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Monday morning dawned heralding a bright and sunny forecast. The early morning storm had passed leaving puddles and a clean, fresh smell to the air. Pete awoke to it feeling dirty and worse for the wear. His body lay evidence to the sexual assault Samantha had committed during the dark hours of the night. His foreskin felt somewhat chaffed and numerous welts covered a reddened ass cheek. His semen stained sheets sat bundled in the corner of his bedroom and books he kept on his headboard had fallen to the floor. When he glimpsed at himself in the mirror his hair looked like hell and he thought he could see where Samantha had spit on his face.

Pete knew Rebecca and Samantha were meant to make the 45 minute trip back to their college in the city some time that morning. They were heading back later rather than earlier in order to avoid the morning rush. It was a pedagogical day for Pete which meant he would have the house to himself once everyone left. He contemplated staying in his bedroom, waiting for them to leave, but was feeling too dirty and desperately wanted to take a shower. He gathered his courage and made his way downstairs wearing track pants and a t-shirt. He carried his sheets with him for the wash. As luck would have it, Pete found the house empty, no sounds of voices or footfalls to be heard. His parents were already long gone to work. From the morning dishes and shoes left by the door he imagined the girls still asleep in Rebecca’s attic bedroom.

After a quick shower Pete decided to have breakfast. He grabbed a couple of cereal bars and brewed an instant coffee with the intention of making a run for it if he heard any signs of the girls getting up. When he pulled out his favourite coffee mug he found a folded piece of paper inside it. It was a note from Maggie, his step-mother. At first he was reluctant to read it. Part of Samantha’s humiliation scheme earlier that night included stuffing one of Maggie’s g-strings up her pussy. She had retrieved it out of the hamper and made Pete pull it out forcing him to place it over his head as she molested him. Pete had then been caught naked trying to return the g-string to the hamper by Maggie herself. It was an awkward and embarrassing moment. He stared at the note and let out a long sigh before unfolding the small piece of paper. It read:

“Peter, honestly! I mean honestly, Peter! I don’t know how long this has been going on or what you do with my panties, but it has to stop. I’m not angry and I promise not to tell anyone about last night. You know that I know that you and Katrina haven’t yet consummated your relationship. I can only imagine how being an eighteen year old virgin boy can be, well, frustrating. If you have a panty fetish maybe that’s something you and Katrina should discuss together. If you want to discuss it with me that’s fine too. Maybe we can all go shopping for panties together – ha ha. See, I told you I wasn’t angry. If you’re embarrassed, (em-bare-assed?), about me seeing you naked, don’t be. Seems to me like father like son, get it – ha ha. Why don’t you make it up to me and move all of the bags of soil from the garage to the greenhouse. I’ll be home at around 6:45. Please don’t raid my panty drawer unless you really need to – ha ha. Oh yes, before I forget – you’re father will be gone for another couple of days on business – c’est la vie I suppose.”

Pete crumpled the message in his hand as he hung his head in defeat. He knew he could never truthfully explain why he was holding his step-mother’s unmentionables and had to resign to her thinking he had some kind of panty fetish. He grabbed his sneakers and made his way to the garage to start moving bags of dirt to the greenhouse.

Pete loaded several bags at a time into a wheelbarrow and carted them up the greenhouse. As he unloaded the bags of dirt he could not help but mull over what had happened late last night. He saw himself at a distance in his mind’s eye, on his side with Samantha lording over him. Though his eyes were shut with Maggie’s g-string wrapped around his head he could distinstinctly see a look of shame on his face. When he remembered Katrina’s portrait staring at him throughout the ordeal and the way Rebecca looked earlier that day his shame magnified, emasculating and belittling his self esteem in the process. Pete unloaded the last bag of dirt feeling foolish and angry with himself. Samantha, he thought, had certainly accomplished what she had set out to do.

The chore Maggie had given him took longer than he thought and was feeling very thirsty when he had finished. He made his way back to the house for refreshment completely forgetting about the girls inside and, of course, bumped into Samantha on her way out the front door. Not one to be shy, Samantha broke the ice first.

“How’re you feeling today, Pete?” Samantha asked with a subtle, wry grin and knowing look on her face.

“A little worse for the wear,” Pete replied staring at the ground, shuffling his feet, unable to face her directly. “Where’s Rebecca?” he asked the undeclared war izle wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Packing our stuff into the car. Oh, here she is now,” Samantha answered.

An immediate silence fell between Rebecca and Pete, each ill at ease in the other’s presence. Samantha took that as her queue to leave them alone. With trouble looking each other in the eye, Pete decided he should be the one to speak first.

“Listen, Rebecca, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I don’t know what I was thinking. I really feel ashamed of myself. I understand if you don’t forgive me, but if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you let me know,” Pete said earnestly.

“Just don’t tell my mother,” was all Rebecca answered. Pete knew by her tone and eyes that she was dead serious and made her a solemn promise not to tell a soul. Rebecca accepted his promise not with words, but with a hug. The simple act of hugging her step-brother spoke volumes to each of them. Up until that point Pete and Rebecca harboured a deep unspoken dislike for one another. Pete’s sincerity and Rebecca’s affection showed sides of themselves neither had ever seen in the other before. Neither Rebecca nor Pete could deny a milestone in their relationship had been passed. Upon releasing Pete she whispered a “thank you” and smiled. As Rebecca made her way to her car she turned on her heels still smiling and grabbed Pete’s package through his track pants.

“I was fuckin’ serious when I said I’d rip your dick off and shove it down your throat,” Rebecca reminded him. Her mannerism was not menacing, but playful, though given her reputation it was unwise to scoff at her. A startled Pete reassured her and she gave him a kiss on the lips that lingered a little longer than either one expected. The last Pete saw of Samantha and Rebecca as they pulled away was Samantha giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss.

Once inside the house Pete paused and reflected on the kiss Rebecca had given him. “What the hell was that?” he asked himself aloud. Pete now actually felt sad the duo had left, but also relieved. Rebecca’s forgiveness had revitalized his spirits to a surprising degree when he suddenly realized he was all alone in the house. “Now that I have the place to myself I can get some homework done. I can blast my music as loud as I want to. I can skim the liquor cabinet. I can walk around nude!” he thought to himself. He carried out the last three.

After getting in his kicks thoroughly enjoying all three activities he decided to phone his girlfriend, Katrina.

“Hey baby, I got’s me here a shower with our names all over it if you know what I mean, he he he,” Pete said as soon as he heard Katrina answer on the other end.

“I’m doing my algebra assignment right now, Sugar, and, and are you drunk?” Katrina enquired with a tone of concern.

“No, of course not,” Pete replied defensively. “I’m standing here on this gorgeous day with a barbecue, a private beach, and a pool table in the basement all by myself. I should be standing here with the prettiest girl in the world, but Jenny said she couldn’t make it so why don’t you come over?” he continued, chuckling, a bottle of scotch in his hand.

Katrina gasped in mock shock at the mention of Jenny, the town slut. “I’ll tell you what, Sugar, I’ll be over as soon as I finish my algebra homework and please don’t drink anymore, o.k., love you,” Katrina answered.

“Algebra shmalgebra, x plus y equals me and you, baby. I’ll be barbequing us some lunch when you get here. Love you too…Jenny, I mean Katrina,” Pete joked as he put down the receiver taking one last swig of his father’s imported scotch.

Katrina arrived at Pete’s around noon on her bicycle. The scene she lay witness to as she approached the house took the wind out of her sails. Pete stood by the barbeque on the front porch completely naked except for a pair of sandals and an apron that read, “kiss the cook”.

“Have you gone mad? Just how drunk are you?” Katrina asked in disbelief at Pete’s new found cavalier sense of dress.

“Relax, no one’s gonna see me except you. I thought I’d surprise you and by the look on your face I’d say mission accomplished. Why don’t you join me and get down to your bare essentials?” Pete asked.

“Pete, I’m not getting naked and I want you to put on at least a pair of shorts. You’re weirding me out, Sugar,” Katrina said with a tone of unease.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go put on some shorts. I guess we won’t have naked fun together. Take over the barbee for me while I go change into something ‘less’ comfortable,” Pete responded dejectedly.

Katrina took over the barbecue secretly laughing at the situation. She stopped laughing when she saw Pete’s reddened butt cheek. When he returned wearing a pair of cargo shorts she asked him what happened to his ass. Pete panicked for a split second, but recovered quickly constructing a story of how he thought the watcher izle it must be the result of him falling off his bicycle on the way back home from her place the other night. Katrina asked him if he put medication on it. He lied and said yes and that it wasn’t bothering him in the least – an even bigger lie. After they ate Pete asked her if she brought her bathing suite. He wanted them to take up some sun on the small stretch of beach that made up part of the property.

“Of course, you can always ditch the bathing suite and go au naturel,” Pete said.

“We’ll see,” was all Katrina answered. She reminded Pete not to forget the sun block and beach towel.

Pete and Katrina made their way down to the beach in their bathing suits and began taking turns applying sun block to one another’s body. It didn’t take long for the activity to veer towards the sexual. The warmth of the afternoon sun, the sound and smell of the ocean, and a light breeze all converged heightening the sensuality of the corporeal act. Katrina began massaging the lotion onto Pete’s back. She soon straddled her lover’s waist and kneaded his flesh with tender affection. The drowsy moans he sounded let her know her efforts were not going unappreciated. The sensuality and romance of massaging Pete on the beach provoked Katrina’s mood. After his back and arms were coated with sun block Katrina turned her attention to his legs. Kneeling in between his legs she made her way up to the hem of his swim trunks where she formulated an idea.

“Why don’t you take your swim trunks off so I can see the bump you took when you fell off your bike? I’ll add some sun block to your cutey patooty while I’m at it if that’s o.k.?” Katrina asked. Pete simply smiled and stood to remove his trunks. Katrina, still kneeling, ran her fingers along his leg and bit her bottom lip when he uncovered his penis. Once Pete resumed his position on his stomach Katrina squirted lotion on both his cheeks and began a grabbing, kneading motion. She had to admit, Pete’s patooty certainly was a cutey. Faint blond hair sparsely covered each bun, a small patch of which collected at the base of his back. Luckily for Pete, Samantha administered more than one hard slap to his ass the night before. The result didn’t look like a definite hand print, but a rather shapeless red tattoo easily passed off as a fall to the kiester. After a prolonged enjoyment of Pete’s butt Katrina asked him to turn over.

Before adding any lotion, Katrina crawled up to Pete and gave him a long wet kiss. She then threw her long dark hair over her head in order to run it down along Pete’s chest and abdomen. Slowly and methodically Katrina rubbed lotion all over her lover’s body while avoiding his hard-on. Pete just lay there with arms by his side and legs splayed savouring the experience. When it was finally time to coat Pete’s pecker with sun block, Katrina coated her hands with the lotion, placed both hands on the throbbing muscle, and began a slow up-and-down, squeeze and release motion. When she wasn’t overlapping one hand with the other as they travelled up and down the length of his shaft, she was gently caressing Pete’s balls with her lotion covered hands. After a short while Pete warned her to stop or else he would cum. He offered to do her next, but not before she continued massaging his cock for another couple of minutes.

When it was her turn, Pete told Katrina she looked sexy in her two-piece swimsuit, but if she wanted the same treatment it would have to go. Katrina hesitated and looked around the expanse of the beach even though she knew they were completely alone. Caught up in the moment, Katrina shed her swim suite, but stood covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, blushing heavily. Pete gave her a friendly laugh and told her to lie down on her stomach. Pete indulged himself much in the same way Katrina did. Katrina moaned drowsily just as Pete had. He took equal pleasure when he reached her buttocks. He gave her right buttock a playful slap and examined the small birthmark on her right butt cheek.

“The birthmark on your ass looks like a silhouette of that rabbit from the ceral commercials. You know which one I mean. The one who never gets to eat his own cereal and is told how silly he is everytime he fails,” Pete said.

“It does not!” Katrina shot out in protest looking over her shoulder with a frown trying to look at Pete and her butt cheek.

“O.K., whatever you say miss Moretti, but remember silly rabbit, Katrinas are for Petes!” Pete joked knowing it would provoke a reaction from his girlfriend.

“You’re incorrigible,” Katrina scolded poutily while turning over onto her back. “Now make it up to me,” she added with a grin holding out the bottle of sun block. Pete grabbed the bottle and paused to read the instructions on the back.

“Uh oh, Katrina! Looks like you skipped a step with this sun block. It says here before applying lotion to skin the body must be coated with a primer of kisses,” the watchful eye izle Pete said feigning consternation. Katrina giggled as he set the bottle aside and began kissing her feet. Pete found Katrina irresistible. Her normally dark complexion had bronzed over the summer and the tan lines that formed made her breasts and pubic region jump out sharply in contrast. As Pete made his way up her long slender legs he skipped her womanhood and indulged in kissing her taut belly. He dragged his tongue from just above her soft curls to over her navel. Katrina moaned in delight and whimpered when he made his way to her small, pert, upturned breasts.

While suckling his lover’s hardened, puffy nipples, Pete slid his hand down onto Katrina’s soft folds. Katrina involuntarily heaved her chest forward and widened her thighs while gasping in reaction. Pete had his index and middle finger running along the length of Katrina’s slit, hooking them inside her as he slid them down and pinching her clit in between the two digits on his way back up. In the throws of passion Katrina grabbed onto Pete’s shoulder, dug her nails into his flesh, and gently bit his upper arm. As the ocean waves crested and crashed on the beach so too did the erotic warmth now flowing over Katrina. She forcefully gripped Pete’s probing hand as she writhed and bucked her hips. Pete hummed along side Katrina’s whimpering and moaning as he felt her hot juices swell forth from her trembling sex. Her entire body buckled and arched upwards under the force of a powerful orgasm. “Oh my God! Petey, Oh…Oh…Oh!” Katrina yelled in ecstasy. She collapsed back down onto the towel, a warm smile and heavy eyelids signalling her satisfaction.

Pete reached for the bottle of sun block and proceeded to cover her body as promised. When he had finished he asked Katrina if she knew what the number 69 signified. Katrina responded that she wasn’t that innocent and that, yes, she knew what it meant. She told him if he wanted to try it out she’d oblige him.

“Do you have one of those flavoured condoms on hand?” Pete asked guessing that the only reason she would consent to give him a blow job was if she didn’t have to take his load in her mouth.

“No, but I still want to try it so long as you let me know before you cum so I can aim it away from me,” Katrina answered.

Pete lay on his back waiting in anticipation to taste the sweet nectar of his girlfriend’s honey pot. Cunnilingus was a new passion he had discovered when he first tried it with her in her shower the night before. An anxious Katrina climbed over him and grabbed his throbbing cock in her hand. Their lotion covered bodies glistened in the noonday sun. Katrina still felt unsure over how to go about pleasing her partner orally, but had secretly downloaded “better sex” manuals off the internet the other night after Pete had left her house and her mother had gone to bed. It was time to put theory into practice. She grabbed a corner of the beach towel they lay on to wipe the lotion off Pete’s dick. Simultaneously, each one’s tongues took tentative stabs at their respective tasks.

Katrina’s tongue flicked and swirled around the head of Pete’s thick glans. She opened wide to take what length of his shaft she could. Everytime she pulled her head back her cheeks hollowed in reaction to the literal sucking she was administering. “Wow, that feels great, baby, don’t stop now,” moaned Pete in eager appreciation. Encouraged, Katrina persisted with a sense of determination. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft making a point to pull back every now and then to attack his balls while jerking him off. Her research was paying dividends. Pete couldn’t help but lift his hips trying to thrust up into her hungry mouth. Much to her surprise, Katrina was actually enjoying sucking her partner off. There was something about the intimacy of having Pete’s hard phallus in her hands and mouth that scratched an itch she never realized existed before. The brevity and clumsiness of her initial experience in the shower the other night did not prepare her for the rewards yeilded by a focused deliberation.

Meanwhile, Pete was too energized to cum prematurely as he did in the shower with Katrina or as he nearly did when Samantha had deep throated him the other night. His mind lie entirely in drinking up the musky sex of his lover. As he traced each fold with the tip of his tongue he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. It didn’t take long before he pried her petals open with his fingers, propelling his tongue inside her neon pink pussy. With his tongue penetrating her, he began sealing his lips around her quivering mound and sucking as he would a slice of lemon after taking a shot of tequila. His tongue would exit Katrina’s tunnel every so often and flick her distended clitoris. It didn’t take long before Pete became lost in his own lust. For Pete, his entire being was floating in a velvety pink paradise. Alongside his growling moans he impulsively and vigorously shook his head trying to burrow deeper inside Katrina’s juicy cunt. He didn’t even realize he had begun involuntarily circling Katrina’s asshole with his thumb while pawing her ass cheek in his hand. Katrina noticed it right away. Contrary to how she felt about anal sex she did not stop him, the sensation only drove her surging path towards climax on a rip roaringly wilder course.

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“I guess we need to talk, little brother,” I began.

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

I pulled the bottle of Coke out from behind my back and held it out, and stuck my other hand on my hip. I was wearing jeans and a loose top, my hair still a frizzy mess from my sleep.

I had knocked on his door and I was still standing in the doorway to his bedroom as I confronted him about the note he had left on my dresser.

It had been about a week since I had bribed him with, among other things, a bottle of Coke, into letting me watch him masturbate all the way to the end. Since that time we hadn’t spoken about it, not since I had thanked him and tried to ease his embarrassment as he fumbled to get his pants back up; we hadn’t spoken since about the private sexual act he had shown to me.

In fact, we both seemed to be gradually relaxing back into our normal brother-sister relationship, until I found a similar collection of “bribes” on my own dresser this morning, along with a note that asked if I wanted to go “double or nothing.” That was the phrase I had used that day in the woods as I searched for the words to speak my naughty little wish to him.

When I saw those same words on the note he had left for me this morning, what immediately entered my mind was that he wanted to watch me do to myself what a lady does not speak of. That little fucking pervert! He wanted to watch me pleasure myself.

I was surprised enough, and reluctant enough, back on that day when I got to watch him do it for me, about the fact that he had asked me to drop my own pants at least enough so that he could look at me there. And let me tell you, as aroused as I was watching the second man in one day pleasuring his own hard penis right in front of me — one secretly and one openly — as aroused as I was by those things, I had said to myself then as I was saying it to myself now, this little train does not go both ways. I had pulled down my jeans and my panties and I had eventually spread my knees apart for him for a good indecent view of me, but I would not — could not — let someone watch me do that with my fingers. Not any man, much less my own younger brother.

And I was so fucking worked up that day, watching him give himself an orgasm for me, that it took every fiber in my being to keep my promise to my own privacy and not put my fingers down there and give myself release then and there. No. No. And No.

“I’m not doing ‘it’ for you, if that’s what this means.” I wiggled the Coke bottle at him for emphasis.

He gave me a hurt look. I fumbled on, not wanting to hurt his feelings too bad.

“Listen, Jordan, I told you it was amazing what you showed me that day. It was incredible of you to let me watch you do such a beautiful thing. I’ll say the same thing I said then, ‘thank you.’ Truly. But I just…”

“No, sis, it’s not like that.”

“Don’t interrupt me. I let you look at me that one time just because, I don’t know, it seemed only fair. But there’s no way that I could…”

“I’m trying to tell you it’s not…”

“Ok, then what is it like? You don’t want to watch me actually do it, then what? You just want to look again? Because I don’t…”

“No. No, sis.” His voice was an odd combination of soothing and pleading that I didn’t usually get from him. Now I had to know at least what it was he was trying to say. I would listen. Yes, I would listen to his horny male fantasy, and then tell him “no.”

“Ok, taksim escort I’m listening. What did you mean by ‘double or nothing’?”

He took a deep breath and I could see him clench his fists like he was struggling to get something out. Heartlessly, I stepped toward where he sat on his unmade bed and jabbed at his ribs with the Coke bottle. “What? Tell me! I want to know right now!”

He made me stop, and then he paused, summoning his courage. I knew this was important for him and there was nothing else to do. I waited.

“I… I … I want to do it again, just like we did before.”

Surprise of surprises! Those words hung between us for a moment as he slowly found the courage to look up in my eyes.

This was not what I had expected. I naturally assumed that my little brother, having put on an unspeakably naughty display of brazenly stroking his naked member while his big sister watched, touching his engorged flesh in front of me until he spilled his seed before me on the ground there in the woods, now wanted me to return the forbidden favor, and let him watch me pull down my pants and make myself come in front of him as he watched. That was the thing I was there to tell him I could never, ever do.

It never would have occurred to me that this was not his request. Instead, he was offering me a bribe in order to get me to consent to watching him again while he wickedly brought himself to another climax.

Little brother!

We may be able to reach an accord here.

It was then that I really noticed for the first time what he was wearing. A white cotton t-shirt and a pair of red running shorts with white piping around the seams and a great big bulge in the crotch.

Well, I guess it wasn’t the shorts so much as my little brother that had the great big bulge in the crotch.

Finally, I let out the breath that I discovered I had been holding, and flashed him my best smile. “Jordan, you don’t ever have to bribe me if you like to have me watch you that way. Well, as long as no one else is around,” I giggled.

It took a moment for this to sink in, and then: “Whew,” he said. “I didn’t know if you might freak out on me when I told you.”

“What? Don’t be silly, little boy. Come on,” I gestured, “let’s go out on the deck. I want you to do it there, and after I watch you, we can smoke this joint together. ” I paused, watching for his reaction. “I don’t want you to smoke it beforehand because it might, you know…” I gestured at the obvious tent in his shorts. I stifled another giggle.

I knew from many times laying out in a bikini on the deck that we had complete privacy there, assured by the angle of our house and the woods that nearly surrounded our yard. If anyone came around, we would hear them long before they could see us.

I didn’t wait for his answer but instead, turning and walking with a little extra wiggle in my backside, I headed toward the deck. As we passed through the kitchen, I thought about asking him if he wanted to bring a tissue to catch himself in, but then I remembered how especially dirty it was to see that one man shoot his semen on himself and just leave it there, and I kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to mention it if he wasn’t.

When we got to the sliding door for the deck, I realized that my brother had left his shirt behind and was now walking along in only the running shorts. We stepped out into the late topkapı escort morning sunshine and he chose one lounge chair and I took the other, turning it around so that it was facing his, and sliding it up so that I would be closer to the action.

We both took our positions and settled in.

“Now, first off, one thing,” he started. “Same deal as before, we both drop our pants on the count of three.”

There he goes again, wanting to look at my pretty little girl privates! While at first I had thought, “what perverted brother wants to see his sister’s bits?” it was dawning on me now that the better question was, “what man wouldn’t want to see what I’m hiding in my jeans?” Oh well, one good pervert deserves another, and I had agreed before that it was only fair.

I looked at him with more confidence than I felt and said “yep, same deal.”

“Okay,” and he hesitated, as though for one last fleeting moment he wasn’t completely convinced that he should bare himself to me and do that most intimate thing to himself while I sat there in front of him and watched it. Then he looked straight at me with steely resolve. “One,” he brought his hands to the waistband of his shorts. I fumbled quickly to tug open the button on my jeans. “Two,” he raised his butt up off of the lounge chair and looked across at me as I pulled down my zipper and did the same. “Three!” A rustle of fiber as two young siblings simultaneously thrust their lower garments to their knees, leaving their genitals exposed to each other and to the open air. His naked crotch, of course, was facing out toward the back yard and the woods and beyond, while mine at least had the relative privacy of only facing toward him and the house.

As he had been the first time he exposed himself to me, he was already fully erect, and he sat there for a moment with his hands on the tops of his shorts and his obscenely aroused penis waving slightly above his belly. Then he drew up his knees and pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and threw them away back toward the kitchen door.

I was now staring at my completely naked, completely aroused and erect younger brother, outside on the deck in our back yard, while our parents were away at work, completely unaware of this little mutual naked display we were sharing.

Once naked, he brought his hand to his penis and, fixing his eyes on the place between my legs that I had opened for him, he gripped himself exactly as he had done before and began to stimulate that little spot where the skin bunched together under his head.

He let his other head roll back on his shoulders as he settled into a rhythm and let the sensations roll over him. His hips moved up from the seat and he seemed already to be very aroused. Then he slowed down the motion of his hand and appeared to regain control, returning his gaze to my middle. Remembering something he had asked me for before, I tugged up at the bottom of my shirt. I wanted so badly to give him the extra gift of removing my top and at least seeing me in only my bra, but I was so self-conscious about my little tiny boobs that I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that.

But my arousal was growing and I guess it was affecting my judgment so instead of flashing my chest at him, I kept my shirt where it was above my belly and instead used my legs and feet to remove my pants and underwear the rest of the way. Just as he had done by removing tesettürlü escort his shorts, this time, I, too, had escalated our game by one more step.

I felt such wanton excitement now at being here in front of my brother totally nude from the waist down, and we were making no secret of the fact that we were gazing at what each other had to offer down there.

If my little brother was anything, he was a consistent masturbator. Just as he had done the other day, he held himself between thumb and index finger like a writer holds a pencil (not that I am comparing his dick to a pencil, mind you. He was a fine enough specimen of male flesh) and his hand never strayed far from that favorite magic spot.

But I did notice that today, at least after that first apparent near-finish, he was now taking it very slow, savoring the feelings that he was giving himself as I watched, making this show he was performing for me last as long as he could.

And I’ll tell you, it was driving me fucking crazy. This was probably made all the worse by the fact that I had completely removed my own pants, baring me in a whole new way to him. My own desire was now almost unquenchable.

Several times I nearly overcame my own personal taboo and reached a hand down there to give myself what I desperately wanted and needed in his presence. I gripped my hands against the sides of my lounge chair as if to protect me against my own desires.

It struck me again that my brother, lying there openly masturbating in front of me, not just in front of me but actually doing it for me, was completely naked as he made love to himself that way. I was seeing it all.

He stared at my waist and started breathing in small gasps and making little noises and his hips started to thrust upwards and the small motions of his hand gained speed and he opened his mouth to say “oh” just as the most incredibly strong blast of semen shot forth from the head of his cock and I actually wondered for a moment if it was going to reach as far as his open mouth. Indeed, I think, it would have.

But sensing the danger of that nasty result, he thrust his head to the side at the last moment and the first and strongest rope of his climax landed almost at the bottom of his ear, the rest of it painting his neck and his collarbone and nearly his nipple and his belly. The remaining spurts of his orgasm landed more safely on his ribs.

Wow, I thought, that was so fucking cool.

He was totally into that.

Who was I kidding? I was totally into that.

Some of the cum on my brother’s chest was rolling down his sides, coating even more of his skin.

Unexpectedly, sitting there and observing the flowing of my brother’s cum brought back to my mind the memory of my first blowjob, of the cum that had shot into my warm little mouth making me cough some of it back out partly through my nose. I remembered the sticky, sour sensation of swallowing the part of that boy’s orgasm that had stayed in my mouth and my throat.

And as well I envisioned the streaker we had watched masturbate in the woods that day, and how, not knowing that we were there spying on his dirty little deed, he had brought a taste of his own pre-cum to his tongue as we watched.

I looked at my naked brother as his own semen began to roll across his bare skin, and I felt the growing insistent need of my own desire, and I thought of a new, naughty bargain.

He just might make this deal, I thought. And I just might, too.

So I reached a finger suggestively down toward my clit and, without actually touching myself in an intimate place, I looked right at the cum that he had left painted on his chest, and with my desire taking control of my will, I asked him.

“Want to go double or nothing?”

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We travelled light. Earl Harold went on ahead with his swiftest steed and his housecarls. Ealdgyth, myself, and the ladies in waiting followed more sedately. The old Roman roads were such a blessing, and we arrived in Westminster two days before the Christ Mass.

The Court was hushed with anxiety. The old King was a saintly man, so they said. He was pious, he gave much money to the Church, and he was a kindly figure, but as my Lady said, he was ‘no King.’

The job of King was to rule and provide for the succession, Edward had done neither. A weak, vacillating ruler, he had bent before whichever set of earls seemed in the ascendant. His exile of the Godwin family just before I had joined them, had been a short-lived attempt to seize back power, but he had fallen back into his old ways fast enough.

No doubt chastity in a monk is estimable, but a King should make heirs, and Edward, unlike my Lord Harold, lacked virility. That, as my Lady said with immense frustration, was why we were ‘in this mess.’

During the family’s exile in 1051, Edward had offered the succession to the throne to William the Bastard, the cunning and brutal Duke of Normandy. He had no right to do so, according to earl Harold, who had ignored that claim upon his return from exile. In 1064 Harold had been shipwrecked in Normandy, and William claimed he had then recognised the claim; this my Lord called an ‘evil lie.’

Perhaps the best claim to the throne was held by the young man recently returned from exile in Hungary, Edward, the grandson of the great Edmund Ironside, but he was young, unknown, and had no supporters; and King Edward, whilst looking on him with favour, had not handed him the succession.

Now the old fool was dying, with no heir.

It was little wonder my Lord Harold was in a temper.

Tall, I would have said six foot plus, though I never had occasion to measure his height, but once, and that was not cevizli escort an occasion for measurement, he was the most handsome and the strongest man in England. As a warrior, he was without peer. To watch him deploy the great two-handed battle axe, was as pure a display of virility as one could have outside the bed chamber. It was little wonder Ealdgyth adored him. But she too was in a temper.

‘Harold, I am your wife, you can have none other. I am the mother of your children, your bedmate, your love.’

He went red, as men tend to when they know they are in the wrong.

‘No, Danegyth, stay, you need to know this too.’

‘Well,’ she said, ‘what have you to say?’

‘My love, I need to consolidate my claim. Edith of Mercia brings with her the support of the earls of Mercia, between us we own most of England. It is a marriage of State. Besides, it will bring the Church onside.’

‘Fuck the Church,’ Ealdgyth spat the words out with contempt.

‘They take your money well and easily enough, and they baptised our babies, tell them to fuck themselves, you are mine you gorgeous man, mine, do you hear me!’

I think they heard her in the next two rooms.

‘My love, my love, I must do this to secure the throne.’

‘Fuck the throne, fuck it all, you are mine, my man, my heart’s desire.’

‘You have your little Danegyth, and can keep her.’

It was the first time he had openly acknowledged our relationship, and even now, it was only need that had driven him to it.

‘That is different, she is my woman-love, you are my man, I need what you give me too.’

Harold shuffled uneasily.

‘It is too late my love, Edith will be here tomorrow and we wed after Christ’s Mass, that’s an end of it!’

‘An end, an end, damn you damn all faithless men, Danegyth, come with me.’

She swept out, every inch the queen, with Harold red-faced and erenköy escort furious, perhaps with himself.

We got to her chamber.

‘I want you.’

That was all she said.

She pulled me to her, slipping my kirtle off, then my under-gown. As she did so, I helped her reach the same stage of undress. Usually, our love-making was slow and luxurious, but here was pure lust, fuelled by her anger.

‘I need to fuck you, my little one.’

I was hers, always.

Pushing me onto the couch, her fingers were at my aching slit before I could catch a breath. Mine followed into the warm, sticky wetness. She had been aroused by the display of anger and passion. She needed to be satisfied.

My lips fastened to her nipples, first the one, then the other, sucking, then licking them until they stood stiff as tent pegs. I then bit them, not too hard, but enough for her to notice the slight pain. She thrust her two fingers deep into what she called my ‘cunt.’

Controlling my urge to lie back and be fucked, I gave a good, hard suck, on her right nipple, and began to push her bud back. It was swollen. So were her cunt lips. My hand massaged her there. She moaned louder.

‘Fuck, fuck, you do that well you little whore, I want you, want you, want you.’

And with that, my cunt was stretched as she pushed a third finger into me. I moaned.

Grazing her wet, stiff nipples with my teeth, my thumb applied pressure to her bud, massaging it, as two fingers explored her wetness, spreading out, searching for that rough patch which always gave her pleasure. As I found it, her fingers worked faster in me.

I felt myself rocking on her fingers. I gasped, I felt so wanton.

But I kept my head, knowing her needs, and began to massage her in the way she liked best, touching her spot where she moaned the loudest.

‘Fuck all fucking men, you are who I want, you esenyurt escort are my lover, my faithful one.’

Amidst the lust we both felt, there was the truth. I was hers, by life or by death, if I could serve her, I would.

And I gave her the service she needed at that moment by bringing her to a great, loud, screaming, shuddering climax. My hand was soaked. She came, and came, and came.

I kept my hand on her cunt, feeling her fingers in mine, and I came too. Quietly, grunting, but copiously.

Her great blue eyes looked into mine.

We kissed, long, lovingly, acknowledging what we were to each other.

‘You will not leave me too, little one, will you?’

I looked longingly at her.

‘My lady, I could not, never, I am your wife, whatever the priests say, we are one flesh, and by life and by death I am your girl.’

We hugged. We cuddled. We held each other. And, for once, I held her, and she licked my tiny nipples. I stroked her long blonde hair, comforting her. We slept.

It was rare we spent the night together, as Harold usually wanted her, and she him. The five children they had were a sign of their pleasure in each other. Now, all of that was threatened.

Taya, the pretty blonde lady in waiting, who loved my Lord Harold, came into the Chamber.

‘I am sorry to disturb you, my lady, but our Mistress needs to be with my Lord soon.’

I signalled her to go.

She looked slightly too long at us.

I wondered about her? Was she like me, or was something else going on in that mind?

I woke Ealdgyth, combed, brushed and plaited her hair, and, washing her down, helped her into her clothes. She was so beautiful. Harold was a fool, I thought, but then no, he was a man of power, so yes, a fool, to want that Dead Sea fruit when he could have Ealdgyth.

I sponged myself down and dressed. I plaited my own hair, as my Lady readied herself.

She looked down at me.

‘Danegyth, thank you for last night, I needed it. I need you now, more than I have ever done.’

I am here, and will always be, my love.’

I raised myself on tiptoe and kissed her.

‘I love you, Danegyth.’

With that, we went to hear our fate.

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My name is Josh and I’m a 32-year-old half Dominican white guy. I work as a biologist and was recently tasked with training our two new employees: Hank and Dave. Hank had just recently graduated college, he was 22, about 5’8″ with shorter dark brown hair and probably like 170 pounds. Dave was a transfer from a different branch. He was 24 and 6′, just an inch or two shorter than me. Dave was heavier set but he rocked the lumberjack look in his flannel and jeans everyday.

Hank started a month earlier than Dave and we hit it off pretty well. Hank’s really nice and he seemed to slowly but steadily learn our job. Me and Hank would joke around and just be generally goofy friends with each other. I called him little buddy, since he was younger and shorter than me and he seemed to like the nickname. Dave was a real bro type but he kept to himself. He was also very funny and liked to party like I did when I was younger. I liked both of them and thought we all worked well together. Three weeks after Dave started dramatically changed how well we worked together.

I was sitting at my desk messing with some spreadsheets. I was about halfway through the workday so I didn’t think anything of it when Hank and Dave both weren’t at their ucuz escort desks. Maybe a bathroom trap, maybe the lunchroom. I couldn’t stare at the numbers any longer so I decided to go look for them. I checked their desks, not there. I checked the bathroom, not there. I checked the lunchroom, not there either. I began to think that maybe they left work early without telling me. I decided to check the other bathroom which is in our warehouse. After I did a quick in and out there, it’s just a stall, I was about to leave the warehouse when I heard some weird noise from a storage room that we don’t use for anything. We have big vents running because we use some hazardous stuff, and I thought I mistook it for the vents just rattling. But I decided no I didn’t hear that wrong, and I went to the door and pressed my ear to it.

“Is that… Did I just hear?” I thought to myself. It kind of sounded like Hank was talking, or maybe like groaning? It didn’t sound pleasant and I had some meds in my desk so I was about to open the door when I heard Hank quietly say “fuck, eat my ass.” I paused, thinking there’s no way that I just heard him say that. Hank has a fiancé, I’ve seen her photo at his desk. ümraniye escort He wears his engagement ring every day, there’s no way that he would cheat on her. I started to wonder if she’s in there, and maybe he just liked getting his ass eaten.

I sat there with my ear to the door listening to Hank quietly moan and groan when suddenly both got louder. Maybe my ear was just pressed right against the door but it sounded like I could hear the slurping and sucking that Hank seemed to be enjoying. It sounded hot, I can’t deny that. I’ve eaten an ass once or twice in my day, but since I got married and my wife had our kids, I haven’t had any sex in a while. Never even got to try my wife’s ass. I was just complaining to Dave the other day about how I missed having a warm hole.

My dick started to plump up listening to Hank moan and thinking about the last time I got my dick wet. I start to massage it through my jeans, just enjoying the steady stroking, when I hear Hank yelp, “FUCK!” Hank let out a steady stream of expletives and I realized that he was coming. I was harder than fuck and scared of catching Hank and whoever was in the storage room, so I ran to the bathroom that I üsküdar escort had initially checked in the warehouse and locked the door. My bulge was obnoxious in my jeans and I still wanted to get off so I threw off my belt, stood over the toilet, and started beating. It didn’t take very long since that was the hottest thing I had seen or heard in months, maybe a year.

I was right on the verge of coming and Hank popped in my head. I pictured Hank up against the wall, pants down ass out, with his cheeks spread. Pictured him moaning and groaning as a tongue dived into his ass. The shudders he felt. My fantasy morphed and I was on my knees behind him with my long tongue up Hank’s tight pink asshole. It was my tongue that made him moan. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I came, gushing all over the toilet seat, desperately trying to think of something else but still vividly imagining Hank’s hole clenching on my tongue as I came. Fuck, that was gay but it got me to cum the hardest I’d had in a long time.

I cleaned up, blissfully, and used the restroom before returning to my desk. Hank was sitting at his desk across from me, a little color on his face and a little heavy lidded. Hank asked where I had been (the irony) and I said I was using the restroom, unable to make eye contact since I’d just busted a nut imagining rimming him. I sat down and tried to power through work but three minutes after I sat down, Dave walked into the lab and went to the desk behind Hank. No way, I thought. It couldn’t be. Were Dave’s lips looking a little plump?

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CHAPTER 1

Close-cropped blond Gene Gunter rode on a bus into the city, travel-weary and half-amused that despite decades of big funded campaigns to get the city renamed more conservatively they continued to fail because some citizens, possibly a very large number, were rather pleased to be living in the oddest-named city in the county… Rangoon Falls.

He amused himself thinking of the way the city had spluttered into existence. The original settlement had been called Pearly Gates, shortened to Gates in the face of a protest led by clergy and followers, but it became a ghost town during the 1930s depression and with a growing water shortage. People just kept on drifting away, schools closed, stores closed. Little was left operating apart a small general store and Bill Bryant’s mechanical engineering workshop. He survived because he was the best repairer of farm machinery for 150 miles in any direction.

Bill was Gene’s grandfather.

Gene’s grandmother Lily Thu, a former Anglo-Burmese refugee escaping tyranny, arrived in the country as a widow and became naturalized. She has a small amount of money to invest and travelling across country looking for an opportunity decided she’d found it and opened an abandoned small store in Gates. She eked out a living selling sandwiches, coffee, sodas and ice creams and home-made crafts she purchased from artistically-gifted drifters to on-sell to people from inter-city buses making the traditional comfort stop because of Gates’ strategic position between cities. It was just the right location to allow passengers to stretch their legs.

Over time Bill and Lily decided they ought to eat together and then that extended into sleeping together and they produced a daughter they named Crystal.

Crystal was born a little early because of a big shock to Lily who learned that Rangoon (now more widely known as Yangon) had fallen to the Japanese a few days earlier in March 1942. Lily feared for her relatives she’d left behind and all night she and Bill talked about Rangoon falling, repeating the enormity of that event over and over again.

Lily entered labor three weeks early and Bill rushed her sixty miles to the nearest doctor and from there she was taken another fifty miles to proper medical care.

When Bill brought Lily and Crystal home he proudly pointed to the change of name for the ghost town he’d renamed with signposts as Rangoon Falls. Lily thought that was a touching tribute and several years later they succeeded with unanimous local support for a deputation led by Mayor Bryant to have that name change officially recognized. Apparently the authorities considered it a one-horse town that would soon expire permanently, unaware Mayor Bryant had secured a big loan to drill for deep water.

In time the wild, slim and beautiful Crystal met a guy who virtually knocked her socks off. Star-struck she married Archie Gunter and their third child Gene was born seven years before their marriage failed and they parted.

* * *

Gene walked over to the city’s oldest hotel, simply named Lily’s. The hotel was owned and kept up to date by his mother Crystal Gunter, now sixty-one, who’d been Mayor of Rangoon Falls for the last twenty-seven years. He handed across the letter from his mother on her personal letterhead, authorizing him to have the Lily Bryant Suite for four weeks.

“Thank you Mr Gunter. Your mother made the reservation as soon as she learned of your arrival date from Melbourne.”

“Thank you Annie,” he said, reading the receptionists name tag. “Would you like to join me in my suite for a drink in a couple of hours. You’ll finish at eight won’t you?”

“Yes,” Annie smiled, “but I’m also assistant general manager and such a nocturnal visit could cost me my job.”

Gene leaned forward and whispered, “Your little secret will be my little secret so what’s to lose?”

Annie whispered, “We’ll have at least eight unmarried female staff off duty and in hotel residential accommodation. I’ll see what I can do for you.”

“Eight is too many for me, although I’m only thirty-eight,” Gene whispered and laughed.

Annie blushed into a giggle.

Continuing to whisper he said, “Don’t bother with anyone else Annie. It’s either you or no one and it’s only for a drink, a meal if you wish to join me and nothing else unless you decided to pull off your panties and pass them to me.”

“Mr Gunter,” Annie said hoarsely, looking a little stressed.

Gene signed in, winked at her and left for the elevator.

The room was basically as he remembered it. Obviously his mother had wanted her mother’s touch to remain. He wondered if Annie at the desk would be thinking about this wonderful four-poster bed, he sighed, dropped on to it and hauled out his phone.

“Hi mom.”

“Hi darling, welcome home. Come to City Hall in the morning at 10:30 for coffee and we’ll catch up then. I have a finance committee meeting in ten minutes.”

“Okay thanks. Mom what can you tell me about Annie working front desk?”

“She’s Podge and Tim Watson’s youngest daughter with a masters in hotel haramidere escort management, very bright and capable. If you’re looking for a slut you best bypass her but if you disregard your mother’s advice and wish to waste you time trying it on with her just be discreet.”

“Well said mom. Oh you’re looking great.”

“You were cheeky as a child and that’s never left you Gene. I find it endearing. Good night.”

Gene had expected Crystal wouldn’t use that brief telephone encounter to say how disappointed she was that he’d broken up with Deborah after living with her for eight of the ten years he’d operated in Australia as a property developer. His mom would bring it up though. Crystal had married an Australian and Gene had been born there when the family lived in Sydney for seven years until his mom said it was time to return home and begin to put the kids through college.

Crystal and Arhcie had fought over that and their marriaged failed.

At 8:10 Annie called. “I’m in my suite having a bath. Come to Suite 5-015 in fifteen minutes. It’s on the opposite corner of the frontage to you, same floor.”

“I’m on my way to scrub your back.”

“Very well.”

He raced to change and to get over there to administer to his hostess in the bath but Annie answered the door, dressed and with fresh makeup on. Hell she must have moved! He grinned and she grinned, kissing him lightly.

“Questions are raised if I visit rooms alone after 8:00 not only because I’m deputy general manager but because I’m female. It’s against hotel policy for its female personnel to do that and security cameras are used to detect breaches. What I do in my own apartment is my business because it’s my home that just happens to be in the hotel.”

“Oh so we are going to do it?”

“Settle down Gene. I was speaking figuratively.”

“Speaking of figures,” Gene said, running his eyes up and down her trim body with boobs just a little too large for perfection.

“Please settle down Gene. Now what drinks and what food may I order for you? Make no effort to conceal yourself when hotel personnel enter.”

An hour later Annie used an infrared control to lower the lights and commented she’d draped a scarf over the sole security camera. “Would you like to join me on this sofa for a little grope to see how far you’ll get?”

Gene was over beside her in three bounds.

“Are you married?”

He replied without hesitation, turning his blue eyes on to her seductively, “My divorce came through seven months ago. There is no one else.”

“I have three guys to go with occasionally, all three are married and that avoids complications for me in living and working in the same building. I was at college with all three of them.”

“Well that’s one of the reasons we go to college for isn’t it?”

She giggled. “You don’t mind me having multiple casual partners, although I hasten to say singularly?”

“No, and I’m impressed you bothered to tell me.”

“Well you may have found out. One of my friends knows your sister Shelia very well. We met recently and I heard Shelia say to my friend Lucy you were coming back home and had recently divorced.”

Such chatter was a little tiresome so Gene closed Annie’s mouth with a kiss but soon she parted her lips again and their tongues touched deliciously.

“Pull out a tit for me.”

“What?”

“Oh sorry, you probably know them as boobs or breasts.”

“Don’t be lazy, do it yourself!”

Christ, perhaps his mom had been right, he’d be wasting his time with Annie. On the other hand perhaps she was a tease like he was?

She leaned forward cooperatively to allow him to undo her bra and they flopped out.

“Christ what big nipples.”

“Well if that’s a problem, tomorrow I’ll see about getting them changed surgically to suit your tastes. Well are you just going to sit at gawk at them?”

Gene went after them like a ferret going down a burrow.

She loved it, he loved it but when he rolled his left hand down over her pubic bone to cup her slightly moist panties she pulled the invader away and said, “I think that’s enough for tonight. Take me out to dinner tomorrow night in a crowded restaurant so we can talk to give me the chance to get to know you. If I like you well enough after that then I’ll probably let you go farther.”

Aroused, Gene tried to deliver without a pleading tone, “Do you really want to waste a night?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll probably think of me as a slut Gene but in relationships I do apply minimum standards to satisfy myself. If that’s too difficult for you then tough.”

Gene accepted the curtain was coming down so smiled and said, “A slut? Oh I don’t think so. Dinner tomorrow night will be fine. I’ll wait for you in the foyer from 8:30. I leave reluctantly. Your body, intelligence and arresting personality have me almost on my knees Annie. I’m enchanted.”

“Oooh.”

But the hotel’s security cameras would have revealed just how transient was Gene’s enchantment.

Returning içerenköy escort to his room, adjusting his straining erection after an almost heart-stopping sexy kiss from at the door from Annie, Gene found a woman almost opposite his room, struggling to open her door.

“May I assist ma’am?”

“Oh yes, thank you young man. These damn card keys flummox me. The lights and buzzers are so confusing.”

“Here, please allow me. Um ma’am, this appears to be your credit card.”

“Oh silly me,” she said, pulling out her room card, leaving Gene with the slight suspicion it was indeed so silly that he wondered if it were a set-up.

“Thank you,” she said as the door opened.

Well so much for suspicion he thought as she darted in and closed the door.

Gene was at his door, fumbling for his key card, when the door diagonally opposite opened again and the woman said, “I had wondered if you are a neighbor and thought I had been rather unfriendly but that’s Mrs Gunter’s private suite.”

“Yes it is. I have it for a month.”

“Are you Gene, Crystal’s youngest?”

“Yes.”

“Oh welcome home, from New Zealand I understand?”

“No Melbourne Australia where my father, long divorced from mother, lives with his new family.”

“Oh yes, Archie. Your mother and he correspond occasionally. I’m Lydia Shapiro, your mother’s private secretary and confidante.”

“You mean her PA?”

“No, she has a team of support staff at City Hall. I’m salaried to work with her on her private affairs.”

“Ah, so my mother still has her affairs.”

The forty-something smiled and emphasized, “Her private BUSINESS AFFAIRS that in this city are considerable.”

“Of course.”

“May I indelicately invited you in for a drink in return for you being kind to me and not ridiculing me over my stupidity with my card. I was lonely so went out for a few drinks.”

“Um indelicate you said?”

“Well it’s gone 11:00.”

“How bewitching,” he smiled. “I accept Lydia, please call me Gene.”

Lydia closed the door after Gene entered, and leaned against it breathing rather heavily for such a low-level physical action involved in closing a door. So Gene kissed her and Lydia kissed him back, folding her arms around his neck until her murmured his fairly successful seduction line, “Flip one of them out for me”

Lydia managed that without breaking from the kiss, unzipping the back of her dress, pushing down one side of her bra, and pulling out a warm, well shaped bundle for him, with a big nipple, making Gene wonder if big nipples had something to do with the city’s artesian water supply. Although two out of two was a totally inadequate sample on which to base such a conclusion it was food for thought so he bent down to feast on Lydia’s nipple.

“Ohmigod, be careful,” she groaned, convulsing. “You are in danger of being screwed to the floor; I haven’t had sex in almost three months.”

The panting told Gene she wasn’t kidding. He rolled his hand over her pubic bone to cup her damp panties. Lydia pulled his hand away roughly and tore her panties in half and slammed his hand back on to her now heaving hairy pussy.

Oh boy, Gene thought as he settled down to some serious fucking.

He did manage to get to his bed before she screwed him to her mattress as a permanent fixture. He was very pleased to be home.

At 6:45 next morning, bleary-eyed and dragging his feet a little, Gene went out a self-locking side door for a fix of coffee and demolished a steak. He sighed with satisfaction, knowing he ought to be right by the time he met his mother and being capable of displaying a jaunty air.

Gene thought perhaps his mother knew Annie wouldn’t open her legs for him on their first encounter and so had planted Lydia for him to plunder. But possibly he’d never know for sure. One of his mother’s traits was to be secretive about what she did. It had taken his father years after her first adulterous affair to learn he was sharing her with other men and Lydia her confidante was unlikely to admit any deception that would incriminate her principal. Well did it matter? For three hours last night he’d wallowed in sex, his best session in years.

* * *

At 9:00 by appointment Gene sat in front of an overly plump, red and purpled-faced Realtor called Mrs Williams.

“I wish to remain anonymous.”

“Very well Gene.”

That surprised him. “You know me?”

“I count myself as one of your mother’s friends and have been so since we went through high school and college together. Until I became over-weight and lost fitness I used to swim regularly with her.”

“Of course, Mrs Williams.”

“You knew that name before you entered my office?”

“Yes of course but I wasn’t to know it was THE Mrs Williams, Vera Williams.”

“You are too kind. But we are in business hours and so to business. Your confidentiality is assured. How may I assist you?”

Gene cleared his throat. “Is Petticoat Farm for sale yet?”

Vera looked at him closely. “It is and innovia escort has been for almost four years. It is terribly rundown with impoverished soil, never having being farmed wisely by the Clough’s, so is regarded as being heavily over-priced at $7.8 million. Are you aware how it got its name?”

“Yes, Mrs Clough’s mother used to have up to a dozen petticoats and other underwear fluttering on the clothesline beside the highway. Some character named in Petticoat Farm and the name stuck, Mrs Clough rather liking the name.”

“Correct.”

“Well Vera I want you to go to those octogenarians and offer them $5 million from a mystery buyer who in addition will buy them the home of their choice in the city.”

“Well such a house wouldn’t cost you much because their housing concept is not grandiose, one only has to think of the squalor they have lived in for decades.”

“Quite but it has appeal, an offer they would not have expected.”

“They’ve had no offers and fewer than a dozen inspections. My firm has the listing exclusively. But you’ll not get it for four million; just as bare land it’s worth six million-plus.”

“But four million is the price I wish to pay. I’ll get you a bank check for $4 million and a legal document stating my assurance that I’ll purchase and donate to them a residential property in the city of their choice.”

“They won’t buy it.”

“Oh Vera please. Take my offer when it’s ready to them with your most persuasive salesperson and work on them. Only you, my bank, my attorney, your salesperson and the Clough’s will be aware I’m the person behind the offer. With luck we ought to hold my anonymity in check until I’m ready to make my next move.”

“You mother said you were a property developer in Australia.”

“Correct Vera, and pull this one off for me and your firm will be retained as my exclusive property marketing company.”

“The council won’t allow housing on that land because it’s in the approach of a future replacement airport and there’s a moratorium on further industrial land development for ten years with six years still to run.”

“Excellent information Vera but my development concept remains on course. May we meet again at 9:00 tomorrow morning?”

“Yes of course.”

“Oh Vera, I’m good for that money, having recently being paid $14.78 million in American dollars by a corporation for my half share in my development company I created with my former partner in Melbourne.”

“Thank you for that excellent information Gene. I’ll not assume you are prepared to increase your offer for Petticoat Farm?”

“Correct.”

They both stood and Vera said admiringly, “You are a tall guy.”

“Right genes via my parents,” he grinned.

“My feeling is there will be a lot of your grandfather in you Gene. This city is built on the genius of Bill Bryant. My husband and I could rattle up perhaps $5 million to invest in your project if it’s big enough to require outside investment.”

“I’ll keep that in mind Vera. Thanks for your time and you guys work your butt off for me, do you hear?”

“Loud and clear. Apart from my professional obligations your mother would be disappointed if I didn’t go that extra mile for you.”

“The Clough’s come from old farming families Vera. You probably have thought about it already but people like that do their big business deals over lunch.”

“Yes, all under control. I’ll take you out and introduce you to Lexie Street who’ll be working on this with me. She’ll fill out the client registration sheet for you to sign. She is our top negotiator but tell me if there’s anything about her you don’t like and we can try a match-up with someone else. Legwork is required on this and I don’t do that, but will team with Lexie going face to face with the Clough’s.”

“That’s fine but I have an appointment with my mother at 10:30 that I must keep. Perhaps Miss or Mrs Street could meeting me at Mary-Ann’s salad bar for lunch at 11:30 if the bar still exists.”

“It does, Lexie will meet you there and Mary-Ann remains larger than life in terms of personality; she used to be your baby sitter didn’t she?”

“Yeah and I loved that girl. All heart and softness. I’ve seen her since, several times. Two kids I believe?”

“Four actually. I’ll still introduce you so you can recognize one another at the bar. Lexie has a card so will pick up the tab. My feeling is I’m about to get you as a major client whether or not you get Petticoat Farm.”

They walked into the general office.

“Lexie dear I’d like you to meet Mr Bryant, grandson of our city’s illustrious founder and youngest child of our remarkable mayor.”

Lexie had been leaning over a desk divider talking to another salesperson so for a moment Gene took in a wondrous butt not far below the blonde hair cascading down Lexie’s back. Oh boy. As she turned he knew she’d have an angelic face and was not disappointed.

“Hi you ought to be in corporate business as a VIP greeter.”

“What a waste of talent and my time that would be,” she snorted and then smiled and said she had not meant to appear rude.

Vera said enough small chat and lowering her voice said, Mr Bryant wants us to table a bid for the Clough’s property. He wants his identity concealed at this stage and is aware of development restrictions but we can expect something visionary because I feel it will be in the genes, that’s the genes spelt with a ‘g’.”

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I never knew what to expect.

We had been friends for a long time. I loved her style of flair, and even though she was only 3 years younger than me, sometimes she seemed many years my senior.

We met through a friend at a night club, and I was amazed at her style and pizzazz from the beginning. Had I had the nerve to do as she did, I would. However, I have always been bad with money, and a glandular problem has always made my stomach extend past my shoes, more than I have ever liked.

She was light-hearted, fun, honest, and had many other attributes that I admired. It didn’t hurt that she was a looker, and did not have an ego that she knew it and was out to make everyone else know that she did.

Raven black hair hung from her head. Eyes that looked into your soul and seemed to tell you that she could determine whether you were a decent man or not from the get go. Skin as smooth, and almost as white as pure ivory. Her tiny frame could do nothing to hold back the ample, yet not over abundant, cleavage. You could not pigeon-hole her into a specific style, because it changed every time you saw her.

One night, she was dressed as a vampire goddess, another night, a punk chick minus the shaved or multicoloured hair. It always looked good on her, and even if she showed up wearing a burlap sack from Idaho, you would find yourself wishing you were a potato.

We never had contact outside of the club we both frequented. This only served in my desire to know her more. All of our communication was done through mutual friends. Until that fateful night that I never expected.

I was an amateur writer, and my biggest vice was wine. I know it is sad, but I found that a few glasses of the grapey nectar helped my creative juices flow. One night at the club we were discussing our plans for the weekend, and I told her that because I had been suffering from a case of writers block, I had purchased a few bottles and was planning on secluding myself in my den and using them up as I wrote a few pages for my latest attempt at creating.

I had been at my desk for a while and the half bottle of red had not really helped in creating anything. I was stunned to hear my doorbell ring. I was expecting no visitors, or packages. I was instantly embarrassed when I opened the door in only my knickers and found her at my door. I ducked behind the door and apologized for my lack of garments. She smirked and simply walked in.

She swept past me and placed herself in the middle of the living room. She stood there with one of her hands on her hips; the other was partially hidden behind her back. Her hair was hanging straight down. She tossed her cloak on the chair revealing her black and silver corset that showed how ample her cleavage could be. A matching ultra mini skirt that flowed from her body showed that her stockings were held up by straps that were either attached to the corset, or a garter belt. Black high heels made the outfit a private affair izle one of pure desire, but the topper was the mesh fingerless gloves that came up past her elbows. God, this was enticing and I was happy that I was wearing black silk boxers. A thong on me would have seemed unsexy at this point.

“I have had enough of the testing at the club and have come to inform you that you may be worthy to join a special clique within our little group. You have met about 10 of us in the club, and there are only 3 who are in this special group.”

This had me intrigued, but apparently I was not allowed to speak as she continued without giving me a chance to ask what she meant.

“You have less than 5 minutes to do to me what ever you wish. My clothes stay on, but can be moved around to your convenience. If in that time I do not deem your actions worthy, I leave. Soft and sweet, hard and aggressive, both are acceptable. Begin!”

I needed no further commands. She had been responsible for many a good sexual encounter in my life. Too bad she wasn’t actually there for any of it.

I took her hips with one hand and pulled her close to me. I placed my other hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine. Our tongues meshed and wrestled with vigour. I could feel her rise to me with desire for me to continue. As I continued the saliva trading, I lifted up the back of her skirt to discover that the stockings were held up by a garter belt, and a tiny string of a thong was all that was left to be seen amongst the items that covered her body. This allowed me to grab a plentiful amount of her ass as I pulled her closer to me.

Regretfully I pulled away and walked around to her back. The hardness of my member pushed against the small of her back as I sunk my teeth into her neck. There was enough space between her breast and her corset for me to place my hand down and finally feel what had been hiding from me all this time. They felt so nice and smooth that I couldn’t wait to see if they matched my minds eye. I then placed my other hand upon her thigh and slid up to the fabric of her panties. I stayed on the outside and merely massaged between her thighs at first. As I massaged her, I would push gently against her mound now and again, biting harder into her neck each time that I did so.

Seeing that my 5 minutes was almost up, I placed my thumb and forefinger onto her nipple, and slid my other hand into the side of her underwear so that her pubic lips were on either side of my finger and at the last second pinched her nipple while biting harder and sliding a finger inside of her to make the last moment of my control as pleasurable as possible.

She gasped with pleasure as I did this and placed her hand on the back of my neck for full excitement. Now that my time was up, I pulled away from her and went back to the front of her. I stood about 2 feet away from her and waited accused izle for her verdict.

She took a moment to compose her self then looked at me. “Your performance has been considered acceptable, however before we continue, we must see if you measure up to the proper standard.”

She placed her hands into my boxers and reviewed what I was equipped with. It seemed to meet with her approval, based on the smile on her face. The motion was nothing new to me, but the fishnet of the glove was. The coarseness combined with the movement of her hand was quite nice and I tossed my head back in pleasure.

Suddenly she went down on her knees and lowered my boxers to around my ankles, all without taking her hands away from me. I could feel her breath so close and it only served to keep me hard. I let out a gasp of amazement as she took me into her mouth without warning. She caressed my balls as she kept my shaft well lubricated with her saliva. It was hard not to explode as she gave me the best head I had ever had. She kept the pace fast and it wasn’t too long before I was ready to explode, but she must have sensed this because she stopped, stood up and backed up to the 2 feet distance we had had before and placed one of her legs on my coffee table.

“I have given you something, now you must reciprocate.” I was informed. With no hesitation I got down on my knees and placed my face between her legs. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and placed it against the patch of silk before me. I used my tongue to probe as much as possible, and the feeling of her pushing harder against me told me that I was doing well. Although I was not commanded to, I took a bit of initiative and moved the silk panties aside. This gave me full access to her shaved pleasure area. I placed my tongue inside as far it would go and also suckled on her clit. I almost couldn’t breathe as she pushed harder onto my face as I went into her with full force.

Her hips gyrated harder as her moaning became louder. Suddenly she let out a roar of ecstasy and I felt my mouth almost flood with her juices. She fell backwards and I was thankful that my couch had been there to catch her as she went down.

“Well, that was good, but you have more to do.” she informed me as she stood. I couldn’t help but notice that her knees were a little weak. “Strip me now!” was her new command.

I did as she commanded by walking up to her and reaching around her to untie the corset. The full view of her naked breasts were a sight to see. They were so pure and perky. I then lowered her skirt to leaver her wearing only the panties, garter belt and stockings. I noticed that the panties were outside the garter belt so that they could be removed while the stockings stayed on, so I removed them first. I was about to take them off too, but she grabbed my hands and told me that they had to stay on. Fine by me.

Now that I had her almost naked, I awaited my alef izle next order. Almost immediately, it was given. “Lie down on the couch and take what you are given.” I did as I commanded and she straddled me. It felt so good to feel her slide down my shaft as her lips encircled my manhood. She started of rocking slowly and I was all too eager to join in the motions. I grabbed her hips and we started to synchronize so that we were totally fluid together. After a few minutes, she started to push harder and move a little faster. It looked like she was going to come again.

She let out another scream of pleasure and then grabbed at my shoulders. I was so lost in the events that I didn’t even notice at first that she had pulled herself back to lie down on the couch while still keeping me inside of her. At first she kept her legs apart and in the air so she could grab my ass and keep me sliding inside of her, but soon she wrapped her legs around my waist and kept me locked in. I was still able to push, but she was making sure that I stayed inside as deeply as possible. I couldn’t hold back as soon as she dug her nails into my back and scraped them along as far as she could. I was so aroused that even though I filled her with my cum, I stayed hard and could only keep on going.

We were on the couch for as long as I could keep going, and I was surprised I had lasted as long as I had. I was close to cumming when she pushed me off of her and repositioned herself. Next she had chosen my favourite position by placing her self on all fours at the end of the couch so that her arms were on the arm rest.

As soon as she spread her legs to give me access, I placed myself inside of her again and again there was no holding back. I plunged into her and almost pushed her off the edge of the couch with my first thrust. I held on to her waist as tightly as I could and pumped as if I had a gun to my head. She had told me that rough was ok, so I reached forward with one hand and wrapped her hair around it. She whimpered with excitement as I pulled her head back and then, with my other hand, raked down her spine so that you could see the trails that my fingernails left behind.

I used her hair to pull her closer to me each time I thrust forward. Soon she was gasping again and I could tell that an orgasm was soon approaching. For her and for me.

The sounds of my thighs slapping her ass while she groaned and whimpered. She must have been able to tell that I was close again because I heard her order me, “You may cum again and fill me with everything you have left.” That was all I needed. I picked up the pace and soon we were pushing and pulling as hard we both could. A fire started in my balls and before I could call out, I was flooding into her. The scream we both let out as we came together should have disturbed the neighbours, but to this day, I am amazed that it didn’t. They must have been out.

We lay there on the couch for a few seconds, and then she simply stood up and got dressed. As she walked out the door I heard her voice flutter over her shoulder, “You have been deemed worthy, and we shall meet like this again. But tell no one, or you lose your membership.”

Next time at the club should be interesting.

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This is an old story which I just found while clearing my floppy discs. Although I can remember what inspired it, it didn’t come out as well as I had hoped but still, may as well add it to the other stories! Perhaps feed back will help me improve it ;o)

They hadn’t been able to find a second to be alone this whole weekend and as it was now early Sunday evening there was little time left! This conference had seemed a good opportunity to finally see if the attraction that had been building up between them over months of casual banter and flirting in the office was going to go anywhere. When they had met up on Friday night in the hotel bar they had been surrounded by people the whole time and had both managed to chat fairly easily as part of the group, but it had become increasingly difficult for her to behave like a casual work colleague and by this morning she had been finding it difficult to talk at all, as everything she wanted to say…or more precisely do…could not to be shared in company!!

They had just dropped off a couple of people at the station for the early trains back home and were at last alone in the car. Driving along the almost deserted roads over the moor towards the small village pub where they were meeting yet more people for dinner, they were finding it hard to break the silence with other than basic pleasantries. She had only asked to come along when she had overheard him offer to drop the others off at the local BR line because she knew that on the way back they would have a little time to themselves. Now they murmured politely to each other about the beauty of the landscape and the wonderful light as dusk began to fall over the distant hills, while she wondered if his mind was filled with the same thoughts and images as hers…. and whether he was reacting to her closeness as strongly as she was reacting to his!

She glanced over at him as he manoeuvred the car around some tricky bends, his left hand changing the gears, the fingers of his right resting on the top of the steering wheel as he guided the car along the empty road…. and imagined for the millionth time what they would feel like on her body. Feeling his eyes on her she glanced up at his face and in the few seconds before he looked back at the road ahead, she saw with relief and delight that he was very much aware of her nearness!

Turning forward again she bit back a smile and pausing for a few moments she sighed dramatically before uncrossing her legs and spreading her knees slightly. Taking hold of the hem of the skirt of her short blue summer dress with one hand she began to waft it up and down to create a breeze, perfectly aware that she was exposing her upper thighs as she did so. Stretching out in her seat a little she kicked her shoes off and rubbed her throat and chest with her left hand, pushing it into the low rounded neck line of her dress and easing it down to expose more of her breasts, “it’s so hot today…” she sighed, lowering her eyelashes and casting a quick side long look in his direction.

He was watching the road ahead but he was smiling slightly and she knew he had noticed her actions…..and knew what she was doing! Suddenly they were both laughing and the awkwardness was finally banished as if a bubble had been burst. It now seemed so natural for her to slide her right hand onto his knee, digging her nails into his flesh gently as she breathed, “pull over somewhere!!”

He flicked his eyes up to the rear view mirror, ” …can’t! Someone’s behind us and the road is too narrow here anyway…… it’ll widen up in a few miles”. She felt the car surge forward as he pressed down on the accelerator a little, eager to reach somewhere they could stop.

She released the seat belt and lowered her seat back a bit so that she had a little room to move before raising one hand to the buttons on her dress, undoing them slowly one at a time, stroking her skin as she did so. Her right hand pulled her skirt up higher and she spread her legs, lifting her left foot to place it on the dashboard, exposing her inner thighs. He was glancing back and forth between her and the road ahead, trying to keep his concentration on the driving and on finding somewhere they could pull over, but also wanting to watch her. She smiled over at him, “don’t mind me babe, pay attention to the road…I’m just making mysef comfy.”

As she spoke she was pulling her dress open to reveal her lacy, strapless bra and she let her fingers trace along the top of the fabric as she cupped her breasts with both hands and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards hard so that the nipples popped up over the edge of the lace and she could rub her thumbs over them for a few moments before unhooking the front fastenings and pulling the bra around her body and out of her dress, tossing it into the back seat. Her dress fell off her shoulders and down to her elbows leaving her upper body nearly bare. She shook the loose strands of hair that had escaped her clips away from her neck as she brought her hands back to her breasts, pinching her nipples tightly, then stroking game of thrones izle them softly as she closed her eyes and stretched out in her seat.

She sighed again as she dropped her left hand between her legs, trailing her fingers over her inner thighs and pulling her skirt up above her hips so he could see her run her palm over her damp panties, back and forth, feeling the ache start deep within her as she turned her head to look at him while he drove. He was concentrating on pushing the car around the country lanes, his gaze torn between her and scanning the road ahead for somewhere safe to pull over.

She closed her eyes again, suddenly her body was trembling, wanting his hands, his mouth, needing him to touch her….or to touch him. Reaching out she ran her right hand up and over his thigh and into his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock under her fingers and pushing her hand down between his thighs to squeeze his balls. She stroked her hand over him in time with her own movements over the damp fabric covering her crotch. She wriggled further forward in her seat and waited until he glanced over at her again before she pushed two fingers beneath the lacy edge of her panties and between her smooth shaven lips to circle the entrance to her soaking pussy.

He watched them moving under the thin material as she teased herself, imagining his hands on her, his mouth, his cock inside her. She groaned and her right hand squeezed him almost painfully as she arched up out of her seat, panting as the need built inside her. She felt his fingers cover hers on the outside of her panties, stroking at her, feeling her movements. He kept withdrawing his hand to change gears on the winding and hilly country roads, then touching her again…… now on her panties, now on her thighs, now squeezing her breast and stroking down her chest and tummy. His hand felt strong and warm on her skin and was making her moan even more, she opened her eyes to see the road ahead….it was still narrow and shouldered by hedges…no where to stop!

She pulled her fingers out of her panties, moving her hand from his crotch and twisting around to kneel up on her right knee in her seat facing him. Putting her left foot down on the floor to brace herself she raised her slippery fingers to brush them over his lips. He immediately opened his mouth and sucked on her fingertips as she reached over to kiss him, licking and biting gently at his lips and chin, his ear and neck, careful to keep out of his line of vision so he could still see the road. Suddenly she leaned forward and dropped her head into his lap, pushing her face as close to him as she could get, feeling the heat from his body and his hardening cock against her mouth and cheek. There was barely enough room for her between him and the steering wheel and she was leaning heavily across his left arm and hand as it rested on the gear stick. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth wide over where she felt the head of his cock to be and moulding her lips to the now straining fabric of his jeans she breathed long and hard onto him, knowing he could feel the delicious warmth seeping through the denim. He inhaled loudly, ” For Gods sake babe, I can’t drive with you doing that!! Wait a sec…the road’s getting broader!”

She laughed and mumbled repentant noises but continued to kiss and bite at his cock and balls through his jeans. Her right arm was holding onto the back of his seat to keep her steady and she brought her left hand round from where it rested on his knee and pushed her fingers back into her panties to rub gently over her clit. The motion of the car, the scent of him, the heat from his body and her fingers were making her desperate for him and she was just considering unzipping his jeans so she could take him in her mouth when the car slowed and came to an abrupt halt. He clicked off the ignition and she heard him sigh as he relaxed back in his seat, pulling his left hand out from under her body and sliding it down her back to cup her ass, his right about to wind a handful of her hair around his fingers. Quickly she raised herself up, shaking free of his hands, and pushing open the car door she stepped out into the warm silence and the evening breeze, laughing as he moaned sharply at her sudden exit.

They had stopped in a lay by that appeared to be at one of the highest points on the moor, the landscape rolled away from them in all directions, bathed in a warm golden glow as the sun dropped ever lower behind the far hills. The car that had been behind them for the last several miles zipped past and was soon disappearing into the distance, leaving them alone. He opened his own door and followed her out, sighing in mock annoyance. He knew from their MSN sessions that she loved to wind him up to a point where he was starting to loose patience…and then draw it out just a bit longer still…..Obviously it was going to be the same in RL! Not that he minded really, he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but she just couldn’t resist delaying the pleasure gibi izle a little for them both and besides, she wasn’t 200 miles away now …she could only tease as long as he let her!!

He grinned to himself as he moved around the car towards her, she was standing in the middle of the road, breathing in the scented air and she turned to face him. Her hair, which had been loosely pinned up, was beginning to fall down around her neck. She was barefoot, her thin linen dress barely skimming her knees, the top half still wide open, hanging low on her arms, her breasts bare, the erect nipples flushed dark red. She smiled at him, as he stood by the car, wanting to touch him, wanting to pull his shirt out of his waistband and push her hands under it, over his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his skin…..but mostly she wanted to kiss him.

She crossed the few feet between them and moved into his embrace, winding her arms up and around his neck, touching her lips to his. He slid his hands over her back and bottom, caressing her gently and pulling her tight against his body as they opened their mouths and thrust their tongues hungrily into each other. Tasting, rubbing, circling, wanting to get as far inside as possible, both of them unwilling to break the kiss, both of them prolonging it until they were desperate for breath. She moaned and he tried to pull back to let her get some air but she wouldn’t let him, she held him fast for a few more painful seconds before releasing him and allowing them both to gasp in air. They kept close together and she rubbed her cheek against his, pushing her breasts into his chest, feeling the friction as the sensitive nipples rubbed over his shirt. Dropping her hands to his waist she began to pull at the material, at the buttons, continuing until she had his shirt open and pushed back over his shoulders so she could rub her breasts against his bare chest. He was kissing her neck, his hands brushing the sides of her breasts where she was rubbing them against him, running up and down her spine and kneading her bottom as she slowly pushed him back against the side of the car. Her left hand caressed his cock through his jeans, squeezing him tightly as she kissed him again and again, her tongue darting across his chin and into his ear, her teeth nipping at the flesh of his throat as she moaned and squeezed his balls, telling him in shallow panting breaths how much she wanted him, wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to taste him! She started to yank at his belt, dragging it undone and reaching for the zip of his jeans as she began to kneel in front of him. He groaned, watching her head start to descend down his body, he was so hard but he wasn’t ready to finish this yet and he knew once she got a taste of him she wouldn’t want to stop until she had drained him.

Without warning he grabbed her arms and held her away from him, spinning her around and pushing her against the car. Her breasts pressed almost painfully into the cool glass of the back window and she cried out, more with lust than discomfort, and clutched at the roof of the car as she felt him kneel down in the road. Then he was running his hands up the backs of her thighs and over her ass, pushing her skirt up to her waist as he went. She moaned and pushed her hips back and spread her legs as she felt his teeth sink into her ass cheek. She brought her right hand back to wind her fingers into his hair and hold him close against her. He knew she wanted to feel his mouth, his tongue on her, but it was his turn to tease and he just ran his thumbs under the sides of her panties to pull her cheeks apart and kiss gently along her crease, pushing his mouth against her anus and breathing on her through the lacy fabric until her legs shook and she was whimpering with need. Arching his neck to get as far under her as possible and reach her pussy, he could feel her heat and smell her arousal so strongly as he brushed his mouth across her drenched panties. As she bent over further he could see that she was now so wet they were moulded to her and he could clearly see the outline of her swollen lips though the fabric.

Her fingers flexed in his hair and she thrust his head away from her and turned around, pulling him up to stand in front of her and using her other hand to open the back door of the car she pushed him towards the back seat, “Get in……”

He climbed into the back seat, scooting into the middle and she waited until he looked up at her before she began to crawl in after him. Kneeling up on the seat next to him she reached behind her and hauled the door shut before turning to smile at him as she raised her arms to pull her hair free of the clips and shake it down. He ran his hand over her breasts and up around her neck to wind into her hair before easing her head down into his lap while he tugged at the zipper of his jeans. She caught his hand and dragged it away from his crotch before he could free himself from his boxers, once again leaning forward and pushing her face against his now rock hard cock as it strained against the gökyüzunün üzerinde 3 metre izle fabric. She opened her mouth and moaned, letting him feel the warmth and vibrations as she rubbed her lips and cheeks over him, breathing in his scent.

Still she made no move to suck him, although her mouth was almost watering in anticipation, but she was feeling playful again and didn’t want to end this yet. They’d both be leaving for home soon enough and who knew when they might meet up again, she wanted to enjoy as much of him as possible before they had to part, although she was wondering how much more ‘playing’ he would let her get away with!! He was groaning, spreading his legs sideways so he could push his hips forward and stretch his body out so she could reach him more easily, his knees were digging into the seats in front as his fingers flexed in her hair.

Pulling free of his hand she crawled forward and stretched out face down along the back seat to lie across his thighs, leaning on her forearms as she raised her feet up to point her toes at the roof of the car. She wriggled her bottom where it now lay in his lap, shifting about and parting her knees a little as she sighed and enjoyed the feeling of his cock trapped under her body, pressing against her tummy.

He was chuckling now, running both his hands over her skin where she lay so open in front of him. Her dress was still around her waist and arms and with a little help from her he took a few moments to pull her arms free and haul the crushed blue linen down her body and over her calves and feet. As she settled back she laid her head down on the seat, her arms above her head as she began to tremble at the gentle movements of his hands. His left hand was sliding around her ankle and down her leg to her knee, his right had stroked her hair and was now brushing down her spine, making her shiver. Suddenly impatient she shifted and seemed to be about to get up. He held her still, smiling to himself, it was her turn to be teased! He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her arse saying, “lie still!”

She inhaled sharply at the impact but then turned her head to give him a sly smile and a mummered, “yes Sir!”…. before stretching out across his lap once again. Squeezing her ass cheeks hard, he slid his right hand between her legs, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly over the outside of her utterly drenched panties. He hooked one thumb into them and dragged them down to her thighs, his other hand still gently rubbing and stroking her ass. Then suddenly he pushed his hand roughly between her hot slippery lips and slid two fingers deep inside her pussy, immediately thrusting his wrist hard and fast. She bucked up, gasping and panting as she pushed back against his probing fingers. It felt so good, she was so hot and wet and as he spread his fingers inside her, stretching her walls, she moaned again. Her clit was aching and she wasn’t going to last much longer. His fingers, and indeed most of his hand, were dripping from her juices as he moved them around inside her, pumping then in and out of her soaking pussy. Pulling them out he began to circle her arsehole with his middle finger, pressing gently as she started to whimper and then sliding it hard inside her, pushing his thumb into her pussy as he did so. Bringing his fingers together inside her he thrust them back and forth, slow and shallow at first but getting deeper and faster as she relaxed. She cried out again and bucked back harder against his fingers, his hands on her were moving so deliberately, so rhythmically and she was beginning to tremble now, desperate to climax. He knew she was close and as she lifted up onto her elbow to twist around and slide her hand down to her pussy to rub her clit he pulled his fingers out of her and dragged her off his lap, pushing her into a sitting position next to him.

She was slightly dazed for a few moments and did little but groan in disappointment as she watched him shrug his shirt off. Shaking herself she moved back to him, he was lifting his hips to push his jeans and boxers down and she reached to help him, pulling them down to his knees to release his cock at last. She sighed as he wound his arm around her waist, pulling her close while she ran her hands over his thighs before lacing her fingers together and wrapping both hands around his hot, hard shaft. He was throbbing as she began to stroke him slowly, watching as the movement of her fingers pulled the skin tight over the head and a few drops of pre-cum appeared. “Hmmmmmmm…..” she purred deep in her throat, before leaning forward to lick it up, her tongue circling his swollen head a few times before starting to lap at him with little darting movement as her fingers continued to pump him, picking up speed as she got into a rhythm.

He was breathing loudly, his head lying back on the seat, his eyes closed as he ran his hands over her back and ass and into her hair. She was making little moaning sighs as she licked at him, pausing between swirling her tongue over his cockhead to tell him how she loved feeling his blood pulsing through him, how good his precum tasted, how much she wanted him. He was close and she was desperate to end this but suddenly she needed more, this was their first time together and she wanted him inside her, wanted to be facing him, to get as close to him as she could.

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Brenda could feel the warm summer sun on her as she walked through the meadow towards the top of the hill. Her long dark skirt flowing in the lightly blowing wind as her hair danced with the invisible force. She carried a basket of tasty sandwiches, fruit and a cold bottle of wine.

In the distance she could see him already waiting under the tree with a bag next to him. He had spread a blanket on the ground sitting upright holding his knees. Jack was wearing his usual tee shirt and shorts, to his side a duffle bag. His smile invited her to come quickly. The sun in the azure sky sparkled in his eyes.

Brenda had always admired Jack’s fine physique. He was quite tall with an athletically fit build. His short dark hair was always well kept and complemented his tanned skin. Her excitement was building in her as she approached the picnic site not knowing what he had ultimately planned for their rendezvous.

As she neared the blanket, she saw that there was a rubber mallet lying near his bag. She wondered why he had brought that, but then realized that there were stakes driven into the ground at the corners of the blanket. ‘Gosh, he thought of everything’ she thought to herself.

“Hi Jack.” She said in a giddy little schoolgirl voice while offering a feeble little wave.

“Hi Barb, you finally made it huh?” he responded.

“Yeah, I forgot how far of a walk it was to get here from the road. It’s been a long time since we were last here. How many years has it been now?” she asked through her labored breathing.

“Well, we graduated 10 years ago, so I’d say that makes about 10 years too long.” He said coolly with his perfect smile shining at her in the way that she remembered when they had attended high school together. She remembered that his glorious smile would make her melt inside and her knees get weak. She flashed him a big smile accompanied by a wink as she sat down setting her basket between them.

“Ten years too long? She questioned.

“Well, if you would have agreed to go out with me, all this time apart never would have occurred.” Jack stated in a sarcastic sounding voice as he leaned closer to her.

“You know, Jack, if I didn’t have to study so much then and if my parents would have let me have more freedom, then maybe…..just maybe…..I would have spent some time with you.” Brenda said as she whisked away the windblown hair in her face.

“I do remember when our class came up here to check out this old tree and tested the soil. You were clowning around in the tree and an apple spontaneously fell down and hit you right in the head!” She giggled at the picture that she imagined her mind.

“But Barbara, you do realize,” Jack quickly started, ” I did it all for you. Just to see you smile.”

Boy he is smooth she thought as she looked over his muscles gleaming in the rays of the sun. Her thoughts began roving in her head about what could be in store. She was comfortable with the thought of agreeing to meet him here. Brenda had longed to be with Jack since they were in high school.

Jack reached in the basket and took out the bottle of wine that had already been chilled. He popped the top and poured them each a glass. He held his glass up high to say a toast. “To High School reunions and the new beginnings formed from them!”

Brenda smiled and held her glass up to his lightly clinking them together. “Here, here” she said in agreement. She removed the sandwiches and offered one to Jack. He took it and ate it quickly. Just looking at Brenda was getting him excited for dessert. She looked delicious to him. He wanted to lay her down and have her for lunch. As she was finishing her tasty morsel, he was offering her a refill on wine.

“Why thank you Jack. If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were trying to get me to relax.” She said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Now Brenda, killing county izle you must know how deeply attracted I am to you. I have longed to be alone with you and have my way with you.” Jack professed.

“Have your way with me?” she asked with a welcoming smile.

“Well, you have made me wait for so many years before agreeing to see me. That’s a long time built up. I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are and my body can’t help but react to it.” Jack spoke with anticipation feeling his cock beginning to twitch. He was just waiting for the right moment to make his move.

“Jack, I must admit that I find you exceptionally handsome. I have even had some very wild fantasies about you.” Brenda confessed.

“Really?” Jack questioned wanting to know more.

“Yeah, I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you. To have you just take control and have your way with me and ravish my body.” She continued to the surprise of Jack’s attentive ears while finishing her glass of wine.

“Oh Brenda, you have no idea how badly I want you. I want you now.” Jack stated as he reached over and kissed her firmly on the lips. She responded with the moving of her tongue to meet his mouth. She lay back on the blanket and he hovered over her kissing her passionately. Brenda wrapped her arms around his back tightly. She wanted to get him as close to her as she could. She felt his hardening cock press against her thigh through his shorts.

“Hey Brenda do you trust me?” Jack asked her breaking away from her moist lips.

“Yes, of course I do Jack. Why?” She responded to him.

“Close your eyes.” He directed her. He moved and rummaged through his duffle bag. She then felt a soft cloth cover her eyes. He then gently lifted her head and tied it behind her head.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“You will see. I have a few things planned for us today. Just trust me. I will not hurt you.” Jack reassured her. “I only want to bring you pleasure like you have never experienced before.”

He then took her hand and pulled it. She could feel rope being wrapped around her wrist. She felt him tugging and tying the other end. She wasn’t sure what he was harnessing it too, but then she remembered the stakes in the corners of the blanket. He fastened her other wrist as well.

Jack finally had Brenda right where he wanted her. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse exposing her flesh. He was delighted to find that she was not wearing a bra. He opened her top wide for his viewing pleasure. Jack stared at her small white breast. The dark areolas stood at attention as if to salute him. His fingers lightly grazed over her nipples. Unable to resist the temptation of them, Jack bent over and began to suckle on them one at a time.

Jack reached for the bottle of wine that was nearly empty and poured the remnants over her chest. Brenda began to move slightly in the increasing pleasure. Without hesitation Jack began to lick the tasty drink from her sexy body. Brenda began to sigh lightly as she enjoyed his expertise. His tongue licked all over her chest and down her sides towards the blanket. Sucking and consuming every last drop, he could feel the hardness in his shorts begin to pulse. When he approached the top of her skirt, he stopped. His hands reached around the elasticized material and pulled it down. Brenda lifted her ass to assist him in the removal of her skirt.

Brenda was tied to the ground outside totally exposed but yet feelings of excitement reeled inside her. Oh how she wanted to feel his cock penetrate her and bring her to orgasm. She was imagining Jack with his handsome face over looking hers longing to kiss him.

She felt his lips kissing her belly making their way down. He found her clit and flicked it with his tongue forcing a moan to escape Brenda’s mouth. He closed kıyma izle his mouth around her clit and sucked it with gentleness. Jack took his finger and brought it to her wanting cunt and plunged it deep into her.

“Oh Jack, that feels so good. If I only had known what a connoisseur you are, I would have let you do this to me years ago. Ooohhh.” She spoke to him as he was gratifying her. Hearing her words of satisfaction made him want her more. He dove his tongue deeply in her opening keeping his finger moving rhythmically. Moving his wet finger out and down towards the rim of her asshole. He gently massaged her anal opening before inserting his pointer finger inside the nice tight hole.

Brenda was beginning to feel tingles within her that she had never felt before. She longed to free her hands and grab his head and push his face tightly against her hot cunt. Her body began to get tense. The animal reflexes that she was experiencing amazed her. She was normally such a passive lover, allowing her man to fuck her without much experimentation. Now that she was tied and helpless to respond, she felt such power building up inside wanting to escape in ways that surprised even her.

“Do you like how this feels?” Jack asked yearning to hear how much she was enjoying his manipulations.

“Oh yes Jack. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so good. I want you to bury your face deep within me and taste me cum.” Brenda responded in between her deepening breaths startling herself at the words that came out.

That was all that Jack needed to hear. Knowing he was pleasing her turned him on so much. He licked and sucked at her clit, tonguing deeply inside her sweet tasting cunt. Jack grabbed the wine bottle and inserted it into her cunt. He began to push it in and out. She could feel the trapped air push and pull inside her. Brenda’s moans indicated to Jack that she would soon cum. Jack was relentless; he didn’t slow down for a second. He desired to taste her sex juices and persisted at a frantic pace.

Brenda’s body began to squirm and tense. Her moans could be easily heard through her gasping breaths. Jack pulled out the bottle and smothered his face between her legs where they tightened their grip around his head as a long shudder shot through her body.

Jack began to slow down his work. He gently lapped up the juices from around her sopping cum-filled cunt. Tenderly he grazed over her very sensitive clit and made his way up her belly to her breasts again. Her dark nipples stood erect eager to welcome his warm mouth around them.

“Oooh, Jack that was incredible.” Brenda said in an exhausted dream like voice.

“Well, my dear, there is more to come.” Jack responded with the tone of great excitement in his voice.

Brenda laid there wondering what was next on Jack’s agenda. The expectancy began to build as he uttered his last words. Until now Brenda’s sexual experience had been quite limited having only few experiences. The sensations that she was feeling now were all original and greatly intense. She wished that this would never end.

Jack brought his lips to Brenda’s mouth and so they could lock tongues in an intimate dance. She could taste the remnants of herself lingering there. At first she wanted to pull away, but quickly realized that the taste of her sweetness was very stimulating.

Jack sat next to the side of Brenda now and pulled his shirt off. He desperately wanted to get his aching cock inside her and removed his shorts in very short order. His erect member was hot and ready for action. He straddled over Brenda’s bare chest and coached the tip of his cock to her full succulent lips.

Performing oral sex on a man wasn’t the most appealing thought to Brenda, but now that she had a taste of what could be, she was eager and ready. At the first touch of his soft tip grazing against koala man izle her lips, she immediately responded with licking her lips in search for a connection with it. He held it close for her so that she could kiss and lick it.

“Oh yes, baby, I like that. That feels good” Jack said quietly as he was under the influence of desire. He moved his body up and leaned over her face in a push up position giving him a great angle to fuck her mouth. He lifted his upper body onto his arms and began to slowly bring his huge cock down into her mouth.

Brenda wrapped her lips tightly around his hard member as he started to pull up ever so gently. He penetrated her mouth up and down causing a tremble to surge through his body.

Jack moved away as Brenda expressed her disapproval with a sigh. She was unable to move to reach out to him. He lowered his pelvis over her sensuous body and braced himself for his ultimate breach. Brenda’s body was squirming in anticipation. He grabbed her leg and brought it up straight and let it lean on his shoulder. He was able to bring his wet cock to her cunt and shove the head in.

“Jack, push it in. Push it all the way in. I need to feel you, to feel all of you in me!” Brenda begged Jack to consummate this meeting, still surprising herself with the unexpected words flowing from within her.

Jack inserted his cock in her prepared cunt. He was surprised at how tight it was. He needed to push so slowly yet, forcefully to get his huge member inside all the way. Brenda moaned audibly. “Oh Brenda, you feel so good. You are so tight. You are so beautiful.” Jack spoke reassuring her as his cock stretched her.

Keeping her leg up over his shoulder, Jack bent forward more and kissed Brenda. His hand removed the blindfold from around her head. He wanted to look into her eyes. Her dark brown eyes connected with his for a long intimate stare as Jack rhythmically rocked in and out of her luscious cunt. No words were spoken. Jack moved his mouth to her neck and kissed and licked it, continuing down towards her breasts. Taking one then the other sucking on each as he kept thrusting his cock deep within her.

“Oh Jack. You are so good. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum soon.” Brenda said in between deep breaths. Hearing this only made Jack want her more. He took her other leg and lifted it up with the other one and knelt towards her, giving him a great deep penetrating angle. He held her legs and began to fuck her with more force. He pressed in as far as he could go and pulled out increasing his speed. He began to plunge harder into her.

Brenda’s cunt began to tense and squeeze around his cock. He looked at her and saw her closing her eyes and releasing control. Her body was writhing from the pleasure she was experiencing. Jack took his finger and rimmed her ass. The juice from her cunt was dripping down and made for easy infiltration of his finger. She moaned loudly as his finger took her virgin hole. So succumbed to the incredible feelings, she did not protest against this violation.

Her body began to shake and tense. Jack continued to fuck her harder, his balls slapping her with each thrust. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His cum was building up fast and was ready to explode.

“Brenda you are so hot. I am going to cum too. Cum with me baby.” Jack said feeling a tremble going through his body.

“Jack I want you to cum all over my body. I want to feel you on me. Cum on me and claim me as yours.” Brenda begged knowing he was on edge.

Jack looked at Brenda and kissed her passionately. Their tongues entwined. He lifted his body up. Slowly and forcefully he thrust into her deeply a few more times and pulled his cock out allowing his cum to spurt all over her. He eased her legs gently down then crawled up to her wrists to release her.

He cuddled up next to her and she wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, you were wonderful. That was the most incredible experience I have ever had.” Brenda gently spoke as her hand caressed the sides of his face. Their lips met for a tender kiss. Her other hand smeared his cum all over her belly and breasts. The sun sparkled over them as they lay there enjoying the moment.

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We had chatted, talked and played over the past six months. We had grown closer with each passing day. It started with a simple Private Message and had expanded to be so much more. We shared the small insignificant parts of our day. Just the normal average things that make up every passing day that turns to weeks and months. We grew closer and closer as we began to share more. We moved from chatting and playing on LIT to sharing photos and then talking on the phone. The excitement of seeing her name on the screen would turn the average day into something truly fantastic. When I saw her name on the screen my heart would skip a beat. My breathing became faster and I could feel my entire body become aroused.

I think one of the turning points was actually hearing her voice on the phone. It was like her voice wrapped around my body like a warm blanket. Hearing her voice made me happy and drove me to release a long loud sigh of contentment. She seemed to know just what to say to make me excited and over the moon happy.

We shared so much. What we liked, what we disliked. The highlights and lowlights of each day. We shared fantasies and dreams. We even discussed the possibility of actually meeting and some of the many problems with doing so. But always in the back of my mind was the question, “what if.” What if we actually met. Would she like me? Would I be a disappointment to her? Would what clicked online and over the phone not translate into real-life? So many questions and so many doubts. We lived several states away from each other and meeting each other would not be all that easy.

Then it happened. The planets aligned. I mentioned a business trip to a certain city. Her voice was bubbly when she explained that it was the city that she lived in. We had never shared where we lived except for the state, never mentioning the actual city. I explained that I was flying in on Monday morning and would be in town for the week. She said that not only was she off of work that week but she as of yet, had not made any plans. It really seemed too good to be true. We started to make plans.

I told her what time I would be flying in and what time I would not dead yet izle be checking into my hotel. I agreed to text her once I checked into the hotel and arrange for a time for us to meet in the hotel lobby. I wanted to give her the opportunity to talk to me in person and make up her mind what she wanted to do. As I sat in the hotel lobby I was very conscious of how nervous I was. I was wiping sweat off of my brow and my palms were sweaty. Am I doing the right thing? She is so much younger than me. My life is complicated enough. Should I really go through with this? Should I text her back and tell her I changed my mind? Do I want to complicate her life? What can I really offer her? So many questions running through my mind. I was not even paying attention. She had walked into the lobby and I had not even noticed. My mind lost in all the swirling questions I had racing through my head. I looked up as she touched my shoulder.

The sun streaming into the lobby through the large picture windows bounced off her red hair giving her a halo like a beautiful angel. As my eyes met hers my breath caught in my throat. She had shared photos of herself with me but seeing her in person was overwhelming. She was more beautiful than I could have imagined. I could not speak. She laughed and asked me if I was going to give her a hug? I almost knocked over my chair trying to get up fast to give her the hug she requested. I hugged her tight and whispered her name “Lane, I can’t believe you are here and I am hugging you.”

I offered her a chair and ordered her a drink. We both laughed and talked non-stop for the next 30 minutes as we held hands. Finally, we both took a breath. I looked her deep in the eyes and told her how happy I was to at long last met her. I let go of her hand and told her if just meeting me was enough I would understand. We could both just walk away and nothing more needed to happen. She got a sly smirk on her face and shook her head. “You are not getting away that easy. You finally came to see me and we are spending the day together.” I was still doubting myself so I asked her if she was sure? She took my hand and said, obi wan kenobi izle “Mike, I am totally sure. Now pay for our drinks and let’s go upstairs.”

I tossed a twenty on the table and took her hand and steered her toward the elevator. Her dress clung to her curves in the most alluring way, I could not keep my eyes off of her. As the elevator doors closed I pressed against her and kissed her lips for the first time. Shivers went up and down my spine as my lips touched hers. It was such a gentle kiss but with so much feeling behind it. My tongue gently entered her mouth exploring this mouth that I had never been able to kiss before. The elevator dinged letting us know we had arrived on our floor. It was like being shaken out of a dream. We both giggled and moved quickly down the hall to our room. I fumbled with the card key and dropped it on the floor. She laughed at me and bent over to pick up the key card showing off the roundness of her sweet bottom as she bent at the waist. I groaned watching her. She slipped the key card into the door and unlocked the room pushing the door open allowing me to follow her. My eyes were transfixed on her.

She placed the key on top of the TV and twirled in a circle. Looking me in the eyes she said, “Now that you have me in a hotel room what are you going to do to me?” I wrapped my arms around her kissing her deeply. Lowing her to the bed I continued to kiss her. My hands roaming her body for the first time. Wanting to touch her everywhere at the same time. Our kiss turned from sweet to hungry to overwhelming desire. I broke our kiss took my suit jacket off and removed her shoes. I pushed up her dress and found the sexiest pair of lace panties I had ever seen. I locked my eyes on her panties perfectly cupping her sweet mound, tilting my head and sighing. She teased me by asking if I was only going to look?

I said hell no! Taking my fingers along her hips and slowly removing those wonderful panties. I could see dew on her seam as I gazed at her pussy. I slide a pillow with a towel on it under Lane’s round succulent ass. I looked down on her and told her, “I have dreamed ölüm zamanı izle of tasting you for months.” My mouth starts at her knee and moves up to her thighs. Kissing, licking and caressing as I go. I move close to her dripping pussy but avoid it for now. Sucking on her mound wanting to tease her just a bit. When I can’t hold off any longer I open her pussy lips gently and press my tongue to her heat. She tastes so sweet I moan. Working my tongue on her labia then pressing in deeper probing with my tongue. Soon her sweetness is dripping down my chin. The flat of my tongue is moving up and down her seam, caressing her outer lips before moving to suck and tap her clit. My curled finger enters her tightness and searches for her Gspot. I know I have found it when I hear her whimper and her legs lift her off the bed crushing my face deeper to her pussy.

It is hard to believe after all these months I am actually tasting her. Cupping her ass cheeks, fingering her silky-smooth pussy. My cock is throbbing as I use my mouth for her pleasure. She is calling out my name as she pumps her hips matching my stroking of her clit. I know she is close and while I want it to last there are so many things I want to explore with Lane. I slow my licking and stroking down just a little to build her need up. I want her first climax with me to be one that she remembers. Her whimpers get more urgent. I raise my head and ask her if she is ready for her orgasm. Her response, “Oh god yes, please Mike! I need to cum so bad. Let me cover your face with my juices!”

I tell her, “Just relax Lane, let me bring you over the edge.” I reach up letting her breasts fall free from her dress. My fingers roll her nipples and begin to tug as I suck her hard clit into my mouth. I release one nipple and use my fingers to rub her Gspot faster sucking hard on her clit. She comes undone. Her hips pumping, crying out as her orgasm courses through her body. I slow down my licks avoiding her sensitive clit. Working her through her climax. As she settles down and lets out a deep sigh of relief and release I stop my caressing for the moment. I move up to kiss her soft lips and stroke her hair. “Lane that was only round one. I am here all week. You have me all night and I will make sure my meetings do not run past 5pm each day. You are welcome to stay with me in my hotel room every day and night. Now that we have your first orgasm out of the way, I want to make love to you.”

Part Two to follow…

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Hedonism 4

The sun had only just begun to sink over the Western tip of the island when Adele and I sauntered into the bar and ordered some drinks. Adele chose a small beer to cool her down whilst I went for my favourite tipple of rum and coke. The barman started to pour a cheap rum from the bottle on the sunken part of the bar in front of him but I stopped him and told him I wanted Appleton rum. Smiling at me he gladly poured my desired beverage and we found a table and sat down. The room was half full of couples and singles and Adele and I felt that many of the single guys were already eyeing us up. With our sexy wrap around scarves barely covering our waists and panties, accompanied by our tight t shirts tied around the waists, it came as no surprise that we were being eagerly watched by many pairs of male eyes; along with some female ones.

Adele and I had decided to dress alike, for fun, only my wrap around was pink and lemon while Adele sported a pale blue one. Our panties matched our waist scarves and our t shirts were both white. Without a bra we knew the blue fluorescent lighting would show our breasts to the full once we hit the dance club.

Dave and Alan had decided to go into Mo’bay to ‘check out the local talent’ as they had put it and, to be honest, Adele and I had seen enough of them for one day, literally, and we had both felt like a change for tonight at least. Tonight we were on the pull. Or, to be precise, ready to be pulled.

Several guys of various shapes and sizes approached us and offered to buy us a drink. By ‘buy’ they actually meant fetch as the drinks were all inclusive. We declined all offers as neither of us fancied any of the ‘talent’ that had approached us; besides the night was young and the club was about to open. Once on the dance floor we could assess the male inhabitants more closely as they gyrated their bodies in an effort to impress. Once we had adjourned to the club Adele and I danced together for a while before returning to a table on the side of the dance floor.

Most of the inhabitants of the club were dressed scantily in shorts or tiny dresses that hugged their bodies and showed off their youthful figures. Even the older couples wore clothing that was far too young for them. But what the heck; they were on holiday.

A tall American approached our table and asked for a dance and, smiling, Adele accepted and I watched as she gyrated her slender hips around the floor. Her breasts, hugged tight by her T shirt, were highlighted by the lighting and I felt my pussy moistening as I watched her movements that emanated sex appeal. Her panties could easily be seen beneath her waist scarf and I could swear I could smell her pussy scent. But it was just my imagination.. or more likely my desire.

During the next four hours we both danced with many guys as well as with each other; some in close contact with our partners and most of those soon produced a hardness inside their shorts once their arms and hips had met ours. But, in the end, it was none of the guests that ‘did’ it for either of us.

Winston and George were local boys who worked behind the bar and it was them that Adele and I ended up becoming involved in deep conversation with during one of their breaks towards the end of the evening. It was them that we took back to our room once the club closed around 3.00am.

The two Jamaican lads had sneaked a couple of bottles of coke from the bar after we had told them we had bottles of rum and whiskey, from the flight over, inside our room. Once inside we filled the glasses and switched titans izle on the portable cd player Adele had brought and, for a little while, we just sat on the balcony drinking and laughing and getting to know each other. A slow track came on the player and Adele stood up and reached her hand out for mine.

“Dance with me Princess” she murmured softly. Moments later we were in each other’s arms with our hips and breasts pressed tight together as we slowly danced around the balcony. Winston and George sat back, glass in hand, and their wide eyes glistening from out of their dark Jamaican faces as they watched us gyrating together sensually and erotically. Adele kissed me and I melted into her as our tongues reached deep into each other’s mouths. Our nipples grew erect as our bodies heated up in the cool of the morning air. We both knew that the boys were being turned on by our show of affection for each other but we were oblivious to them as we concentrated on each other. Our hands began to roam up and down each other’s body as our passion grew in intensity. Our kisses became more sensual until our legs started to tremble beneath us and we knew we just had to have each other. Adele pulled her lips from mine as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Glancing at the boys we both noticed the large bulge that their cocks were making inside their black, uniform trousers and I smiled at them as we stepped from the balcony into the bedroom.

“Finish your drinks and watch if you want to.. but for now I need to be with my girl.” I whispered to them as we passed.

Once on the bed our sexual passion could not be held back any longer and we virtually ripped each other’s clothing from our bodies and our mouths met again as we stroked and fondled each other’s breasts and thighs. We didn’t notice the boys leave the balcony and take up 2 chairs in the bedroom as our minds were only on each other. I felt Adele’s fingers suddenly touch my wet pussy and my body jerked into her hand as her fingers slid inside me. I almost bit her tongue off as my hips rammed forward to accept her probing hand and my juices began to flow freely as Adele finger fucked my slit like the expert she was.

With her fingers still inside me I dropped my head to her nipples and began to suck and nip at them sending shivers rippling through her whole body as our passion grew and grew. My first orgasm hit me suddenly and I almost screamed as I writhed on the bed. My teeth bit a little too hard on the nipple in my mouth and Adele jerked backwards. I managed to murmur a ‘sorry’ and she replied she was ok just as her fingers drove that little bit further into me and my juices flooded down her hand.

Moments later we were in a 69 and her pussy was heaven in my mouth as I licked and sucked at her wet slit. Meanwhile my second orgasm began to build just as Adele erupted into her first. I tasted her juices on my probing tongue as she spurted her love nectar freely over it and her sweating body jerked frantically beneath me. I came again moments before I felt a hard pair of hands on my thigh. I looked around and saw Winston kneeling on the bed beside me. He was stark naked and his cock made my eyes water and my clit jump in anticipation. I had heard stories of black men’s cocks but the size of Winston’s was beyond belief. I glanced up at Adele’s face and saw George knelt over her head, cock in hand, and Adele gazing up at his balls from beneath him. Not quite so big as Winston’s but it was still a good 10” long and as thick as any girl could take with too hot to handle izle ease. I slid my body from between Adele’s legs and lay on my back beside her, my head at her feet, just as Winston lowered his hands to my still wet slit. A moment later his head dropped and, just before my vision was blocked, I saw George lower his cock into Adele’s upturned mouth. The smile on her face was a delight to behold as her mouth opened and, somehow, the huge cock entered it almost to the hilt. Adele was an expert at Deep Throat and with these two cocks to play with we both needed to be.

I screamed as Winston’s tongue entered my slit and his hand began to pinch at my nipples. He was between my open legs with one arm stretched up my waist to my breasts and was alternating between right and left as he fondled, moulded and pinched gently at them. Meanwhile his tongue was driving my clit wild as his other hand slid beneath me and I jerked my pussy up into his face as his finger found my anus and probed just inside. His tongue then began to flick from my slit to my clit where he flicked at it smoothly and expertly sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I could hear, through my own moaning, Adele as she sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth and, as I glanced to the side I saw George bend his body over hers into a 69 and heard Adele’s scream of delight as his tongue entered her womanhood.

Meanwhile Winston was sucking greedily at my slit and sending the same sort of ripples through my own body as he brought me to yet another orgasm. My pussy was now so sensitive I just had to let it have a rest and slide from beneath him and motioned for him to lay down on his back. As I scrambled to my knees I looked at Adele who’s mouth was still sucking greedily on the big, black cock inside it. Her eyes rested on mine and she smiled, as best she could with her mouth so full of cock, and I smiled back and blew her a kiss. I then turned my attention to the huge cock waiting for me. My head dropped and Winston let out a loud moan as my mouth encompassed his thick shaft and I took it just over half way down the long length. Flicking my studded tongue over the tip I felt the monster jerk in my mouth and knew he would explode quickly.. But I wanted that cock in my pussy first. I eased up my attention and just licked at his balls for a while, then back to his cock, a few sucks on the shaft then off again and back to his balls.

He almost screamed when my finger slid under him and entered his arse. His cock jerked and I knew if I didn’t mount him soon it would be too late. Meanwhile George had decided it was time to feel Adele’s pussy around his cock and he changed positions so that her legs were over his shoulders and around his neck. I saw the look of anticipation on Adele’s face as she felt the tip of the monster at the entrance to her slit. I bent my head to hers and kissed her before straddling my legs over Winston’s waist and lowering my pussy onto that thick, jerking cock beneath me. I looked deep into his eyes and smiled as I lowered myself onto it. Slowly I fed it into me until the whole length was buried in my soaking wet slit. And then I rode him. Like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco I rode him. Up and down I plummeted on and off that thick cock as Winston groaned in pleasure beneath me. I suddenly changed position from being on my knees to standing, crouched above him. I lowered my pussy onto him again and then began to raise and drop myself onto his throbbing cock. He raised his head and I knew he could too hot to handle brazil izle see his cock sinking in and out of my slit as I brought him almost to the end. But he was lasting longer than I thought he would so decided it was time for a different position. I leaned down to his head and whispered sexily..

“You want to take me in the arse hon?”

The handsome Jamaican’s eyes widened with delight as he murmured back. “Oh God yes Linda.”

Moments later I was on my knees with my back to him as he knelt behind me. Adele was still on her back with her legs around George’s shoulders and her pussy was being pummelled like crazy and her eyes were watering in pure pleasure from the hard fucking she was getting. I moved my head down to her face and we kissed frantically just as I felt Winston’s hands on my hips. The tip of his cock touched the entrance to my bum hole and I relaxed my muscles in anticipation of the arse fucking I was about to get. I smiled as I felt Adele’s hand move from her side and her fingers slid deftly inside my pussy as our tongues flicked wildly back and forth in each other’s mouths. I screamed as Winston entered me. I knew it would hurt; my arse had never taken a cock as big as his, but a small amount of pain is a turn on for me and, with Adele’s fingers fucking my slit I went to heaven.

Winston started to shout as he drove into me.. “Oh my God. Oh God Linda your arse is so tight. Oh yes Yes yes.. Take me. Take my cock you sweet thing. Take it all.

And he fucked me. He fucked my tight arse like it had never been fucked before. I screamed into Adele’s mouth and felt her body shake as another orgasm swept through her. George was still fucking his huge cock into her as she gripped his neck tightly with her ankles and he, too, was shouting obscenities as he reamed into her. How these two guys lasted so long I will never know. But I was in heaven as Adele finger fucked me and Winston arse fucked me with long, deep slow strokes.

Suddenly he shouted to George. “Change over. Quickly. I want to spunk into Adele’s mouth while you spunk into Linda’s. My mind erupted in anticipation of this change of events and moments later I was on my back, head side by side with Adele, while George sat astride my tits and Winston sat astride Adele’s. Their huge cocks were poised at the entrance to our mouths and, as if it had been well rehearsed, they lunged their thick cocks at our mouths and we opened wide to accept them.

Winston came first and I glanced sideways at Adele just as a load of white cum seeped from her mouth as she swallowed greedily at the remainder. Next moment I felt George’s cock stiffen just that bit more and then I felt the onslaught of hot sperm as it shot into my throat. I gulped it down as fast as I could but some escaped and trickled out of my mouth. George continued to fuck my face hard as his spunk spurted out in thick globules inside me. Suddenly he pulled out and he began to spurt over my face and hair and finally my tits. Looking sideways at Adele I saw that she too, was covered in white spunk but had a wonderful look of satisfaction spread over her sweet face.

George climbed off me and headed for the bathroom and seconds later I heard the splashing as he relieved himself. Winston collapsed into a chair and Adele moved onto her elbow and looked down at me as I lay there covered in cum and smiling broadly. She bent down and kissed me before commencing to lick George’s spunk from my face and tits. When she had finished I cleaned her up in a like manner and we then headed for the shower.

The warm water flooded over our tanned skin as we began to soap each other down and it wasn’t long before our lips were touching and our fingers exploring. But maybe that is another story….

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Stay Safe. Sweet Linda

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