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Slowly he continues to work his fingers inside her, his tongue pulling the last few ripples of orgasm. Not wanting to give her a chance to calm down too much he leaves his hand pressed against her pussy but brings his mouth to her lips.

Slick with her orgasm he presses his lips to hers. She eagerly accepts them sucking his bottom lip between her teeth, licking the flavor from him. He groans against her mouth.

She feels how wet she is, the cool material of the couch beneath her is damp. She blushes.

“Don’t you dare get shy on me Princess.” He growls in her ear.

She opens her mouth in rebuttal. He pushes his two fingers into her open mouth. She obediently begins to lick and suck them clean.

“Listen to me. You are so goddamn sexy. I want you bold. I demand admission. None of that shy bullshit.”

She nods.

He stands, offering her his hand. It is as much an offer as a challenge. Take the blue pill, stay where you are. Or take the red pill, and travel down the rabbit hole.

She lays her hand gently in his and meets his gaze allowing him to pull her to her feet.

He smiles that devilish smile and leads her to his room. He guides her to sit on the bed, she is still nude and is aware, but is determined to remain confident.

Climbing onto the bed he lays back against the pillows and pats the space next to him. She crawls her way to him as gracefully as she can. She can tell he is enjoying this game, making her stay nude while he remained safely clad in jeans. She aches for the ability to freely touch his skin, but she is willing to play his game for now. She is on his turf, all the travel and airwaves between them was neutral ground. Here, he is in charge.

He rolls onto his side and lets his gaze slide slowly and brazenly all over her body. She can feel his eyes leaving an electric trail. He places his hand splayed wide on her stomach. Trails his fingers up, around each breast, her collar bone, up her neck line and down the edge of her jaw. He runs gentle fingers over her lips. She rolls onto her side to face him. He places his hand on the curve just before her hip. Grips her hip bones, lets his thumb run over the sensitive skin across her waist.

Her lips part gently, she watches him take in her body. Much more graceful than she would have imagined possible he places her on top of him. She squeals. He smiles at her while she blushes.

He continues to admire her figure and she continues to let him. In another fluid motion she is caught in his embrace and his mouth is liquid heat on hers. It takes much less prompting this time and she moans into his mouth. He smiles, pleased at his ability to istanbul escort make her respond, she who makes him drown with her gasps and sets him on fire with her moans. He gave her hers the first time, this time he needs to take his own. But not yet.

She is fire and ice in his hands, everywhere he touches, kisses, licks; she erupts in shivers and raised flesh. When he bites or scratches her, she arches into his touch, begging for more.

He finds himself between her legs again, his arms wrap around her thighs to keep them spread wide. She tastes as good as he ever imagined. Far less inhibited this time she fucks his face, his tongue. He decides that if she wants to ride his tongue, he will let her.

With no warning he leaves her pussy, mouth glistening with her juices, and lays back beckoning her to him with an arched eyebrow and a come-hither gesture. Her eyes widen as she realizes what he is getting at. She swallows all her insecurity and climbs her way to straddling his face.

He gives her a hot look from beneath her before diving back in to the task facing him. At first, she was still, he felt her muscles twitching, and felt her control them. Wrapping his arms around her thighs he spreads her wider for his mouth to explore. She shivers and risks a glance at him. She finds him staring up at her, she bites her lip. He bites her clit in response. A warning to not be shy. He rolls his tongue around her clit before sucking on it hard. Her last bit of control leaves her, and she is back grinding against his mouth. He moans against her. Her thighs start to shake, and she is cumming before he expected. Holding her down by the thighs he never lets up his oral assault.

“Jesus fuck” is her breathy reply to his tongue.

He eases his hold on her thighs and lets her up and off his face. She collapses beside him panting.

When she looks up at him she realizes he still hasn’t cum, and this isn’t over yet. A shock flows through her core. She reaches out to him pulling his mouth, still wet, to hers. Kissing is her kryptonite. She traces every inch of his back, rakes her nails down his skin, bites the curve of his neck harder than she ever would dare with anyone else. She bites down his throat to his chest, drags her teeth across his abdomen. She sinks her teeth into his hips while she works to unfasten his belt. Having made surprisingly quick work of his belt and the button on his jeans, she pulls the zipper down and slips the denim over his hips. He lifts to help her get them over the curve of his ass. In boxer briefs he is strained against the material, hard and ready to go. His body belying the composure he was putting forward. escort bayan Composure she wanted desperately to make crumble.

She lays herself between his thighs, runs her nails along the outline of his cock. She bites the inside of his thigh and smiles as he growls at her. She teases the flesh just beneath the waist band, lets her fingers trails just a little further. Slowly she tugs the briefs down and he springs free of his cotton blend prison.

A grower not a show-er is what he always called himself, regardless it was a show she was fond of. In front of her for the first time she’s never been hungrier for a taste of someone before. He reaches down and runs his hand up his shaft pulling a drop of pre cum to his tip. She leans forward and touches her tongue to it. He watches the clear strand stuck to the tip of her tongue form a sticky trail to her mouth from his head.

She leans forward and circles the tip of him with her tongue. Pulls it into her mouth and sucks on him. She traces her fingers around his shaft as she slowly works her way down taking him in an inch at a time. When her lips press flush against his skin, she swallows letting her throat muscles work around him before pulling back. She forms a steady rhythm, her hand working part time to avoid her jaw giving out.

She works her hand up the way she had seen him do and brings more pre cum to the top, it leaks in a sticky stream. She follows it with her eyes and then her tongue. He grabs a handful of her unruly curls and pulls her mouth down onto his cock. Not forceful just firmly. She moans around him.

“Okay Princess, you are amazing, but I want to cum inside you.”

She lets her teeth graze over the head of him before coming back to his mouth and kissing him. They had each thought about their first time 1 million times over, how it would happen, what position they would be in. Now that they were here, all the kink could and would come another time, right now he needed to feel as much of her as he could.

In a tale as old as time, he settles between her legs and she spreads for him, raising up to meet him. But when he finally slides into her the first time it’s like nothing ever before. She is wet heat, velvet smooth hugging every inch of him. She pulses around him in anticipation. He feels her heart flutter through her pussy. When he pushes as deep as he can, and then a little deeper, her nipples pucker and her muscles twitch. She is pure sex beneath him.

He lowers himself, kissing her as he pulls out nearly all the way. She whimpers as he toys at the opening to her hole.

“Tell me what you want Princess” he coaxes against her mouth.

She escort istanbul looks at him, holding his gaze.

“I want you inside me, I want you to make love to me, I need you to fuck me, Sir.”

That something sinister, something sexy, flashes in his eyes. His agreement came with a solid, hard thrust. She cries out. Her eyes close for a moment, but she opens them again to look him in the eye. A pleading look on her flushed face. She needs him.

He falls into a slow rhythm, deep, hard strokes. She grips the sheets and arches up against him. Her hips roll with him. He picks up the speed. Her lip caught between her bottom teeth.

“I wanna hear you Princess.”

He sees her swallow as he thrusts into her hard. She’s fighting back moans.

“So, give me a reason to make some noise.”

He smirks at her knowing her bravado is a façade and she is hanging on to composure by a strand. Still a challenge is a challenge.

He snakes a hand up around her throat, just a gentle but firm reminder of who is in charge. Of who she belongs to. She gasps and moans.

He smiles and continues thrusting into her, a bead of sweat falls off his forehead and rolls down between her breasts as she arches her back off the bed. He pulls his hand free of her throat and focuses on driving his cock into her. He feels his orgasm edging closer and he is determined she is going to cum again.

Reaching between her legs he teases her clit with his thumb, a few gentle strokes, a few focused circles while he moves inside her hitting every delicious spot, she never knew she had. Her mouth falls open and her eyes slam shut. She takes deep gulping breaths followed by shallow breaths.

The wet smack of their skin sounds as he works against her tightening walls. He feels the first ripple of her orgasm; her hands grip his skin anywhere she can grab. She settles against his back raking her nails hard down his skin, his name falls from her lips followed by moans and a few guttural words. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in tighter. She pulls him to her and presses her mouth to his ear. He hears her sighs and breathy moans as she comes down, each spasm of her muscles squeezing him tighter. When she bites his bottom lip the first strands of cum shoot from the tip of his cock. He drives himself deeper inside of her as sticky hot cum coats the inside of her pussy. He pulls out nearly all the way as the last few drops leak from his tip. She is glistening with sweat, a small trail of cum leaking from her swollen, pulsing pussy.

He can’t help himself, he bends down and licks all around her pussy. He sticks his tongue inside her. Their combined flavor is intoxicating. She groans watching him. He smiles and comes up to her lips letting her taste them off his mouth and tongue.

“I’m so glad you’re here Princess.” He says pressing his forehead to hers. She offers him a genuine smile in return.

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(Part 3) Coach & Divorcee – What You Want

Loosely based on real events. This is the 3rd of this story. Part 1 and Part 2 all lead up to this.

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“All of the players have checked in. Tell the hotel your reservation is under Vicki S. A king size, single bed just like you wanted.”

I’d just finished dropping off my clothes and equipment to the hotel room for the soccer tournament. My team’s first game wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon, and I had seen other coaches and parents at the giant hotel bar. There was also the pool, and the beach. But…my mind was on Vicki. As if she knew, I got a text message.

“You missed the bar’s happy hour but that’s where I’ll be.”

It was barely over a week since Vicki and I had last had drinks, and I could practically taste her still. I’d tasted every inch of her in the office of the sports facility. Never been so turned on. But she’d left me hard, on edge, and helpless when her soon-to-be ex-husband had interrupted us about their kids. Now…Vicki was officially divorced.

Other parents and coaches were at the bar. Vicki and I locked eyes instantly — though she was deep in conversation with another mom, Cherri. The club owner, Ron, called me over and bought me a few drinks as I chatted with the other coaches about our schedules. Vicki walked right in the middle of us, her peppy smiled flashing at everyone.

“Hi, boys! Is everyone having a good time?”

She instantly had everyone’s attention and all eyes were very much on Vicki who wore her customary, tight yoga pants. Cherri joined her and announced:

“Vicki is celebrating — she joined team divorce. It’s much more fun here, right? So who’s buying drinks?”

Our boss, Ron, immediately bought everyone another round. I watched the other men’s expressions grow much more interested, and both Cherri and Vicki were looking at me teasingly. Now, I was annoyed, jealous, and aroused.

“If only I’d known I’d have bought you a big bottle of wine to celebrate,” I told Vicki sarcastically, stepping forward to say hello. I opened my arm and Vicki hugged me…and to my surprise Cherri hugged me too.

“I do love wine,” Vicki replied, smiling. “But I guess you owe me another bottle for my team manager skills so…”

“Or maybe,” I cut Vicki off. “You owe me for my….long hours in the office?”

Vicki’s eyes widened a little and Cherri giggled, smirking at the two of us. I could tell Cherri knew something was up the moment I came to the bar — so I figured I’d play a little back. I bought both of the ladies drinks.

“You know I don’t know what I’m going to do about you,” I leaned in and said low into Vicki’s ear. She turned to me, her smile becoming softer.

“In my experience, you need to do what you want. Whatever you really want.”

“Whatever I want?” I asked, nervous excitement rushing through me again.

“That’s right,’ Vick said, leaning back on the bar and watching me with a wry, daring look. “So, coach, what do you want?”

———

The moment we stepped into my hotel room I wrapped Vicki in my arms and we began to kiss. I’d been rock hard since the bar and was desperate not to waste time, especially remembering our interruption from the last time. She tasted delicious and sweet and my lips tingled as we touched, and my hands slid down her sides, underneath her yoga pants, grabbing her firm petite ass. I squeezed her ass roughly and she pulled back, smiling.

“So I guess this is what you want, huh?” She laughed.

“Not even close,” I growled, picking her up easily istanbul escort and setting her on top of the kitchen counter. “I want these fucking clothes off, Vicki.”

“Then you’ll have to –“

Vicki gasped as I yanked her yoga pants down to her knees. Pushing her legs up, I pulled her pants off, exposing her gorgeous legs and pretty little ass — she wasn’t wearing any panties. Vicki flushed, covered herself, but kept smiling.

“You know — you owe me. But I’m not going to beg for it,” I warned her, gently pulling her into me so she could feel how hard I was.

“Well I’m not going to beg either,” she answered. “But you should take those pants off.”

As I backed up, pulling my shirt off and unbuckling my belt, Vicki climbed down from the counter and onto her knees in front of me. She began kissing my abs and her fingers trailed down my side to my waist. My cock popped free, big and hard, and Vicki gasped a little, grinning.

“Show off. But it is even bigger in person.” She grabbed it with both hands and I tensed, already throbbing. She put the tip to her lips, sucking gently on the head, using both her hands to work the length. Then she hold on to my hips and began licking along it, all the way to my balls, sucking them, and licking slowly back to the head of my cock.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked her, smiling.

“Very much. Are you sure you can handle me?” She teased.

“Are you sure you can handle me, is the question,” I countered.

Instead of answering, Vicki took my cock in her mouth, sliding it along her tongue. She worked her way back and forth to almost half way. I groaned as her wet, warm tongue sent waves through me. Then she pulled back, gasping, wiping her mouth, but still smiling.

“Damn. A mouthful, baby,” she exclaimed stroking me.

Vicki took me in her mouth again, faster this time. Grabbing my ass as she pushed my cock deep in her mouth, she got almost all the way before gasping and pulling back. Instantly she went deep again. And again.

“Fuck.” My hands tangled in her curls as her mouth moved up and down.

I could feel the pleasure building, my muscles flexing. Then I felt her pull back, nails clawing my ass.

“Fuck me. Almost got it all the way that time — enjoying yourself?” Vicki asked, winking and wiping her mouth.

I pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply and forcefully. “Why they fuck do you still have clothes on?” I asked, pulling her tank top over her head.

If even possible, I got more turned on at having Vicki completely naked, smiling innocently at me. Runner’s body — she never got tired of telling me about her soccer mom workouts — skin lightly tan everywhere, with little freckles all over. Her breasts were small and full, perky. I kissed her nipple, biting it gently, wrapping one arm around her waist.

“Oh god, please. I told you I’m not going to beg you for it…” she breathed, eyes closed.

“Beg for what?” I asked my hand sliding down between her legs, feeling how wet she was.

“…to give it to me…inside me…”

Sliding my fingers inside her and grabbing her ass, I picked Vicki up. “You did order me a king size bed,” I reminded her. Vicki smiled burying her head in my chest as I carried her into the bedroom.

“I want to make you beg for it,” I growled to her, laying her down on the bed.

“No, no — this is the queen’s bed now,” She teased, crossing her tan, toned legs and propping her manicured feet against my chest.

“Don’t think so,” I grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of escort bayan the bed, my cock pressing against her crossed legs. “Can you handle me?” I teased her.

“Don’t keep me waiting. I’m not going to be–ahhh,” Vicki moaned as I pushed my cock inside her. Her wetness covered me, but she was so tight. She moaned excitedly with every inch as my cock went deeper and deeper. I grit my teeth as I felt her pussy clenching around my dick, tight and wet and ready. I rocked back and forth, feeling her ache with each push. I was careful not to get too deep, not until she was ready. Not until she was begging for it.

I leaned over her, watching her bite her lip, that smile always for me. She reached for my hands and I grabbed her wrists, pulling her pretty body closer to me. She couldn’t resist. I beg fucking her deeper, still slowly. Her smooth skin flushed warm.

“Oh, fuu– yes, baby, harder, baby,” Vicki whispered breathlessly. “Ah, fuuuck.”

I pushed my cock all the way insider her until her ass cheeks touched my thighs. I’d never been so turned on, or been with anyone who made me feel so aggressive, electrified. She was gorgeous. “I don’t give a fuck if you beg,” I told her. “But I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever have.”

“Oh, yes, uh, uh…” Her ass slapped against my legs with each thrust. I pulled her into me, her smooth legs sliding along my chest and her perky tits bouncing. Deep and short. Again and again, getting faster.

“Yes, yes.”

I began fucking her longer, pulling back and pushing deeper with bigger and bigger strokes. Vicki’s head rolled back and mouth came open and I could feel her pulse racing. I kissed her legs, biting the vanilla-scented skin. “Fuck.”

The bed shook as I went harder, blood rushing like fire inside me. She was tight and slick and I could feel every inch of her as my cock slid in and out. Her body tensed, muscles contracting, and a twitch trembled through her body. She was close…

“Almost, please! Yes, please!” Vicki exclaimed, grabbing my wrists and pulling herself in to me. “Please, please, YES!”

Her legs uncrossed, straightening as the orgasm hit her. I didn’t stop and kept fucking her, wrapping her legs in my arms. I could feel her shaking and shaking, hands pulling at the bedsheets. I slowed as her body began to relax again. She was panting, trying to say something: “A break…please…I need a break…please…”

I growled as she turned to crawl further onto the bed. I loved watching her pretty ass, and still wanted to fuck. The mix of manly pride at how quickly she’d cum and my unsated arousal was intoxicating. I climbed onto the bed beside her. “Fine, baby. But don’t you tell me you’re done. I want to play with your pretty ass all night.”

Smiling contentedly, Vick stuck her ass up in the air teasingly. I spanked her, slapping her toned cheek hard. She yelped, twisting away in surprise. Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Hey, control yourself, coach!” She protested, but she stuck her butt up in the air again.

I smacked her ass again, laughing. Vick rolled closer to me, kissing me fiercely. “That’s a royal ass you are smacking.”

“Royally red,” I joked, smirking.

” — you’re getting cocky. I need to even things up again,” she said, pushing me onto my back and straddling me.

“Sure you can handle it?” I teased her again.

“I’m the queen aren’t I?” Vicki slide back on top of me, and I felt her grab hold of my still hard cock. Locking eyes with me, she bit her lip as she rose up off my hips and slowly lowered herself on escort istanbul top of my dick. She gasped, bracing her hands on my leg and stomach.

My cock and her pussy were both still soaking wet and she slid down easier than before, though I still felt every tight inch. Vicki began to grind on me, riding back and forth. “Damn, that’s deep. Oh, damn. I haven’t done this…very much…” She admitted. She placed both hands on my chest and pushed back, hips rolling my cock around inside her and making me groan.

“Well you’re fucking fantastic at it,” I told her truthfully.

Emboldened at the compliment, Vicki sat back, taking me deep inside her, pulling her hands back above her head to show off her nakedness.

“Do I pass the fitness test, coach?” she asked. Her hips rode back and forth, getting faster.

“The body of a model — but I want to see how long you can last,” I grinned. I began fucking up from beneath her, causing her to brace herself on my chest again. I grabbed her her, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Let’s….see…how long…you…last,” Vicki murmured, leaning her head against mine as her body rose into the air as I thrust into her. Then she began to kiss my neck, my ears, and shivers coursed through me. It was my turn to gasp and she jumped at the chance.

“Found your weak spot!”

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage as I grabbed her ass. She began riding me harder, tongue trailing along my neck, biting me. Reaching back she gently grabbed my balls, her other hand grabbing my hair and pulling roughly. It was so fucking hot. I smacked her ass hard. And again.

“You like that ass, baby?” Vicki asked, kissing my neck.

“I’m going to bend you over after this,” I warned her.

“Uh…uh huh….yes, yes…” Vicki’s body was tensing up again, her grinding was slowing. I didn’t let her stop. I began pounding into her faster, driving her into the climax. “Oh, fuuu–agaaaain.”

She sat up, leaning back with both hands on my thighs as we fucked her into orgasm. She squealed, clenching her knees together as her body jerked, as a spasm rushed through her. “Don’t stop! I want you to cum, baby,” she told me. As she began coming down from the climax, I sat up. Grabbing her by the hair, I rolled her off of me and pushed her into the pillows, ass up in the air.

The tension built up inside me screamed to release. To keep fucking her. I wanted her — all of her, all not. I gripped her hips, shoving my cock inside her creamy pussy.

“You are really trying to get me fucked up, huh?” I growled.

“It’s fun to get you so riled up,” Vicki giggled softly. “Do I have to beg you to stop being gentle or — mmmffff!” Her words muffled as I clapped my hand over her mouth, driving my cock in deep. She was trying to make me lose control and it was working. I began pumping her from behind, her ass slapping against my hips. She grabbed my wrist, sucking on my fingers with one hand as I pinned her other arm behind her back.

“Oh, uh, uh, yes — fuck,” Vicki grunted.

I fucked harder, my balls slapping against her. I could feel her legs twitch, wired from the last orgasm. Both hands in her hair, I pulled back roughly, biting her neck, before pushing her back down. With both hands, I slapped down on her ass. “Fuck.”

All the tension and pleasure exploded as I came insider her. I grunted, gritting my teeth as my body slammed in Vicki, lost in the moment. Vaguely, I heard her moan and shiver as well — triggering her to climax again. As we caught our breath, Vicki rolled over, angelic smile bright enough to dazzle the devil himself.

“I am the best team manager ever aren’t I?” She asked, laughing.

“No contest. And the night is only getting started,” I agreed as I pulled her closer.

(I think there will also be a PART 4 now — so to be continued…)

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Kim knew Darnell would punish her now again for she had failed one of his commands she burnt his food, even though it was his fault, she had done it and she would gladly take responsibility for it the thought of him punishing her oh it just totally enticed her, the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes, the strength in his being, it was just what she needed.

“You’re never going to learn are you little one, you know every god damned time you disobey me I will punish your sweet ass don’t you?” he barks out in a commanding voice, pulling back on her hair.

“Yes I do, why do you think I did it, looks like your going to have to punish me now doesn’t it.” She replies back talking him.

“Little girl you just made a very big mistake, you think your daddies going to be nice to you don’t you, well you had better guess again, I gave you the opportunity to do as I told you to, and again you failed, now I find out your doing it intentionally, that’s it, no more mister nice guy.”

He was determined to get her to obey him one way or another, although she knew he wouldn’t ever hurt her, there for he had total control over her entire being, he was going to make her wish she had just obeyed him, although what he had in mind for her would be just as hard on him, but he knew he had to do it, he was going to make her clean the house and yet tease the shit out of her all day long, not letting her cum at all until he was damn good and ready, he might not let her cum until they go to bed tonight, but controlling himself from Cumming before hand was going to take a lot of will power on his behalf.

Taking a hold of the back of her neck he leads her into the dining room, this is where it would begin, standing her in front of the table, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back toward his chest, squeezing onto her breasts, not enough to hurt her but enough so she knew he had control, taking her nipples in between his fingers pulling out on them twisting and tweaking them.

Her breathing deepening, her soft moans now getting louder, she grinds her ass against his member, he pulls now harder on her nipples, twisting them harder.

“Stop it right now!!” he commands in a very harsh tone.

“Oh no I won’t you like it when I do that, you know you want to put that big thing up inside me, I want it daddy I want it now please daddy please give it to me” She replies again in a back talk yet in a very sexy little whine as well.

“You nasty little slut, your little whining isn’t going to get you what you want this time, you think you’re good enough to have my cock inside you? You didn’t obey me I told you not to burn my food, and yet you did just that intentionally, and you think I am going to reward you with my cock, fat chance in hell of that, I told you no more mister nice guy, this house needs to be cleaned and that’s your chore for the entire day.”

“And just what prey tell are you going to do, just stand there and watch me?” she asked in almost wicked sort of tone.

“Are you questioning me, you little slut?”

“That’s exactly what I am doing why should I have to do this housework alone?”

“You’re the one who wanted to disobey me intentionally now I have to punish you, now put your nasty ass to work and you will begin your cleaning in here, Clean off this damn table now!!!! How am I supposed to use this table to my advantage when you have all your shit on here?”

She sets off to work, cleaning off first their dining ataköy escort room table, there was a piece of paper at the back of the table that she couldn’t reach, she looks back at him, with a very sad sort of begging look in her eyes.

“Can you help me and reach that paper for me please daddy?” she asks softly in her soft little voice.

“Oh hell no I can’t you will just have to reach over the table and get it yourself.” He commands.

Knowing full well that if she reached her body across the table that left her ass bare and exposed for him to do as he pleased with it, she slowly moves her body around the table to get the paper, when suddenly she feels a hand in the back of her hair pulling her backwards.

“Who in the fuck told you to move you little whore? Get your nasty little ass back here and do as I told you to and do it NOW!!!!”

She does as he tells her to she leans over the table reaching for the paper he pushes her body almost flat down onto the table with one hand, quickly without warning in a rough sort of fashion pushing two fingers from his other hand deep inside her rose bud, she screams as her head throws back, as her ass tries to push back against his fingers.

“That’s right my little slut scream for your daddy, but don’t you dare cum yet, your not going to cum at all today I won’t allow it, you were a very bad little girl, and now you’re going to pay the consequences, by the end of this day you will learn to obey me and do what I tell you when I tell you to do it and just how I tell you to do it do you understand me?” He barks out as he pushes his fingers now even deeper inside her.

“Yes I do, but I only wanted…” she replies in a soft shaky voice.

“You only wanted what? Bitch you wanted exactly what you’re getting, you wanted me to control you that’s exactly what you wanted, well disobey me again and see what happens.”

“I won’t disobey you again I promise, just please daddy, please don’t make me wait till later to release what’s building inside me oh god please don’t.” she whines.

“You will do what the fuck I tell you to, NOW I TOLD YOU DON’T YOU DARE CUM!!!” he spreads her legs running his tongue over her pussy lips.

Oh god please daddy!!!!!!!!!!” she lets out in a soft screech as she again tries to push back against him.

“Oh hell no I told you No and you’d best not do it!” he commands as he begins to whip her ass, NOW GET THE FUCK UP YOU H AVE WORK TO DO!!!” He commands as he pulls her off the table by her hair.

She continues to clean in the dining room, each time she would bend over to pick something up he would slide two fingers deep inside her now growing ever so wet pussy, teasing at her g-spot, the last time she went to stand up he kept her bent over, pushing down on the small of her back, he let her grind against his fingers, but he knew she wouldn’t dare disobey him, he knew just how hard she was fighting to obey, and then suddenly he would stop, each time he did this her moans and screams would get louder, she was so hoping he would just take her, but she knew he wouldn’t until he was ready, or until he thought she had been punished long enough.

Taking her by the hair once again he leads her into the kitchen, taking her over to the stove, making her look at the food she had burnt.

“God damn it if you hadn’t burnt my food I wouldn’t have to be doing this to you right now, why did you make me have to do this?”

“I’m sorry daddy.” She replies bakırköy escort as she begins to cry.

“Oh I know you are, and I’m sorry too but you’re crying isn’t going to work right now, you chose not to obey me and now you have to be punished, maybe by the time today is over you will have learned something.” He replies as he places one hand on the stove and one hand on the counter, bending her over so she stares directly at the inside of the pan.

“DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THAT PAN, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD.”

“I won’t I promise I will be a good girl, I will do what daddy tells me to.”

“That’s my good girl, but you’re still going get just what’s coming to you don’t you dare move.”

With her hands now in place, he parts her legs, standing in behind her reaching down in between them taking his member into his hand in one swift motion he buries himself as deep and as hard inside her pussy as he possibly could feeling the tip of his dick damn near hit the back of her pussy, she screams as her head once again throws back, yet she knew she couldn’t move, she told her daddy she would be a good girl and do just what he told her to, over and over again he would pull it out almost all the way and slam it back in again, her screams got so loud they echoed off all the walls.

Feeling her pussy clamping down around him he knew what was going to happen, grabbing the back of her hair, he pulls her head back as he whips her ass one more time.

“Are you honestly going to disobey me again, I told you not to cum and I damn well meant it, now get the hell up you have work that needs to be finished, the first thing you will do in here is scrub that god damned pan until it comes completely clean, do it now!” he commands as he pulls his member away from her.

She turns toward him instead of toward the sink, placing her hands on his chest, looking directly at him, as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Daddy please, this is so hard, I need you please give it back to me, I will be a good girl daddy, please don’t punish me anymore.” She pleads in her soft sexy little voice that she knows would normally get to him.

He places his hands on her cheeks kissing her softly, wiping her tears away, slowly sliding his fingers into the sides of her hair, as he pulls her head back lightly.

“Listen, you know your daddy loves you with all his heart, you could have had me all day long in just the way you wanted me, hell for that matter we could have spent the entire day in bed together if you really wanted to, but no you had to disobey me so now I have to do just what you left me no choice but to do, now your going to finish this house work, and maybe just maybe if you’re a good girl for the rest of the day or at least until you finish your house work, maybe daddy will let you cum for him then, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh god yes, I need you I will be a good girl, I promise.”

“Now be a good girl and finish your work, you do as I tell you to and then we shall see what happens.”

He kisses her one more time, turning her toward the sink she proceeds to clean the pan as he slips his hand between her legs her body jumps as he runs his finger over her clit, sliding his finger again inside her as he leans in kissing softly at the side of her neck, he could feel her body slowly beginning to melt, she finishes up the pan and places it in the dish drainer, slowly she leans back toward him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers working into his hair.

“No baby not yet, it’s not time, you need to clean out the sink and wipe down the stove and the counters.” He commands only softer this time, as he takes her hands out of his hair and her arms off from around his neck although he really didn’t want to.

He wanted to take her right then and there and let her give him exactly what she needed to, but he knew it just wasn’t quite time yet.

“I am going to give you a break for now, go sit down and have a cigarette and we are going to have lunch in a few minutes, I will make it this time, we wouldn’t want you to burn anything else today now would we?” he asks with a devilish sort of snicker.

“No we don’t want to burn anything else today I learned my lesson daddy.”

She goes off to sit in the living room, as he proceeded to fix their lunch, he was talking with her and all of a sudden she got quiet, he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t answering him.

He walks around the corner of the wall to find that she had drifted off to sleep in her chair.

Walking over to her he places one of his arms around her shoulders, the other he placed under her legs, picking her up into his arms, her arms resting around his neck as her head rested on his shoulder, she snuggled into him he carries her down the hall to their room, he lays her on the bed gently, as he lays on the side of her gently running his fingers through the side of her hair.

“You are such a good girl, you are my good girl, why couldn’t you have just obeyed me earlier, daddy didn’t like having to do that to you, but you know you left me no choice.” He whispers in her ear.

Her body jumps as she snaps awake fearing she may have failed him again, looking him directly in the eyes again she starts to cry.

“I’m sorry daddy god I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep, please, please don’t punish me again, I will do anything you ask of me but please, please don’t punish me.” She pleads softly.

“Baby girl it’s ok, it’s over daddies not going to punish you, daddy won’t punish his baby girl for falling asleep if she’s tired, I know I put you through a hell of a lot today you did a very good job, you did just as I told you to and you have to know that, now come here to daddy.” He replies as he wraps his arms around her just holding her as her body started to tremble.

“Daddy please, I need you, please make love to me” She whispers as she slides her fingers into the side his hair.

Still with his arms wrapped around her he rolls her onto her back, positioning his body over hers, looking deep into her eyes, the softest warmest, most loving smile came over his face, as he reached down between them once again taking his now again hardened member into his hand and ever so slowly begins to guide it inside her, she let out with one hell of a scream as her back arched, and her head went back nestling in between the pillows, as he proceeded to make love to her never once taking his eyes off hers, he could feel her muscles once again closing down around him and he knew.

“Oh good god Daddy please!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she lets out in a scream.

“It’s time baby cum for daddy, let it go baby girl.” He replies in his very sexy voice.

“Cum with me daddy please cum with me!!!” she whispers as she locks her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as the released all their built up tensions as he rolls back onto his back, taking her into his arms once again, as she rested her head on his chest, as they drifted off to sleep.

To the readers: this is the 3rd part to “cleaning day” for the continuation see “daddydearest”.

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A knock at the door brings her head up with a snap. Her mirror reflects a deep blush climbing up her neck from between creamy breasts. She tucks freshly rouged nipples into the taught black lace of her bra and buttons the translucent black blouse. Running to the front door, she peeks out the window to identify the knocker. A gasp and she unlocks and opens the door to the blowing wind and snow.

“Bill!” she breathes, pulling him into the warmth of the foyer and quickly closing the door behind him, leveraging a hip against it to make the lock engage again. “God, it’s a mess out there!” She crosses behind him, brushing the snow from the shoulders of his coat.

“Sorry to stop by unannounced, Karey,” he laughs sheepishly, stomping the snow from his boots to the rubber mat on the tile floor of the entryway. “I was in town making copies of my next submission for group and got the car totally stuck in a snow bank. And, of course, my cell’s dead as a doornail. Laura had it all week and didn’t charge it.” She feels a twinge in her solar plexus at the mention of her name. He glances a fraught apology directly into her eyes. She melts.

“Well, let’s get you warm, mister. You’re soaked. And you can call home from my phone while I put on the kettle. Or would you prefer coffee?” She remains behind him, removing his soggy coat and hanging it up. She is still alarmingly out of breath.

“Coffee sounds great!” he said, rubbing his hands together briskly. She points him to the living room phone and scoots into the kitchen.

“Breathe, girl!” she admonishes herself, reaching into the freezer for the coffee. Her hands shake slightly as she puts the filter in the basket, fills it and fills the carafe with cold water. “I could use a couple of stiff cups, myself” she thinks, glancing down at the front of her blouse to make sure the buttons are done up correctly. Looks like you’ve got a couple of stiff cups already, she giggles, noting the insistent nipples outlined clearly through the sheer fabric. Hoo boy. Nothing like being caught during dress up time to make a girl’s juices flow. Guess it would be a little obvious to change into something a bit more modest right now. And Bill’s always been her flirting sparring partner, so why not shake things up a little on this snowy afternoon? She flicks the coffeemaker’s “on” switch and catches a deep breath – finally.

“Well, that’s done.” Bill’s voice in the kitchen doorway takes her by surprise and she jumps again, spinning with her back against the counter. She laughs and puts a hand to her chest. “Scare ya? Sorry…” She notices his eyes flick to her breasts and quickly back to her face. She smiles slowly and lowers her hand. His gaze descends again, more slowly, taking in her outfit more completely. “Wow. You look… fabulous. You weren’t planning to go out in this storm, were you?”

“Oh, no,” she laughs, pitching her voice as low as it would go. “Just hanging around the house… you know.”

“I’ve never known anyone who hangs around the house looking like that,” he croons, teasing her.

“Don’t hang around the right houses, obviously!” she parries, cocking a sassy hip and tossing her hair. The fact that her hair is short makes no difference to either of them. The gauntlet is thrown down. “Actually, I was just trying out some new makeup,” she purrs, turning to the cabinets behind her to reach for coffee cups. “I always like to take a little test drive before I wear it out in public.” Was that a low moan behind her as she tiptoes to reach deeply into the second shelf for the big mugs? The stretch feels good through her waist and she holds it for a moment before retrieving the mugs.

“Obviously,” he says finally, his voice a bit hoarse. “Nice shoes,” he says, “what do you call those?”

“Mules,” she models the stiletto-heeled beauties, “and… thanks.”

“They make your legs look… wow.”

“Thanks again, you silver-tongued devil,” she dimples at him. “Flattery will get you… oh, I don’t know. I’ll let you know when the time is right. Coffee’ll be done in a minute. How do you take it?”

“Any way -“

“– you can get it,” she finishes with him, laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Sugar? Cream?”

“Ahem!” he stems the flow of double entendre that threatens. “Just plain. Hot is good.”

“You’re telling me?” Oh, lord! This is merciless, she thinks, feeling a little hysterical. “How about a little something harder to warm you up on the side? A little brandy, maybe? Grand Marnier?”

“Oh, my god, sounds perfect.” He leans against the door frame, obviously feeling a bit of the same hysteria. She reaches again into the cabinet and retrieves snifters. Then into the liquor cabinet for the bottles. She pours two generous portions and hands one to him. The coffee beeps it’s completion and she fills the mugs as well.

“There ya go, snow man. Everything ok at the homestead?”

“Oh.” His face loses some of it’s loopy avidity that their flirting engendered. “Yeah. No one’s home. Laura took the kids to her Mom’s in Reynoldsburg last ataköy escort night. They’ll be stuck there for tonight, at least.”

“You can call them there, if you want. I’ve got very cheap long distance.”

“Maybe later. For now, I’ve got to defrost a little.” He sips his coffee with one hand, then another sip of the heady orange cognac. And another sip of the cognac.

“You doing ok?” Her serious tone makes him look up once more. His brown eyes fill with liquid as she watches.

“Yeah. I’m doing ok. Nothing that a nice afternoon with a sympathetic ear and a big bottle of Grand Marnier can’t cure. At least in the short run.”

“Good man,” she smiles and approaches him. “Let’s go into the living room and have a little sit-down.” She nudges against him on her way through the doorway, and smiles up at him as she passes. “Come on.”

They take up positions facing each other slightly on her deep, long sofa. Coasters are distributed and glasses are positioned within easy reach. She lights the big candle on the coffee table and pulls the ceramic ashtray toward her. “Mind if I have a cigarette?”

“Only if you let me bum one,” he grins. She knows that his habit of sneaking cigarettes is one of Laura’s no-nos. Karey’s heard her strident cawing when she dropped him off after a writer’s group meeting and Laura smelled smoke on him.

“Mi cigarette’s su cigarette,” she says, shaking one loose from the pack and holding the lighter for him as he drags deeply. He leans back and exhales the smoke in a hard, thin stream directly at the ceiling. He sighs and closes his eyes. Karey take the opportunity to take him in visually. Soft around the middle. Handsome face. Expressive mouth. Broad, short-fingered hands. Solid. She’s crazy about the guy, she thinks. There’s something about him – about his physical being that she finds completely irresistible. She feels her nipples grow erect again and shivers slightly. His eyes open and fasten on her. His face regains the clever, humorous cast it had in the kitchen.

“That’s mighty fine tobacco,” he mock-coughs and leans forward to flick his ash into the tray and retrieve his snifter.

“Only the best for my friends,” she replies, slipping off one shoe and tucking her bare foot under her other leg. She looks down at his hiking boots and gestures with her cigarette. “You really should take them off.”

“Excuse me?” His eyebrows shoot up comically. “Oh! The shoes. Sure.” He bends to loosen the laces and pull off the boots. “Shit. My feet are soaked.” He peels off his thick gray socks and lays them over the boots. “Brrr. Didn’t realize how cold they are ’til right now.”

“Give ’em here,” Karey states, brooking no argument. He dutifully swings his feet up onto the couch toward her. She stubs out her cigarette and reaches out for his ruddy toes. “Ohh! Wait! I’ve got just the thing.” She jumps up, bolts into the other room and returns with a bottle of lotion. “This’ll set you straight.”

“Did you doubt my straightness for some reason?” His eyes are slits behind his glasses and a sly smile curves his lips.

“Not for a moment,” she replies, resuming her position and pulling his feet into her warm lap. Just for a moment, his heels are pressed between her legs, only a thin layer of spandex and cotton of her leggings between them.

“Wow. You’re so… warm.”

“Mmmm.” She grumbles, squeezing a dollop of peppermint cream into her palm and rubbing her hands together to warm the lotion. She starts with the right foot, scooting toward him and tucking the left between her upper arm and the side of her breast. He gasps and closes his eyes, removing his glasses and blindly setting them on the coffee table.

“Oh my god – it’s kind of cold and hot all at the same time.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Karey mutters, concentrating on returning the circulation to his frigid toes. As she works, she feels his left foot curling a bit into the cushion of her breast. She finishes the right and pulls the left from it’s nest to repeat the procedure.

“Oh, man, I wasn’t done yet!” he moans. She twists his toes in response. “Ouch!” he laughs. She laughs too, adding lotion to her hands. He bends his right leg and buries his right foot under her, pressing against her pussy that must be clearly outlined through her leggings. “Oh, that’s much better. It’s important to huddle together for warmth, you know.” He wiggles the toes on the foot under her. She circumspectly ignores the urge to squirm on his invading digits. He chuckles and leans back, adjusting his hips on the pillows and the front of his Dockers as inconspicuously as possible. Not quite inconspicuously enough for Karey, though. She can feel her pussy heating up as she continues her ministrations. She rubs up his ankle, bracing his left foot between her breasts and rotating her pelvis to make more direct contact with the right.

“Warming up?” she little more than whispers. She can feel her heart beating hard under the sole of his foot. His toes curl under, pressing into the soft flesh that bakırköy escort spills out from the snug lace of her bra cups.

“Oh, god,” he moans. “Oh, my god. That feels so good.” She feels absurdly pleased. And even more pleased as he blatantly reaches down to adjust the front of his trousers. It’s becoming quite obvious that his feet aren’t the only things calling out for manual stimulation. She watches him squirm to move his hardening dick into a more comfortable position. His eyes snap open and fasten on hers. “You know what else is really really cold and needs to be rubbed?” He smiles in a way that makes the moisture flow to her mouth. And other places.

“Ummm…” She’s not quite sure that she’s ready to throw caution to the at this point and hesitates before answering.

“You bad girl!” he admonishes her. “I was talking about…” He leans forward and spreads his hands quickly in front of her face, like a magician doing a card trick.

“Oh! Your hands, you poor waif,” she laughs, completely tickled. She did so enjoy this man. And very much enjoyed touching him in this way. “Hands it is, me bucko. Straighten those legs out and present arms.” He cocks an eyebrow at her and thrusts his legs out. He is at this point nearly fully reclined on the sofa. Karey removes a couple of the pillows from the back of the sofa and straddles his thighs. “Now, just let your arms relax and let me do the work.”

“There’s a first from the mouth of a woman, in my experience,” he snipes and she puts his right index finger between her white front teeth and bites down gently. “Ow!” he laughs.

“You haven’t fed me yet, so biting is definitely an option,” she warns. She decides to forego the lotion for this process and begins work on his sturdy, cool hands. She bends her attention to her task, enjoying the simple pleasure of closely examining his fingers and palms with her eyes and her hands. She rubs deeply in the palm with her thumbs, massaging the pad between thumb and forefinger. She spreads the fingers and laces them with her own, pulling her hand back slowly and stretching his fingers as she goes.

A deep, satisfied grumble rolls from his chest. She glances up to see his eyes closed again and set back to work. The first hand done, she lays it gently on her thigh and takes up the other to repeat the process. Before she is half done, she feels his free hand begin a gentle sweep over the smooth expanse of her outer thigh. She scoots up a bit further, nearly bringing her pussy in contact with his crotch.

“Mmmm… so sweet.” He mumbles, transported, eyes still closed. She rubs his fingers one by one, resting the heel of his hand between her breasts. She notices that he is holding his breath. There is movement in the front of his trousers, mere inches from the v of her thighs straddling him. She bends her head and slips her lips over the index finger of the hand in hers. He breathes again, a gasp, really, as she wraps her tongue around the digit, suctioning a bit as she withdraws her mouth. She moves to the middle finger and his eyes open to watch. His mouth drops open, his face a confusion of shock and lust. She draws back her lips just enough to include his ring finger in her mouth. She sucks on both fingers gently. Teasing them with the flat of her tongue. She spins the ring on his third finger with the tip of her tongue. The gold tastes only slightly metallic to her. She slides her mouth slowly off of his fingers.

Never losing her gaze, he retrieves his hand from hers and puts three fingers of his right hand to the ring on his left. Aided by the saliva she laid on his skin, he slides the ring off, holds it up to his eye like a monocle and ceremoniously places it by his glasses on the coffee table.

“Hmm,” Karey thinks aloud. “There’s a gesture for ya.”

“Oh, it’s not really a gesture,” he says, his warm and damp hands sliding down her arms to her hands. He raises one, presses his lips hard to the back of her hand. “That, my dear, is a gesture. This,” he raises his middle finger and thrusts it toward the jewelry on the table, “this is a gesture.” He puts his hands around her hips and pulls her closer into him, centering her over his hard cock. “Taking it off’s just making me more comfortable.” She laughs and leans over a little bit as he leans up. Their lips meet – tentatively at first, but finding their place quickly.

“And your comfort is the most important thing, of course,” Karey mumbles, smiling, against his lips.

“Of course,” he grins and pulls her hard down on top of him. He reaches, throws the remaining pillows from the sofa and rolls her over on her back. Raising on one elbow, he traces a line with his finger down from her chin, her neck and between her breasts to the first button on her blouse. “That’s a very fetching blouse you’re almost wearing, Karey,” he breathes. His fingers deftly undo the first button. “You know, I believe I can see your underwear right through this thing, though.” He knits his brows and traces the top edge of the cup of her black lace bra through the fabric of her blouse. She breathes in, reaching for his finger with her breast. “Did you know that?”

“Oh, no!” Karey sighs, “how embarrassing…”

“Yeah… and you know what else? I can see your nipples right through your underwear…” His fingertip grazes an erect nipple. A nipple straining for attention like no nipple ever has. “My goodness. Good thing you weren’t going out in public like this. What would people think?”

“Golly. I dunno…”

“Hmmm. I think I know some guys who might enjoy the show, but I don’t think you’d make any girlfriends. Unless you bend that way.” He glances up to twinkle into her eyes.

“Well, I bend a lot of ways, but that’s not one of ’em,” she sighs with a smile, vibrating with arousal. His slow, featherweight touch is driving her mad.

“I see…” The second button is undone. One finger spreads the placket of her blouse, exposing more of her black brassiere. “Oh, boy, do I see…” His tone is more serious and she feels his hot breath on the skin of her breast. He bends his head and places the tip of his nose to one nipple, dampening the lace with his humid breath. He moves his nose in almost imperceptible circles, the tip of his nose remarkably similar in rigidity to her nipple. His finger dips into the top of the cup and pulls down until the pink areola is exposed completely. “Nice makeup,” he growls, and quickly fastens his lips on her nipple, scooping her breast into his face, his nose pressing deep into the pale flesh surrounding.

“Oh, my god,” moans Karey. The sight of a man’s face buried in her breast has always been a most erotic sight for her. He suckles gently on her, rhythmically, playing her like an instrument. Then his pace changes. His breathing becomes more ragged. He detaches from her breast and buries his face in the valley between her breasts.

“Oh, Karey,” his voice breaks. “Oh, Karey, I…” Her arms go instinctively around his meaty shoulders, drawing him into her warmth. She makes small comforting noises, nonsense syllables, mostly. In another moment he changes again. His head comes up with some force and he looks straight into her eyes. “I have wanted you for so long. I…” She waits for more, but no more comes. His mouth does, however. Down upon hers with a force that she has never experienced from a man before. It would be frightening if it weren’t so exciting.

After a very long time they each draw back a fraction. It’s showtime, Karey thinks, not at all sure now what is right to do. For someone who has seldom been in a circumstance that was beyond her control, lying here under this warm, fabulously desirable weight of man, she is a prisoner to his gravity. To his levity. She is as clueless as a teenager. She feverishly works through the possible downsides.

“It’ll be awkward in group,” he murmurs as he rubs his hardness against her slowly. He bends his head to the base of her neck and breathes deeply. “We’ll never be the same with each other again.” He lays his lips along her collarbone and pushes hard against her pubic bone. She pushes his weight up with a deep breath, driving into him.

“This could be a very bad thing.” She is vibrating with desire. Her legs steal up over the backs of his thighs. She wants to bind him. She wants to push him away. She wants him inside of her. She presses her lips to his ear, grasping the firm curl of his earlobe between her lips. “You’re married.” She forms the words with her lips and tongue, but with no breath.

“I’m a man,” he breathes into her mouth as his hands encircle her hips, as if he wants to get behind her – through her. “And I want you more than I’ve wanted anything since I can remember. I’m not willing to let this slip past me.” He locks her lips in his and her breath is in his possession. Again it is a long while before they draw back for cooler air.

“Well,” Karey breathes finally. She is filled with his flush, his heat, his lips, his eyes. She knows her lips are puffy, her eyes heavy with the lust for his touch. She feels her pussy expanding, moistening, readying for its reward.

“Well,” Bill leans back to view her face. He smiles in his old rakish way. “Moneypenny,” he squints in his best Sean Connery (which is actually more of Clint Eastwood with a bad Scottish accent), “you’re a hell of a kisser.”

“And you, James, are a cunning linguist… is that how you get the girls?” She cocks an eyebrow and holds his gaze.

“Actually,” he groans as he levers himself off of her prone form to a standing position. She hesitates, a bit taken aback by his abrupt departure. He extends his hand to her. She take it and he lifts her lightly to her feet and into his arms. “It’s my coffee that keeps ’em coming back for more,” he grins and kisses her.

“Really?” She blinks innocently at him. “You’ll have to make some for me sometime.”

“How about tomorrow morning?” He whispers in her ear while his hand steals to her left breast, thumb grazing the nipple. “Tonight, let’s just share a little cream, whattaya say?” He turns her away from him, keeping his hands on her waist. He aims her toward the stairs that lead to her bedroom. He walks pressed against her, nearly carrying her to the foot of the stairs.

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Hey everyone, I know it’s been a very long time since I posted anything but things just got very mental for me…..so here’s the next chapter and as you’re reading this I’m working on the next one hopefully the wait won’t be as long. Feedback, comments, voting all appreciated. Enjoy! xxx_willow_xxx

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I walked through the door of my room and Emma is putting the finishing touches to my overnight “bag”. It must be the biggest suitcase she could find.

“Ems, I don’t mean to sound unappreciative, but what the hell are you doing?”

“I packed for you. I know how much you hate packing.” She smiled at me, pleased that she had helped.

“Yeah, but it is an overnight stay, not 6 months away from home,” I laughed, and smiled back.

“Thanks for doing it though, so Ems, where the hell am I going?”

“Oh, no Kerry I’m not telling you, he’ll kill me,” she giggled and added, “but trust me you need everything I’ve packed. Trust me.”

I hate being kept out of the loop. It totally sucks. I sat down on my bed and huffed. Emma laughed and sat down beside me.

“Ker, I know how much you hate not knowing what’s going on but believe you and me, you’re going to love it. You’ll come back tomorrow and won’t stop bragging about everything.” She gave me a quick hug and stood up.

“I’ve got to get going, I’m meeting up with Chris after class so I need to go look fabulous. Have an awesome time and tell me all about it when you get back.” She laughed, hugged me and went into her room.

I was sorely tempted to see what Emma had packed for me but I resisted. I had 40 minutes before I had to meet with Danny so I went for a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and got into the shower. With the hot water cascading down over my body; I let my mind wonder free while I enjoyed the water running over my skin, gently running through my hair, down over my neck, rolling over my nipples causing them to harden and slowly making a trial down to my pussy. I run my hands over my body using my strawberry body wash. My fingers come in contact with my nipples, and a pain shoots straight through my body and settles between my legs. I think about Danny, wishing he was here right now in the shower with me. I fantasize about his big hands running across ataköy escort my skin as he slowly sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My hand glides across my wet skin and down to my pussy and run my fingers across my clit, I moan out loud. I think about his body pressed up against mine, him kissing every inch of my skin, making me moan his name, as I slide one finger inside myself. Oh my god! I was so wet and it had nothing to do with the water! I slide another finger in as I imagine Danny’s hands grabbing my breasts and rolling my nipples with his fore finger and thumb while slowly kissing and sucking down on my neck. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning too loud; Emma was only in the other room. My thumb was rubbing in a circular motion on my clit as my mind was thinking of Danny sinking to his knees in front of me and sucking my clit into his mouth. My fingers moving faster and faster; in and out and in and out.

“Mmmm, Danny”, I moan out his name. I can’t help it, I’m so turned on. He spent a few minutes just sucking on my clit as he buried two fingers deep into my pussy. He has me leaning against the wall; it’s so cold against my hot, flushed skin. My pussy is throbbing around my fingers as my daydream entices me closer and closer to orgasm. He pulls away from me and stands, his cock standing at full mast away from his body. I reach out to touch it but he pulls away from me. ‘Please, Danny let me touch you. Let me taste you,’ I begged in my fantasy. But he reaches for me, grabs my legs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him and can feel his thick cock rubbing against my clit. I moan again as my fingers are rubbing furiously on my clit and my other hand squeezing, twisting and pinching my nipples, alternating between the two. Slowly he reaches between us and puts his cock to the entrance of my pussy. ‘God, Ker, you’re so wet,’ he says breathlessly and he slams into me. I scream out loud as my pussy contracts around my fingers, my orgasm crashing over me again and again. My legs feel like jelly as I try to recover. I turn off the water and get out of the shower. I’ve got about 10 minutes to go meet Danny. I quickly dry off and get dressed, grab the suitcase and head for the door.

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Making sure I have everything I run across bakırköy escort campus to the main entrance and Danny is already there waiting. He smiles at me and his eyes diverted to my overnight “bag”. I laughed as I said, “This is Emma’s doing, not mine. She had everything packed when I arrived back at the dorm.”

“It is okay, was just wondering on how long you thought we would actually be away,” he said as he smiled that leg weakening smile at me.

“Haha, okay so where are we going?” I asked my curiousity getting the better of me again.

“Patience, Kerry….it will be worth it I promise.”

“Ok if you say so,” I grumbled, “so what are we doing here?”

“Waiting on our lift,” he smiled at me just as a taxi was pulling up to the curb. We put our bags into the trunk and got into the back of the taxi.

“So are you going to tell me where we are going? Or is it one of those things that if you tell me you have to kill me?” I joked as the taxi sped through the suburbs surrounding the campus on to the countryside.

“I’m not going to tell you, Kerry you will just have to be patient and wait,” I pouted as he said this and his reply was, “don’t pout,” he laugh and whispered into my ear, “I have a much better use for your mouth,” and slowly brought his lips to mine in a soul shattering kiss. Time flew as our lips fought the other for dominance and before I knew it we were in a secluded area with a wood cabin centred in a beautiful picturesque wood surrounding. It looked like scene from a postcard. My initial reaction was shock.

“Danny this place is beautiful.” My voice so struck with awe I didn’t know what else to say.

Danny had paid the taxi driver and removed our bags from the car as I looked around me.

“I’m glad you like it….I use it to get away from the stress of teaching and grading papers. It’s a nice reprieve to come out here where there is nothing but the sounds of the woods and not have to worry about someone invading my privacy.”

“So it’s like a holiday home? So you own this cabin??”

“Yes to both questions, come on I’ll show you around,” as he took my hand in his and led me up onto the porch.

He unlocked the front door and stood inside, I followed and he shut the door behind me. The cabin was huge!! The place was open plan. There was the living room as soon as you entered with a huge stone fire place to the left and the television on the chimney breast. All the furniture in the room was wood mostly pine or oak apart from the couches and recliners surrounding the fire place and TV. At the back of the couch was a counter or divider for the living room and kitchen. The kitchen was fitted with again warm wood presses and marble counter tops. At the back of the kitchen were French doors which opened up to a small lake situated 5 minutes away. Parallel to the divider was the stairs to the second level which spiralled to a hallway that can be seen from the both rooms below.

“So what do you think so far?” Danny inquired.

“This is amazing, Danny. Truly, how did you come by a place like this? It’s beautiful”, I replied as my eyes drank in all the details of this beautiful home away from home.

He smiled, pleased with my answer, “I’ll tell you another time, I’ll give you the rest of the tour”, as he took my hand and went up the staircase leaving the bags in the living room. There were 5 rooms upstairs: one was a bathroom, 3 guest rooms and the master bedroom with an en-suite. The master bedroom was amazing. Painted in a soft pale yellow, this room also had a fireplace and was roughly about the same size as the kitchen. The bed was huge!! A four poster bed with white heavy curtains as well with four pillows, a duvet and a comforter all hazel in colour to contrast with the yellow. Danny, who had been standing at the door leaning against the frame gauging my reaction, came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear: “well what do you think??”

“It’s beautiful, Danny!”

“Good, I’m glad you like it. I promise by the time we leave tomorrow you’ll want to come back here again and again. The things I have planned for you, Kerry. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I will doing them to you.” He laughed softly and kissed my naked shoulder.

“What do you have planned for me??” I ask nervous for the first time.

“Just wait and see…but don’t worry it won’t be anything painful, I would never do anything to hurt you. I plan to make you come over and over again, but now is not the time, no matter how much I’m tempted.”

As he led me through the cabin, back downstairs, my mind was reeling….What the hell was he going to do to me???

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Colletes Hederae.

Bachelors degree finished, I had the summer off before starting my PhD on solitary bees. There are over two hundred and seventy of them in the UK against just under thirty bumblebees. Anyone with a bit more sense than I have would’ve chosen to go somewhere with lots of sand and lots of girls wearing nothing but bikinis or even less. Me? I accepted my older sisters invitation to house sit for her while she and her husband taught yoga and creative writing respectively on some Greek island.

“Oh and don’t forget to harvest the honey from our hives and you can have a dozen jars to see you through the academic year.”

June started with a heat wave that covered the whole of Europe and looking at the television my first night after Anna and Rob left for the hippy island, I thought for the first time that perhaps I had got the better deal. Over most of mainland Europe, people were dying from the heat and back here, it was hot enough that I did most of my reading naked under the shade of a large willow next to the river. They used to joke that the instructions for getting there were to go to the middle of nowhere and then turn left. Except there was more truth than humour in the remark.

It was two and a half miles to the nearest neighbour and over twice that to the nearest shops. Sitting on the grass naked felt about as risky as getting undressed in the bathroom with the door locked. Two or three times over the year one would see canoeists coming down the river but they couldn’t see more than the head of anyone sitting on the grass and then only if they were fairly tall.

I had been reading for about two hours and decided that was enough for the day when I saw a Canadian style canoe travelling fast downriver. Just a little up river from me it passed out of sight and I was waiting for it to reappear downstream when I heard a sickening crunch.

They were unlucky. Less than a metre to either side they would have missed the rock and any other year the water level would have been high enough that they would have gone half a metre over the top without noticing it. This particular year however, the water was low enough and they had been putting enough effort into paddling that they had put a big hole in the bottom of the craft.

I ignored my state of dress or undress to be more accurate and grabbed the lifebuoy which Anna had insisted they get for when they had guests who might get into trouble swimming in the river which was fast enough that one had to be a reasonably strong swimmer to avoid getting swept down the river.

I got down to the riverbank to be met by a screaming woman about my own age. (Twenty-two)

“Hederae is trapped under the canoe!” I gave her the lifebuoy and in my best calm voice which belied what I was really feeling told her,

“I am going under for her, when you see us come out, throw the buoy to about three feet upstream of us.”

I couldn’t see what I was doing but had done enough diving for that not to bother me too much. I ducked under the rim of the upturned boat and felt my way around until I found her. One arm under the chin, I pulled her down under the edge of the canoe and swam out. In retrospect I probably should have suggested throwing downstream but as it was she came close to braining both of us and I easily reached it with my free arm.

“Pull us in!” I shouted but she was already doing so. With some difficulty given that the dead weight I was carrying was almost as tall as I was, I got Hederae onto the grass. She wasn’t breathing. I removed her life jacket, tilted her head back and told the girl whose name I still didn’t know to hold it there as I commenced CPR. We were lucky. Hederae coughed before I had finished the first round and then started breathing on her own. I rolled her into the recovery position before apologising for my lack of clothing. I also introduced myself.

“Brian, sorry for my state of dress. If I had expected company, I would have been wearing shorts.”

“Colletes. ataköy escort And you don’t have anything to be ashamed about with your clothing choice.” I almost choked on my laughter. The names together making a species of solitary bee, specifically, the ivy bee which feeds almost exclusively on nectar and pollen from Ivy flowers from early September onwards.

While keeping an eye on Hederae to ensure she was still breathing I made the obvious joke,

“Do you get a buzz out of telling people your names?” I took one of Hederae’s hands and rubbed it. “Hederae, can you hear me?” I got a groan as an answer. “Do you think we could get you up to the house?” This time the groan sounded a bit more positive. With one of us on each side she managed to walk up to the house and once, the two girls were sitting in chairs, I found myself a pair of shorts and then did the English thing and put the kettle on. It was around this point that I really became aware that along with their shorts, both girls were wearing tops that drew the eyes (well my eyes anyway!) to their breasts. In Colletes’ case A cups that would never need a bra. Hederae had larger ones, C cups at a guess and was generally more curvy. If I had to pick, I would go for Colletes’ compact, muscular form but it would be a difficult choice.

“Tea or coffee?” I asked. They both opted for tea while I made myself a strong coffee with cream.

“What happened?” croaked Hederae.

“We hit a rock and you got trapped under the canoe. Brian pulled you out and performed cardio pulmonary resuscitation though judging by where his eyes keep going, maybe he just wanted to feel your tits.”

“Be fair Colletes, you are both wearing tops that invite any heterosexual male to look.” I tried a little harder to maintain eye contact with whichever of them I was addressing.” Both girls laughed, indicating that they were not judging me harshly for where my gaze wandered.

I got some lunch together, bread, cheese, some cold meats and salad. I thought about beer or wine but decided, to leave that till I was sure Hederae was not suffering any ill effects from almost drowning. The mornings events seemed to have given us all a good appetite and I certainly ate more than was strictly necessary. By the time we had finished, as far as I could tell she was almost back to normal but that could be difficult to tell given that I had no baseline to judge by.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Stupid. If I hadn’t been enjoying myself so much we would have been going a bit slower and I would have spotted the rock. Now, we need to think about getting the canoe back and our things that are stowed in the bow.”

“Anna, my sister has a rope that they fasten between the poles you may have seen on each bank of the river. If we tie ourselves to the ropes it should be fairly easy to lift the canoe off the rocks and bring it ashore to assess the damage and get your stuff out.” My curiosity finally got the better of me at that point. “So, what is it about your names? Why not,” I grinned, “Ivy and Bee?”

Colletes looked at Hederae, who looked back at her. I couldn’t make up my mind what was conveyed in their glances, some amusement perhaps, embarrassment? Whatever I would find out soon enough. It was Colletes who answered,

“That would be our hippy lesbian mothers. When you asked if I got a buzz out of telling you our names, I was surprised. You are the first person who has to my knowledge recognised there is a link between the two and known what it is. Jasmine and Rose (not their given names but the ones they chose used to watch the ivy bees on the flowers in the autumn when they first got together.” She stretched her arms above her head, drawing my eyes to her flat stomach and of course her chest before carrying on,

“You are also unusual in being more interested in our names than in seeing us without clothes on. You would like that wouldn’t you? After all we have seen you naked, well I have, I think my sister may still have bakırköy escort been too out of it to notice till after you went and got some shorts.” Said shorts quickly developed a rather obvious tent, prompting Hederae to ask her sister,

“Couldn’t you wait till after we had got our stuff back?” Colletes stuck out her tongue,

“Sure, I could have but I didn’t want to.” She stood up and took off first her top then her shorts revealing that like myself she had nothing on under them. I looked admiringly wondering how long before I would get an angle that allowed me to see the vagina below the neat dark triangle above. All thoughts went out of the metaphorical window a couple of second later as her body pressed hard against my own, her nipples pressing into the bottom of my ribcage as hard as my cock pressing against her belly through my shorts.

“That was a thank you for saving my sister who seems to have forgotten her manners but this is for me.” And she quickly pulled down my shorts which I stepped out of before pulling her back against me.

“Bedroom or grass?”

“Can we go out tot he grass? I have never been anywhere I felt comfortable doing it outside before.” I picked her up and carried her to the place where the grass would be softest and lay her down. I put my right hand under her head as I kissed her while my left stroked her from knees up to and including her beautiful small breasts which after a few minutes were receiving kisses of their own. Colletes was breathing faster and I kissed down her hard abs and tongued her belly button till she pushed my head down.

When after kissing back up her thighs and around the outside of her vagina, I finally moved on to her labia, her hips lifted off the ground, asking for more. I slid both hands under her buttocks and squeezed as my tongue and her sex got seriously acquainted. I explored every last nook cranny and crevice in her luscious folds savouring the sweet taste of Colletes’ arousal. I wasn’t concentrating on the erect bud of her clitoris but neither was I avoiding it. However she was clearly ready for me to give it some serious attention because she demanded,

“Suck on my clit now!” I did so, pulsing my sucks and squeezing her butt in time to them which had the required result in less than a minute. Her screams of, “Yessss!” made me glad that we were close to the middle of nowhere as I am pretty sure in an urban location someone would have complained.

“Lie on your back now. I am on the pill and clean so don’t worry about that.” (My brain was in no state to think about the risk of pregnancy anyway! I therefore did as asked.” I watched as Colletes slowly inserted my rock hard pole into her juicy twat after first rubbing the engorged head backwards and forwards over her slit. As she filled herself with my thickness, she let out a satisfied sigh and then opened her legs into box splits showing a flexibility I wouldn’t have guessed at in someone with such muscle definition. Colletes then started rocking forward and back and if possible, I felt myself get harder still and, having nothing better to do with my hands reached for her small breasts and started to gently squeeze them, feeling the erect nipples against my palms.

This was never going to be a long slow love making, we were both too aroused for that and having not had any action for just over a year, I for one wasn’t going to last long. When Colletes started panting and almost hyperventilating, I knew the end was near.

“Squeeze my nipples hard.” I pride myself on being good at following instructions and complied. I was rewarded by the sensation of her Kegel muscles rhythmically clamping around my member which was all it took to unleash the flood gates as spurt after spurt of my cum either jetted or was milked from me. When my own spasms finished, I felt another four or five contractions of her vagina on my love muscle after which Colletes collapsed on top of me.

“Just wow!” I managed before her mouth met mine and our tongues met on their journeys each searching for the other’s tonsils.

“I hope you aren’t worn out because I still need to thank you personally.” Hederae stated from somewhere out of my vision.

“Ha! Now you know he is a good fuck you remember your manners.” Taunted Colletes after coming up for air though I am not quite sure how she managed to take a breath and speak her sentence in the time available before our lips locked again. I saw her eyes widen as she felt my cock twitch as it started to harden inside her again. She answered the twitch with a squeeze of her own and then continued to do so coaxing me back to full size. When I was almost there, she judged I was close enough and this time with her legs either side of my own started to ride me again. Ten minutes later, with her head next to mine, she almost deafened me as once again I was rewarded with her rippling contractions on my rod.

Colletes rolled off me and with a cheeky smile said,

“I think my sister wants you now if you are interested?”

“Not fair. You took advantage of me being out of sorts after nearly drowning.” Seeing her for the first time since Colletes had, “thanked” me I noted she was also now naked, all her curves enticing me even if her less conventionally sexy sister had been the one to attract my attention first. Hederae turned to me,

“I really do want to thank you but can I be cheeky and ask that you use your tongue on my like you did with my sister? No one has ever done that for me before.” Sometimes I have difficulty understanding my own sex. Why would any man not want to taste the delights of the woman he was with?

I gave her the full treatment rather than going for her glistening folds at once. Unlike her sister, she had no hair guarding her entrance which to be honest puts me off a bit. If I am going down on a woman I don’t want it to look like my seven year old niece. That is not to say I didn’t enjoy her taste. Different, a fraction sharper than her sister. I had to work a bit harder, experimenting to see what Hederae liked and what really turned her on. Pushing my tongue as far as I could into her repeatedly worked and when I added strumming her clitoris with my fingers it finally sent her over the top. She shuddered as she came and I lapped up the increased flow from her dripping cunt. (Strange, I found myself not wanting to use that word thinking about Colletes.) She then got up on her knees and asked,

“Fuck me from behind. I need a deep deep fucking.” As I noted before, following instructions is one of my strong points and I entered her with more force than I normally wood, the first stroke making a slapping sound as my hips met her arse. I kept going with long strokes, almost losing it occasionally but only once having to actually reinsert. I varied the pace more for my own benefit than anything, wanting to enjoy the sensations as long as possible given that I was unlikely to manage to cum more than once with her. When I felt myself getting close, I took one of my hands from her hips to work on her clit again and at her urging started banging her faster and with more force.

“Fill me with you spunk!” Hederae shouted and that was all it took. Three powerful jets and three lesser ones was I thought a lot given that I had cum in her sister not so long before. Certainly it was enough to set off her own orgasm which to my surprise gripped me more tightly than her sister had.

I would like to be able to say that I had further adventures with the two sisters, fucking one while licking the other and all three of us achieving our orgasms at the same time but that was never suggested by any of us and I suspect that despite what you might read in Literotica, very few of us men are that good at multitasking!

The reality is that I haven’t seen either of them since a couple of days after the events described above. I last saw them as their cousin drove them and the canoe off into the distance. I do however have an invitation which I have accepted to come to Hederae’s wedding next year as Colletes’ plus one. I am awaiting a reply to my question about the dress code. I also wonder what her fiance, Ivy looks like.

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Only a few moments have passed since I have gone upstairs to go and get changed out of my work clothes when you follow me into our bedroom to get your book from your bedside table.

But you walk in just in time to see me taking my clothes off, and all thoughts of your book go away when you see what underwear I have on: my red lacy bra with matching red lace French knickers…

And the realisation that I was wearing something so sexy underneath my sedate, prim and proper skirt suit when going to a business meeting created a sudden hunger in you and sparks of desire show in your eyes. It might have been fuelled by the fact that I was bent over picking something up from the floor when you walked in..? You certainly got an eyeful of my partially dressed body in a suggestive pose!

You cross the room, and I just stand there, letting you drink in the vision of me in red lacy underwear. You tell me I am gorgeous, that you love me and that you want me. This starts my arousal; I adore hearing that you want me. When you reach me, I can feel my skin react to your nearness… or else it is a reaction to the visible proof of your desire that is causing your trousers to bulge. You smile when you see the look on my face: it tells you I want you too, and love seeing you’re aroused and showing your desire for me. It causes a corresponding heat in my body that I can feel all over.

You whisper my name, and I can feel my mouth going slack with the need for your arms around me and your lips on mine. You gently touch my lips with your finger, tracing the outline and caressing my jaw. Your lips follow your finger, and I feel your teeth nibble my bottom lip. Your tongue traces my lip, over my throat and down to the little hollow at the base of my throat. Straightening up, you look into my eyes, and all I can do is smile. I love you so much, and can’t wait to feel more.

I don’t have long to wait: your hands cup my face, and you kiss the tip of my nose and my eyes. Your hands then slide down my neck, caressing my throat as you move your fingers over my skin.

Feeling your breath on my skin gives me goose bumps, because I know it means there will be more pleasure to follow. The sensuous feeling of your hands trailing down the skin of my back is part of that pleasure. Not knowing where your hands are going to go next, or how much teasing and torturing – if any – you will do, is adding to the anticipation.

I enjoy seeing the look on your face that tells me you can feel me melt under your hands, that your loving me is making me both breathless and wobbly-kneed. This is a feeling you enjoy as much as I do!

Now that your hands have had their fill of my shoulders and upper back, they are making their way down to my breasts, slowly, ever so slowly. This is a delicious torture – for both of us, because I know you love playing with my nipples and my pussy. And I know that seeing the effect it has on me, is a turn-on for you.

You reach the edges of my red lacy bra, which reveals as much as it conceals. You love the matching red lacy knickers, as they give you easy access to my pussy. I am getting wet from the sensations of you stroking my skin and the anticipation of what will happen next. But you are not paying any attention to my pussy just yet. It seems you are intent on taking your time!

Your fingers are slowly making their way underneath the lace of my bra, and my nipples are eager to feel your touch. I have closed my eyes to better concentrate on the sensations and I am unconsciously holding my breath in anticipation. You then surprise me by scraping a fingernail along my nipple, causing it to harden and contract. This feels so good, and I can feel myself getting wetter. You are making it even better by suddenly pinching my nipples: you know how I much I like that. I can just hear the word “gorgeous” being whispered. This turns me on almost as much as the actual playing with my nipples.

You are normally so quiet when we play… but I love hearing your noises and whispers. Such a turn-on. I can’t help it but my hands are straying to your belt, trying to pull your shirt out of your trousers. However you are pushing them away: “Not yet,” you say, “not yet.”

I can feel your hands on my waist, and then sliding along my hips: following my curves, and you tell me how sexy I am. I will never tire from hearing that! Your obvious love for me and my body definitely makes me feel sexy!

I want to reach around my back to undo my bra, but you are pushing my hands away, telling me again not to do anything and to just let you have your fill of me, and let you have your way with me.

One of your hands is sneaking back up to play with my breasts, and the other one is slowly and oh so casually stroking my buttocks. You are keeping your fingers on top of my knickers, and all my wriggling is not persuading you to slide your fingers underneath my knickers.. not yet anyway…

Your mouth is busy worrying my lips, you know ataköy escort how to turn me on by kissing me. Your fingers are pinching and twisting my nipples, and then your mouth trails back down my throat and makes it way to the edge of my bra. Your tongue follows the line of my bra for a few moments, teasing me more and at last your mouth now goes to find my nipple, with the intent of nibbling and sucking it to get even harder. I love having my nipples played with, and at times it can make me cum without you touching my pussy or my clit. Right now I am loving the added sensations of the wet fabric on my skin and they are adding to my rising excitement.

Your fingers finally are undoing my bra, and I am beginning to feel very weak in the knees. You push me towards the bed, and when I feel the edge at the back of my knees, you just gently push me back onto the bed. You drink in the sight of me, on the crisp white duvet, in my red lace French knickers, and with a blush of excitement on my face. I beg you to take of your shirt, so I can feel your skin, and you give in this time, and let me undo the buttons of your shirt. I eagerly caress all the skin I can reach, but you distract me by at the same time returning your attention to my breasts. You are starting on them in earnest now, and are licking around the whole of my breast making ever decreasing circles. My nipples are feeling tight and impatient; they want to feel your tongue on them! And at last you reach my nipple and let your tongue lash it and flick it and then suck it into your mouth really hard. I arch my back to give you more of my breast to suck on but you just move your head back. My pussy is really getting wet now, and I am having a hard time keeping my legs still.

Your hand is playing with my other nipple, twisting it and pinching it, then just lightly caressing it. I love every second of this, but am not feeling enough of your skin on mine! I try to pull you up to my face, to kiss you but you resist. You are again telling me to let you do what you want to do and not interfere; to just let you enjoy teasing and pleasing me! I acquiesce and let you do your worst.

You move over and position your body at the middle of my thighs, effectively clamping my legs closed by going to sit on top of my thighs. You let your hands trail from my breasts to my waist, loving the curve of my body. Your hands then move from my hips to my thighs, and I am trying to move my legs a little to…. give you better access to where I want you to go. You stubbornly refuse to take any notice of my hints and keep my legs enclosed between your strong thighs, and just do what you want to do. And I love it.

Your hands stroke my legs, but you carefully refrain from coming anywhere near my pussy. Your fingers come tantalisingly close, but you go around all of the skin that is covered by my French knickers. And you refuse to slide your fingers underneath them… for now. You stroke over the top of my pussy mound, but don’t touch my clit. I can smell my arousal by now, and I know you can and I am sure that my knickers are soaked with my juices. You love the smell of sex, and you like seeing me hot and in lust… good thing that is an easy thing to achieve with you around!

Your hands come ever closer to my pussy and your fingers start to brush at the edges of the knickers. My legs are trembling with desire for you to just get on with it, and rip off my knickers and play with my pussy lips. But you know me too well, and you love bringing me to the edge of that orgasmic cliff and then let me teeter there for a little, because you know all too well how much better and deeper the orgasm is when it then finally comes. It would appear that this is the treat you have in store for me today.

You keep a close eye on my face and when my heated blush spreads to my breasts you know I have reached a level of excitement that brings orgasm close. You still have not touched my pussy, and it is freely leaking my juices by now. You lean forward over my body, once again nibbling and biting my nipples, and making sure they are not feeling ignored and are helping to keep me excited.

You then take pity on me, or else your own desire to see and touch my pussy is getting the better of you, because you move away from my thighs and your hands move to the inside of my thighs and across the inside up to the top of my knickers. And this time they are holding on to my knickers when they slide back down my thighs, and pull the knickers off with them. And still you tease me, by splaying your fingers out over my body when you do this, coming oh so very close to my pussy lips and yet not touching it at the same time! The knickers get flung into a corner of the room somewhere, but I am barely aware of it. I am very aware of the cooler air suddenly flowing over my wet pussy lips though. It is a pleasurable sensation and I open my legs a bit more.

I can feel that my pussy is excited and opening up for you, in readiness for your hard cock bakırköy escort and the fucking I know will follow. You move your head across my body, and your tongue traces a path to the top of my pussy. I tremble in anticipation; I love it when you lick me. Especially if you then start to play inside my pussy with your fingers, and if you want to send me to heaven, you will play with my ass at the same time. The only thing better would have to involve more people!

You lick alongside my pussy, but not till after you have given a quick teasing flick of your tongue over my clit. My clit is by now grown and oh so sensitive, and it loves the long slow licks I know you are good at. But for now you are just teasing it, just to make sure it is not feeling left out.

Your hand is still playing with my nipple, and all of this just feels so good!

At last your fingers start playing with my pussy, stroking it a little while your tongue still dances around the edges. I can do little else but lie back and you can tell from my sighs and my moans that I approve of what you are doing. I am not sure I am still capable of coherent thought at this point. I am so hot, so wet and so in need of your hard cock; I want to feel it slam into my pussy! “No gorgeous, not yet.” you say, reading my need from how wet I am, from how I move, from simply knowing me so well.

Ooohhh… you slid one finger into me.. My pussy clamps onto it, trying to stop it leaving! But I am so wet, that you slide your finger in and out very easily. You finger-fuck me with one finger for a few moments, and then add a finger. This makes the feeling much more intense for me, and you love seeing how your big long thick fingers slide in and out my cunt. My pussy is red from excitement, and literally dripping my juices down the crack to my bum. You smear some of it around my ass, and I love feeling your fingers explore around my asshole. Your tongue is now playing with my clit, and you make the long slow strokes that will bring me to orgasm very quickly. But just as you think I get too close, you stop licking – making me moan in disappointment – and just add a 3rd finger to the 2 that are already fucking my pussy. Ohhh that feels so good, but I am eager to feel fuller and feel your hard cock in me. You take away the hand that was still playing with my nipples, and start to undo your trousers. I realise this at some point and help you tug them off, even if that means you have to stop finger-fucking me for a moment. Your cock loves the feeling of freedom and bounces right up to your navel. It is dripping some pre-cum, and I adore seeing that. It tells me that you are just as excited as I am, and I love licking it off your cock. But you keep it away from me, partly because you want to do this today on your terms, and partly because you are so excited that you think you might cum if I slide my lips over your cock.

So you return your attentions to my pussy, once again sliding 3 fingers into me. You are trying to put a 4th finger in, and your thumb is teasing my asshole at the same time. “Ahhhhh yesssss” is all I can say because you are still licking my clit and playing with my nipples at the same time.

You can tell from the movement of my hips that my orgasm is close now and again you stop! You are sooo mean!

You tell me to stretch my arms and legs out, so I am spread-eagled on the bed. You find some of my scarves and tie me to the bed. This alone has me close to cumming; you have never done this before.

To complete it you find the airline blindfold that is lurking in my underwear drawer and put it over my head. You are definitely feeling playful today. Nice!

I can hear you open a drawer and am guessing you are getting something out of our toy box, but I can only guess, as I can’t see what you are doing. You refuse to tell me what you are pulling out when I ask, and therefore I jump at the touch of the cool plastic to my hot and wet pussy lips. This not being able to see is adding a whole new level of sensations and excitement!

You push the egg into me, and I realise what you are doing. It feels good to have it in my pussy, and I can’t wait for you to turn it on. Your breath is tantalising close to my clit, but you don’t touch me, you just look at me. If I could see you I would be able to see that special hot smile you have during our playtimes.

I can hear you rummaging in the toy box a bit more, and am curious to find what you are going to find in there now. It is not long before I find out because after some more sucking and biting on my nipples you put my nipple rings on them. They are really tight and I catch my breath. You know me well enough by now that I can take that pain, and that it turns into a pleasurable feeling in just a moment.

I feel your body move off the bed, but you are not telling me what you are doing, and then I can hear the door open… What are you doing, I am lying here on the bed, and you walk away?? Leaving me tied to the bed, with my nipples being pinched by the nipple rings and the egg in my pussy??

I can hear you going downstairs (what are you up to?) Ohhh.. halfway down the stairs you finally turn on the egg; I cannot help but squeal a little at that and immediately I am more than a little distracted by the feelings in my nipples and pussy! It is not long before you come back up, but I have no idea what you did or why. And when I ask, you tell me “Sshhhhh, wait and find out…”

Then I hear you take your jeans off, and you are moving around in the bedroom. You tell me I look so hot and so sexy with my body stretched out on the bed, with my nipples being stimulated by the rings, and with my dripping pussy in full view.

Then I hear something that explains what you went off to go do: I hear your camera click! You are taking photographs! I am so excited that all it would take to push me over the edge to orgasm is a feather light touch of your fingers or tongue anywhere on my body! However, you are not obliging me, and just keep taking pictures. I find it incredibly arousing not knowing what exactly you are going to do next, or knowing exactly what you are recording with your camera. And what will you do with these pictures?

Then I feel your body on the mattress, and the vibrating egg suddenly stops. A disappointed moan escapes my lips, and you use that opportunity to place your dripping cock to my lips. I eagerly open my mouth, but you again refuse to co-operate. You just leave the tip of your cock on my lips, and the best I can do is lick the drooling pre-cum off your hot cock. I can hear the camera click away while I do that. I can’t wait to see what the pictures look like!

You pull your cock back away from me, telling me that if you let me continue it won’t be long before you shoot your load of cum all over my face and in my mouth. I tell you I want you to, but as before, you have other plans!

You bend over I guess, because suddenly I feel your tongue on my clit, and I tell you it will only be a minute before I cum if you keep doing that! You keep going though, and within seconds I am cumming so hard that I almost lose consciousness for a moment or two. You keep up the licking of my clit and the manipulation of my pussy, but gently in order to let me come down from this high.

I hear you take more photographs, and say how hot this is.

Once I have recovered a bit and find my voice again, I tell you: “Fuck me! NOW!” Yet you ignore me, and instead you pull out the egg. Ahhh.. that feels good too. I guess I am still on a high because I can feel the excitement rise again.

I think you will now fuck me, because your body moves over mine and I can feel your torso scrape across my nipples – which feel like they are on fire by now. You ask me if I want you to remove the rings, but I say:” No, leave them for now, it still feels good! Just fuck me! Please??”

And fuck me you do…. But not with your hot hard cock, which must be close to exploding by now. No, it turns out you are going to fuck me with my new vibrator.

Ooohhhh.. that feels so good sliding into my pussy, and I am so turned on by the fact that you are doing this, instead of me playing with it by myself. You move it around a bit, and spread the juice that is still leaking out of me around my whole pussy and across my ass too. For a moment I think you are going to penetrate my ass with the vibrator, but you move it away again, and then I feel it slide into my pussy again. And again and again.

It is not long before I scream and cum again. I beg you to fuck me, but you are steadfastly ignoring me.

Well, sort of. You get off the bed and remove the scarves that tied me to the bed. You tell me to leave the blindfold on though. You tell me to lie still, and after some manoeuvring you have it so that your mouth can reach my clit and pussy, but I can just reach your cock which is dangling above my mouth, dripping some of your pre-cum into my mouth. You tell me to lick it off, and to suck you gently.

At last I get a chance to make you feel as good as you did me! Eagerly – yet slowly at the same time I take you into my mouth, and you feel so good in my mouth. And I love hearing the sharp intake of breath you take when you feel the heat of my mouth around your rock-hard cock.

I love the taste of you, and enjoy giving you pleasure so that is what I set about doing. You let me love you with my mouth, and are not yet distracted enough to stop licking my clit and pussy. I can even hear you take more pictures, but still I cannot see of what exactly!

However my range of movement is limited in this position so for a brief moment I let you slip out of my mouth and ask if we can roll over, so that you are lying on your back, and I can then be much more creative in sucking you and licking you all over.

You happily agree, and I place my pussy over your face, and set about trying to get the last drop of cum out of your hard cock. You tell me you don’t want to cum in my mouth, you want to cum in my pussy. Hmm.. we’ll see, I quite like to suck you till you cum in my mouth, but you rarely let me.

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On my way through the campsite, I could hear voices coming from where some other campers were gathered in their tents. A man in his mid-thirties was poking the dying embers of a campfire, and not far away two girls – a tall raven-haired beauty in her early thirties and an azure-eyed blonde who looked slightly younger – were just opening the flap of their tent, going in for the night. I waved as I strolled by, and they waved back. With the hum of the crickets, and with the stars twinkling down on me, I thought that the night was even more lovely than the day.

When I got to Janey’s tent, I peeked inside. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw her in the corner all curled up, fully clothed and fast asleep. I smiled, pulled a blanket over her, and decided to just rest a minute myself before undressing.

A sudden noise woke both of us with a start. We looked at each other, but said not a word. We heard something, or someone, making barely audible sounds, moving slowly, tentatively, right for our tent. The moon was behind a drifting cloud and without that light, the night was pitch black. We were toward the far end of our small clearing and we heard what sounded like a snort, or a sniffle, as whoever it was, or whatever it was, approached. Our hearts were pounding. I tried to remember those signs posted around the campsite that I had mostly ignored. Back home, black bears were ferocious, and with one swipe of those claws you’d be dead. Had we buried all the food properly? And we had wolves – I was sure they had them too in these parts. And I had heard some local talk about a black panther. I could hardly breathe as the sounds came closer. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind. Somebody at the picnic had said that an escaped convict was caught and hanged near here, long ago, and he cursed whoever came into these woods at night. I thought that was a joke. Now, it wasn’t funny.

That noise from outside had both of us rattled. Janey grabbed my arm and squeezed it very tight. I could hear her breathing quicken, and this time, it was not out of passion. I quickly glanced around the tent to look for something to protect us. Somewhere in my backpack was a Swiss Army Knife, with 6 or 7 different flip-out things that were very impressive looking, but generally useless other than to open a bottle of wine.

“The Blair Witch is coming to drink our blood in the dead of night,” I thought, “and the best weapon I’ve got is a fucking corkscrew!

We could hear Whichever-it-was, coming through the brush, and coming closer, straight for our tent. Janey’s grip tightened as she clung to me for dear life. Suddenly, a brilliantly lit full moon threw off its cloud cover and we could both see something or someone looming over our tent, backlit by the moonlight. I held my breath as I strained my eyes trying to make out the shape of the thing, that looming shape that was no more than a few feet from us. It came into focus and I recognized it! My heart sank, but my cock got hard. It was the perfect silhouette of a beautiful young woman, totally naked!

In an instant the shadow passed, and then along came another, also clearly female, clearly naked, and a bit cold, judging from the silhouette of her hard nipples, and it too passed. Janey and I stared at each other in stunned silence, then broke into peals of muffled laughter. Two women were out walking around stark naked! Were they going for a secret skinny dip, a ritual for a witches’ coven, or what? With a sudden smirk stealing over her pretty face, Janey grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the tent.

“Something’s going down,” she said, “and I want to see what it is.” I was impressed with how independent she was, a quality I like in a woman, so I put on a brave face, and off we went.

We crept quietly downwind, following the sounds of the girls’ giggles, down toward the stream that fed into a small pool that was a popular spot for sunning during ataköy escort the day. We stopped as we neared the pool and listened, but the sounds had disappeared. Finally, we decided to turn back, but as we made our way back up the trail, we heard a faint noise and stopped. We listened again, turning our heads toward the direction of the sound, and straining our ears. Just below us, there were a series of splashes, giggles, and then … the very distinct sound of a gasp followed by a short, soft moan.

As we turned our eyes toward the sounds we had just heard, we saw two figures, shrouded in dappled moonlight, swimming in the shallow end of the pool. They were the two women I had waved to just a few hours before, the tall beauty with jet black hair and the leggy blonde with sky-blue eyes, but now they were engaged in something I had only dreamed of!

The statuesque brunette, completely naked, was sitting on the edge of a large rock, her knees still in the water, with her legs spread wide and eyes closed. Standing in the waist-deep water in front of her was the petite tow head with a cute tight ass and small firm breasts. There was no doubt what they were doing.

The loud sucking sounds that the pretty blonde made drifted up toward us as clearly as if we were standing right next to them. Janey’s hand found my rising cock underneath my shorts while her other hand sought out her own wet pussy and began to explore. Without taking her eyes off of the fascinating sight before us, Janey knelt down and began rubbing my cock against her cheek, then her soft silky tits. I looked down and smiled, then put my finger to my lips. I motioned Janey to cup her tits and when she did, I began jerking my cock. She smiled broadly and licked her lips. I looked at her, then the two naked gals, then back at Janey, who had pulled up her T-shirt and pressed her tits hard up against my throbbing cock.

I could tell Janey was torn between looking at the porn-movie scene below us, and watching my cock explode over her own lovely boobs, but soon the nearness of my cum-soaked cock drew her full attention. She smiled at me in a way that told me that she was waiting for me to give her another ‘pearl necklace’. We both knew that she would not have long to wait.

As I looked down, I saw the girl sitting on the rock gasp, begin to shake, then grab her friend’s head and shove it hard down into her pussy. Within seconds, the tall girl shuddered and came hard, but her friend didn’t stop, burying her blonde head even further into her friend’s sopping wet cunt, licking that swollen clit up and down, faster and faster, until soon the taller girl began to moan and whisper harshly that she was about to cummmmmm – once again. This time the tall girl grabbed her own large tits and squeezed hard, pinching her nipples and grinding her cunt hard against her friend’s face.

This turned me on so much that I knew I had only seconds before I blew my load. With my cock flying up and down between Janey’s tits, I saw her smile in anticipation, still squeezing her tits together with one hand while she fucked her cunt as hard as she could with her other. That was all I could take, as the sounds of cunt-licking, cock-jerking, and finger-fucking all combined to drive me wild, I felt a tidal wave of cum pounding through my dick.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. My hot sperm blasted out, the first wave splashing against Janey’s cheek and into her wide-open mouth. She turned her head as it hit, forming a cum line from left to right. It spattered her left chin, into her mouth, on her tongue, over her upper lip, up to her right cheek, and finally spewing great globs in her hair.

Janey smiled, loving it, and knowing more was cumming, she lifted up her pretty tits like Christmas presents, and I gushed again, spewing out thick streams of white gooey spunk all over her lovely tits, nipples, throat and shoulders. Finally, bakırköy escort after several more shots, Janey took my creamy head in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling the last spurts and few drops from my cock and drinking them down. She licked my cock playfully and I sank to the ground, with my eyes closed, breathing hard. Janey moved to lay down beside me and we hugged each other. I lost all track of time.

When we eventually rose, we realized we had also lost track of the girls, so we just enjoyed the moonlit night as we ambled back toward our tent. Clearly, Janey and I shared a mutual desire for erotic and playful behavior, but as we walked back, hand in hand, our arms swinging in the warm summer air, it was evident that there was more than mere sexual chemistry between us.

I stopped about mid-way back, and told Janey to look up. There was a great big Australian yellow moon in the sky, shining down on half the world, of course, but for that magical moment, it seemed like someone had hung the moon up there just for us. As Janey craned her neck for a look at the moon, the reflection of that heavenly body painted her face and neck a ghostly white. Her breasts were still slick from where I had shot my manly essence between them, and her lips were slightly parted and moist.

I leaned down and kissed those ghostly lips, and felt her return the warmth and passion that I felt looming up in me. It was a kiss for the ages, passionate, warm, loving, intense, and ethereal. The stars twinkled down upon us, and the crickets seemed to be a chorus of admirers who were singing purely for our pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“For what?” replied Janey, her warm and affectionate face now showing puzzlement.

“For kissing you without your permission. I should have asked first.”

Janey laughed. “But we’ve made love several times already, and you’ve kissed more than those lips….if you know what I mean…and I’ve kissed and licked more than your lips…lots and lots already.”

“Yes,” I admitted, “but we both wanted oral sex…neither one just took it for granted, and besides, let’s face it…we were both really really horny. We needed that sex, and it was great. But now, we’ve both released all that energy, and now…I stole that kiss from you. I need for you to tell me it was ok.”

“Well…it wasn’t,” replied Janey.

When I started to apologize, she put her finger to my lips. “Shhhh….it wasn’t just ‘ok’; it was fantastic. I want you to kiss me, again and again, and never stop. Do whatever you want, and I will never turn you down, sweetie.”

I was touched by this answer, and kissed her again. “I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you,” I said. “I might be more aggressive than you are for … well, for some things.”

“Yes,” Janey admitted, “I think you are. I am a little shy about saying things, and can’t help it. I wish I could be more outspoken as to what I want, but it will take me a while. Will you work with me on this… because… even if I cannot say all the sexy lusty things I want….I DO really want them, and I want them with you, my lover-boy.” She gave my beard a little tug.

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Yes, Janey, I’ll work with you. I’ll try to remember to be more romantic, and you can try to remember that I love a girl who says sexy nasty funny things, and then does just what she described.”

“OK.” Janey said, sticking out her hand, “we’ve got a deal.” I shook her hand, then kissed her again, for a long time. Then, hand in hand, we strolled back to our tent. I opened the flap, and we both bent down and crawled in to the darkness, giggling as we went. It was at that point that we were in for the surprise of our lives.

As Janey and I crawled into the darkened tent, we froze. We both realized that we were not alone. Something was in there, and we could hear it breathing. At that moment two flashlights were turned on, spotlighting two fearsome, growling faces. Janey and I felt our hearts leap and we clung to each other. Then, the growls dissolved into laughter. The two girls we had just left, or more correctly, the girls we thought we had just left, were right there… in Janey’s tent! Still wearing nothing but smiles, they turned off the flashlights and turned on the Coleman lantern, greeting us warmly.

“It’s about time you two got back,” said the blonde, “we’ve been waiting for you.”

“But…how did you,” I stammered. “I mean….you know who we are?”

“Sure,” said the blonde, “and we knew you were hiding in the bushes watching us do our thing. In fact, the show was meant for you two.” Janey and I were stunned.

The brunette smiled, and said, “We saw you two fucking in the woods this morning, and you guys were so hot, that really got us turned on. We could hardly stop from giggling, and could barely resist going at each other right then, but we had to get back. But tonight, we had a plan: we got naked and purposefully made noise when we passed your tent. We knew you’d be curious and follow us, so we put on a show for you to see if we could give you the same treat you gave us.” They both giggled.

“I think it worked,” said Janey, who giggled herself. I didn’t quite know what to say, but Janey was the first to recover and stick out her hand. Short, quiet introductions followed, as it turned out that the tall dark-haired beauty was Samantha and the leggy thin blonde was Trixie.

“If I have known there was an audience,” quipped Janey, “I would have really lit it up…after all, I love the stage, you know.”

The girls clapped at that, while their tits jiggled and I began to get hard all over again. I tried to cover my embarrassment by retrieving a bottle of brandy that I had packed away, and inviting everyone to take a few sips. The bottle was passed around, more than a few times, and soon everyone was in a very relaxed, mellow mood.

The lateness of the hour, however, was getting to all of us and soon, Samantha leaned her head against a backpack and was soon fast asleep. Trixie nodded off a few minutes later, and Janey looked at me as if to say, “how did we get to have two naked woman sleeping in a corner of our tent?” I just shrugged, with my palms up, thinking we would drift off ourselves before too long. Janey, however, had other ideas.

“Shhh,” she said. “Let them sleep, but I need to clean up… I’m pretty much of a mess with those pearl necklaces you keep giving me all the time… and my hair looks like a fright wig.”

“You look beautiful,” I protested.

“Liar,” she said, “but thank you, anyway. Look, the night is warm, so let’s take a quick dip in the pool clean up.”

That sounded fine with me, and off we went, quietly stealing down the path to the pool, lit by the light of the silvery moon.

We both waded into the shallow water, which felt wonderful and warm. I helped Janey wash her face and breasts, which still smelled of cum, and splashed some water over her legs when she sat on a rock to dry off. The sight of her sexy open pussy lips, however, was too much for me.

“Oh no,” she whispered, “not again…you can’t be hard again.” But I was.

I liked her hot wet pussy lips and moved my tongue deep into her until her hips squirmed. The only sounds were splashing water and night birds calling, but the sex was very hot, and very passionate. After her pussy was drenched from my tongue, Janey could take no more. She slid down into the water, and grabbed my hard cock, sliding it deftly between her legs and riding me up and down like an underwater rocking horse. Oh, it was so hot and lusty, silent and sexy, silky-smooth in the water. Magically, we both arched our backs and came together, breathing hard and heavy, and exhausted.

We had no towel, so we put on our clothes and walked back up to the tent, quietly slipping in to see if we were alone, but no – the girls were still there. Our clothes were wet, so we took them off and set them on poles to dry, then lay down, totally naked and spent.

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As a couple we were now somewhat outsiders to our social group. Some were dating but most were just horny eighteen and nineteen-year-olds on the make. We went to the usual parties on Fridays and Saturdays and had a good time but usually left fairly early.

Susan became, somewhat to her discomfort and surprise, a confidant for some of her classmates. I was always amazed at the stupid situations that some girls get themselves into. And how naïve eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls are about boys (I conveniently forgot how unbelievably naïve I was about girls just last year).

She tried to provide a bit of guidance but suspected anything she said would be of little help. One girl, for example, was seeking advice on how to get her boyfriend back after he jumped ship for some girl who would fuck him. She was a virgin and had intended to stay that way but now was ready to fuck him. Susan advised that he was just after pussy and she would be disappointed if she expected more.

Another wanted to know if she shaved her pussy would that get her boyfriend to eat her. Susan responded that smooth pussies were very popular and might make a difference and worth a try. Another girl said her boyfriend wanted to share her with his friends. She was afraid if she said no he would leave. That one was pretty close to home. Susan told her he was just using her as a sexual trophy and to find another boyfriend.

“Bobby, the other day a girl was bemoaning that her guy frequently comes way too quickly, leaving her high and dry. I sure am lucky that I never have that problem! But it sure seems many girls my age are not satisfied. I was asked for my opinion.

“I said I thought it’s mostly a problem with inexperienced guys. ‘Suck his cock and the second time he should last longer,’ I suggested. That started a whole conversation about sucking cock. Two girls said they tried it and never again. ‘God, no way I’ll ever again take that filthy thing in my mouth. No way,’ was a response. So I asked if they liked their guys to eat pussy. I was surprised that only one girl had ever had it done. The others said they asked and were turned down as being dirty.

“‘Well, there’s a solution, girls,’ I said. ‘Take a shower together first. Get his cock all nice and clean, have him wash your pussy. Play with each other, maybe even do a little fucking in the shower. And then have him eat you. Do that first since he might lose interest after you suck him.’ I felt like a sexual Dear Abby.

“”I think some of the girls are hoping I’ll talk about you and me. One girl said you were so handsome and had such a nice smile. Here I have this big beautiful cock that fits so nicely inside me. I can’t brag about it or tell anyone how good you are at eating my pussy. And certainly no demonstrations. Sure would be nice to be totally anonymous for a change.”

“Well, we could go to a nude beach somewhere, how about that? Show off a little, stroll hand in hand, your sexy body on display, my cock swinging as we walk. Two sexy teenagers in love.”

“Yeah, that would be a hoot, wouldn’t it? But I would just die if we meet someone we knew.”

“Spring break is coming up in a few weeks, how about we do some research? I’d like to show off your sexy body. But I’m not real interested in a bunch of old guys ogling you.”

It was a silly idea but fun to do some investigating. We ruled out anything in the US and checked out Europe and South America. There were some interesting possibilities in Eastern Europe. “Oh, Susan, look at this place,” as I brought up a page on my laptop. “Praia Do Pinho.”

“Where’s that?”

“In Brazil. Boy, this looks like the perfect place. Look at these pictures. Great scenery.”

“You mean the beaches or the girls,” she poked me in the ribs.

“Both. I mean no old farts, no kids. Oh, it says nudity is mandatory on the beach. And no single guys! I guess I can’t go down there to check out the place for you.”

“You would be missing a very important appendage!”

“Yeah, this place is perfect.”

“Come on, Bobby, get real. First of all, we don’t have the money to even get there, much less the resort cost. And spring break isn’t long enough to get there and back and have more than three or four days there.”

“Yeah, I know, but maybe someday? So now that we’re talking about spring break, what are we going to do?”

“I want to go someplace, just the two of us. Everyone else is going to party. Lots of booze, lots of sex I would expect.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to get distracted,” and got poked in the ribs again. “Maybe we could just spend the week here, nude. Our own private nude resort and maybe have sex out on the balcony?”

“I want to do something different, Bobby. Look at us, you are sitting there without any clothes, I’m just in panties. So how would our ‘nude week’ be much different?”

“Guess you’re right. Maybe we could start wearing clothes more?” I joked.

“Funny. Well, we have, what, six weeks until spring break? Let’s give it some thought. All this talk about nude beaches is making me horny,” she istanbul escort leaned over and kissed my neck while grabbing my cock. “Interested?”

“Later. I need to do some more internet searching.”

“Bastard!” as she squeezed my cock hard. “Come on,” and pulled me to our apartment balcony. “It’s dark enough outside, let’s fuck.”

****

“Bobby, I was talking with Janice, you know the good looking brunette in my biology class? Anyway I told her we were trying to decide what to do for spring break. She said she and Jim, her boyfriend, were thinking about going to a resort in Phoenix. Her sister and her husband stayed there a couple of years ago.”

“And?”

“Her sister said it wasn’t popular with the spring-break crowds so Janice said they might do it. She wondered if we would like to join them to split the cost?”

“I thought you wanted to go someplace, just the two of us? Double-dating doesn’t fit that scenario. And they want to share a room with us? Sounds like they have a different kind of sharing in mind.”

“I wondered the same thing. But Janice said the suites have two bedrooms and plenty of privacy. But there is only one hot tub,” she added.

****

Very classy, definitely upper scale, and thank goodness for off-season rates. Our suite was spacious, common area, two nice bedrooms, a little patio, and a hot tub plenty big enough. We quickly got unpacked and headed to a local steakhouse for dinner. Jim brought some pre-mixed margaritas. One each and Susan and I were done for the day, tired from our five-hour drive. We saved just enough energy to make love.

The sun was up and Susan was sucking my cock. Everything was right with the world and minutes later she was taking a fresh load of cum. I moved between her spread legs and nudged her pussy lips apart with my tongue.

“Make me cum, honey. Fuck me with your fabulous tongue. God, I’m a lucky girl.”

As her excitement gradually rose I inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy. Now I was rapidly finger-fucking as I diddled her clitoris with my tongue. I knew from our other times that she would explode soon. I pulled away and quickly thrust my hard cock into her hot tunnel. Moments later her pussy pulsed as she climaxed. I increased my tempo, thrusting hard.

“Oh, honey, oh baby, oh feels so good. Oh, I coming again.”

Having already come once, I wasn’t close to coming and my cock was rock hard as I pounded away. “Oh …. Oh,” she murmured. I was now a machine, thrusting deep, feeling a firmness against the tip of my cock. “Oh ….. “

She grabbed my hips, holding me deep inside her, as she had a huge orgasm. As she slumped down I withdrew my still hard cock. There would be plenty of time for me. This time was for her. It was almost another hour before we were up and dressed. Susan’s friend, Janice, and her boyfriend had apparently been up for a while.

“Morning,” Janice greeted us. “Morning,” I responded. Susan and I felt a bit sheepish since it was clear her friends must have known why we were delayed.

‘In case you’re wondering,” Janice said, “we woke up early and had sex. Then we heard you guys going at it and so we did it again. That’s what this trip is about, relaxing and enjoying each other. So Susan, now that we have worn out the guys, what do we do until they’re ready again?”

First a big breakfast, then a stroll around the resort. Lunch at a little bistro near town. A nap and sex. Dinner at a Cajun restaurant. Back to our suite and more sex, a wonderfully full day. The only thing we didn’t get around to was the hot tub. Susan and I agreed, swim wear would be required.

We spent a delightful four days at the resort. Nothing untoward happened but it was quite exciting to have sex within hearing of another couple. Susan said Jim hinted of his interest in her, and that Janice thought I was very handsome.

“She did look good in that tiny bikini, didn’t she?”

“I didn’t notice.”

“Sure you didn’t, don’t give me that bull. It’s ok to look. And Jim’s a good looking guy. I told you he hinted about doing some things together. Just as we suspected, there was more to their invitation than just sharing the cost. Janet finally admitted that they invited us on the trip with the hopes of having sex with us. I told her we were engaged to be married, loved each other very much, and thanks anyway. That ok with you?”

“Sure. And when we get back I’m sure they will spread the word of our “engagement”. Are we engaged?”

I guess we better tell our parents.

****

“Did you have fun? What did you like best?” Susan asked about our spring break trip.

“Yeah, I had a good time. I liked all the fucking we did, knowing your friends could hear everything.”

“Yeah, that was a turn-on for me too. I suppose it was our way to safely show off. You know, Bobby, we probably spent twice as much time in bed as they did. If I were Janice, I would encourage her boyfriend to up his game.”

“Don’t give away any of our secrets!”

“Nope. Speaking of sex, I’m horny. escort bayan How about you do that thing where you alternate fucking and eating my pussy.”

“Sure. Now?”

“Why not? And this time I want you to eat me again after you cum. Come on, let’s take a shower.”

Susan washed my cock, then I did her. I put two soapy fingers in her pussy and slid a finger into her ass. After finger-fucking her I pushed my cock between her legs from behind, sliding between her pussy lips. Soon my cock had found the spot and I pushed. We fucked for several minutes before disengaging and rinsing off.

I stood by the bed, admiring her sexy body, so perfect. I kissed her lips, then earlobes, then her neck as my hands caressed her breasts. Her perky B-cups were perfect on her slender body. As I licked one tit and then the other her nipples became erect. I sucked like a baby would suck, drawing each nipple in, gently nibbling and sucking.

I kissed my way down her taut tummy, tonguing her belly button. As I got closer to her honeypot she spread her legs, opening her already slightly stretched pussy for me. She reached down and spread her lips so I could go deeper. Several minutes later I raised up and positioned my cock at her opening. Several slow pushes and I was hitting bottom. Once I felt the firmness of her cervix I held steady and pulsed my cock by clenching my buttock muscles.

“Oh, that’s a new feeling! Neat!”

I pulled out, leaving just the head in her pussy, then in one motion slowly pushed until I was again nudging her cervix. A few pulses of my cock and then back out. Another minute and then I fully withdrew and replaced my cock with my tongue. I licked up and down between her lips, touching her clitoris. I decided to try something new since we had just showered, and continued lower, reaching her anus.

“Bobby! You shouldn’t do that.”

I continued, sensing her body didn’t want me to stop. Now back up between her lips to her clitoris, then back down, tonguing her anus. A few more licks up and down and I raised up, positioning my cock back at her vagina. Her pussy was now gushing and I easily sunk my full length. Then back out, this time completely. I used my left hand to keep my cock in alignment with her now gaping pussy and thrust hard and deep. Then out, followed by another deep thrust.

“Bobby, I’m coming. Speed up.”

I doubled my pace, my cock starting to tingle. I was close too. “Here I come, baby,” I shouted. She humped against each thrust.

“Almost there, honey. Keep going. Oh, feels to good! I just love what you do to me. Almost there…. Oh, damn, oh …”

I remained motionless inside her as we both came down from our high. Damn, that was the best yet! The glow continued for several minutes as we lay next to each other.

“Well, that was so exciting. Whatever you were doing to make your cock expand, that was awesome. I wasn’t so sure about you tonguing my anus. Sure felt good, though.

“At first I was just going up and down between your lips and one time got pretty close to your anus. Remember in the shower when I stuck a soapy finger up your butt? I figured you were clean and anyway I was really turned on and decided to try it.”

****

“Hardly anyone’s back from spring break, not until tomorrow. What do you want to do today?” Susan asked.

“I have it all planned out. Want to hear?” She nodded, a big smile on her face. She knew me and figured sex would be part of the plan.

“First we take a shower and play like we did yesterday. Then we do a repeat in bed. Sound good so far?”

“Of course. Will you do everything again?”

“Sure, if you want me to.”

We soaped each other. My fingers penetrated her pussy as my other hand rubbed her ass. Slipping between her cheeks, I pushed my index finger into her butt. I was fucking her front and back.

“If you keep that up I’m going to come.” I did and she did.

“Oh, that was nice. Now your turn,” as she stroked my cock and fondled my balls. Then, to my surprise, she pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped.

“Hey, you did it to me. Turnabout is fair. How’s this feel?”

“Weird but OK.”

“Did you and Bill ever think about fucking each other?”

“No, of course not.”

“Never? Maybe I should invite him over so you guys could play. You know, suck cock, fuck each other.”

“Come on, Susan, quit teasing me. You know we were just horny guys with no girls around. That’s long over and done. And besides, he didn’t suck me as well as you do,” I added my own tease and laughed.

Minutes later I was between her wide-spread legs, running my tongue between her pussy lips.

“You going to do my butt again, honey?”

I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then licked up and down near her pussy hole, and then down further. Her little rosebud winked at me as my tongue slid past, then back up, this time dipping into her vagina. Susan used her fingers to spread her lips, giving me deep access. Now back up to her clitoris and down to her anus.

Her pussy escort istanbul was gushing and she was making those little whimpering sounds of approaching orgasm. “Do you want me to continue or do you want my cock?”

“Keep going, honey, please,” she said between gasps. I placed my mouth on her vagina and pushed my tongue deep. She grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face to her crotch. I tasted a burst of pussy juice.

“Oh, that was the best yet! You have a magic tongue. Thank you!” She rolled onto her tummy and spread her legs. “Now fuck me with that big cock.”

We climaxed almost simultaneously. Then she turned on her back, my invitation to eat her creampie, which I did with enthusiasm.

“Not bad, honey. You got me going three times. I never came more than once with Roger. And he thought he was such hot stuff. Too bad I can’t brag to anyone about how good we are in bed. They would be so jealous of that big cock of yours and that talented tongue. OK, you ready for a big breakfast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, the works? I need to get some energy into you so your cock will be ready to go again!”

“Sure thing! I was thinking we could take a walk in the park. I expect it will be almost empty. We sit on a bench and watch stuff, birds, squirrels, that sort of thing. It’s a really nice day. On the way back I want to stop at that adult store and buy a dildo, one that looks like my cock.”

“What on earth for?”

“I think it would be fun to use when my cock’s not ready. Keep you hot and bothered.”

“Well, maybe, but I would be mortified to go into that place. There’s a bookstore nearby and I’ll rummage around there while you do your shopping. You really going to buy a dildo?”

Fortunately, I was the only person in the store. It had a big collection, small ones, big ones, black ones, rubbery ones, all kind. I asked the clerk, a cute girl my age. She said the type called jelly were most popular since it felt realistic. “How’s it going to be used, pussy or anal?” she asked.

“Pussy. My girlfriend.”

“Lucky girl. OK, here are the available sizes. What are you looking for?”

I didn’t want to say my size so merely responded, “pretty big”.

“Well, here’s our most popular one, seven inches. The shaft is not really that long, however. You would have to get, probably, a nine-inch size to equal a real seven-inch cock.”

“How about that one?” pointing to one marked ten inches.

“Yeah, that’s popular with some girls since it’s like the eight inch cocks all the porn actors supposedly have. Then they get it home and realize it won’t fit. We don’t take returns.”

“That’s ok. She’s used to that size.”

“Oh, I see.” The girl gave me an ‘I’m interested’ look and glanced at my crotch. “She is a lucky girl!” I smiled and thanked her for her advice.

“Any trouble?” Susan asked as I joined her in the bookstore, a discrete package in my hand.

“Nope, the girl was very helpful,” I responded with a guilty smile.

“I’ll bet.”

We grabbed a sandwich and then headed back home.

“OK, let me see it. Yeah, it does seem about your size. Let me play with your cock and then compare.”

I stood before her, nude, my cock already expanding. Susan knelt and took my cock into her mouth. A minute later I was full size. She used a fabric measuring tape.

“Let’s see. 8 5/8″ long. And …. about 6 ½” in the middle. It’s a little less at the head and a little more at the base. Not bad, honey. I think I’ll keep it. Now let’s measure the dildo. Oh, almost perfect. About 8″ to where the fake balls start. That’s all you would be able to get into me. And the same 6 ½” around, just like you. Good choice.

“You know, I’m glad now you bought this. Whenever you poop out or are not around I can exercise my pussy muscles! How about we try it out now?”

We stretched out on the bed, head to foot. Susan took my cock in her mouth and I rubbed the dildo between her lips. Hand lotion made it slippery. Gradually I worked it in until all but the fake balls were inside. It fit just like my cock. It must have felt good as she became more energetic in sucking me.

Her mouth full, she moaned.

“I’m getting close. How you doing?”

She took me out of her mouth for a moment, “Go faster, Bobby. Fuck me hard. God, I like two cocks!”

I couldn’t wait and pumped three spurts into her mouth and momentarily stopped moving the dildo.

“Don’t stop. Almost there. Oh, it feels so much like your cock, Bobby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Afterwards we decided the purchase was worthwhile. It was only two in the afternoon and we both had already cum three times today. Now what to do for a few hours? We decided a nap would be rejuvenating. I woke up with Susan playing with my cock. “You going to sleep all day? We have to keep on schedule.”

When you are eighteen and a very sexy girl is playing with your cock, it responds. Susan straddled me. She liked being on top and I liked it when she faced away so I could watch my cock slide in and out. I was a little limber when we started but quickly stiffened up.

Afterward we went over to Ernie’s for a beer and something to eat. We didn’t shower and probably smelled like sex. Susan said her pussy was leaking in her panties. Several students we knew were back early from spring break.

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The work night was the typical boring Friday night at the local burger joint. I was the assistant manager making a big $4.85 an hour and in charge of a crew of four. Carrie was the number one cashier. Six nights a week there was a janitor that came in and cleaned so we could leave with just a quick wipe down. On Friday nights however, we had to do the work of the janitor so it wasn’t unusual to get home after 2:00 AM. Carrie had finished her front end cleanup and asked me if there was anything she could do to help finish the rest of the cleanup so we could all leave a little earlier. She was the same age as I was, had nice reddish-auburn hair, a cute smile and a great looking set of 32B tits under her cute orange and white burger uniform. Plus, she always smelled great, which is hard to do in a greasy burger restaurant.

Nearing the end of the night, she asked me if I would be able to give her a ride home, because her car was broken down. “No problem,” I said.

I lived just a few blocks from her house. We locked up the store and headed home in my ’69 Roadrunner with a front seat big enough to sleep in. I pulled up in front of her house and she slid across the seat and gave me a long deep french kiss, reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants and asked if she could have a ride home again the next night. “Sure.” I stammered.

I was in shock from the kiss and the rub through the pants. I drove home as fast as I could, went straight to the bathroom and wacked off just imagining what Saturday night was going to bring.

On Saturday I could hardly keep my mind on my work and every time I turned around, there was Carrie. I found myself watching her as she walked by to get a roll of quarters, or when she came back to the grill area to help with a large istanbul escort order. She smelled especially sweet tonight and I noticed the top button was open on her uniform, showing just a hint of a white lace bra when she bent forward. She asked me again if I was going to be able to give her a ride home after work. I smiled and told her, “Of course.”

I had no idea what was wrong with her car, but since it gave me just a small shot to look under that lace bra or maybe get some hand action from her, it was fine with me if it was never fixed. She finished her cleanup very quickly as usual and went off to the ladies room. When she came out a few minutes later, her hair was brushed, her makeup was fixed, she had fresh lipstick on her sweet lips and she had just refreshed her perfume. She asked me for my keys and said she would be waiting in the car. I’m not sure how well my cleanup crew did that night, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted to get in that car with Carrie and hit the road.

As we approached her house, she asked me to shut off my car about 2 blocks early and just coast to a stop in front of her house. She didn’t want to wake her father with my noisy Plymouth. The street was dark except for the lone streetlight about a 1/2 block away. As the car rolled to a stop, she slid across the seat and layed a long and hard french kiss on me just as the night before. I was not stunned at all this time, and tried to keep up with her skilled tongue. My free left hand was wrapped around her waist and I slowly started undoing the buttons on her uniform. As I reached the last button, she slid her hand into the front of her white lace bra and pulling up on the center strip, let her perfect tits loose. We kissed for several more moments, as I slowly fondled and caressed her left, then her right breast. Circling her nipples, escort bayan I could feel her breathing becoming heavier and she broke off the kiss, laying her head back on the seat. Her eyes closed slightly, and she pressed her chest forward, silently begging me to do what I wanted with her fine tits.

I lowered my head to suck her small hard nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth, gently flicking it with my tongue, making her hotter and hotter. I made a move down her flat belly, lower towards her snatch. She slid her hand into the way and placed my hand back on her breast. My cock was straining in my pants, and almost as if she could read my mind, she reached over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and sprang my rock hard seven inch prick out of my pants.

I had never been so turned on and without a word between us, she slid off the seat onto her knees and smoothly slid my cock into her warm mouth. I felt her fingers cup my balls underneath, as she slowly sucked up and down my rod. She stroked with one hand, stopping from time to time to squeeze precome from the tip and flick it off with her curling tongue. My hands reached in front of her and fondled each of her tits, gently tweaking each hard little nipple, causing her to make sweet moaning sounds as she worked her mouth on my dick. Faster and faster she stroked and sucked, rolling my balls with one hand, and smoothly jerking me to an orgasm with the other. She was an expert with her tongue. I moved her hair out of the way so I could get a better view of her sucking my cock. She stopped for just a second and begged, “Keep squeezing my tits, it feels great.”

No need to beg, I thought, I could stay here all night. I climbed closer and closer to shooting my load and she kept moaning as I squeezed her jugs and almost without warning, I felt escort istanbul my balls clench and shoot a monster load of cum into her ready and waiting mouth. She never missed a drop, slowly jerking and milking until she had swallowed every last drop.

I couldn’t beleive what a skilled tongue she had. I helped her back onto the seat. I wanted to make her come, so I once again tried to slide my hand into the band of her pants. She made a half-hearted effort to stop me, but she was definately still turned on from the blowjob. I slid my hand all the way into her panties, and found her slit was soaked. I felt her lift her ass off the seat and I used my other hand to help her get her pants and panties down to her knees. I twirled my finger inside her and slowly started finger fucking her, while I diddled her clit with my thumb. Soon she was writhing on the seat and bucking her hips up and down, as she neared her own orgasm. She grabbed my hand and pushed down, trying to get me deeper and deeper inside. I slid a second and then a third finger inside her dripping pussy, and pounded her with long smooth strokes. I lowered my head for a mouthful of tit, tweaking her nipple with my teeth. I felt her gasp and breathlessly moan, “Oh God, I’m coming.”

She grabbed my fucking hand and squeezed her legs together, holding my hand in a vise grip between her thighs until her spasm left her.

We were both panting and sweaty, as we slowly pulled our clothes back on. I gave her one last kiss and hug before she got out of the car and I watched her walk into her house. I drove the few blocks to my house and went upstairs to take a shower. As I turned on the bathroom light and started to get undressed, I saw that the hand that I was finger-fucking her with was covered in blood. What a time for her period! That’s why she was pushing my hand away.

We’ve both married and have had this hot secret between us for over 25 years. I still see her from time to time and the first thing I think of when our eyes meet is that totally hot summer night in a ’69 Roadrunner. I hope she thinks the same thing.

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