her glass, takes the pills, then puts them back. “Night…” she whispers, then wipes the back of her hand across her water-wet lips.

I watch her leave before hearing my bedroom door close; I almost scream when I feel my Daddy’s arms wrap around me from behind and feel his mouth at my ear. My heart takes flight in my chest, my eyes wide with the same surprise of almost getting caught.

“That was fucking hot.” Daddy growls, his tongue licking up the column of my neck.

I giggle softly, then turn to him. “What was?” I whisper carefully.

“Almost getting caught, Sunshine…my dick is so hard.” he growls and rubs it against my hip.

I smirk at him and reach down to grasp his thickness. “Daddy, you’re so naughty.”

“Let’s go to bed, Baby…I need you.” he moans as he rubs his cock through my hand, again.

My eyes widen. “But, Daddy…what about McKenzie?” I gasp softly, quietly.

Daddy just smiles in a way that makes my pussy muscles clench. “You’ll just have to be quiet.” he commands as he reaches down to caress my ass before he pulls the shower curtain open. He steps from the shower and reaches for a towel, then he hurriedly dries off before passing it to me. He watches through eyes dilated with desire as I dry off, then he extends his hand to me; he helps me from the tub, then we sneak into the hallway and listen for a few seconds. Once he’s sure that we’re clear, he pulls me along the hallway toward his bedroom; he yanks me inside, closes the door, and locks eyes with me as he clicks the lock into place.

My heart takes off in my chest and I lick my lips, my pussy creaming with need. “Daddy…”

He moans, then leans forward to claim my lips; he presses his rock hard erection against my stomach as his tongue dances with mine. “I need to be inside you, Sunshine.” he growls against my lips, his hands gripping roughly at my naked hips; his hands sweep backward to squeeze my ass, then he’s lifting me against him. “Take me inside you, baby girl.”

I reach between us and take hold of his rock hard dick, the tip moist with need. I rub my thumb across his leaking cockhead, then stroke down his length as he positions his body closer to mine. “I want you, too, Daddy…” I whimper, then aim him at my dripping opening; I don’t care that I’m swollen and tender, either. I want this. I want my Daddy to fuck me, again. I gasp when he thrusts in, his entire length sinking straight into my core. “Daddy.” I whimper.

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Johnny Blackjack turned the corner onto the street his house was on, his motorcycle rumbling as he passed by the familiar houses that belonged to friends of his such as Steven and Melody, Muse and his girlfriend Annaliese now that he had moved back, Chris and Sarah, and quite a few others as a shadow passed over him from above. He looked up to see Tristan carrying Katherine in his arms towards their house that was across the street from his own as he pulled into his driveway, killing the engine to the bike before getting off it, glad to be back from Tuscon at last. This time was different for him, however, seeing as it would be the first time that he would ever be returning home to someone instead of to an empty house, it almost felt alien to him but he found himself excited at the thought as well as he pulled his keys out to let himself in, the scent of coffee filling his nostrils the moment he close the door behind him. He was about to call out to see where she was within the house as a note on the kitchen counter caught his attention, picking it up to read the writing that had been so familiar to him that he had been sure he would never see again once he had been exiled from the Oregon compounds over five years ago.

‘Johnny, I made dinner and didn’t know when you would be back so I left it on the counter, it’s in the blue container and if it has gone cold just pop it into the oven for twenty minutes or the microwave for ten and it should be perfectly hot again, and there are more leftovers in the refrigerator if you’re still hungry after that. I hope that your raid went well, and if I am asleep when you get here then feel free to wake me up, I would love to hear all about it. All my love, Angel.’

He couldn’t help but to smile as he looked at the container, opening it to find the contents to be steaming hot still, his mouth watering as the scent of lasagna infiltrated his senses as he grabbed a fork to eat it, looking around at the kitchen and seeing that it was spotless, frowning slightly at the fact that she had cleaned while he was gone. He had confessed to Chris that he was more than a little worried about leaving her alone since she had only been there with them for a few days and he wondered if she was settling in well enough, having insisted that she come to stay with him so that he could keep an eye on her wounds as they healed. Chris and his girlfriend Sarah both insisted that it was better that she had stayed behind since she had never gone on a raid before and her wounds, though healing quickly because of her fae blood, needed time to be gotten over before she did anything major like that, and Johnny knew that they were right. Still, he had thought about her the entire time that he was gone, wondering what she had been up to and if she was alright, discussing further with Chris about the way he worried if she was adjusting to life without her repression medication, being reminded that they had fed her blood on the way back to Los Angeles and may need some more to really help her if that was causing issues.

He washed the container once it was empty since he didn’t want to leave dishes behind since she had gone out of her way to clean up not only the kitchen but everywhere he looked, walking up the stairs to go looking for her but finding the room he had given her to stay in empty. He remembered he had told her that if she needed to, she could sleep in his room to feel more comfortable since she was going to be there alone, thinking he would find her there as he walked to the master bedroom to find the door slightly ajar, the lights on within. Gently he pushed the door open further to find her laying on her stomach on his bed, her long legs kicking back and forth in the air as his eyes traveled down the bare, pale flesh and over her ass that was covered in just a pair of black booty shorts, lingering there for a moment before they started up the rest of the way. She was in one of his gray muscle shirts that he had given her to sleep in the first night that she had arrived, propped up on her elbows as she read a book that was open before her, her long dark hair curled around her back and shoulders, licking his lips as he took a shaky breath. He watched her for several moments in silence, his mind racing with thoughts and fantasies of things that he wanted to do to her now that she was within his sight once more, forcing himself to relax as he gently cleared his throat, watching her mark her place before looking over at him with her fiery brown eyes.

“I didn’t even hear you come in, I must have been so engrossed in the book that I didn’t think anyone was here,” Angel said with a laugh as she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her fingers tugging the shirt down when it rose up to expose the pale flesh of her stomach and in turn making it dip deeper down her cleavage. Her eyes met his, and that part of her that felt as though she couldn’t breathe was there once again, she had had that feeling since the first time that she had laid eyes on him, and as she brushed her hair over her ear she felt her heart skip a beat as her peripheral vision caught sight of her Compatibility mark that she no longer had to hide from view. “How did the raid go, was anyone hurt or did you just get the things that you Gaziantep Düztepe Escort needed to find out?” she asked, ever curious about the things that he did as she crawled to the edge of the bed to get to her feet, his eyes following her every movement as she did so, infatuated with the way that her body moved. She crossed the distance between them soundlessly, and he had to smile inwardly at how easily she was learning to use the natural grace of their species like she had been moving like that her entire life.

“Good, everything went good and no one got hurt, though we came kind of close to being caught a few times, thankfully it didn’t come down to it though, I need to train you up so that I can take you with me sometime and see how you do, I think you’d be a natural really. And thank you for dinner, it was so good that I almost had seconds but I wanted to come and see how you were since you were here all alone all day and all,” he said softly, gently reaching up to brush her hair away from her face, the mark on his wrist that matched hers looking dark against her flesh when they were side by side. Looking down their six inch height difference, his eyes searching hers for a moment as he felt himself bend slowly until their faces were just inches from one another and he knew what he wanted even though he hadn’t been so forward with her since her arrival, trying his best to be the gentleman that she had been used to in his letters to her. He was surprised when she pressed forward, and he took that as a sign that she wanted him to close in and close the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a chaste but tender kiss, his fingers lingering on her cheek as her hand came up to touch his.

He rested his other hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him as her arms gently snaked around his neck, and he felt her rise onto her tiptoes, her body pressed against his as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tracing up her cheek to slide into her hair and entwine his fingers through it gently as he held her close to his body. He felt her hands sliding over his back and shoulders gently, knowing that he was probably tense from the long ride to Tuscon and back not to mention the raid itself, and he felt her hands linger gently as they began to pull away from one another, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks as he smiled softly. “Have to admit, that was way better than any fantasy that I might have had when we were teenagers writing to one another the way that we did,” he said softly, watching her smile while her blush deepened, her hair hiding her face from view a bit before he was able to brush it away. He hadn’t wanted to push her too much since she had just learned that he was alive a few days earlier, but there was no denying the way that he wanted her and he could only hope that she wanted him the same way as she bit her lower lip looking up at him.

“I agree, no amount of daydreams did that justice over the years that I dreamed of what it would feel like…you’re so tense Johnny, let me massage out your back and see if that helps, just take off your shirt and lay on your stomach, Shakespeare can wait,” she said softly, turning away to get her hair tie to pull her waves back away from her face. He watched as she moved her book from his bed while he did as she said, pulling his shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the dirty clothes before laying on his stomach on the bed as she had instructed, her perfume lingering where she had been laying when he had arrived. She always smelled of moonlight and lilies to him, it was a scent that he could recall at any given time day or night no matter how far he had wondered from her, and it was a scent that warmed him from the inside out. A soft smile came to his lips as he thought about the way her letters had always smelled of lilies as well, as if she exuded the scent from her and let it cover everything that she touched, he could never get it out of his mind.

Feeling the bed move once she had crawled onto it, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as he felt her straddle his lower back with her knees on either side of his hips, her ass pressed against his as the scent of baby oil caught his attention just before her soft hands started to slide against his back, massaging the tension out of his spine. “You know if you wanted me shirtless you could always just ask, you don’t need an excuse or anything like that,” he said with a soft smirk crossing his lips, glad that she couldn’t see it because then she would get flustered the way she seemed to so often, her fingers running along his back gently. Her touch was so gentle but firm as he felt the warmth of her hands along his shoulder blades, a soft moan escaping his lips against the bed as he felt her lean forward, picturing the way that her body must look like as she did so, biting his lower lip to avoid uttering any sound that would give away how turned on he was right then and there. He forced himself to lay completely still beneath her, knowing that if he didn’t that he would end up showing her somehow how badly he needed release and how much he wanted her to be the one that brought him to it.

“I will be sure to keep that in mind the next time I need my fix for half nude males, you are the top pick for that just so you know,” she said with a soft smile as she looked down at his back, feeling herself growing wet for him and knowing how badly that she wanted him though she would never have the audacity to say so aloud, but it wasn’t as if she was virginal and didn’t know what she wanted. She had been completely upfront with him about the fact that she had been active with others long after she had thought him to be dead and gone, he had been the same of course thinking that he would never have the chance to be with her, they were grown adults after all. She could feel the tension as it left his body, biting her lower lip as her fingers ran over the muscles of his back and shoulders gently, as if memorizing them as she rose and fell with him as he breathed in deeply, and she wondered briefly if he was hard as she touched him, though she would never ask him that. She grabbed a towel, using that to gently mop of the baby oil that she had used so that it wouldn’t stain his blankets if he wanted to turn over and lay down, the thought of him laying beneath her entering her mind briefly, and before she knew it she was kissing between his shoulder blades where she had wiped the oil off him.

The feel of her lips on his back made him shiver, they were so soft against his skin, and he felt his hips grind into the bed with desire as her hands rested on his shoulders while she gently kissed along his skin, feeling her start to sit up and half wanting to beg her not to move from his body just yet. He waited for her to raise up on her knees to slide off him to turn over quickly without knocking her over, his hands sliding onto her hips to prevent her from getting off him, starting up as him as his fingers gently trailed down her thighs, breathing in deeply as his eyes met hers once more. He watched her breath catch in her chest as her fingers gently traced down his stomach, making him shiver with a soft moan as the sensation, knowing that he was noticeably hard now and not caring one bit because he knew that she was what he wanted. “I know that it’s only been a short time since we met face to face and all…” he said, his words trailing off, he wasn’t sure how to put what he was thinking into words for once.

Angel felt her heart skip a beat as she wondered where he was going with his statement before letting his words become lost, and realizing that she didn’t care how long it had been or about who found out what, it wasn’t like she was ever going back to Portland or that she and Gavin were even together because of it, she wasn’t sure she was ever truly in love with the other man before. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Johnny’s chest as she pressed her lips to his tenderly, feeling his kiss in response to her own as one hand rested on her hip and the other slid under the back of her shirt to rest on her bare flesh gently, his own hot and somewhat clammy while hers was cool to the touch. “I trust you…I love you Johnny Blackjack,” she whispered against his lips, making sure that she didn’t use his former name of Burside since that was no longer what he chose to go by, and she would abide by his wish not to do so, feeling his fingers flex gently into her and shivering gently.

“I love you Angel Deman, I always have,” he whispered against her lips as he let his hands wander along her back while his other hand trailed down from her hip to cup her ass gently in his hand, squeezing firmly to hold her close while he kissed her deeply, letting his tongue part her lips and feeling her own coming to meet his. Gripping the hem of her shirt, he gently tugged it up, getting them both to sit up so that he could slowly reveal her upper body to him, the way that her breasts fell from the material as he raised it halfway over her head making him shiver, keeping her eyes covered with the shirt with a smile as she whimpered softly. He leaned in, licking her lips gently since she couldn’t see, and with the way that he held the shirt he made sure that she couldn’t lean forward or use her arms to touch him in anyway before bringing the shirt off her entirely, his lips capturing hers tenderly. Tossing the shirt away next to his own, he let his hands trace down her shoulders and collarbone before bringing them to cup her breasts, his fingers flicking her nipples as he did so, each touch a new exploration of her body as she straddled his lap.

She shivered as he released her lips, his tongue flicking each of her nipples as his fingers found the waistband of her booty shorts to start inching them down, feeling them hesitate slightly in case she wanted to change her mind but she knew that she didn’t want to as she gave a slight nod to urge him forward, feeling him bring them down further before she had to help get them off. After some maneuvering, he was able to toss her shorts aside, leaving her nude atop his lap as his fingers trailed along her back to the curve of her ass once more, gripping it firmly before delivering a firm slap to the left cheek, her hissing moan making him shiver beneath her. The sting of his hand lingered upon her hot flesh as she let her fingers dig into his shoulder blades, another hot slap to the same spot making her cry out, her hips arching forward against his jeans as she writhed from the hot pain that the slap gave to her. Her breath caught in her chest as she felt him gently rub where he had slapped her stinging backside, biting her lip gently as she felt him do it again, another moan escaping her as she held onto him for dear life, hearing the soft chuckle that left his lips.

“Tell me if I make you uncomfortable Angelface, that is the last thing that I want, to mess up this time with you after wanting it for so long,” he whispered huskily against her ear before kissing along her neck, biting down gently over her carotid artery and sucking softly, making her tremble in his embrace as he rolled them over together, splaying her legs open as he finally pulled away from her to sit up on his knees. Gazing down at her and memorizing every perfect inch of her, he couldn’t help but wish that this had happened so much sooner, but he knew that everything happened for a reason and that was all there was to it in the long run of things. He slid his hands along her legs, the smoothness of them making him moan inwardly as he let his fingers slide down her thighs until they met at the apex, feeling the wet heat that was emanating from her waiting sex, shivering gently as his eyes met hers once more. He couldn’t help but stare at her as if she were going to disappear any moment from his sight and this will all have been a torturous dream that he didn’t ever want to wake up from, he had felt that way since the moment they had saved her from her execution that she had refused to back down from.

“I will, I promise,” she whispered softly as she gazed up at him, almost half expecting him to disappear or to wake up and find out that this had all been a dream like it had been so many times before over the last five years since she had been told of his death, she wished fervently for that not to be the case. She knew that she wanted him, that she would love him when they were no longer young and beautiful, that she was meant for him and he for her, there was nothing in the world that would ever convince her otherwise for as long as she lived, the feel of his hands meeting at the apex of her thighs making her shiver, her eyelids half closing as she moaned. Her hand reached down to slide over both of his, her eyes opening to see him watching her as she lay there nude before him, this all felt too real to be a dream and she knew that this was truly happening, that she was finally with him as she had begged so long to be. “No hesitation, no regrets,” she whispered as she gazed up at him, watching him nod his head as he leaned over her body to kiss her lips tenderly, his body pressed against hers firmly as he cupped her cheek to caress it gently.

“Never,” he whispered softly, smiling softly as he kissed her lips before letting his kisses trail down her neck and he knew what he wanted, hoping that she would truly have no hesitation or regret, it was something he had always wanted to experience and never allowed himself to because he hadn’t trusted himself to know what to do, but she was different. He pulled her into a sitting position with him, his hand with his mark taking hers, his eyes gazing into hers intently before he leaned forward and kissed her neck softly over her carotid artery once more, hearing her soft moan just before he pierced the skin with his fangs and felt her shiver hard, his collarbone close to her mouth as she clung to him tightly. He closed his eyes as he felt her hot blood gushing into his mouth as she kissed along his collarbone before biting down, moaning against her skin as he felt her drink from him like he was from her, glad that she had understood what he was trying to tell her, that he wanted to mark her and have her do the same to him in return. He pulled away from her, feeling her do the same and pressed his lips to hers, this kiss rougher and deeper, her tongue sliding against his the moment he got her lips parted, his fingers digging into her ass as he pulled her closer to him once again, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades deeply.

His hand slapped her ass cheek firmly once more, her whimper against his lips making him hungry for more as he did it again while her fingers raised the skin on his back when they raked up, making his back arch before he laid her down once again, kissing down the length of her body until he lay between her legs. Her soft whimper as he kissed along the inside of her thigh made him harder within his pants, straining for release as he breathed in the scent of her sex while kissing along her labia gently, his tongue sliding along her slit teasingly, watching the way that her hips rose as a result. He slid his fingers along the wetness of her lips, his eyes rolling up to watch the way that her head was thrown back against the pillows, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly in her fingers as he toyed with her, wanting to see what made her tick. He let his fingers spread her labia open, flicking his tongue over her clitoris gently before rubbing it with his fingers, hearing her breathing grow heavier than it had been moments beforehand, the taste of her so sweet within his mouth as he teased her the way that he did. Firmly and deliberately he slapped her wet pussy with his stiff fingers, hearing her cry out softly, moaning softly at the way that she reacted to him as he used his free hand to rub himself through his jeans, his need for her growing greatly.

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Mary Potter’s Final Swing

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I am Ryan Kelly and I have a good window cleaning round in Shepperton near London…

I have about twenty properties I do in Burlesque Road which took me a while to build up so being friendly with prospective customers was my aim.

But not to the extreme of anything more than accepting a cup of coffee and a biscuit from a couple of the widows who liked someone to talk too.

Well I felt sorry for them and was glad to have a friendly chat, so long as it didn’t hold me up too much from my work.

But with Mary Potter I unwittingly took up her offer to look at her bedroom light which needed a fuse and one thing led to another and I felt sorry enough for her, just to please her in a way I could never have envisaged.

That was a one of – I did not want for her to get into the habit of it. I did it once for her pleasure, she being and elderly lady and obviously missing her husband long gone. She scared the pants off me when she almost gagged doing what she loves most – well not quite because my pants were already off if you know what I mean .And then she blamed me for spoiling her pleasure when I pulled her away from me.

But next time but one I cleaned her windows again with the prime intention to collect money and away.

But she looked at me and smiled so kindly I could feel myself being drawn by her sadness and her suggestion that it would be lovely if we would go up to her bedroom again. Just for a little while.

“I need to get on” I said. “I have got a bit behind you see” I lied in the hope of getting away pronto.

“You do have a lot behind and very nice too, but a lot more in front which I adore” she said with a mischievous grin. “Just for a short while Ryan. You don’t know how much it means to me. I appreciate I am old and you are obviously interested only in younger women. But as I said last time we did it, you don’t have to look and I don’t want to do anything else, I am too frail for that you see, but it was so divine for you to let me do that, can you please let me do it right now. You can close your eyes, all I want is about fifteen minutes of your time that will do nice.”

Being the softie I am I submitted thinking that it wasn’t so bad, in fact it was quite nice, It just seemed bizarre that’s all; being with an old woman doing something my girlfriend enjoys… How would she react if she found out.

“Okay just once more! I ascertained. We must not let it happen again.”

“Then I had better make the best of it hadn’t I, just one more thing to do before I die!” she smiled and I followed her upstairs to her beautifully kept bahis siteleri bedroom which smelled of a certain perfume I remembered from last time, which enticed me to go along with what she wanted.

Just stand there as you are, that will be lovely Ryan” she whispered sitting on the edge of her bed facing me.

“Do you mind if I handcuff you, with your hands behind, I would like that so very much, Henry loved me to do that you see” (Henry was her late husband.)

I said it would be fine just so long as she was careful this time. I didn’t want her to gag again.

She gave me a wry grin and fitted the handcuffs and had me like she wanted me, on full display facing her.

She promptly got on with the job in hand and I just let my mind wander, asking me why on earth is this happening!

“It looks divine Ryan. You are so beautifully equipped. I bet your girlfriend thinks so too.”

At least I did feel something, that I was doing a good deed for a woman who had missed sex so much. She made it plain that she didn’t want more than oral sex because she was closed up anyway, but she said she does so enjoys the sheer delight of taking me in her mouth.

I knew that from last time, extravagance was on understatement, she had this ability to transport me to another place the way she concentrated on me, supping up my cock in the most sensual way

I stood there like she wanted and felt her nimble fingers gently unzip me as she deeply sighed. And I did feel a certain tingle run down my spine. It was like the first time with her all over again. I felt sure I could never get an erection and that would be the end of it. But her gentle masturbation over my boxer shorts certainly started me off and hearing her delight I knew I was soon at full mast.

“Oh dear Ryan” she uttered with so much pleasure and delight. “You look so very good “and she started to feel and squeeze me full length and do you know what? It was so good, just doing nothing, just stood there to let her have her fun and I was thinking what the hell -If I can give an old person some enjoyment before she dies I should be proud of that.

Soon she started to draw me deeply into her mouth. It felt good and I loved her little sucks, the way she licked me and moved her busy tongue along the length.

“Beautiful, wonderful!” she kept whispering between doing what she did so well. There she was taking my cock sideways and calling it her ‘ham sandwich’

“So beautifully primed” she gasped. You smell divine too. I adore the smell of you.” and she sniffed me before she took me full radissonbet in the mouth once more.

This woman was certainly in her element and it is strange but I was too. There was something about her warmth that made me feel so good and wanted, I forgot about time and what I had to do, very content to let her have her enjoyment of me.

Withdrawing a little she whispered if I could part my legs and I did. She mumbled something rude and then apologized, but I said it was okay, if that makes it better for her then go ahead.

“I simply adore the taste of you, I haven’t enjoyed cock like this since I can’t remember when, just to have you in my mouth means so much to me. Just to taste a man again works wonders.”

She moulded her tiny crinkled hands around my circumference saying how beautifully flexible it was.

She squeezed me, watched the foreskin stretch back as she pulled, her eyes opened wide seeing the bulbous head pop out which prompted her to suck and lick me again. I closed my eyes, stood there legs apart so she could let her hands wander beneath and that was lovely too. She sniffed me between sucking, but when she sucked it was very long and it felt like ten minutes at a time and she was really flushed and shaky.

As for me I felt a certain numbness of a well sucked cock, but she didn’t want to stop. I felt her fingers explore my hind, squeezing now and again and then reaching my balls from the back she bunched them, still sucking me at the front and I felt the so gentle feel of her hand rolling them in her palm. She was really having a good time and I felt good about that too. I stood there, handcuffed at the mercy of an old woman. How bizarre is that!?

I asked if she was okay and she replied of course she was- she could not be better. But she was taking me in so deep into her throat because it was up to the hilt. I glanced down and there was no sign of my erection, because it was sucked deep into her throat. I felt a sort of tingling sensation when she began to make a gargling noise like she was gagging. Again, like she did last time. She was in a frenzy and I was almost there, last time she complained I withdrew before I had cum and now I realized why she handcuffed me, no way could I pull her away, her fingers nails were now digging into my back as she maintained the deep sucking, seemingly intent this time to take me all the way. I tried to pull myself away from her away from me but she seemed so intense in what she was doing, her hands grasping my buttocks like she would never let go, her finger nails still digging betsalvador into me.

I was getting worried and concerned. I was still getting worked up to the point of no return and then her frenzy took me all the way and I felt myself cum so strong like never before, deep into her throat. She was certainly gagging. Her eyes were rolling and her look told me this was a priority that she needed air quickly but still she wouldn’t relent. I made one final effort in trying to part us and at last succeeded.- but only because she slumped to the floor

I did not want to think the worst. I was thinking that this old woman was simply exhausted as she was when she did it before but then although she had a sort of happy smile on her face, she wasn’t breathing..

She was quite dead!

I was shocked, quickly went to the bathroom and tidied up confused and shocked.

Then it occurred to me, remembering her saying something about wanting to do this for a last time before she died. Had she planned this, is this the way she wanted to go? But she was happy wasn’t she? She had a smile on her face sure enough.

I heard a banging at the front door, Scuffled down. My mind in a whirl, wondering how I could explain what had happened.

A couple of large policeman stood there with a woman I recognized to be Mary’s next door neighbour.

“Stand aside sir” and soon they discovered the body of Mary, accusing me of doing something nasty and horrible.

“What I was doing Mary wanted” I explained.

“Not from what her neighbour here says, she heard all the shouts and screams and cries for help. It is down to the nick with you until we get to the bottom of this.”

I was in a quandary. How won earth did her neighbour make such false accusations?

As the police took me off still handcuffed the neighbour spitted at me yelling and screaming that |I was dirt and scum, having heard Mary was dead.

I spent a whole day in that bloody cell at the police station until it all came to light.

It was the woman the other side of Mary’ s neighbour who had been screaming the odds. It turned out her partner was beating her.

It was touch and go for a bit tho9ugh because the police forensic people found semen in Mary’s mouth and conjured with the notion I had purposely murdered her by gagging her, like I was s sexual pervert and maniac.

But all’s well that ends well and the fact Mary had handcuffed me led the jury to find me not guilty and the judge concluded it was death by misadventure.

But I think poor Mary had plenty of adventure in her last minutes and I heard a group of women exclaim “What a way to go!”

I walked free out of the court, sad Mary had died buy happy that she died happy.

Those women approached me – they were there waiting for me to appear reckon.

“Can you clean our windows for us?”

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Lust Spells Us Ch. 01

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Lady Boy

It was getting dark as Kim made dinner. She wanted to surprise her love with a nice evening. She knew he loved cooking but she wanted to do something romantic for Karl tonight. The lights were dimmed with candles being the only light and he was due home any moment.

She didn’t even hear the door open or his footsteps but she did feel his arms around her waist and his lips tickling her neck.

“what’s this dear?” he asked softly

“I…I just wanted to… something sweet.” her voice trailed off.

“Hmmmm?”

“I can’t breathe.”

He laughed in her ear and let his hands wander her stomach under her apron.

“Your naked Kimmy?”She could feel the lust in his voice.

She nodded slightly, his voice arousing her; and his hands went up to her hardening nipples. Kim leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Mmm.”

His hand crept to her pussy, stroking it with his index finger, soft and sweet. Slipping a finger in her warm wet pussy, Kim thrust slowly, moaning softly at the feeling.

“That apron looks really sexy on you Bunny.” he whispered, Gaziantep Anal Escort slipping another finger in, fingering her; his fingertips of his other hand tracing her nipple in circles.

“Thanks.”

He chuckled again as he pressed his body against her rear, his dick she loved so much making a noticeable appearance in his dress pants. His voice floated in her ear, his words making her pussy wet, causing him to finger her faster.

“Mmmm you know I loved fucking you in public Kimmy. I loved seeing and pleasing your beautiful tits, cumming on them.”

Each word made her inhale sharply and her pussy dampen further. He took his fingers out and slipped them in his mouth, tasting her sweetness. Karl flipped her around gently and kissed her with such passion she could hardly breathe even more. What was he doing, trying to kill her of lust?

Her soft lips met his as his tongue invaded her tongue in her mouth.

Exhaling hard, she thought ‘Damn he tastes wonderful. Mmm that’s nice.’

She didn’t notice his pants and everything below the waist was off until she felt his beautifully errected cock rubbing on her pussy.

Kimberly was in his hands and they both knew it. She wouldn’t stop him if she could. She thrust on his cock as she sucked on his tongue in length, her hands running up his shirt she was now unbuttoning.

“Would you like it in the pussy or ass my dear?” He asked sensually, words drawn out; when she was done tasting him.

“Pussy…please. She begged mildly.

“Very well.” Karl seemed pleased at the answer and even more pleased when he felt the cool air making the pussy juice on his cock cool. It was pouring out of her. He kissed her, holding her hips with both hands. He lifted her to sit on his countertop and leaned down for a moment to take one long lick of her wet pussy from back to front.

“Ahh. Mmm. Kim moaned.

“Dear you taste delicious.” Hearing the lust in his voice was enough to make her moan aloud.

“You like when I lick your pussy?” She knew he was smiling even with closes eyes.

“God yes.”

“Good.”

And then he was inside her. Just like that. Her tightness made him moan loudly in the quiet condo. “Your tight pussy always amazes me darling.”

Kim didn’t speak. She let both hands rest on his shoulders as he rocked her back and forth, thrusting faster; in and out of her pussy; deeply. She began moaning, getting louder each time he entered her completely. Kim thrust his dick loving how it felt. It was bliss. Simple bliss.

They both could feel the room get hotter, the moans getting louder and Karls thrusts getting faster even still.

He was close to cumming and they both knew it. He put one hand over her mouth and the other under the side of her apron; gently squeezing a breast.

When he came Karl moaned a litle too loudly. Kim on the other hand was almost screaming, thrusting on his dick at an incredible speed. God nothing could compare to his warmth of his cum that overflowed her pussy and landed on the counter. It never failed.

As soon as her body relaxed it colapsed into his chest. She was breathing hard and they met lips again, Karls dick still inside her.

“You might want to catch your breath. We still have a lot of work to do,” He said with a wink.

“I know. I cannot wait.”

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The Beach Cottage

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This is an account of how I lost my virginity. This wonderful experience happened in the early 70’s but is still clear in my memory as though it happened yesterday!

First year university had come to a tumultuous end. Exams and projects and orals completed in a kaleidoscope of studying and sleeping and rushing for the next lecture or exam. In hindsight, time seemed to have flown but, at the time, I thought that the end of the academic year would never come!

My best friend, John, and I were sitting quietly on the veranda of our local drinking hole, feet up on the balustrade, beers in hand and overlooking the sea. My name is also John and we were both students at the local university, both studying architecture. We had met at initial registration and immediately bonded. During this past year I had stayed as often at his home, where I was considered one of the family, as at mine.

John was a couple of years older than I was and I looked up to him as I would an older brother. He was charming, good looking and came from a wealthy home. The girls made fools of themselves over him. It seemed that every other week there was a different gorgeous girl sharing his bed.

The bed I slept in when I was at his home was in an open studio, with our drawing boards and worktables, separated from John’s bedroom only by a low height partition and I could hear all that happened! I’ve lost count of the number of times I masturbated furiously to the sound of kissing, sucking, squelching and the slapping of body against body. Some girls were very vocal and loud, some simply grunted and made animal-like noises while some were completely silent other than their breathing.

All the girls had to pass the studio on their way to the bathroom and I would lie under the covers with my head under the pillow and stare at them from there. Not one girl ever noticed me. They came in all shapes, sizes and ages, the less inhibited ones went naked to the bathroom while others went in various stages of undress. John would always pass and give me a thumbs-up or -down depending on the girl and the sex. I envied him his easy, devil-may-care attitude.

I, on the other hand, was a reluctant virgin. I would have humped anything that said yes! I was introverted and painfully shy. I stammered and blushed if a girl even looked at me, let alone spoke to me. I had been on dates where I had held hands and kissed but never ventured any further.

When we went out to parties or to the pubs or to the beach, John always gave me his car keys. Consequently I only ever had a couple of beers and ended up driving us and many of our friends home afterwards. I was just too serious!

On the sports field, however, things were different. As good an athlete as John was, I was better. I could run, swim and cycle better, faster and farther than he could, no matter how hard he tried. Swings and roundabouts!

I was brought back to reality as John asked, “all ready for tomorrow?”

“Yep. I’ve packed all the food and booze at your place. All we need is fresh meat and milk, which we can get along the way.”

We had planned a long weekend at a beech cottage near Port Alfred, a sleepy coastal village about two hours drive away. Invited too were John’s much older brother Tim and his girlfriend, Jenny. I had met them a few times at John’s house at the occasional family get-togethers. Tim and John were clearly brothers, similar physique and easy-going manner. Jenny was a lively woman, always smiling and funny, easy to talk to. Even I had sat and chatted with her on occasion without getting all tongue-tied. She was slightly shorter than medium height, slim, always elegantly dressed. I guess they were both about thirty years old.

The next morning the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the car was packed and we were ready to hit the road. John’s dad had offered us the use of his car because the old VW Beetle John drove would have been a squash as we were taking the latest gorgeous girl John was seeing, Judy, with us.

I was being gooseberry. Again! Oh well, I had got so used to it over the last year that it clouded my thoughts for only a few seconds. We would swing past her house on our way out of town. As we were getting into the car Mrs Weschta, John’s mom, ran out to say that Tim had just phoned to say that something had come up at work and that he would have to delay his departure and could we go past their place and take Jenny with us? He would joint us later.

We stopped outside Judy’s place and John ran in to help her with her things. The whole family came out and I could sense that her mom did not approve of her daughter going on her own with us. “You’re sure there are enough separate bedrooms?” and, “You’ll look after my good girl?”

Smooth John reassured her that his sister-in-law would be there as chaperone. Yeah yeah! I had heard her last Saturday night being very vocal. I guess that she was also very passionate from what I could hear, remembering that I was lying not more than three feet away! As I lay there massaging Gaziantep Oral Escort my swollen member listening to them, imagining what it must be like, “yes, there! There! Lick me there! Aaahhh I’m cumming AAAAHHHHHH!!. And I gushed into a wad of tissues thrusting my hips in time with the banging from the other side of the partition.

And then later as I peered at her from under the covers as she went to the bathroom. God, she was beautiful! Proud young breasts, tapered waist and long legs. As she passed the foot of my bed she turned to say something to John and I could see between her legs and I could make out her puffy nether lips and the juices running down her inner thigh. I could smell their combined sex! When John wandered past, his flaccid penis swinging with his step he flashed me a double thumbs-up. Wow! I found I was painfully hard again and could not stir. I had to wait till much later to relieve myself again.

“Why are you so red in the face?” John asked.

“I…Ah…I…” I stammered, blushing even more at being caught out with my private thoughts.

“Come, let’s go! Bye Mrs G! Bye Mr G!” and we were off. Oh, how I envied him his easy manor! Next stop his brother’s place. Jenny was outside waiting for us and we quickly loaded her kit and in minutes we were back on the road. Finally, off to the beach paradise.

I sat in the back with Jenny. She was her normal smiling witty self and had us all laughing in no time. I was able to talk to her normally without blushing and stammering. I did admire her lovely legs as we drove and when she was looking the other way. She had tucked them up under herself and I could see her smooth thighs. Wow.

As we talked she drew me out about the recent exams, Jenny would reach out and touch my arm or my leg to make a point. I burned wherever she touched me! There was nothing sexual in her behaviour but to an over-hormoned teenager it was enough to give me a painfully hard erection. Lucky for me I was sitting down and the bulge was not obvious.

The music was loud enough for me to have to lean close to her to hear all she was saying and I found myself intoxicated by her subtle perfume. I lost myself in her smiling green eyes. I overdosed myself on her husky voice. Boy, was I having it bad!

It felt like no time had passed and we were there! The rustic timber beach shack was in front of us, the beach and the sea beyond. Stunted wind-formed trees crowded one side of the building, the other side nestled into a sea grass covered dune.

John pulled the car under a lean-to shadeport at the back of the shack and we all piled out to stretch and then to explore.

“Is this the right place?” I asked, looking round for a number or a name on the building.

“Yeah, for sure!” John replied. “When I spoke to Sandy, the caretaker guy, on the phone he said to look out for the big piece of driftwood shaped like a whale at the door. That one,” he said pointing. “He also said this cottage was the only one with a carport. The cottage should be unlocked and he said he would pop by at about lunchtime and we can settle everything then.”

John tried the door. It swung open under his hand and we all trooped inside to see what awaited us. We entered into one big room with large glass sliding doors facing the sea. To the one side was an open plan kitchen, fairly rudimentary but to all appearances, clean and utilitarian. Through a door to one side of the kitchen we found two bedrooms, each with twin beds and a large bathroom. Big bath but no shower!

Puzzled, I went back to the main room. There, in the corner, was a fold-out bed type thing. My pozzy!

While John and I carried all the luggage in, the girls sorted out the kitchen. Jenny and Judy drew straws for who had which bedroom. I opened a bottle of white wine for the girls and popped the lids off a couple of beers for the boys, even though it was not yet midday. We were on holiday!

“I’m going for a swim,” I said. I went to the bathroom and changed into my baggies, the new fashioned loose shorts-type of swimming costume. I was pleased I was not wearing my sleek Speedo that I trained and raced in. What would have happened if (when) I got a hard-on? I shuddered to think.

I ran down the beach and plunged into the water. Delicious! Wonderful! Exhilarating! The surf was big and powerful, the water warm. What more could a guy ask for? I body surfed one wave after another, beating the dumpers, sliding down the smooth faces of the unbroken waves, riding them all the way to the beach.

When I had had enough I wandered out to the dry sand where the other three were lying sunbathing. “When John said you were like a seal in the water he wasn’t kidding!” Jenny said, looking me up and down. Blushing, I wrapped myself in a big towel to dry off before lying down on the sun baked sand to warm up.

From the safety of lowered lashes I studied the two girls. Or rather, one girl, one woman. Judy was voluptuous, rounded and had puppy fat around her tummy. Her breasts were large, at least a C cup or maybe even a D, bulging out of a bikini too small for her. Not that I was complaining! Her skin was smooth and very fair, seemingly untouched by the sun, contrasted by dark almost black hair in a thick plait down her back. From where I was lying I could not see her lower area but in my minds eye I could see her as she had stopped near my bed with a thick thatch of dark hair at the junction of her thighs.

Jenny, by contrast, was slighter of build, blond haired, more defined muscles. Smaller boobs I would guess at a 32B. I could see her nipples pressing against the fabric of her costume. I could feel myself getting an erection and I was glad to be lying on my stomach. No! No! No!

I turned away, looking out to sea. I had been looking forward to this weekend seemingly for ever. Today was Wednesday and we were here till Sunday. Five days of swimming, running, playing, drinking and sleeping. I must have dozed off because next thing John was saying, “okay, that must be Sandy. Come on guys, let’s go and get everything sorted!”

We all ran up the beach to the cottage where this elderly guy with sunbleached hair and faded blue eyes was standing. We all went into the cottage, signed papers, paid the money and received instructions on all the appliances. The cottage had no electricity so there were kerosene lamps, a kerosene fridge and a gas hot-water geyser. For those days this was not unusual.

“Oh, I nearly forgot. One of your party, Tim, phoned. Asked please for you to phone him back. Something about work and not being able to get here.” Sandy got up to leave. “if you need to phone, come up to the house at the start of the dirt road and you can phone from there.”

I glanced at Jenny, then away so as not to embarrass her. But too late. She caught my look and in that moment that we connected I read hurt, sadness, the start of tears. And then I was looking elsewhere, blushing. I reached over and took her hand and said something stupid about his coming on Saturday and we would have fun and…

All through lunch, Jenny was subdued and John could not keep his hands off Judy, which she seemed to enjoy. I said, “tell you guys what. I’ll take the car, drop Jenny off at Sandy’s to phone Tim and I’ll go and get the meat and things from the village.”

“Yeah yeah, good idea!” said John staring at Judy’s chest.

“I’ll go get my purse and fix my makeup. Can’t be seen with water damaged eyes,” Jenny quipped, trying to be her normal self. I felt sorry for her.

As we pulled up outside Sandy’s place, Jenny leaned over and took my hand. “Please wait for me. I won’t be long”.

“Okay,” I said, my brain moving to where she was touching me.

“You’re so sweet,” she said. She kissed me softly on the cheek then walked off to phone. My hand was still on my cheek when she returned to the car.

“I need a hug!” Jenny slithered across the seat and into my arms. She seemed so small and fragile although there was nothing small about the strength of her hug. We held each other for ever! And I was wishing forever was forever! Her breasts mashed up against my chest, her head on my shoulder, her hair in my face. Oh God. She smelled warm and fresh. No perfume just…her!

It was getting as though I always had an erection. Do all adults have a perpetual hard-on? Was it that I was not yet quite an adult? Was I abnormal? Would it go away when I had had my first woman, lost my virginity? Why was God so cruel as to not give me the choice, soft or hard? I wondered if Jenny noticed the bulge pressing against her thigh? How could she not?

I felt dreadful delighting in her misery. Well, not her misery but… you know what I mean. After forever Jenny sniffed and said, “okay, I’m done. Thank you. Let’s go do the shopping.”

All villages in the world are the same. “You’re from out of town! Where are you staying? Old Sandy’s place? Good man, give him regards. Would you mind dropping off his post?” And so on.

All done, we were on our way back when Jenny asked, “do you think they have had enough time? John and Judy, I mean…”

I knew exactly what she meant and blushed fiery red. I glanced at Jenny and she burst out laughing. Sheepishly I laughed too. And then we were both laughing so hard I had to stop the car. My sides were hurting, my cheeks stiff. Tears were running down my cheeks.

When it had at last passed, Jenny said, “come lets go walk on the beach for a bit.” We had stopped near a long white beach, apparently deserted. I parked the car and we walked to the waters edge and then along. As we walked, Jenny took my hand. It felt so natural. Her hand was so small in mine. I am just over six foot and her head came up level with my shoulder.

As we walked she told me a little about her’s and Tim’s relationship. Enough to tell me that all was not roses. We were quiet for a long time. Not uncomfortable quiet just companionable quiet.

“Where is your girlfriend?”

“I…I don’t have one”

“At the moment or never?”

I felt myself blushing. “Never. At school there was always sport and work. Then the army.” I shrugged “Two or three weekend passes was all the free time we got. And besides, all the guys that had girlfriends before their stint was finished got ‘dear Johns’ during their time. Didn’t seem like a good idea to me. Then this last year at varsity… well there just never seemed time. I’m also kinda shy around girls and don’t know what to say.”

Too much information! I felt myself blush again.

She put her arm around me and hugged me to her. “You’ll make some lucky girl happy one day. Your day will come. Just relax and go with the flow.”

Yeah, right. It’s so easy for you to say. You’re beautiful, bright, funny and all the guys are falling over themselves to be with you. One day is too far away.

We turned around and walked back towards the car, still hand-in-hand. “So. Is Tim going to join us on the weekend?”

“No. We argued about it on the phone and he is not coming. So it’s you and me, Bob.” Her nose wrinkled delightfully as she smiled.

“And John and Judy.”

“Do you think they would notice if a tsunami were to wash the shack away around them”

I laughed, “probably not!” Thinking of their naked bodies entwined made me harden again. Honest, I can’t help it!

“What are you thinking?” Jenny swung me round and looked me in the eye. I was beetroot red! She put her arms around me and hugged me close. “You’re so sweet,” she said into my chest. We stood in each other’s arms for a time. Eventually she reach up and kissed me on the lips lingering only a moment, then said, “we better get back before they start wondering…”

The rest of the day passed swimming, drinking cold beer and throwing Frisbee. Time to fix the barbeque. Soon we were eating succulent steaks off the fire, potatoes, onions and squash all done in the coals.

“Delicious! Thank you” Jenny reached out and squeezed my arm.

“What about me?” John said in an aggrieved voice “I’ve kept you supplied with bitterly cold beer and wine all afternoon!” We all yelled our appreciation, laughing. I was feeling completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. My erection had subsided.

As the sun set we all sat on the veranda and witnessed the day turn to night. It was one of those rare evenings with no wind. The sea was like a mirror blending with the sky so that one could not discerned the transition. A vee of egrets flew overhead and it was so still you could hear the wind through their feathers. The stars appeared so gently that they weren’t there, then they were there.

I was sitting on the edge of the veranda with my back against a post and Jenny was sitting on the sand between my legs leaning back against my chest. My arms were loosely linked round her stomach, her hands on mine. John and Judy were sitting snuggled together on a recliner. We were all lost in the beauty of it.

I heard the mosquitoes starting to whine and start to feed on the bare skin. And there was a lot of bare skin around as we were all still in our bathing costumes. Hating myself for disturbing the calm I said, “Better get dressed and get the mozzy coil going. There will soon be enough of the buggers to carry us away, let alone suck us dry.”

“Lucky mosquitoes!” I heard Judy whisper and John laughed.

Reluctantly I stood up and went to light the lanterns. In one of the cupboards I found a mozzy coil and got that smouldering as well, the slightly perfumed smoke filling the cottage. The girls tidied up, I went around the outside to make sure all was safe and the fire was out and John poured fresh drinks all round. The cottage looked very cosy and friendly in the lamp light. When we had all changed into our cloths, we sat around the dining room table and talked.

I found out that Jenny was a physiotherapist and she kept us in stitches talking about her work and her patients. I admired her sense of the ridiculous. John and I contributed with stories of the lighter side of our military service. John had been in the navy, I had been in the army. Judy was a third year student at college studying fashion design. I found we had much in common as far as design and colour sense was concerned. It was the first time we had really talked together and I liked her.

John went off to get his guitar. His other mistress. His friend, his companion. Jenny asked, “when the two of you are together what do other people call you? I mean how do they differentiate between you?”

“You mean who is better looking?” I quipped. Better watch how much I drink, I thought to myself.

“No silly! When someone calls ‘John’, who answers?”

“John does.” We all fell about laughing. I mean, how silly can you get.

When some normality had returned I said, “they call me Johndee. Not sure why but it seems to have stuck. We have two other Johns in our class. One is JohnO and the other is JohnR. John is John.”

We sat and listened to John strut his stuff on the guitar for a while. He was good! As had happened so often during the past year I fetched a couple of spoons and beat enthusiastic time while we sang all the songs we knew.

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Letters to Purvi Ch. 06

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The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend.

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Darling Purvi,

Had fun reading my last letter? I hope you liked it! Incidentally, I hope Uday has been giving you plenty of cock and all the ramming you can handle. Important to keep your cunt well oiled and satisfied, isn’t it darling?? Anyway, settle down comfortably and put a couple of fingers in your slit. I have written all the details of the rest of my stay in Germany below and I think you will find it really exciting!!!

As you will remember, I spent almost a month out in various parts of Europe. Good business, but no sex. So you can imagine how horny I was when I returned!! I rang Franz from the airport and he suggested I go straight to his apartment where I could leave my bags and then come to his office by the evening. And that’s exactly what I did.

I suspect Franz was as horny as I was, because when I landed up at his office, he simply didn’t waste a moment. And I was looking rather sexy — fresh flowers in my hair, a deep blue silk chiffon that showed off my complexion. And my exciting bosom held in a slightly tight silk sleeveless blouse.

Franz quickly locked his door after instructing his secretary to shut down and leave. Then he swept me into his arms and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining. And before I knew what was happening, he had me bent back over his desk, his hand first on my breasts and then on my legs, grasping my sari and pushing it up around my waist. I helped, of course, and soon found myself on my back on the leather top of his large desk, my sari and petticoat in soft silk folds around my waist. My high-heeled feet were at the two corners of the desk, my thighs wide apart and my lovely silk panties (really sexy and almost transparent) hanging from the toe of one foot. My wet and throbbing cunt was open to Franz’s feverish gaze.

He touched the clean upward sweep of my breasts, then ran his hands down to my weaving hips. His mouth came down, lips nibbling, tongue licking, first on each of my nipples, then down over my writhing belly, and finally his tongue lapped into the slit of my cunt.

His expert cunt eating left me whimpering.

When Franz had me mewing like a pussycat for direct action, he raised his curly head. He slid one of his hands under my left thigh, lifting my left leg high. He got one shoulder under the crook of my knee, forcing my left foot to stick almost straight up in the air. My other leg remained stretched on the desk as my cunt formed a widespread crescent.

I felt his throbbing prick as he slowly guided into me. I was in such an arched position, my pussy open like a door, that I could not have squirmed free. Not that I wanted to be free!! I bit my lower lip, waiting for that first awful plunge. And then he was sinking himself into my vagina, going gloriously deep. His hips began to work ceaselessly. I flung my legs apart and placed my heels as far apart as possible. Franz plunged deep in between my trembling thighs, nailing my rocking buttocks to the table.

“OOOhh!” I groaned.” Drive, drive, drive!!”

This was real fucking. Franz was like a beast between my thighs. His staying power was wonderful. His prick seemed to slide in and out of my vagina forever. My long legs were up over his backside. My sharp fingernails clawed into his bare back and my raised high heels kicked and kicked his humping loins until all of his restraint burst.

His cock blew like an erupting volcano. My belly was flooded with the hot spewing of his cum. And a lovely orgasm hit me, waves of sensation sweeping across me, as I convulsed on the desk, my hips arching high up, my head twisting back and up with the sudden rush of feeling.

Franz and I remained locked for a short while, me stretched out on his desk, my legs still on either side of him and Franz strangely still in shirt and tie (his trousers were around his ankles), collapsed on me, his panting and flushed face buried in my soft tit flesh. Within me, I could feel his prick softening, though it still felt good in my cunt.

At last, with a sigh, Franz stood up and moved away, his cock dropping softly out of my hole. I dropped my legs and moved off the desk, holding up my sari as I did so. Franz uttered an exclamation and I turned to see him trying to blot up a large quantity of fuck fluid that had dribbled out of my crotch and onto his tooled leather desktop. I giggled and told him that he would probably be left with a stain — one with very interesting memories!!

I then went into the attached bathroom to repair my make-up and have a quick wash. And of course, to re-drape my sari, which was in a total shambles. By the time I emerged, Franz had tidied up himself and his desk, picking up all the papers and pens that had been thrown to the floor during our fuck.

We sat there for a while and Franz produced some rather well chilled white wine, which tasted very sophisticated. I was feeling Gaziantep Vatan Escort really comfortable… nice surroundings, an attentive and sexy lover and a well-fucked pussy… what more could a woman ask for!

That was when Franz dropped his bombshell. First explaining that Otto was out of the city and not due back till late the next afternoon, Franz went on to say that I had another invitation…. from Helga (his ex-wife) As they still shared a very intimate relationship even though the marriage had been dissolved, they had actually been in bed together — in fact, Helga had just settled his cock into her when he started telling her all about our sexy encounter, mainly because he wanted her to know that there was another woman who had been able to take Otto’s monster dick.

Now Helga had invited me over for the night. Franz said that it might be interesting, especially as she knew all the interesting people in this town (being one of the hot models on the circuit). It didn’t take me long to decide. After all, I’d met Helga before — she was an exceptionally beautiful and really nice girl and an evening with her could only be fun!

So I took Franz’s car back to his apartment, where I bathed and changed into a more formal Kanjeevaram. And as darkness fell over Berlin, I was outside Helga’s front door ringing the bell.

Helga opened the door herself. As always, her sheer beauty left me speechless. Natural platinum blonde, curved rounded body, with a tight ass and dynamite legs. She was very nice and welcomed me with a warm hug and a soft kiss on my lips. She led me into the living room, where she had a small fire going and we settled down and chatted for a while — catching up on old news, about old friends, etc. Helga was elegantly dressed in a clinging sort of gown with an edging of fake fur. As the cloth was very sheer and sort of molded her figure, it really made her look good. And in keeping with the latest fashion, she had obviously not worn a bra — her nipples were clearly outlined through the cloth and I found I could barely keep my eyes off them.

After about an hour sipping white wine and chatting, Helga suggested we have dinner. It was a very lovely meal, simple and yummy. After we finished, we relaxed back in the living room, leaving the dishes for the maid to do in the morning.

We’d been chatting about a variety of things and Helga had been telling me about the new line of clothes that were coming out and the latest fashions, etc. Talk also moved to mutual friends and in some connection, Helga mentioned Otto. At which point I said that I had met him.

“Oh, I know,” said Helga, smiling. “I believe you are one of the rare women who have actually managed to take all of Otto’s meat into you!”

I gasped, blushing at her blunt frankness. Then, not wanting to look like an unsophisticated newcomer, I simply smiled and said “Well, I managed. I think Indian women’s pussies are built to take larger tools, so size is not a major problem with us!”

And then Helga astounded me by leaning forward and placing a gentle hand on my knee “May I see?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

I could only stammer in reply, totally confused.

“I want to fuck you very badly,” she continued, softly, “you must know that I am very attracted to you…”

And then she astounded me by leaning forward and gently pressing her lips to mine, looking into my eyes all the while. For a moment, I was too taken by surprise to react, then I felt my lips begin to kiss back, even as the tip of her tongue ventured delicately into my mouth.

And all of a sudden, I realized that I was having the second really lesbian experience of my life! I moaned deep in my throat and I could feel my cunt going all squishy as I put my arms up and around her neck, pulling her to me. Encouraged, Helga now kissed me harder, her soft lips moving over mine, our tongues intertwining. And then I felt her hands on my breasts, though the blouse and bra, her fingers gently touching, pressing, and cupping till my nipples erected to hard little points. Her touch was so unlike her ex-husbands’ — much softer, yet not too gentle, very exciting.

I threw any restraint I had to the winds. All of a sudden, all I knew was that I wanted to have sex with this sexy blonde German model. I reached up and rapidly unbuttoned my choli, shrugging it off my shoulders as I also reached behind and undid my bra. My breasts stood out, each nipple erect and rosy, as I ran a finger over the sensitive tips, smiling at Helga.

Do….do you think you’d…. ohhhhh….like to touch them?” I breathed throatily.

In answer to my urgent question, Helga reached out and lightly cupped my breast. Almost involuntarily, my hips began to move. I slipped a hand into the open front of Helga’s gown and moved the thin silk, so that her lovely breasts came into view. I reached out with both hands now and cupped her boobs.

I was jolted by the sensuous smoothness of her skin. I had felt my own breasts before, but it was nothing like feeling the firm, pliant globe I was fondling now. Slowly, not wanting to rush through the pleasure I was getting from feeling Helga’s breast, I ran my forefinger over the big nipple.

“Ohhhh, that feels so good,” Helga whispered slowly. She arched her back, causing her breast to mash against my hand, sending a deep thrill through me.

While I moved my hand slowly on her breast, kneading it and pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger, Helga slid her left hand over my stomach to my waist, where she found the knot of my sari. Pulling it free, she then ran her hand over my back and shoulders. A shiver of cold and pleasure ran through me as I felt the air on my naked breasts. I quickly grabbed Helga’s other tit now and started massaging it and teasing the nipple.

Meanwhile, Helga quickly slipped the thin material of her gown of her shoulders. As soon as she had pulled the material off, my eyes fastened on her melon-shaped breasts. I loved everything about them — their size, their shape, their incredible sexiness. And then I realised that all I really wanted to do was suck on one of those beautiful tits. But if I did, Helga might let go of mine, and I didn’t want that to happen. I loved the feeling of her soft hand on my skin and it was rapidly making me hungry for that hand on my drenched pussy.

Helga seemed content for the moment to simply feel my tits. She reached her left hand around my body and grabbed the other tit with her right hand. She marveled at their weight as she lifted and squeezed them together, forcing tiny moans of pleasure from my throat. I watched as her pink tongue slipped out and licked at her full lips, and I knew that all she could think of was getting her mouth on one of those rosy nipples right now!

Gently, Helga pushed me back on the couch so that my head was lying on top of it.

“What…… are you going to do?” I whispered.

“I’m going to suck on your big brown nipples.”

“Helga, I don’t know…….ohhh……Helga wait!”

But she didn’t. She quickly lowered her head and circled her lips around one of my nipples and sucked it into her mouth.

“ohhhhhhhhh yes! Helga, I–“

“You love it, right?”

“I……… ohhhhhhhhh……..”

“Tell me you love it,” Helga insisted. She again drew a nipple into her mouth and watched the lust growing on my face.

“I………..I………….. like your mouth on my breast.”

“Doing what?”

“Licking …… sucking it ……….. ohhhhhhhh, bite it, please!!”

Helga smiled as she gently nipped on the erect nipple in her mouth. She began to feel my other tit also, making the nipple on it stand upright too.

All that mattered to me was the tongue circling my breast and teasing my nipple until it was swollen and tender. I didn’t think of Helga as another girl at the moment– she was someone, anyone, with a tongue that was driving me wild. And I wanted that tongue between my legs, where I was really getting hot.

“Do……. you want to undress me?” I offered. I knew there wasn’t much I had left on. The sari was already down so far on my hips that my pubic hair was showing.

“I’ll help you if you help me,” Helga whispered. She slowly slid the sari down my legs, staring at my thick bush of cunt hair as she did, and running her tongue wetly down the soft, tender insides of my thighs.

“ohhhh…”

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Spread your legs for me, darling.”

I looked up at Helga, then sat up on the couch.” First I want you to be as naked as I am.”

I stood up with her and as Helga ran her hands up and down her body, I undid the clasp of her gown and let it drop to the floor. I then hooked my fingers in the elastic band of Helga’s silk panties and slid them slowly down her legs.

“Do you like what you see?” Helga asked, her voice husky. I could barely answer; looking with a mouth that was suddenly dry with desire at the fine blonde bush at her crotch. She had shaved the parts near the thighs, shaping it so that she could wear bikinis, but the hair around her slit was full and bushy.

I stood again, still looking at the hair between the other girl’s legs. “It looks….. good.”

Helga reached for me and drew me down to the couch with her. She began to feel the smooth flesh of my hot thighs, which I eagerly parted for her probing hand. At the same time, I was feeling Helga’s bare thighs, and both of us managed to work our way up to the other’s pussy at just about the same time. We both jumped as our fingers slid into hot cunt flesh that was so familiar, yet so strange to both of us.

“Let me…… oh please, I want to kiss you!” I pleaded.

Helga eagerly touched her mouth lightly to mine. Both of us moaned at the second tender contact of our lips. Helga slid her tongue out and ran it sensuously over my lips, licking lightly at my upper lip and nose. I responded by letting my own tongue join Helga’s, and both of us were soon jabbing and licking at each other as we increased the tempo of our fingering. Finally, Helga could no longer take the teasing, nerve-wracking play between our tongues. She needed a deeper, stronger fulfillment. With a small cry that showed her wildly mounting passion, she crushed her mouth down on mine as we fell full length on the couch.

I could sense Helga’s urgency and she too, felt the need for immediate fulfillment. As Helga’s tongue probed deep in my mouth, I licked the underside of it, nipped it with my teeth, sucked on it until I tasted a little of the other girl’s saliva as it drooled into my mouth. I crushed my mouth harder into Helga’s, trying to drink more of the sweet liquid as I opened my mouth as wide as I could to let Helga’s tongue lick deep down my throat. At the same time, I pushed another finger into her dripping pussy and began to simulate the pumping of a cock. Helga responded by doing the same thing to me, and we were rocking and writhing against each other as we both raced to a climax.

But I wanted Helga’s love juice in my mouth. I wanted to taste her as her pussy squeezed and contracted around my tongue. And I wanted to cum in her mouth too, to feel her suck the juice out of my own steaming cunt.

Without saying a word, I quickly withdrew both my fingers and my mouth from Helga’s body and reversed myself on the couch. I paused only a second to admire the thick, swollen folds of Helga’s pouting cunt, then I dipped my head between the other girl’s legs and clamped my mouth tightly over the open, wet hole.

I shuddered violently as I felt the second really lesbian contact of my life. I had always thought that oral-genital lovemaking would be the one thing that would prevent me from ever having sex with another girl, because the thought of another girl between my legs was not overly exciting to me most of the time. But as wave after wave of jolting pleasure raced through my body from the licking tongue that was buried deep inside my aching pussy, I quickly changed my mind. All I could think of now was the building explosion in my loins, and the probing, licking, maddening tongue that would soon cause her to erupt. And as I lay there thrusting my cunt against Helga’s face, I felt a strong desire to give her the same pleasure she was receiving. Licking the meaty outer lips, I pulled Helga’s wet pussy to my lips and clamped my mouth tightly over the dripping hole.

We lay there side by side, each girl writhing and twisting her body against the other, trying to feel every inch of smooth skin. I reached down with one hand and began kneading Helga’s breast, rubbing my thumb against the nipple and pulling the tiny bud away from the firm ball it was rooted to. Helga followed my lead, and she was soon squeezing and pinching my breast too. But both of us concentrated on the slippery skin that was in our mouths, as each girl sucked furiously on the other’s throbbing cunt. I delighted in the feel of Helga’s mouth pressed tightly against my love hole, licking and sucking the juices that were flowing from my cunt walls. And I liked the feel of Helga’s warm, soft pussy in my mouth too. It was so exciting!!

“Helga…… are you almost ready? I can’t hold out any longer,” I called out from beneath the cunt flesh over my mouth.

“Yesssss!” Helga screamed. “Take it, Take it!” She began to grind her pussy furiously against my mouth, rubbing her swollen clit on my chin as she started to beat out her orgasm.

I sent my tongue as far as I could up Helga’s hot, contracting cunt; I had to grab her ass so I could keep my mouth glued to the wet flesh. At the same time, I could feel my own cunt begin to tingle at the licking of Helga’s tongue over my clit and cunt walls.

“Helga, I’m going to cum….oohhhhhhhh yesssssss! I’m going to cum!” I moaned as I began to thrash my ass around on the couch too. Any further sounds I might have made were stifled by the wet, pungent cunt that was jammed into my mouth again as Helga crushed her crotch into my face so I could finish licking the rest of her juice.

For the next few seconds the only sounds in the room were the two hot, wet bodies slapping against each other, and the sucking sounds that came from mouths working frantically to suck every last drop of pussy juice into them. The couch also began to creak loudly as the we bucked and writhed in our lesbian embrace. Helga dug her finger into my ass, hoping to keep me going; I did the same as I licked the last drops of juice from Helga’s tiring pussy. Finally, both of us stopped moving and our mouths began to relax against our spent cunts.

Helga pulled her head from between my legs and sat up on the couch. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that her head rested on my shoulder. We lay there together, panting with the force of our cums and enjoying the warm glow that comes with good sex. Helga sighed and ran a finger over my waist, looking down at my breasts.

“You were as great as I knew you would be, darling,” she said softly, smiling up at me. “This couldn’t have been your first time..”

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All characters have attained majority.

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Sometimes it comes on slow. Sometimes it just seems to appear out of nowhere. This was one of those out of nowhere times.

THE MEETING

“Git on up here,” I said to the pathetic creature dressed not nearly warm enough for the light snow falling. “Git on up now, I said.”

The girl climbed into the cab, shivering like a struck tuning fork.

“God girl, what you doin’ out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“Do you have a cigarette?” she asked.

“Nobody smokes in my rig. Nobody.”

“I need to get warm.”

“Reach behind you. There’s a blanket folded on the bench behind your seat.”

She reached behind her grabbing the blanket and immediately wrapped herself head-to-toe in the large, wool covering. “Thanks.”

I glanced over to see a pair of big, scared, eyes peeking out from the dark blue cloth. “No problem.”

I pulled out onto the highway and started heading west. I thought I could make it over the pass and down to lower elevation before the real snow fell. I didn’t want to be driving two empty trailers across mountains with wind and snow fighting against me every step of the way.

“There’s coffee in the thermos back of my seat if it will help.”

“Where you headed?” she asked as she reached back to get the thermos.

“California. I got to take these two trailers out to a guy that bought ’em.”

“What’s in the trailers?” she asked as she poured coffee in to the thermos’ cup.

“Air.”

“Air?”

“Yeah, air. I mean nothing really. They’re empty.”

“Why didn’t you just say that? Why’d you say air?”

“I don’t know. I thought I’d be cute.”

“You’re too old to be cute,” she said.

“Hey. Is that any way to talk to a guy that just saved your life?”

“I wasn’t dyin’. I was just cold.”

“Another hour and you’d a been dead.”

“Maybe. Anyway, thanks for pickin’ me up.”

“Welcome.”

“I’m goin’ to California too. We can ride together, huh?”

“How old are you?”

“I’ll be eighteen on April 22nd.”

“Hey, that’s Earth Day.”

“I know. That’s why I’m goin’ to California.”

“I can’t take you.”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re under age and I’d get in trouble for transportin’ a minor across state lines.”

“I’m still a virgin.”

“Whoa girl. I don’t even want to talk about that kind of thing with a minor.”

“Think about it mister. If the cops or the feds or the navy chase us down, I can show them my hymen and they’d know you didn’t molest me.”

“Yeah, well that’s just one way of gettin’ in trouble. There’s other ways too.”

“You mean like blow-jobs and stuff.”

“Hey. I told you not to talk about sex stuff with me.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry. But if not sex stuff, how can you get in trouble?”

“Well let’s start with kidnapping.”

“But you didn’t kidnap me and believe me, if you knew where I came from; ransom is completely out of the question. Even the cops could figure that one out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m trailer trash. My Ma does other peoples laundry just to be able to stay in her little trailer.”

“Where’s your Pa?”

“His liver gave out.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. He died with a smile on his face, drunk as a skunk and that’s exactly how he wanted to go. So don’t be sorry. He was one of the lucky ones.”

“But he left you and your Ma high and dry.”

“Nah. I don’t see it that way. See, he wasn’t my real Pa. Ma just shacked up with him so’s she could get enough from his paycheck to buy some food.”

“How’d you guys eat after he died?”

“Ma blows the grocery store guy two, three times a month.”

“How do you know that?”

“See. Got ya talkin’ ’bout sex, huh?”

“Well yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve seen more in my seventeen years, eleven months and twenty-five days, then most see by the time they’re forty.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mister, where I’m from, all my friends started havin’ sex when they were young. Too young.”

“What kept you celibate?”

“Oh good. A man who knows words.”

“Celibate? Everybody knows celibate.”

“Not where I come from. Most folks have trouble spellin’ Wal-Mart.”

“Well anyway. I’m gonna drop you off when I get fuel in about an hour.”

“NO!” She practically started cryin’. “Please mister. I got to get to California by the twenty-second.”

“Jeez child…”

“I ain’t no child. I’m old enough to join up and go shoot people. I ain’t no child. Please,” she pleaded. “Please. I got to get there. You’re my only hope.”

“Look. I don’t know you. I don’t owe you. I could get in serious trouble. I’m sellin’ these trailers, and then I’m drivin’ up to Oregon to sell my rig. After that, I’m headin’ to Canada. I don’t want no trouble in what few weeks I got left to work. I just want out.”

“Wow. And I thought I was runnin’ away.”

“You might be, but I’m not. I’m retirin’. I’m retirin’ with no marks against me. Especially one that involves an underage runaway.”

“Jeez. You make this accidental meeting seem like some sinister Republican plot against, Gaziantep Emek Escort I don’t know, somethin’. Look. Would it help if we call my Ma and tell her I’m okay?”

“Oh, we’re gonna’ call your Ma all right. We’ll call as soon as we get to the fuel-stop.”

“Okay. In the meantime, I caught her twice.”

“Huh?”

“You asked me how I know Ma does the grocery guy. I caught her twice. She don’t know I caught her, but I saw her through the window of the trailer when I came home from the library early.”

“The library?”

“Yeah. I had a job there until last week. They had to let all but two of us go and the two they kept had kids to feed, so I don’t feel too bad, but now I got no job and no way to get information from the internet.”

“Don’t you have cable?”

“Your not listening mister. I told you, my Ma blows the grocery guy just so’s we can eat. I don’t want to live with her if she has to do that just to feed me. I’d rather make it on my own. Then, if she has to do that to feed herself, at least I won’t feel guilty ’bout it.”

“Hah. You know what I think? I think that’s your excuse to get out on your own and not feel guilty.”

“Yeah. There’s that too.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I’ll grant ya, the gettin’ out part sure appeals to me.”

“Sit tight a sec. I’m gonna’ listen to the weather talk on the two-way.”

“Okay. Can I have a bit more coffee? It sure helped.”

“Sure. Help yourself. I can make more if I need some later.”

I listened to the other drivers tell about the road conditions out about fifty plus miles from where I was. It seems a big storm was headin’ our way fast.

“You can’t…”

“Shhh,” I shushed her.

I listened a bit more and finally had heard enough to know I was gonna’ have to find a place to pull over before the fuel-stop.

“Okay. What was it you were sayin’?”

“I said, you can’t leave me at the fuel place if it’s gonna be as cold and snowy as they say.”

“That’s right.”

“What’s right.”

“I can’t leave you there.”

“Oh good.”

“I can’t leave you there ’cause we’re not even gonna make it there. Storm’s comin’ too fast.”

“Oh. Are we in trouble?”

“Not at all. Been through worse than this many times.”

“Do you have any food?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“This mornin’. I had a banana.”

“That’s it? You mean that’s all you ate all day?”

“Ain’t no peach trees out where you found me.”

“That’s for sure. How you gonna make it to California without eatin’?”

“I got money.”

“Yeah. How much?”

“Eleven dollars.”

“Eleven dollars? Girl that don’t buy nothin’ anymore.”

“I know. But I got a CD if I need more.”

“A CD?”

“Yeah. Remember, I used to work.”

“Pardon my askin’, but how’s a trailer trash little girl like you got a CD?”

“I told you, I used to work at the library. To get out of the trailer, I’d go in when it opened and stay ’til it closed, even if I wasn’t workin’.”

“Jeez. I’m impressed. I’m truly impressed.” I thought for a minute then added; “I thought I was done bein’ surprised and all, but you little one, you take the cake. A CD. Who’d a thunk?”

“So, will you take me with you?”

“We’ll call your Ma in the mornin’. If she says it’s okay, I guess it’s okay.”

“Oh my god, I love you,” she gushed. She squeezed her eyes shut and made fists of her hands and repeated over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I couldn’t help but smile inside. It was only then I realized how important this bein’ in California was to her.

“Listen. I’m gonna pull over now. We need to wait out the storm. It will probably last all night. We’ll sleep and get an early start at first light, that’s assumin’ the roads will be passable.”

“Where we gonna sleep?”

“In the cabin.”

“In the cabin. Are you kiddin’, there ain’t no room up here but two chairs worth.”

“Not up here. Behind you where you got the coffee.”

“There ain’t nothin’ back there.”

I pulled over at a turnout and shut the rig down. Then, I turned on the cabin’s light.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “It’s as big as my trailer.”

“I doubt that,” I offered.

“No seriously, you could live in this cab for years.”

“I have been. Well at least while I was on the road.”

“Where do you pee and poop?”

“In the commode.”

“Well don’t that beat all? Speakin’ a which, I gotta get rid of some of this coffee soon or I’ll wet the bed.”

“Sit tight for just a minute and I’ll set it up for you.”

“Are you gonna be back there with me when I pee?”

“No, I’ll stay up here, just like you’ll do when I pee.”

“Okay. That sounds polite and all.”

I set everything up for her and then moved back to the driver’s seat. When she peed I tried not to listen, but in the close quarters it was hard not to hear the stream hitting the commode. I felt a bit flustered that she knew I could hear, but there was not much I could do about it.

“Your turn,” she said as she climbed back into her seat. “Oh,” she added, “do you have a shirt or something a bit warmer I could wear? I want to get out of my clothes or I’ll start to smell in a day or two.”

“Sure enough,” I answered as I reached into my traveler’s chest and got her a flannel shirt to wear. “Here, wear this. It will keep you warm and the sleeping bag will do the rest.”

“Thanks.”

I unzipped and let go with an overdue pee straight into the commode.

“Damn,” she said. “Sounds like a fire hose lettin’ loose.”

“Very funny,” I said. “You should a heard your stream.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I doubt I made any more noise than a garden hose. You sound like a rushing river, overflowing its banks.”

“Now get back here,” I said zipping up. “This,” I continued, pointing at the sleeping bag on the ledge is where you’ll sleep. I’ll sleep here.”

“Can’t we sleep side by side? What if it gets really cold?”

“I doubt it will get so cold the shirt and the bag won’t be enough to keep you warm. But, if you get cold just wake me and we’ll figure somethin’ out.”

“Okay,” she said, crawlin’ into her bag. “Nighty night.”

“Pleasant dreams,” I said, as I turned out the lights, undressed and crawled into my own bag.

I don’t know why, but I felt a sense of peace come over me. I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be at this moment and place in time. An hour later and well into my sleep, I felt her roll off the ledge and lodge herself up against my bag. I didn’t say anything and went back to sleep.

FOR PURPLE MOUNTAIN’S MAJESTY

I woke first.

The snow had stopped falling, but it covered the highway as far as I could see and was deep. I’d be safer if I waited for the plow to come by. So, I turned on the engine, the heater and the defroster. I made coffee and got some hardboiled eggs, fruit and croissants out. I was ravenous and I knew when, hey, it dawned on me I didn’t know the hitcher’s name but I knew she too would be ravenous when she woke. Well I’d ask her name when she got up.

I had to take a wicked pee, but with her back there, I figured I’d just step outside and let go.

I walked to the side of the highway and looked down the several hundred feet over the side of the cliff. Everything was covered in snow and so quiet, I though I was standing in a picture.

I peed and climbed back into the rig. What’s her name was sitting in the passenger seat when I got back up.

“You’re awake.”

“I woke up when the cold air came into the cab.”

“Oh. Couldn’t be helped. I had to go outside for a minute.”

“I saw you.”

“So.”

“I know. Ain’t no biggie.”

“Thanks.”

“No silly. I didn’t mean I saw your thing. I meant I saw you pee over the side of the road over there.”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Ever body’s got to go. I went while you were lookin’ off down the highway. What’s the verdict?”

“I figure we’ll be here ’bout an hour for they get the road cleared. May as well have a bite to eat.”

“Thanks. I’m ravenous. Can I give you some money?”

“No. You keep it so when we get to the fuel-stop; you’ll have somethin’ to get you back home.”

She scrunched her whole body up into the seat when I mentioned home. Sort of like she was trying to hide from the whole idea. But I still didn’t fancy takin’ her to California.

I poured two cups of coffee and made plates for her and me. She just looked at the food and coffee like it was some kinda’ last meal or something. I started to feel a bit bad, but I wasn’t convinced I should even call her Ma to straighten things out.

“Eat,” I said.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You were ravenous a moment ago.”

“Yeah? Well you killed my appetite.”

“Listen. I don’t want to argue. If it makes you feel better, I’ll call yer Ma. But I ain’t makin’ no promises.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

She smiled, and then grabbed the plate and cup of coffee while turning her whole body away from me to look out the passenger’s window. I thought I heard her whimper softly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Now I wouldn’t be tellin’ this story if I called her Ma and then dropped her off, would I? Huh-uh. I called her Ma, got a go-ahead (frankly, I think her Ma was a bit relieved, both that I called and that her daughter was going on a trip) and gave her the news.

She jumped up on me, hugged me with more strength then I thought her little body could possibly muster, and cried for about six or seven minutes. Finally she got too heavy for me to hold onto and I set her gently back on the ground.

“Let’s go,” I said. “We got a lot a ground to make up ‘fore the day is over.”

“Oh my god,” she shouted. “I’m goin’ to California. Earth Day, here I come.”

I stocked up on food and water, fueled up, bought a jacket for my co-pilot (she now said she was gonna be my co-pilot) and off we went.

From Massachusetts to Chicago took three days. The late snow kept us movin’ slow ’til we hit Iowa. There, the skies cleared and I was off to the races. I had two days to make San Francisco so we could be there on Earth Day. I decided to take I-80 West the whole way as that would be the straightest line with the fewest mountain passes.

As we passed through Western Nebraska and approached the Colorado Wyoming border, the purple mountains of Katherine Bates immortal “America the Beautiful” began to appear on the horizon.

“Oh my god,” my co-pilot whispered. “Will you look at that? I hadn’t a clue what the song meant until this very moment.” She turned to see I had moisture at the edges of my eyes. “You’re cryin’?”

“Not hardly.”

“Yes you are. You’re cryin.”

“Listen little miss know it all, I’m not cryin’. I’m always this way when I cross the plains and come to the mountains. It moves me. Here,” I said as I switched on the CD player. “Listen.”

Ray Charles rendition of America the Beautiful began to play. As the song progressed she joined in and amazed me, as she had the most beautiful controlled voice I’d ever heard live. I was stunned.

“Where’d you learn to sing like that?”

“At the library. When I was little…”

“You’re still little.”

“Very funny. As I was sayin’, when I was little, I sang with the grown ups in the church choir. I loved it. So one day, at the library, I was puttin’ some old records away when I came across some recordings of Puccini and Biset. From then on, anytime I read or surfed the net, I’d put my earphones on and listen to these great singers and then I’d try to mimic them later.”

“I have Carmen.”

“You’re kiddin?”

“Nope, open the box under your feet and you’ll see I have quite an eclectic mix of music.”

“Number two.”

“Number two what?”

“That’s the second word you’ve surprised me with in the last three days.”

“What? Eclectic?”

“Yup. You see, out where I lived people just don’t talk like that.”

“How do they communicate?”

“Grunting.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny. I’m sure you had educated people where you lived.”

“Not many. Most of those were older like you. Some were probably old enough to be your mother or father. I liked them the best.”

“Why?”

“They had great stories to tell about the depression, the Second World War, the rapid development of our interstate highway system…”

“Now hold on. I doubt they talked about the highway system.”

“Nah. I just through that in to see if you were payin’ attention.”

“Well I am and I was. So please, cut me some slack.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s listen to the news. I want to see how the cleanup is goin’ in the Dakotas and Oklahoma.”

“Yeah. Huh. That’s what Earth Day is all about.”

“Well, if you won’t feel insulted, I’d say it’s about a whole lot more than that.”

“Such as?”

“Well for one thing, I think it’s about recognizing the connection we all have to the planet. For another, I’m sure, for me at least, it’s a reminder of how much of our planet’s resources we consume in our everyday lives.”

“I knew when you didn’t want to talk about sex stuff, that you were a good man.”

“What’s that got to do with Earth Day?”

“Only good people celebrate and pay tribute to their host. Mother Earth is our host and she should be celebrated everyday.”

“What are you, a tree hugger?”

“Might be. Just might be.”

“But you’re so young to think like this.”

“Don’t you mean so young to think?”

“No. A lot of young people think. But you seem to think about important things.”

“You mean I think about things that are important to you.”

“Well yeah. Usually when someone says something is important, they are referring to their subjective view of existence.”

“Hey. Guess what?”

“What?”

“You and I are very much alike.”

“I doubt that.”

“No, listen. You like opera, I like opera. You like trees, I like trees.”

“Wait a minute, how do you know I like trees?”

“I just know. Anyway, as I was sayin’, I get this vibe, like I’m where I should be at this place in time.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“I had that exact same thought the first morning you were with me, when I woke up and saw the snow on the highway. I thought, even if it was just for that little bit of time, all was right with my world.”

“That’s ’cause you chose to pick me up and not pass me by.”

“I couldn’t leave someone stranded by the roadside during a snow fall, especially with as little as you were wearing.”

“See. That’s exactly why I said you were a good man. Do you know how many cars and trucks passed me before you stopped?”

“I don’t know, a couple.”

“A couple? More like a couple hundred.”

“You’re kiddin’?”

“Nope. And what’s sadder is, I almost gave up hope, but I knew, if I could just hold out for another hour, the universe would send me a white knight. And you know what?”

“What?”

“That’s the exact moment I saw your rig come round the bend.”

“Serendipity.”

“That’s number three.”

“Number three? Oh yeah. I forgot. Where you come from people can’t even spell lactobacillus.”

“Damn. I can’t even spell that. Lacto what?”

“You know, bacterium. The stuff that sours milk.”

“Show-off.”

“Yup. That’s me. A dyed-in-the-wool showoff.”

“Hey. Guess what.”

“What?”

“Look at the time,” she said pointing to the dash clock.

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