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1500 on Friday. The weekend was fast approaching, and the usual flurry of emails were flying back and forth around the office, trying to put together a plan for the route to midnight. Only, this week the office was quieter than usual; it seemed as though half of the office had taken their holiday at the same time. Due to the paucity of numbers, the enthusiasm for a big night out was quite low. Indeed, Adam was undecided as to whether he would go along.

Eventually, a group converged on the idea of going for a couple of drinks at one of the usual haunts. A fairly bland place with no sort of identity or character. The sort of bar that Adam thought was the scourge of city centres these days. But it was convenient, being on the way to the train station, and it was cheap. Not too much to complain about really.

The group was finalised. Sam, one of Adam’s closest friends, and partner in crime around the office. Laura, who fancied the pants off Sam but would never quite admit it. He knew, he liked her, but he never did anything about it either. The classic game of cat and mouse, only neither was sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. Jane, one of the quieter girls from the other side of the office. Gavin, who tried too hard and wasn’t too popular around the office, but was mostly harmless. And Rosie.

Rosie, the object of Adam’s affections. There was one very small catch. She was out of his league. Way out of it. Adam consoled himself with the fact that at least he realised it. Not that Adam was hideously ugly or out of shape. He was very much average looking. Rosie however, was a fine specimen. Straight blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, mesmerising green eyes, and cheeks that were somewhere between cute and sexy when she smiled. Slim, with just enough meat on her bones to accentuate her femininity. And the bum. Ahhhh, the bum. Adam and Sam had spent many hours discussing that bum. Hours that should have been much more productive, but Adam had a complete picture of what that bum would look like underneath the layers of clothes. Rosie had to walk past Adam’s and Sam’s desks to reach the office kitchen, and it was an obvious and pleasurable distraction each time she did. She knew it of course, and she liked it and loathed it depending on the situation, or so it seemed to Adam.

That was the main downside with Rosie. In many ways, she was the stereotypical ‘It’ girl. Always turned out immaculately, clothes, make-up, shoes – the works. Her posture was perfect, the way she walked, everything about her. To Adam though, much of it seemed contrived, so concerned was she with keeping up appearances. The thing that galled Adam about this was that underneath it all, there was a really sweet, genuine girl.

Rosie had joined the company about a year ago, much to the excitement of pretty much every male in the office. Adam and Sam had made an early move to converse with her, and while she knew exactly what they were up to, she was at least polite enough to make conversation. Over the following months, Adam had come to know Rosie better. He had been doing his best to avoid the dreaded ‘friendzone’ but it seemed that there was little he could do to halt the inexorable slide towards its gaping jaws. Give Rosie her due though, she at least kept it interesting, indulging him from time to time and being just flirty enough to keep him coming back like a lovesick puppy. She was a player, and she was good at it. On the other side of that particular coin though, he’d had a number of pretty deep conversations with her about everything from family to love life to career aspirations. He liked her, and she liked him, or so he thought. She was difficult to read though. He wished he had a better idea of just where he stood, though he suspected he wouldn’t like the answer. Tonight promised more of the same; trying to steer the conversation to a flirty manner to test the water, followed by her hinting at reciprocating, only to find himself talking about something completely different a few minutes later.

The group eventually departed the office and made their way to the bar. Drinks were ordered, and they were soon sat around a big table, gossiping about events in the office. There was some teasing of Laura and Sam about their perpetual avoidance of the obvious. Which of course they decided to ignore.

Rosie’s phone began to buzz, and upon finishing the call she informed the group that her friend Annie would be joining them for a little while. Adam had met Annie a couple of time before, and she was friendly enough. Cute too, though ultimately spoken for.

Sam was busy teasing Jane, giving her examples of chat up lines that were clearly inappropriate. Jane wasn’t rising to the bait though. Indeed, she looked like she’d be anywhere else than on the end of a foul mouthed tirade from Sam, who had no idea about the effect he was having.

A couple of drinks went down, and the group were soon trying to decide if they should go on for more drinks. It wasn’t late, but it was the sort of time where it Ataşehir Escort was either going to be a big night, or die right there. Most of the group had decided that they would be calling it a night, preferring to wait until the rest of the guys were back in the office next week for a big night out.

Annie mentioned to Rosie that her boyfriend was DJing at a bar nearby. Rosie seemed to like the idea, and turned to Adam. ‘Wanna come along?’ she asked. Adam blew out his cheeks. ‘Well, I could, but I can’t stay late. I have to get the train home.’

To that Rosie smiled at him. One of those smiles that he loved and hated in equal amounts. ‘That’s ok. You can stay at my flat and go home in the morning.’

Adam stared for a couple of seconds, before remembering that he was being addressed directly. Rosie’s flat? Fuck! Yes! He tried to play it cool though. ‘Ok, as long as I get breakfast!’

The rest of the group started to disperse and it was just the three of them. Adam had fulfilled his role as the doormat by ordering another drink for the three of them, as they were sat around the table. Annie suddenly said ‘Ok guys, a small confession to make, but it’s not a big deal. This club… Well, it’s not exactly conventional. Don’t freak, but… it’s a swingers club.’

Rosie and Adam looked at her, then at each other, and then back to Annie. ‘What!’ Rosie exclaimed. ‘I’m not going to a place like that! Annie!’

Annie laughed as Adam watched on, wondering where this was going. ‘No, no. It’s just a swingers club. There will be no swingers there. They have… normal… nights on Fridays. Apparently. Anyway, Tom is playing there tonight. It’s just a normal night, I promise!’

Rosie looked suspicious. ‘Hmmmm, I don’t know. This sounds a bit weird. I’ll check it out, but if it’s weird, I’m leaving!’

Adam laughed. ‘That seems fair enough. We can check it out for a little while. It can’t be that bad anyway, right?’

Annie giggled ‘Exactly! Tom wouldn’t have invited everyone if it wasn’t ok. Quite a few of his friends are going.’

Rosie took a deep breath, giving her friend and Adam a warning look ‘Ok, but only for a short while to begin with. And DON’T leave me by myself, the pair of you!’

Adam gave a little chuckle, knowing that Annie would be off with Tom. This was perfect. An invitation, no, a demand to spend some quality time with Rosie! ‘Whatever you say!’

Finishing up their drinks, they gathered their coats and made their way over to this club, Annie leading the way. Somewhat predictably, it was off the beaten track, away from the rest of the bars, down a narrow, dimly lit street. Annie suddenly pulled up at a nondescript looking door with a red neon sign above it saying ‘The Cage’. Adam, smirking, attempted to lighten the mood by pointing out ‘Well doesn’t this fulfil a pretty long list of stereotypes?’

Annie, grimacing at her two accomplices, pushed the door open, and shrugged ‘Well, this is the place, I think. Guess we should check it out,’ she said, the door opening fully to reveal a narrow staircase leading down and bending around to one side. Annie went first, and to Adam’s surprise, he felt Rosie grip his arm above the elbow as he followed Annie. ‘Hey, it’ll be fine, we’re just checking it out,’ he said, doing his best to look and sound reassuring. Rosie, wide eyed and as beautiful as ever just whispered back ‘Don’t leave me.’

The stairs curved around, and opened out into a corridor. Adam saw a guy standing at the end of it, and was somewhat relieved when Annie walked up to him and gave him a hug, identifying him as one of Tom’s friends. Rosie’s hand dropped from his arm, and within seconds Adam found himself longing for it to return there, as they walked through and into the club itself.

There was no mistaking the first thing that caught the eye. A large cage in the centre of the bar with a swing inside it, what light there was directed the eye towards it. To the left of the entrance to the club was a small bar, and at the back of the main space was a huge king sized bed draped in dark red covers. There wasn’t much light other than that, with seats and tables up against the walls, other areas hinted at beyond the pillars.

Annie, smiling, ran over to the DJ booth and kissed Tom, giving no sign that she’d be returning any time soon. Rosie, looking less that pleased about it, said ‘Well that’s the last we’ll see of her tonight.’

Adam gave her a nudge ‘I’m not such bad company am I? Besides, it’s one less drink for me to buy. What are you having?’

Rosie, eyeing the surroundings suspiciously, muttered ‘Just a glass of wine. White. Thanks.’

Adam ordered the drinks, and handed Rosie hers, joining her in the survey of the club. ‘So? What do you think?’

Rosie pulled a bit of a face after sipping her wine ‘A bit creepy?!’

Adam laughed. ‘Well I can’t really disagree there. At least the clientele look relatively normal though right?’ He hesitated a while, before asking ‘Shall we explore a bit? See just Kadıköy Escort how weird this place really is?’

Rosie looked around, probably hoping for some support from Annie as Adam saw it, but none was forthcoming, so she sighed. ‘Well I don’t know anyone else here apart from Annie, so we might as well.’

The club was reasonably busy, as they began an initially nervy circuit of the place. They approached the cage, standing before it, thoughts running through their minds of what may or may not have occurred in there. Adam finally broke the silence. ‘Hmmm, a little bit on the sinister side, eh?’

Rosie really didn’t look impressed. ‘It’s gross! What sort of person would go in there?’

Adam rolled his eyes, deciding he better move on quickly. They moved on to get a closer look at the bed. There were people sat all around the edges, chatting and drinking. Rosie’s nose started to wrinkle as they got closer. Adam gave her a nudge. ‘Relax! I’m sure they wash the sheets!’ That at least got a laugh, which was something. It was strange to think that probably only last night, people would have been having sex on this very bed. Rosie though was looking disinterested and obviously trying to locate Annie.

Thankfully for Adam, Annie was wrapped around her DJ boyfriend in his booth. How to salvage the situation, that was the question. This was going badly, and given that he was staying over at Rosie’s place later that night, things had the potential to get very awkward. He noticed her glass was getting low, so he took the opening. ‘Come on, I’ll get another round in,’ he told her, and thankfully, she followed.

Walking away from the bar, Adam noticed another corridor and gravitated towards it, glancing over his shoulder to ensure Rosie was in tow. He smiled at her and shrugged. ‘Might as well check it out,’ he said, almost as a question and she returned his shrug with an indifferent one of her own.

He’d not gone more than five metres when he stopped, arriving at a window on his right hand side. Rosie appeared at his side as they peered in, seeing a room with a somewhat dishevelled looking bed. He edged a glance sideways at her, eyebrows raised, saying in a low voice ‘Well I certainly wasn’t expecting that.’ He felt a little abashed, and could feel the colour rising in his cheeks. Fortunately, Rosie appeared to be feeling the same, as she shifted nervously where she stood and let out a little cough.

‘I guess people stand here in the corridor and… you know… watch,’ he said, breaking the tense silence.

Rosie nodded ‘Yeah. That’s so weird.’

‘Yeah, but some people are into that sort of thing, clearly. Each to their own.’

There was another extended silence. She wasn’t moving on. Something about this room had piqued her interest. ‘Would you?’ she eventually ventured.

‘Would I what?’

‘Do this. Go in that room.’

He really didn’t know what to say. He always played things safe though, and he forced himself to err away from that approach, which came easier with a few drinks inside him, as he put on what he thought passed for a nonchalant shrug ‘Well, never say never, right?’

She burst out laughing ‘Oh come on! You wouldn’t do that, surely!?’

He thought it best to laugh along with her ‘Well I’m not saying I want to, but you never know.’ A long moment passed before he summoned the courage to ask ‘What about you?’

She considered for a long time, pursing her lips ‘I can’t say it’s something I’ve ever thought about,’ she answered diplomatically. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with her.

‘So think about it now.’

She blew out her cheeks ‘Well, a lot of it would depend on who I was with. It would have to be someone I trusted.’

Adam nodded. ‘Of course. So, assuming it was someone you trusted. What then?’

She hesitated, clearly not entirely comfortable, so he prompted her ‘Come on, we know each other pretty well, and we’re just talking. You can tell me.’

She looked at the floor, mumbling a little ‘Well, I can see the attraction, now that I think about it.’

Wow. He was rocked. Not only by her admission, but also by the way she was shuffling her feet. He’d never seen her like this. She was always so confident. He felt like he’d reached some inner sanctum here with her, where she was ready to open up to him. He felt like he was walking a knife edge, one wrong move and she would revert to type. He considered teasing her about it, but then decided against it. ‘So… you know you’d have people watching you, standing right where we are now.’

She nodded again, almost meekly. Adam idly wondered if she was getting turned on right on the spot. ‘So what do you find so alluring about it?’

Again, she hesitated, looking into the room, taking her time. ‘It’s just… different, you know? Sharing something so private. Almost performing to a crowd, everyone feeding off each other. Being at the centre of it all, the star of the show. And it’s naughty. Really naughty. Not something I could Bostancı Escort ever tell anyone about. Having a naughty secret. I like that.’

He watched her as she spoke, becoming slowly more confident, eventually turning to him as she said ‘I like that,’ a twinkle in her eyes. Oh she was turned on alright. He couldn’t falter now. ‘So, you’d do everything? Foreplay… everything?’

She took a sip of her drink, a little smile appearing on her face that she couldn’t prevent. ‘Sure, why not?’

He took a sip of his beer, meeting her eyes. ‘I never had you down as the kinky type.’

She laughed a little ‘Why not?’

He shrugged, frowning with a smile ‘Well, now that we’re having this discussion, it’s a bit of a bullshit answer, but… well, because you’re really hot, I guess.’

He got a look back from her that said ‘Yeah, I know’. That was more like the Rosie he knew. He was fearful that perhaps he’d handed her control of the conversation. Guys eating out of her palm, worshipping the ground she walked on. That was familiar territory for her. She was clearly into the conversation though, as she prompted him. ‘So because I’m hot, you think that I don’t have the capacity to have the same sorts of kinks or desires as other girls?’

Adam shifted a little. He was the uncomfortable one now. He felt he had dug himself into a bit of a hole, so after considering his answer, he replied ‘I know it’s a bit stupid of a stupid stereotype now that I think about it. I’m not complaining though! I love that you’re a bit kinky! ‘

She had the good grace to smirk, but was there a hint of disappointment there? Well, he was acting a bit like an obsessed fool. Maybe it was time to revert back to the original line of conversation. ‘What do you think of the idea of being in there with more than one guy?’

The smile returned and she glanced back into the room, perhaps visualising it. ‘Sounds like it could be a lot of fun.’

‘Have you ever done that before? You know, a threesome?’

She shook her head. ‘No. I guess I’ve never really done anything really kinky. It’s more, well… I like the idea of it. I’ve never had the confidence to really discuss it with anyone before. People might think I’m a bit weird.’

There was certainly a hint of a question at the end there as she turned to him. Adam smiled, trying to reassure her. He lowered his voice and looked earnestly into her eyes. ‘I don’t think you’re weird. I’m really enjoying this conversation.’

He nearly melted at the look she gave back to him. All the airs and graces had disappeared. It was sweetness personified with a little twist of naughtiness, as she said ‘Good, me too.’ He decided to up the stakes.

‘So, a threesome, and bear in mind you’re being watched. Would that be one in your mouth and one inside you? Or do you like the idea of DP?’

‘What’s DP?’

Adam smiled as he realised that there was still a little innocence and naivety about her. ‘It’s double penetration. One in each hole.’ He hesitated, and then added, looking right at her ‘One in your pussy, one in your ass.’

The corner of her mouth turned up ‘Oh, that. I reckon that would hurt quite a lot. If I was in that room, and turned on enough though, then yeah, I think I could be convinced to try it.’

Adam was glad of the darkness in the corridor, as he could feel himself stiffening in his jeans. The thought of his creature going will with two cock in her was almost too much for him to take. He was sure she was just as turned on as him as well, which was driving him mad on the inside. It was all he could do to keep calm. ‘You really like the idea of being in this room don’t you?’

She just looked right into his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded slowly. He had her. He actually had her. She was going to let him fuck her. No, he couldn’t think like that. He was going to fuck her. He reached out and took her hand in his, before he moved her right up to the viewing window and sidled in behind her. It was win or bust. He pressed his engorged crotch against her bum. To his immense relief, she wasn’t shy in responding as she gently backed against him. A quick glance to his right confirmed that they weren’t likely to be disturbed any time soon, so he leaned into her neck, and started to whisper. ‘Can you imagine it? The two of us in there? Completely naked? A dozen faces standing here and watching us both?’

His formula was a winning one he quickly realised as she ground her bum against him and a little whisper of ‘Oh God’ escaped her lips.

He moved his hands onto her hips. ‘Everyone would be able to see all of you as I spread your legs nice and wide.’

She giggled, and stood with her legs wider. ‘You could do all sorts with me in that position’.

The sweetest of butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach as he traced his left hand downwards, over her hip, down her thigh, before it reached the hem of her dress. He smiled to himself as he felt her start to tremble under his touch, as his hand traced its way up the inside of her silky thigh. He had to prevent himself from devouring her right here, as he maintained the tease with the lightest of touches on the crotch of her knickers. The heat coming off them was incredible! ‘I’d give your pussy a nice, long lick. I love eating pussy.’

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Chapter 1:

For the past couple of weeks I have attended a night class on sensual massage offered by through the parks and recreation district. The classes have focused on the environment, choosing the right oils and areas on the body that lead to the most pleasure. The next class will include hands on experience.

My name is Robert and I live in a small town on California’s central coast.

There are six people in the class; two of them are a couple, there are two other single people, Jane and myself. I met Jane at the last class, she is 37 years old and teachers third grade. Her best friend, also a teacher, challenged her to do something outside her comfort level. She enrolled in the class to prove to her friend that she could. I learned a little bit about Jane after last week’s session. We spent time getting to know one another over coffee.

Last week Jane asked if I would partner up with her when we do the hands-on practice. I immediately said yes. We agreed that next Thursday would be fun. Jane gave me a kiss on the cheek before we departed.

As I drove home, I could not get the thought of massaging Jane out of my mind. Even at home I continued to obsess over the thought, so I ended up watching massage videos on my laptop and masturbating.

This past week I occupied my time with running errands and spending time with a neighbour lady who is a dear friend and has become a sexual partner. However, now my thoughts are back to Jane and what will happen at the next session.

Thursday finally rolled around and I met Jane in class. We noticed several cushions and pillows spread out behind the desks, along with many electric candles on the floor.

Our instructor, Anna, began the session having us sit in the desks up front. We talked about several aspects of sensual massage. We discussed setting the mood with a warm environment, pillows and soft lighting. Anna spoke on the attention to our bodies including clean hands and trimmed fingernails. We then went into technique; she mentioned to always pour the oil into your palms, never directly on the body. She said to repeat most strokes at least three times, more if your partner moans with pleasure.

By this time my cock was starting to stir. I knew if this talk went on I would develop a raging hard-on thinking about Jane. Much to my discomfort, Anna continued. She talked about using long strokes along the legs and arms and alternating a firm touch with a soft stroke. Anna told us the easiest massage to master is compression where you place one hand on top of the other and make circular movements. It’s best used on the back of a knee or base of the spine.

I pictured myself massaging Jane’s spine and being so close to her firm ass. Would I be able to resist squeezing her buns during class? I didn’t think this class would cover full on sex.

Anna explained the body has natural handles and we should use them for the full benefit of our partner. The handles being wrists, ankles, shoulders and the lower back. Jane would momentarily glance my way to see how I was responding. I hoped she was not staring at my cock, at least not yet. She would notice a bulge developing.

Anna ended her talk by telling us to get some feedback as we went along, but don’t encourage conversation. And remember the masseuse does all the work, the partner does nothing but enjoy.

The six of us were then invited to the back of the room to practice what we discussed. Jane gave me a nervous smile as we stood up and walked to the back. I figured the couple would thoroughly enjoy the next part of class. I wondered how the two singles would respond; after all they were complete strangers. Jane and I had the benefit of getting to know one another last week; however we too were delving into the unknown.

Anna pointed to the rolling clothes rack with hangers and invited us to undress. She flipped a switch lighting all of the candles and dimming the overhead lights. She brought out a boom box and soft harmonic music began filling the room. She was setting the environment.

Anna spoke,”Let’s begin. Partner up and decide who will be the first masseuse and who will be the lucky recipient. I have bottles of oil for each of you. It has lemon essence mixed in that I hope you will find pleasing.”

Jane and I smiled as we watched each other undress. She unbuttoned her peach coloured blouse from the top to the bottom. I watched as she revealed a white lace bra with full cups that covered her breasts. It seemed to be a modest choice given the circumstance. Even so, her large tits filled it completely.

I removed my shirt and placed it on a hanger. The moment of truth had arrived as I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I was wearing full silk boxers that hid my male member. The nervousness of undressing in front of strangers calmed my cock and I was no longer sporting seven inch wood. Jane complemented my choice of boxers. I wish she hadn’t because I felt my cock stir again. I’m sure see noticed some movement down below.

She smiled Maltepe Escort as she unzipped her skirt and let it slither to the floor. She was wearing white boy shorts that were quite reserved. She walked over and whispered,” I didn’t think a thong would be very appropriate, I’ll save that for you.”

Jane and I focused on ourselves and were not looking at the others. Anna moved about the room helping get everyone situated. We decided Jane would be the lucky recipient of my massage expertise. We laid the towels we had brought from home on to the cushion. Jane got down on the cushion and lay on her stomach. I helped place pillows around her head and made sure she was comfortable. I placed a couple of pillows by her head and kneeled down on them. I had plenty of room to extend my hands from her head to her lower back. I asked Jane if she was ready and she nodded. I have been looking forward to this moment for weeks.

I began my moves with a light touch to Jane’s temples with my fingers moving in a circular direction. It’s intended to relax the rest of the body and prepare her for more forceful movements.

Just as Anna had directed, I poured some oil into my palms and rubbed them together before reaching out to Jane. I began with her shoulders rubbing my palms over and around her skin. She is so soft and warm. At first contact she flinched for just a second before relaxing and accepting my hands. I started out softly rubbing her shoulders and then began a more rigorous movement. I used my fingers to massage up her neck and back down again. I repeated my steps three or four times just as the handbook directed.

Jane was purring with my touch. I loaded my palms with oil and began massaging down her back with the compression method of placing one hand on the other and pressing down with a circular motion. I started using a bit of force until I heard an audible ‘oomph’ from Jane. I backed off the pressure and she started to purr again.

I so wanted to unsnap her brassiere and run my hands under her tits. I am curious as to what her nipples feel like. Are they small and pointy, or round like my thumb, or dainty little nubs? Perhaps I’ll find out in the future? Geez, I’ve got to stop thinking about her nipples, my cock is stirring again. I continued my rubbing below her bra strap to the small of Jane’s back and back up again. I stroked down and back up along her sides. She gave a little shiver and said it tickled. I continued a few more strokes with more pressure to avoid tickling her again.

Anna came by and suggested we move around to the lower body, as she wanted to be sure there was time for my massage as well. I rose up and moved around to get in between Jane’s legs. She spread her legs a bit so I could drop the pillow and kneel down. I gathered more oil into my palms and massaged her calfs, alternating between left and right. I moved up her legs to her thighs, rubbing and kneading her flesh. As my hands approached her upper thighs, close to her boy shorts, Jane spread her legs ever so slightly to allow my hands access to her inner thighs. My fingers were only centimeters away from the crease separating her thigh from her pussy. The thought made my cock twitch again.

I ran my hands back down the length of her lower extremities to her ankles and feet. I grabbed her foot and applied pressure to her arch and ball rubbing all around. I figured it might not be a smart move to suck on her toe with others around us, so I gently laid her leg down and asked her to turn over.

Jane twisted over and again spread her legs around me. I saw Jane’s contented smile. With some more oil in my hands I massaged her bony shins for just a moment before moving up to her thighs. My hands moved up and down her thighs pinching and kneading her taught muscles. I moved closer and closer to her boy shorts rubbing circles around her thighs. Jane spread her legs again. This time I moved my hands all the way up to her shorts. I could see where her puffy pussy lips formed a perfect camel toe in the white material. As I moved my hands up and around her inner thighs I let my pinkie finger graze her outer lips.

As my finger barely made contact with her pussy, I looked up to see what Jane’s reaction would be. She continued with her contented smile as if nothing had happened. I ran my finger over her outer labia a few more times before switching over to her other leg. I repeated my actions starting with her shin and moving up to her thigh and then to her inner thigh close to her shorts. After a few more circular motions on her inner thigh, my pinkie again grazed her puffy ridge of flesh. With the next few strokes of her inner thigh, I let my finger wander closer to the center of her camel toe, barely touching her satin briefs. I noticed a small wet spot begin to form in the middle of her boy shorts.

I was on the verge of pinching her pussy lips through the fabric when Anna announced it was time to switch roles and let the masseuse become the recipient of pleasure. I’m not sure if I would have actually made full contact İstanbul Escort with Jane’s cunt, but now it’s a moot point. I stood up and held out my hand to Jane to pull her up from the cushion and pillows.

Before I lay down, she whispered in my ear,”I will have to change my shorts when I get home. You know, two can play at this game?”

I quickly lay down on my stomach and got ready for Jane’s hands to begin their exploration. I was happy to be on my stomach because my cock stiffened when I was touching her shorts. Jane proceeded to mimic my technique. She began by rubbing my temples with her fingers. Jane then got the oil in her palms and began a vigorous massage of my shoulders, spine and sides. She plied circular a circular rub all the way down my back and up again. She moved her hands back down and came close to the top of my boxers. Her next pass down to the small of my back lingered and then she moved a finger lower sliding it down my ass crack. That move got my attention.

Jane moved her hands back up my sides using her fingernails to stimulate my skin. All of a sudden she is not playing fair. She got up from the floor and moved around to my legs.

“Alright buster, spread em,”Jane barked as she used her foot to coax my legs apart. I spread my legs and Jane knelt down between them. She grabbed my foot and proceeded to twist and turn my ankle while rubbing the arch. She ran her hands up and down my calf using a lot of pressure. As she moved higher along my thigh, her touch softened. Jane reached for more oil and ran her hands around and around my thighs.

Jane moved back and forth between my left and right thigh. Each time she changed from one thigh to the other, she moved her hands further up closer to my balls. She was definitely getting back at me. My cock was getting harder the more she stroked.

Jane abruptly removed her hands from my thighs. She said,”Turn over now, please.”

At first I was reluctant to turn over since my cock was near fully erect. Jane repeated her instruction and I had to comply. Thankfully, the lights were dim and I don’t think anyone noticed my predicament. As soon as I turned over, Jane was back kneeling between my legs. She drew some more oil into her palms and went directly to my thighs bypassing my shins. Even in the dim light, I’m sure Jane could see that my shorts were tenting.

Jane worked her magic fingers up and around my thighs. She was looking directly into my eyes while her hands moved up to my groin. She looked around the room to make sure no one was looking before moving one hand up and under my boxers. Her hand found my balls and rubbed them around for a few moments before moving her hand back down my thigh.

My cock was extremely hard and tenting my boxers. Jane stared at the outline of my seven inch shaft as she continued to massage my thighs. I felt Jane’s hand move up my inner thigh again when Anna announced that our class was ending. Jane’s hand slithered back down my leg.

Anna announced,”Tonight has been a success; I watched all of you using proper technique. We’ll have one more session next week and then all of you will receive certification. I’ll leave the lights low while you all get dressed. Thank you all for attending tonight.”

I let Jane get up first. She grabbed her skirt and stepped into it before putting on her blouse. Once she was dressed, my cock was deflated enough for me to get up and get dressed.

Jane asked,”Did you enjoy your massage? I hope my technique was OK?”

“It was very stimulating, thank you.”

I grabbed our towels and Jane grabbed my hand as we said goodbye to Anna. We walked out to the parking lot when Jane asked if I would like to go home with her. She was hungry and would fix us some snacks. She lives just a few blocks away and gave me directions. I followed her in my car just the same. We arrived in just a few minutes.

Chapter 2:

Jane owns a lovely craftsman bungalow on the edge of downtown. A half dozen stone steps lead up to the spacious front porch. Jane opened the front door and led us to the kitchen in the back. She told me the kitchen was recently renovated with new appliances and granite countertops. We made some sandwiches and talked about the evening. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and hinted that we would like the evening to last. Jane poured a couple of glasses of Cabernet Blanc and led me on a tour of her home.

She grabbed my hand saying,”Come, let me show you the house. It was built in 1910 and is just perfect for me.”

We walked to where the front door opens right into the living room. A large stone fireplace along the back wall dominates the room. A dining nook is off the main room to the left. From the dining area an archway opens to the kitchen. The hallway on the right leads back to two bedrooms and the bathroom. Jane mentioned the bathroom was also renovated. It was completely gutted and a sunken tub and shower with two shower heads were installed.

Jane held my hand as we made our way down the hall to the bedrooms in the back. Anadolu Yakası Escort She showed me her bedroom with her four poster king size bed that sits right in the middle of the room. Next to her bedroom is the smaller guest room. As we entered the guest room, she hollered,”Surprise!”

A potable massage table sat in the center of the room. Two beautiful oak cabinets were along one wall. Trac lighting on the ceiling was directed to the middle of the table.

Jane adjusted the light and said,”I bought this massage table over the weekend when Gail and I were out shopping. And look, the lighting is adjustable so I can enhance the mood.”

“Wow Jane, you are serious about this massage thing.”

Jane responded,”I am. The class has given me ideas about providing massage therapy on the side. Teaching third grade all day long takes a lot out of you and I’ve found giving massages relaxes my brain. I won’t do it every night, but maybe once a week or on the weekend would be fun. And in the summer when I have three months off, I’ll be able to schedule a lot of appointments.”

I must say Jane has thought this through a whole lot more than I have. She’s already thinking of a small side venture to supplement her teaching wages.

Jane looked me in the eye,”I want to continue what we started this evening in class. I’m taking tomorrow off and I’ve already arranged for a sub. What do you say?”

There’s no way for me to turn down this request. I accepted immediately.

I responded,”Of course I’ll stay. Does this mean we’ll christen the table tonight?

Jane gave me a sheepish smile,”Well, actually Gail and I did that over the weekend. You remember I said we were going to have a girl’s weekend. I hope that doesn’t frighten you away?”

“No, but I may be asking for details later.”

Jane suggested that we get started right away. She stood in front of me and unbuckled my belt while I pulled my shirt over my head. She unzipped my jeans and slid them down over my hips.

She said,”I really do love your satin boxers. They were a good choice for tonight’s class.”

Jane opened one of the drawers of the cabinet and pulled out several towels, massage oil and candles. She placed a large towel of the table and told me to sit. I watched her arrange and light several candles. Jane dimmed the trac lights. She stepped over to the massage table and pressed her lips to mine.

She broke our kiss and said,”I’ve been looking forward to this since I first saw you. I hope you are ready to enjoy?”

She came close for another kiss and reached for my boxers to slide them off. By this time my erection had returned and was pushing on the fabric. When Jane pulled my boxers down my hips, a seven inch dagger snapped to attention. My shaft slapped against my belly and stood proud at a ninety degree angle. Jane reached for me and held my cock for a moment.

I pushed her hand away and cleared my throat,”Ahem, I believe you are forgetting something?”

She game me a questionable look,”What?”

I stated,”I require my masseuse to be nude.”

“Are you serious?”

I said,”If I’m naked, you’re naked.”

She unbuttoned her peach blouse revealing her white lace brassier just like earlier. She unzipped her skirt and placed her clothes on top of the cabinet.

She gave me a stern look,”OK, satisfied?”

I shook my head,”Oh no, no, no. Lose the bra and panties.”

Jane hesitated for a moment before reaching back and unclasping her bra. She stared into my eyes as her bra slid off her shoulders and down her arms. She flung it on top of her other clothes as I gazed upon her naked tits for the very first time.

“Oh my!” was all I could muster. Jane is a goddess. Jane has beautiful tear drop breasts which are very large and firm. Her rose colored areole caps her boobs with nipples that point straight ahead. Her nipples are the size of a green grape and, I bet, just as sweet.

She bent down and lowered her boy shorts to the ground. Jane stepped out of them and placed them on the cabinet as well. She stood up and came over to me; I placed my hands on her hips and drew her in for another kiss. Our lips lingered and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. We pressed our lips tight together for a deep soulful kiss.

She broke our away from our kiss and told me to lie down. My cock was begging for her attention. She grabbed my shaft and studied it.

“So, this is for me, very nice. I love that you shave. I can’t wait to feel you inside, but first we must practice our massage.”

Jane grabbed a small towel and covered my cock. She said,”I don’t want to be distracted from my task. And I know I would be distracted.”

I flexed my cock a few times making the small towel move around. She grabbed my cock through the towel and warned me, “Knock it off.”

She moved to the head of the table. Jane took the bottle of oil and poured some into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and then placed them on my chest. She rubbed circles around my chest and up to my shoulders. With her hands moving around and around, I was mesmerized by the sway of her tits. They were so close. I wanted to reach back and grab them as Jane bent over me. Her nipples were hard and inviting. They poked out three-fourths of an inch. I reached back to hold her left tit, but Jane swatted my hand away.

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After the best sex I had ever had, I walked home in a daze. We actually had mind blowing sex another 4 times before I left. As I got home I had a shower and decided to have an early night. As I lay in bed I reached over towards the bedside table to turn the lamp off when I saw Emma’s picture smiling at me. I felt a sudden wave of intense guilt wash over me which brought a tear to my eye.

I then wiped my eye, laughed and went to sleep.

Weird? Strange?

Before I continue, let me get something straight about me cheating on Emma. We are both 22 and been together for 4 years. We do love each other very much but I would like you to know something of our past before you judge me.

When we first got together at the tender age of 18, and the first year certainly had its ups and downs, one reason to do with Emma’s friend Carrie who you’ll hear about later. Emma cheated (snogging only) on me in that first year which upset me, but then again I had snogged 2 girls (one an ex!) as well.

I lost my virginity to Emma after 5 months into our relationship, and after that we were fucking almost every day. Things went smoothly, until 3 years in.

We live on quite a long road, probably about 200 houses. We live with Emma’s mother who as a matter of fact is a business woman and is away for months at a time. She has always seen us as responsible and are therefore trusted with the house. It is only the three of us.

Anyway, 3 years in and one night we both decided to go out one Saturday night separately with our respective friends. I told her not to wait up as I’d probably be very late. I got home around 11pm however due to my friends getting so drunk I had to take them home for their own good, I wasn’t too bothered about not being drunk. Emma wasn’t in and her mum was away in America. I went upstairs into our bedroom and leaned out of the window to look out at the street and the tranquillity of how quiet it was as Kartal Escort the kids were in bed by now.

As I looked out I could hear a pair of footsteps walking down the road. It sounded like boots as that was what Emma was wearing. I leaned out further and could see it was Emma on the other side of the road and still about 10 houses away. She was wearing knee high boots, a short skirt and short blouse that showed her impressive cleavage.

Now in one of those houses she was to eventually pass lived a fat man. He would usually walk around his living room late at night completely naked and with the curtains wide open so all could see. Not such a pleasant sight as he was very hairy, had a very large stomach and was ugly.

I looked towards his house and I could see that he had some of his lamps on but I couldn’t see him. I think Emma had a feeling that he might be walking around naked as she kept looking apprehensively towards his house. I looked back to the house and sure enough he was there, but looking straight at Emma and it looked as though he was playing with himself.

“Dirty bastard”, I thought. Emma had the same thought I believe as she stopped and looked jaw dropped at him. With that she turned and proceeded to walk to his house. I thought she was going to have a right go at him, so I flung down the stairs and out the front door and jogged towards the house.

I saw Emma march straight up and knock on the door. The fat bloke opened the door still naked and to my complete amazement she walked straight into his house. I stopped and thought to myself what the fuck.

I wanted to see so I crept into his garden and crawled to his window and peeked over the window sill straight into the front room. He had 2 lamps on and a couch facing towards the window where I was and another couch sideways so his 2 couches looked like a corner sofa.

Emma walked straight into the front room Pendik Escort followed by the fat man. I looked down and saw that he was playing with a very large cock. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was huge, it had to of been about 12 inches long and thick with it! If I had a dick that big I’d probably walk around naked too it was that impressive.

I looked towards Emma who was saying something but I couldn’t hear, the fat bloke was just nodding and smiling. With that Emma started to unbutton her blouse. A million thoughts rushed through my mind, I didn’t know what to do. My legs wouldn’t move. I just knelt there glued to the window.

When unbuttoned, Emma took of her blouse and she was wearing her black push up bra that made her tits look big and perky. She reached under her skirt and pulled her thong down, over her knees then her sexy black boots and stepped out of them. She picked them up and threw them at him. He caught them and pushed them under his nose and took a good long whiff.

Emma turned around and knelt onto the couch and leaned forward in the doggy position. She pushed out her ass and I could just see her ass peeking out from under her skirt. The fat man walked over to her and placed his hand on her thigh. He slowly moved his hand up and started to rub her ass. He pushed her skirt just over her big ass and gave it a playful slap, Emma wiggled her bum in response.

I felt myself getting mad but also incredibly horny and my cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans.

He started to wank his cock a little and then aimed it for her pussy. He pushed forward and pushed his mammoth cock into her cunt. I was looking in sideways so I could see everything. Emma’s face whipped round with a look of pain as she appeared to be struggling with this 12 incher.

Bit by bit he pushed in and I could read Emma’s lips saying;

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

He soon had half his length Göztepe Escort buried in her cunt, when he slowly pulled back and then thrust back in again. Emma screamed and even I heard it but she didn’t appear to stop him. He was now starting to pound in and out of my girlfriends’ cunt, my cunt. I was overcome with pleasure seeing a big cock ravage my girlfriend.

As it wore on, it looked as though Emma was really enjoying it as he gave her a hard fucking. Her tits were swinging all over the place they had come flying out of her bra. It was a sight seeing his fat, hairy belly slap against her nice round ass as he pounded her.

He was really buried in her now, his entire 12 inches slid easily in and out of her as he slapped her ass too. She was really enjoying it by the look on her face and she was moaning so loud I could hear it as plain as day.

After a good 15 minutes of fucking my girlfriend, he pulled out and sat on the sofa. Emma looked as though she had had several orgasms as she was a bit weak legged.

She turned towards him and straddled him. She eased herself down on his massive member and I watched aghast as the whole 12 inches disappeared into what I can only imagine was one soaking wet cunt.

She rode him for another 15 minutes and she came again and again. Every time she came she flung her head back and ground down hard on his awesome cock. I was so overcome I had had 3 wanks already and was on my fourth.

With that she jumped off and he reached for her thong and unleashed his load into it, she stood there smiling. He handed it back to her and it was literally covered in cum. She stepped into them and pulled them up with a huge grin on her face. She started to push her boobs in and reached for her blouse. I decided I’d better leg it so I darted home.

2 minutes later she walked in.

“Oh hey baby, you’re early, I’ve had such a boring night. You?”

What could I say? “yeah it looked boring riding that fat blokes’ huge prick” was a thought that came to mind.

So I just went along with it. I thought I’ve got dirt on you now, so if I ever cheated, I’d have good cause to.

Am I such a bad guy now?

Look out for chapter 4

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The text from Mr Smith read “Meet me at 6 in the bar of the hotel opposite our offices. I’d like to discuss the results of the interview.”

Did that mean he was offering her the job? Surely the formal job offer would be in his office? She and two others had been interviewed for the job as Mr Smith’s PA. One if them wasn’t a strong candidate but the other, an ambitious young guy, was quite a threat. She had to play it cool. Not turn up gasping and breathless. If the job was hers then it was already decided and she couldn’t do much about it. Better just to enjoy a drink and chat with an attractive man.

He was already there when she arrived. He stood to greet her, and offered the seat opposite.

“Drink? I’m buying. I’m having a cold beer, in case you’re wondering.”

“G the way the veins stood out. His balls looked really full, too.

“Mr Smith, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.

“Thank you, Miss Jones. I’m glad you like it. Miss Jones, it’s no longer about IF you get the job. Now it’s about what your salary is to be. I want you to give me the best cock sucking you’ve ever given. How good it is will determine your pay. As a bit of advice, the longer you can make it last the better, but I must warn you I am very turned on so take care.”

This was her chance. A delicious, mouthwatering cock in front of her very eyes. She would have sucked it very, very willingly even if they’d just met in the bar, bit here she was getting the chance to determine her pay. She held the shaft in her fingers. It was warm and hard and the veins stood out. She eased back the foreskin to reveal a lovely red head, firm and tasty-looking. He was a nice size – big enough to fill her up, but not too big for her mouth or so big he would stretch her too much.

She licked the tip and licked again, then licked round the other side using the underside of her tongue across the little string. He was obviously enjoying it already, but she was really enjoying it too and in no rush. She swirled her tongue slowly round and round the tip until it glistened with her saliva. She rubbed both sides of the head using her thumb and forefinger.

“Mr Smith, you have a lovely cock. Shall I suck it for you now?”

He just nodded, not trusting himself to speak coherently.

She dipped her head again and took his tip in her mouth. She very slowly slid her lips up and down the tip, but no further. As her saliva built up and trickled down the shaft she was able to slide her hand up and down slowly too at the same sort of speed and her other hand she used on his balls. Ah, his balls! How nice it was to squeeze them gently, to stroke them, tug at them one at a time, to juggle them in her hand like loose change in a pocket.

She continued to suck him slowly, still just the tip, not increasing her speed for fear of making him come too soon.

It was heavenly for her as it had been so long since she had been it such a delightful position. A lovely cock to suck, no hurry, just pleasure for them both. She had been on her knees for a little while now. Maybe they could make use of the bed?

“Mr Smith, why don’t you lie down?”

He did so, slipping a pillow under his head for comfort. She slipped out of her business skirt, and was now down to just her hold ups, red silk panties and heels.

She moved in beside him on the bed. She was going to enjoy the next part too but she had to be careful, as he seemed very close.

she leant across him, facing his toes and once more gave all her attention to his lovely cock.

She took him back into her mouth and slowly took in as much as she could. she could feel his cock touching the back of her throat and she slowly slid her lips back up again. Göztepe Escort slowly she descended once more and back up. Without increasing the pace at all she treated him to a long long sequence of gentle sucks. He was enjoying it so much and doing his best to hold back but it wasn’t easy.

His hand started stroking her leg while she sucked. first her calves then thighs. He stroked and massaged her buttocks through her panties. His slow build was really getting her aroused and wet again. he moved his hand languidly round to the front and rubbed her panties gently against her. As he pressed a little lower and harder her panties became wet with her juices. It got even better when he slipped his hand into her panties and nudged against her clit.

“Stand up on the bed, Miss Jones. Drop your panties; that’s good. You have a very attractive pussy Miss Jones, absolutely delightful! Now lie back down next to me and finish me off.”

She was very happy to obey and she lay down on her side, facing his toes. This time she was going to to suck him hard; no gentle stuff any more. She took him greedily back into her mouth and without sliding her lips up and down at all sucked his cock hard. then slowly at first she started to suck him off, like a steam train getting up speed. The first stroke slow and measured, the next one a little less slow and then a little faster.

She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth. It was warm, hard too, but not hard like wood or metal, more a squishy, squidgy firmness that she just loved.

Meanwhile, his hand had meandered back up her thigh, between her legs, and was exactly where she wanted it to be. Was he a guy who liked the taste of pussy? Oh God please, she thought. I like his fingers there but a tongue would be just perfect. He had complimented her on her pretty pussy so she hoped so. Still, he was in charge so she would just have to take whatever she got, but for now it was pretty good! First he let his finger drift up and down her pussy lips, touching her clit for just a moment and then moving back down. She wanted so much to be penetrated by him, for him to slip a finger or two into her wet pussy. Oh please! Finger fuck me, she pleaded inwardly. If he read her mind then he was teasing her. He pressed harder with his fingers and worked his way between her pussy lips to touch her where she was most sensitive. Her pinkness and her clit were crying out for attention, for more pressure. She decided the only way to get it was to move things along. She was finding it so difficult to keep her lips closed round his cock when all she wanted to do was to moan with pleasure and writhe around. was this a subtle part of the job interview to see if she could multitask? She concentrated once more on his delicious cock. She was going to keep him in her mouth until he orgasmed, not matter how difficult. She sucked him with renewed vigour. She used her hand to pump his cock in the opposite direction to her mouth. It was a battle of wills. Who could give the other so much pleasure that they couldn’t concentrate on what they were doing? She was going to win this one. she stepped up the pace even more, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. His hand fell back from her pussy and his moans increased. A few more sucks and he was there, spurting his salty white come into her mouth, the second and third splashing the roof of her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but it was just too much and a little bit dribbled down her chin. she pushed it back into her mouth and sucked him clean.

“Miss Jones, you were magnificent! Now just give me a moment to recover, and it’ll be your turn to receive. Miss Jones, I enjoy eating pussy very much. I’m going to İstanbul Escort eat you out until I’m fully satisfied. You may well be satisfied before me, but if you want the job then you’ll just have to take plenty of tongue. Of course if you want me to stop there is a way…”

“Yes, Mr Smith?” she interrupted, eagerly.

“Maybe I’ll tell you later”, he smiled. “Make yourself comfortable and spread your legs wide.”

She put a pillow under her head and another under her buttocks to really open herself out. She needed his tongue on her pussy so badly. She couldn’t remember when she’d last had a damn good licking. A few one night stands, yes, but no one who had really brought her off.

He knelt on the floor beside the bed and rested his arms on her thighs. The tip of his tongue just touched her pussy lips, just brushed them and went away. Then came back for a longer exploration. Only his tongue touched her pussy, nothing else. She wanted him to get on with it and make her come bit at the same time she didn’t. He was going to pleasure her slowly whatever she did.

After a while the single licks became continuous contact, his tongue meandering up and down her pussy lips apparently at random. It was lovely! She closed her eyes, put her arms above her head and smiled contentedly. Her dreams answered, lying back whilst Mr Smith licked her pussy.

He took his hands off her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her lips. He gently rubbed each of her labia between his thumb and first finger, squeezing her a little but not too hard. It was very nice but nothing compared to the pleasure he gave her when he used his mouth instead. That truly was exquisite! He held her pussy lip between his teeth and brushed his tongue along the edge, flicking his tongue from side to side. He switched over and gave the other lip the same delightful treatment. She couldn’t stop herself from moving her hands back – one to run her fingers through his thick dark hair and the other strayed unconsciously to her nipple which she rubbed and squeezed without even realising.

“Oh Mr Smith, that’s amazing! Oh please don’t be offended if I use rude language will you? You won’t sack me if I swear?”

He paused from eating her pussy.

“Quite the contrary, Miss Jones, I will sack you if you don’t swear. Please use the filthiest, most disgusting language you know, I insist.”

Thank God for that, she thought, I don’t think I could stop myself!

“Oh fuck that’s good, I love having your fucking tongue on my pussy, oh for fuck’s sake please don’t stop, you’re going to make me come!”

He loved hearing her talk dirty while he ate her out. If she was close to coming already, then they were both in for a good time. He’d barely started on her. He spread her pussy lips wide apart and exposed her lovely, enticing, pink pussy flesh in between. Now instead of exploring with the tip of his tongue, he used broad firm strokes to paint her pussy with saliva. He moved slowly up, carefully stopping just short of her clit, and using the underside of his tongue to lick her on the way down. One time he stayed down and began to explore the mouth of her vagina with his tongue. Stiffening it he pushed a little way in, and then further. He could not be more engaged with her pussy now. Whilst he tongue-fucked her, his nose rubbed her clit and his lips were in full contact with her pussy all the way round. He sucked and kissed at her as best he could.

It was really having an effect now; she was starting to writhe around and was really losing control as her orgasm approached. She kept saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” over and over. Both her hands were on her nipples now, tweaking them.

“Don’t Anadolu Yakası Escort stop, please don’t stop. oh fuck, yes, just please keep going. Oh, Mr Smith, you’re going to make me come, yes, please just tongue fuck me, don’t stop oh yes, oh yes, oh god that’s it, yes! There, fuck, yes, oh, fuck, yes! ooh, yes, mmmmmmm.”

He allowed himself to relax and pull back from her pussy. After a little while she was able to speak again.

“Mf Smith, that was amazing, thank you so much!”

“Miss Jones, it was truly my pleasure.”

“Mr Smith, since it’s okay to talk dirty, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Umm, I really want your cock inside me now. I’m really wet and I need a good hard fucking.”

“Miss Jones, that’s a very reasonable request, and may I say very well put. However you may have forgotten what I said earlier.”

She gulped. What was it? Oh yes. he was going to lick her as much as he wanted, and stop when he had had enough. She gulped again. She really needed a hard cock and an even harder fucking. She wasn’t sure she could take any more tongue. It was just too good. Was it possible to pass out from having too much pleasure? From too many orgasms? What a thought.

“Miss Jones, much as the idea of fucking your brains out does have a considerable attraction, I’m afraid I haven’t finished eating your pussy. Please prepare to receive my tongue for a little longer. Miss Jones, this isn’t going to hurt – quite the opposite – but after a while you’re going to be begging me to stop. I may stop then but you’ll have to ask me in exactly the right way.”

What did he mean, she wondered. She loved his tongue and couldn’t imagine ever wanting him to stop so that made it doubly puzzling.

Mr Smith settled down to eating pussy. He was hungry for her pussy; he wanted to eat her pussy and he was going to feast until he had had enough.

He spread her lips nice and wide again and pushed his tongue in between. First just rubbing against her pussy but then the motion of his tongue became more regular as he licked her up and down. There wasn’t much variety to it, he just licked her. Steady constant pussy licking. It was really getting her wet. Miss Jones felt so pleasured and sexed up. The constant contact with her pussy was already building her up to an orgasm. He didn’t vary it too much, and just carried on licking her but it was enough to move her inexorably closer. She started to moan more loudly, cry out with pleasure. She thrashed around, her head rolling from side to side.

He didn’t let up; if anything he pressed harder with his tongue and finally he made her come for the second time.

“Oh, oh, oooooh” she cried. “I’m coming, yes, don’t stop, yes.”

She relaxed back, expecting him to stop, but he didn’t.

He went straight back to licking her with even greater intensity than before, not giving her a chance to recover from her first orgasm but wanting her to come again.

Now he played his trump card. He’d already made her come without even touching her clit but that was his focus, that little protrusion of her skin was just in the right place for him to nibble and suck on. It was exquisite for her – she had hardly dipped in the intensity of her feelings but this clit sucking was something else. She adored it and never wanted it to be over. Was she going to come again? Yes, yes yes!!! Oh God, she had reached such a plateau of pleasure that she was never going to come down from it. This wasn’t as powerful as the first two orgasms but it was still pretty good. She was so wet now! The juices must be pouring out of her pussy. Mmm, juiciness! What that pussy needed was something hard and stiff inside. Something to just slide in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Surely he wanted to fuck her by now? What sort of a man was he? He must be stiff enough, but it dawned on her what he meant by wanting him to stop. She was loving it but she needed his cock now even more than his tongue.

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(This series is only loosely based on facts surrounding the Gettysburg campaign of 1863. None of the major characters are intended to represent any real persons. Units, corps, and other battle-related facts are not meant to exactly mirror the actions of either army at Gettysburg.)

June 30, 1863

Cashtown, PA

Jack Campbell was on the march again. The 102nd Virginia infantry awoke to orders to march east from Chambersburg to a place called Cashtown in southern Pennsylvania. By all indications, the day promised to be warmer than the previous few and none of the men welcomed it. Luckily, trees were plentiful and water was abundant in a multitude of small streams.

Jack and two of his mates had been lauded the day before for their successful foray into the countryside where they ‘purchased’ ham, bacon, and many sacks of supplies from a local farm.

Only the three men themselves knew what they had really taken from the owner, Elizabeth Wade. Twenty five year old Jack still had her face and body on his mind as they approached Cashtown. Young private Wilson had trouble thinking of anything except his time in Elizabeth’s tub. Sam Fisher, the oldest of the three, couldn’t erase the memory of the sight of her bare ass.

But they had moved on nearly fifteen miles when a large, two story inn appeared ahead on the left side of the road. The 102nd was ordered to camp in the fields west of the inn. The men gladly threw off their gear and claimed spots.

Soon, loud cheers rang out and the stately form of General Lee on top of his grey horse Traveler drifted past, toward the inn. There was nothing more comforting to the men than knowing that ‘ol’ Bobby Lee’ would never lead them into danger they couldn’t get out of through hard fighting.

Jack hadn’t been in a fight for over a month and that was fine with him. All he wanted was to return to his home in southern Virginia and to his wife Jennie. He had thought of her, too, after his encounter with Elizabeth in the cellar of her farmhouse. But he attributed their sex to nervous energy built up over the long march north, and Elizabeth’s uncanny resemblance to Jennie. Still, he felt a strange combination of guilt and attraction to Elizabeth.

Fortunately, he would never see her again and his one indiscretion would be forgotten amid the horrors of war.

It was mid-afternoon by the time the camps were set up. Jack had put his rolled up knapsack on the ground and his head had barely hit it when Sam Fisher kicked him in the boot.

Jack opened his eyes and saw Sam holding the reins to a very large, healthy horse, a rarity in the Confederate army. Obviously, it had been borrowed on the way north.

“Get up Campbell. Direct orders down from Lee. Somebody’s to ride back and take this message to General Longstreet. All the other messengers are out on the road.”

Sam held up the folded paper.

“I told the corporal you were the best man. Longstreet’s just outside Chambersburg, on this same road. Go find him.”

Yesterday, Jack was happy for the opportunity to get away from camp. Today was different. He was beat from marching and he was hot. But at least he wouldn’t have to walk. The horse looked decent and the air might feel good.

He got up, took the reins and the message, and disappeared in a gallop. Jack thought of little besides his mission during the hour it took to get to General Longstreet just east of Chambersburg. There were no Union troops in the area and the local citizens were non-threatening, so his task was fairly easy.

Once completed, and after filling his canteen, Jack turned the horse in the direction of Cashtown. He travelled less than half a mile when he passed the road he and Wilson and Sam had taken the day before; the road that led to Elizabeth Wade’s farm. Jack pulled up on the reins and brought his horse to a stop. He looked in the direction of her farm, hesitated briefly, and then turned the horse that way with a kick of his boot and an audible urging for speed.

Horse and rider quickly crested a hill that overlooked the house, barn, and outbuildings that he recognized from the day before. A moment later he was guiding the mount around to the back of the house. Jack tied the horse to a tree and jumped up on to the back porch.

He knocked on the unsteady door.

“Who is it?” the familiar female voice called out.

“A visitor, ma’am,” Jack replied.

He saw the curtain on the back window flutter, and then the door opened a crack. He thought he heard her gasp faintly.

“I have nothing more to give you. You must know that.”

“I do, ma’am. I’m not after anything today. May I talk to you?” Jack said.

“Talk? About what?” she asked, allowing her full face to be seen behind the door.

“About yesterday.”

She looked bewildered. “That was yesterday. It’s done, unless you are returning my flour.”

Jack grinned. “I can’t do that, ma’am. But I can apologize for what the others did to you. It was…”

“And what you did does not deserve an Anadolu Yakası Escort apology?”

In her irritation, Elizabeth had opened the door enough for Jack to see that she wore a robe instead of a dress; unusual, he thought, for this time of day.

“If you’ll let me in, ma’am, I’ll explain.”

The door opened another inch or two. “Or will you once again take advantage of me and go back to laugh about it?”

“Please,” Jack begged.

It hit the right chord, and Elizabeth allowed the dusty soldier to enter her kitchen.

She walked over to the table and sat in a chair, leaving another for Jack. His eyes never left her even as he sat. The beauty he saw in the thirty year old woman the day before seemed heightened today by her damp hair and fresh face.

“I bathed today. Alone. In the same tub your…,” she began with obvious anger in her voice.

“I’m sorry. I do not know your name,” Jack said calmly.

The statement so shocked Elizabeth that she never finished her sentence. She said simply, ” Elizabeth.”

“I’m Jack. Jack Campbell. Elizabeth, what those men did to you yesterday was wrong,” he said. “You have every right to be mad.”

“Those men? And what you did was NOT wrong?”

Jack paused, watching Elizabeth clutch at the front of her robe as she leaned forward to make her point. Then he said, “I believed I sensed some, um, well, some…willingness.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Willingness to be taken by a stranger—a rebel stranger, at that—against the wall of my cellar?”

Jack had not wanted to say it, but he felt the situation called for it. “Did I not hear you cry out with satisfaction, maybe more than once?”

Her face blushed and she tried to pass it off as resentment. “Satisfaction is hardly the word for it.”

“Then I believe the word is orgasm.”

There was a towel by Elizabeth’s hand and she promptly threw it at him, which Jack barely blocked with one arm. He laughed.

“Why are you here, Jack?” she asked. “To insult me some more?”

His expression quickly turned serious. “To reassure you, Elizabeth. We are not the awful men you have doubtless heard about. At least, I am not. We want to be here less than you want us. You told me your husband was in Virginia. So is my wife, Elizabeth. That’s where I want to be. But when I looked into your eyes yesterday, I saw her. And I saw her fear and loneliness. I saw her need…for me.”

Elizabeth, already shaken by the man’s return, was on the verge of tears.

Jack said, “You won’t admit it, but it wasn’t my eyes you were looking into yesterday, was it?”

She lowered her head into her hands on the top of the table and sobbed uncontrollably. Jack pushed the towel toward her and she used it. After a moment, he rose from his chair and walked over to her. Jack put his hand on her back.

Elizabeth nearly jumped from her chair and threw herself at him. He instinctively wrapped her in his arms and she did the same.

“Oh, Jack. Jack,” she wailed. “I want him back.”

He ran his hand across her hair. “He’ll be back, Elizabeth. This has to end soon. The next major battle will finish it. I’m convinced of that.”

“Do you really believe that?” she sobbed, her face still buried in his chest.

“Yes, I do, Elizabeth.”

It took many seconds for her to gain some control of her breathing again. Still, she didn’t loosen her grip on him until she looked up. The day before, he had kissed her first. Today, she instigated the meeting of their lips. If it had been tentative last time, this embrace turned passionate very quickly.

Elizabeth’s hands reached up to Jack’s head, and he stroked her back through the soft robe. The kiss lingered considerably longer than Jack imagined it would.

Then Elizabeth said, “Why? Oh God, why?”

“Why what, Elizabeth?”

“Why did God send you here.”

Jack clung to her lovingly. He didn’t have an answer and felt powerless because of it.

“I can’t answer that, Elizabeth.”

“It’s OK, Jack. Only He knows,” she said, once again looking up into his chiseled face and dark eyes.

“Would He approve?” Jack asked, wiping tears from her cheeks.

She shrugged. “You stole my flour and sugar. He wouldn’t approve of that.”

“And I took you.”

She shook her head. “I let you borrow me.”

Jack put a hand on the opening to her robe, pulling it back just a bit. Her skin was even smoother and brighter than he remembered. Perhaps it was the bath. Perhaps it was the afternoon light. He looked for more and she let him.

Elizabeth put a hand in his crotch and barely made contact with his cock. It wasn’t hard, like yesterday. She rubbed a little firmer and finally felt the reaction she expected.

Jack had one side of the robe open far enough to see the top of one breast. He leaned down and kissed her soft skin.

Elizabeth clutched at him and stroked him harder. Her body began to prepare for what she knew would happen; what she wanted to happen.

She didn’t wait for Bostancı Escort Jack this time. She leaned back on the table, sat on the edge, and then descended onto the hard, flat surface. Once she was laying down, she untied the robe and drew it open. She watched Jack’s eyes scan the entire length of her naked body.

Then he started to open his pants. Very quickly, he had them on the floor with his semi-erect cock pointing at Elizabeth. He moved towards her and ran his hands over her breasts. Elizabeth found his shaft and stroked it rapidly, bringing him to a full erection in seconds.

“Go slower, Jack,” she said softly. “Not like yesterday.”

He nodded, bending down to lick her breast and suck on the nipple. She held his head in place, forcing it down until he lightly bit her and caused her to moan with joy. She felt his cock against her thigh, stiff and warm. Her pussy was more than ready for him, but Jack was intent on fulfilling her wish.

He moved up and kissed her long and hard. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around him in a prelude to sex, her hands roaming his body in anticipation. Jack put a hand between her legs and instantly felt the moisture collected there. He spread it over her clit and Elizabeth gasped louder. He insert a finger inside the warm hole and she lifted her ass off the table to meet his gentle thrusts.

“Oh, Jack. Now,” she urged.

“What happened to slower?” he said with a grin.

“Next time.”

Jack put his cock at the entrance to her hole and nearly didn’t have to move. Elizabeth slid down to him at the same time he pushed forward and they came together in a sudden, wonderful fusion. Now, he honestly tried to slow down. He kept a steady, deliberate rhythm that was not at all aggressive or rushed.

“That feels amazing, Jack. Just like that, please,” Elizabeth said.

He put his hands under her ass and held her delicately. He watched her breasts roll on her chest in time with their movements. She occasionally tightened the muscles around his cock, only to hear his groan of approval.

Five minutes passed. The pace picked up and their mutual moans grew louder and more frequent. Jack was thrusting into her much harder than before and Elizabeth was begging for more. They were lost in their own worlds, yet could hear each other pronounce how close they were to orgasms. The mutterings merged into one piercing sound as they climaxed together. The otherwise sturdy table rocked under them, but withstood the long, long orgasms that left Jack and Elizabeth exhausted.

He collapsed on top of her, beads of sweat on each of their brows.

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Jennie Campbell had no particularly pressing chores to do on the oppressively hot late May day in southern Virginia. She was walking on the farthest edges of the farm, checking on the condition of the field. Feeling exceptionally lonely and having heard the frightening news that Lee had his army clear into Pennsylvania, she walked farther down the wagon path to the most comforting spot she knew: Jackson’s lake.

The small, but deep lake had been a favorite destination for Jennie and her childhood friends in their earlier years. Spring fed and clean, it was an idyllic place to gather for a swim. Now, it offered solitude as Jennie sat on the bank and thought about Jack and what dangers he faced in a land that seemed so far away.

She missed him desperately. He hadn’t written in ages. Was he even alive? Wounded and in a hospital somewhere?

She threw a stone into the placid water and watched the ripples. She thought back to the splashes that occurred when her and her friends jumped into the lake fifteen years ago. They weren’t even ten and they swam naked without giving it a thought.

She smiled and wished for those innocent days again. After a few seconds, in a rush of happy memories, Jennie began to undress. Piece by piece, her clothes piled up next to her until she was standing naked in the hot sun. With youthful exuberance, she sprinted ahead and dove head first into the lake.

The water was cool and refreshing. Jennie dove down and surfaced again, using both hands to pull her long, soaked hair behind her head. The only thing missing were the shrieks of her playmates as they frolicked next to her.

Jennie swam leisurely nearly to the other shore. After a brief pause, she came back.

It was then, when she stopped and looked up once more, that she heard the wagon. Her eyes quickly focused on the path near her clothes and she saw a man driving a one horse cart. She recognized him immediately; it was Henry Evans.

The twenty year old son of the local grain store operator had treated Jennie to coffee in the store’s office the day before. Before she left, their attraction to each other had nearly led to an unfortunate incident. Though Jennie stopped it in time, neither of them could have forgotten about it overnight.

Jennie had been like a big sister to Henry, while being only four years older. Any attraction between them now had far more serious Erenköy Escort consequences than in their early teen years.

Henry brought the wagon to a halt and jumped off when he spotted Jennie.

“Can’t remember the last time I saw you in there,” he shouted out to her.

“You were just a kid, Henry,” she replied.

He looked down at her clothes. “I probably didn’t even notice back then that you were naked.”

“Probably not.”

Jennie was floating with the water up to her neck, her arms treading back and forth under the surface. Henry always had, and she presumed always would, stir something inside of her when she looked at him. He wasn’t the strongest or best looking man she’d ever seen. But she liked him, a lot.

“Where you heading?” she asked him.

“Nowhere, really. The store’s being minded and it’s slow anyway, so I thought I’d come out and, well, you know, talk to you,” he said.

“About what?”

“About yesterday.”

“Not much to talk about,” Jennie said.

“Yeah, but…”

Henry dipped his head and kicked at a rock.

When it was clear he wasn’t going to finish, Jennie said, “Then come in here and let’s talk.”

He looked up with a shocked expression she could pick up even from her distance.

“Just like when we were kids, Henry.”

He moved in slow motion, taking off his shoes first. It seemed to Jennie that it would take him forever to undress. She smiled when he turned to the side, almost with his back to her when the last piece of clothing came off. Then he nearly ran to the edge and dove in head first.

Henry wasn’t the county’s greatest swimmer and Jennie worked her way towards him so they could both stand. Jennie made sure to crouch low enough so the water still covered her to the neck. Henry squatted in an attempt to match her height.

The lake wasn’t crystal clear and only a hint of Jennie’s breasts were visible through the murky water. Still, Henry tried not to stare.

“So, let’s talk,” Jennie said calmly.

“I’m sorry for what happened,” Henry answered quickly.

“Don’t be. It was kind of nice,” Jennie said. “Nothing came of it.”

“I want you to be my friend forever. It was damn stupid on my part.”

Jennie grinned. “We aren’t little kids any more, Henry. You fought for two years. I’m married and trying to work a farm. Things happen when you’re grownups.”

“Jack would kill me if he knew I touched you,” Henry said.

Jennie expressed her uncertainty with a sideways nod of the head. “If he’s alive.”

“He’s alive, Jennie. Killing yanks, I hope.”

She smiled and moved closer. “It’s OK to touch me, Henry.”

His expression turned serious and questioning. Jennie noticed it and suddenly used both hands to splash water up into his face. Henry shouted and turned away, attempting to escape. Jennie leaped after him and ended up on top of his back while Henry attempted to steady himself. She wrapped her arms around his chest and hung on.

“Hey, not fair,” he bellowed.

With surprising strength, he pivoted in place and flung Jennie into the water. She gripped one of his arms at the last second and Henry fell on top of her, stopping himself by inadvertently pressing down on her chest. She was laughing when she got her head above water, next to Henry’s stunned face.

“Just like when we were kids,” she said.

But then she reached up for him, pulled Henry down, and covered his mouth with hers. They were barely above the surface while they kissed. Henry struggled to find a place for his knees, ending up straddling his friend’s waist. The kiss lasted longer than either of them probably expected and they found themselves clumsily crawling to shallower water. Eventually, Henry was able to lay flat on Jennie, who’s torso was now exposed.

“Is it OK to touch you like this?” he asked.

“It is,” she answered.

He looked down on her body, mesmerized by its beauty but unsure what to do. The beads of water on her breasts glistened in the bright sunlight. The nipples were hard from the cool water. Henry became aware of his own hardness and tried to move so she wouldn’t feel it.

It was too late.

“Touch them, Henry. Kiss them like you did my lips,” Jennie told him.

He slid one hand over a single breast, lightly squeezing it before rolling the nipple between his fingers. Then he lowered his head and licked it. Just as Jennie was about to help him with her hand, Henry opened his mouth and engulfed a large portion of the breast. She leaned her head back and sighed with delight as he licked and sucked her tit.

Each breast got the same treatment and Jennie felt her pussy tingle. She also felt his erection press against her leg. She reached for it and was surprised at the size. A couple strokes completed the task of making him hard.

“Henry, move up so I can…so I can, uh, taste you,” Jennie said timidly.

He only hesitated for a second. Then he was inching forward on his knees, his rigid cock above the water and moving closer to her face. Jennie guided it with her hand and eagerly put the tip between her lips. Soon, she was methodically bobbing her head up and down on the shaft, sucking it with increased tension as the seconds passed. Henry closed his eyes and reveled in the unexpected event.

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When I walked into the room I couldn’t help but notice her. She stood like a dancer – standing straight, her feet slightly out, and her shoulders back. Her small breasts rode proudly on her chest. Her short brown hair cropped close made her look a little like a pixie. When she turned to look my way I was stunned by her beauty. Aquiline features, large brown eyes and a mouth with a slight smile to it. She starred at me briefly, smiled, and turned back to her conversation. I knew then that I needed to meet her and more. Then I looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a plain dark blue business suit and blouse and in modest heals. Her legs were shapely and well toned. Stunning woman.

Clearly I was not the only one that noticed. She was entirely surrounded by every horn dog in the organization.

My name is John Taylor and I was the new guy. I had been associated with this service club for several years, having garnered enough respect from my fellow club members to make me first the treasurer and then president of our club. In those roles I mixed with the district wigs and thus when the opportunity opened for district treasurer, I was nominated. Politics being what they are in service clubs, I ran unopposed. This was my first full board meeting since the election.

The gong rang and the meeting was called to order with the president calling for everyone to get settled in the chairs. I went up to the dais and found my chair – it was easy – my name was on a placard that also read District Treasurer. I felt a movement behind me and the stunning woman excused herself and then settled in next to me. I looked at her placard – Sue Alt – District Recording Secretary. She turned to me smiled and said “hello – I’m Sue” with a voice that sent shivers directly to my crotch. I responded in kind and the meeting started.

It lasted all day with coffee and lunch breaks. I didn’t have much time to speak to her except brief comments back and forth about the topic at hand. As hard as I tried to sit next to her during lunch she sat at a full table. My turn came after lunch and I made the presentation on budget and finance. When I sat down she leaned over and commented “very good for your first time with this bunch” and smiled. I thanked her. She smiled back.

The president suspended the meeting until the next day and we each packed up the papers in front of us. I asked Sue if she had plans for dinner as we were on our own. She said no, but she felt obligated to go to the hospitality suite and mingle.

“Meet me there and we can discuss it then.” And she turned and left.

I went to my room and dropped off the papers and changed into something more casual. There was a connecting door to the next room, closed and locked of course.

I went down to the suite and there were all the district officers each with a drink in their hand. A couple of minutes later Sue walked in. She stopped everyone. She had on a red plaid workman’s shirt, untucked and tied at her midriff, a pair of tight jeans and sneakers.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

“Sure – rum and coke! Thanks”

I brought her the drink and participated in a nonsense conversation about people in the district I hadn’t met as yet. I was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel.

“You don’t really know about these people do you?” she asked suddenly.

“Sadly or happily, remains to be seen, no I don’t. Should I?”

She laughed and her whole face lit up. It was throaty and deep.

“No you don’t need to. Listen John, I would love to go to dinner, lets see if we can arrange for a table full and you can get to know this group. They really are nice and worth the effort. Besides, how do I know you’re not an axe murderer or something?” She had this twinkle in her eye.

“I never went that far” I retorted, “and they let me out for good behavior!”

That got another one of those throaty laughs and a smile. She was looking into my eyes and I could tell she was changing her mind.

“Let’s make it just you and me instead.” She grabbed my hand and said goodnight to everyone indicating she was going to take me to dinner and tell me all the Maltepe Escort dirty secrets about district without interruption from the likes of them. All had a good chuckle as we left.

We decided that the hotel fair was good enough and settled into a booth. I learned she worked for a bank in Lowell, MA as a branch administrator (she called it chief cook and bottle washer). She had joined the service club because of her employer’s wish to have their key employees give back to the community and had gotten deeply involved. She said one of the things she was most proud of was becoming a district officer.

As we talked I couldn’t help but notice her. Her facial expressions, her hands as she spoke, her smile and laugh at my wry sense of humor. As we were having desert she surprised me.

“You married John? You re way too nice to be single.”

“I sort of am. We are separated for about a year now and I have asked my lawyer to push forward with a divorce. So, legally yes, practically no. And are you?”

“Funny, nobody ever asked me. I have had a couple of longer term relationships but nothing stuck long enough to go down the isle.”

I was staring at her and she was staring back. A signal passed between us.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I have a nice mini-bar in my room – want a nightcap?”

“And how should I take it?” she quipped back.

“I am offering a new friend a drink and that is all.”

“You don’t lie very well, do you?”

“I don’t lie at all.”

“Well then, you have told me you’re not an axe murderer and that you know how to behave well enough for them to let you out, and you don’t lie. So I guess I could accept!”

We both laughed and it felt wonderful. She was not only charming and beautiful, but had a spicy independence to her that I have always loved in a woman. And when she laughed everything around her seemed to be happy.

I settled for dinner and we strolled to the elevator.

“Floor please!” she intoned in elevator as we entered.

“Six please” I responded.

“Hah, me too. I’m going to make a stop beforehand. These jeans are a little too tight. And don’t grin at me like that – I am telling you the truth – they are too tight!”

“Uh – huh” was all I said and kept the grin on my face.

The door opened on the sixth floor and we both went down the hall in the same direction.

“What room are you in?” she asked.

“624”

“Hah – I’m in 623, right next door! Now that’s a coincidence!”

Her room was first and she let herself in telling me she would knock first.

I entered my room and noticed that the connecting door was to her room. Now that’s nice I thought.

A couple of minutes later I heard a knock and went to the door. There was nobody there. She knocked again and I realized it was the connecting door. I unlocked it and opened to reveal her standing there. She was still in the work shirt and jeans. I just stood there and stared, no ogled at her. She looked right back into my eyes and she had a small smile on her lips.

“Hey – can a girl get a drink in here?” she laughed to break the ice.

“Sure – what’s your poison?”

“You sure do have a short memory or you weren’t paying attention. Rum and coke please.”

“Well let’s just say that I was shocked and stunned by your entrance and had a lapse! I thought the jeans were too tight.” I handed her the drink and poured one for myself.

“A lady has to keep on her armor lest the knight get the wrong impression!”

“OK, so what is the right impression?”

“Are you really that dense or am I getting the wrong idea here?”

“Oh no, you are getting the signals I’m sending. You are beautiful, charming, sensual as hell and I am compelled to say that I am very attracted to you. I had two thoughts when I first saw you. Clear enough?”

“Thank you for the straightening that out for me. And what were the two thoughts.”

“I wanted to get to know you.”

“That’s only one. And the second?”

“Um, let’s say I wanted to get to know you very well!”

“Nice! Well I had a couple of thoughts also!”

“And they were?”

“Who Ümraniye Escort is the tall, dark and handsome eye candy – must be the new treasurer.”

“And the second?”

“I’m not telling. I am not sure I want you to know right now. John I hardly know you. This is nice, you really do flirt well, you’re smart as was evidenced by your presentation, you handle yourself in a crowd and have good manners. You can carry on a conversation of depth and make your points clear, and you’re not bad to look at. And, especially after this lovely dinner and drink, I find you very attractive.”

She had rested back on the dresser top with her legs crossed and the drink in her hand.

“Sounds like a resume. I can take a hint” I said “and I understand the word no. I may not like it, but I get it!”

“Look – don’t take it wrong. I’m not sure what I’m doing right now. I do know I am having a little difficulty breathing and no, I am not sick. I haven’t felt like this in years. Truthfully you make me very nervous!”

“I make you nervous? About what? What have I done to make you feel that way? I really have tried to do the opposite!”

“You have succeeded beyond your dreams.” She put her drink down and walked over to me. Taking my head in her hands she reached up and kissed me lightly and tenderly. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to me. With my other I pressed her head into another kiss. This one was passionate and long.

“Shit you kiss good” she said and pulled me in for another and then another. This time our mouths were open and our tongues were exploring each other. I could feel her body trembling as it leaned harder against me. She had to know I was excited because my very hard dick was between us and she was crushing her pelvis against it.

Our hands started to explore the rest of us as we continued our passionate kiss. I finally broke for air and kissed her neck and ear.

“Ohhhhhh that’s nice” she groaned. I turned her around and pulled her to me. I continued to nibble at her ear and neck. My hands came around and cupped her breasts gently squeezing and rubbing them. I could tell she was braless. She responded by rubbing her ass against my bulge.

“Ohhhhhhh mmmmyyyyyyy” continued as her hands came above her head and around my neck giving me more access to her body. I slowly untied the shirt and unbuttoned it exposing her pert tits to me. I played with her nipples getting an increasing number of moans and more pressure on my dick. She released one of her arms and reached between us gripping my dick. As I continued to massage her tits and nipples, she stroked me up and down the full length.

“You seem to have a problem here” she whispered between moans. She turned around and I helped her from her shirt leaving her bare to the waist. She smiled up at me and began to unbutton mine. With the release of each new button she would sneak her hand inside and caress my chest or pinch my nipples sending shocks to my groin and pleasure to my head. She pulled out the tails and, just as I had done moments before, rolled it off my shoulders and on to the floor.

She didn’t stop there. She undid my belt, opened my pants clip and unzipped me.

“Let’s give this big boy some breathing room” she said as she pushed my pants and briefs to the floor with her hands and feet leaving my dick sticking up at attention.

“Oh what a nice cock you have” and she wrapped her small hand around as far as she could go. Now I am not what one would call large, but I am about 9 inches in length and about 4 or 5 around. She wet her other hand with her tongue and added that to my dick as well. I leaned in and began to kiss her again using my tongue to tickle her throat.

I reached down and unhooked her jeans and, with some difficulty pushed them and her panties over her hips. I bent over so as not to have her lose her grip on my cock and helped her step out of them and managed mine as well. There we were, in the middle of my room, naked. We where in a passionate embrace, she was stroking me and I had begun to find her passion buttons. When I got to her clit and pressed, she gripped my dick and İstanbul Escort shivered. She had a small orgasm and I could feel her wetness seep from the folds of her pussy. I pressed a finger in to open her and release more of her juices.

“Ohhhh God don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I have never wanted anyone like this! Just make love to me!”

I gently guided her to the bed and she fell backwards landing flat on her back with her legs wide open. She was the most sensual, wanton woman I had ever seen and I could not control my own desire any longer. I bent down between her legs and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs to her pussy. I gently used my tongue to clean away her cum and licked and sucked on each of her labia. The heat coming from her was intense and she worked her hands into my hair and pulled me deeper. I spread her open and slipped my tongue as deep as I could.

“Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh” She shuddered and came again. This time I was already there and sucked and licked it all from her. She pulled me up onto the bed and rotated herself and straddled my head so we both had genitals to look at. I once again began to eat, lick and suck her labia and her clit, tongue fucking her. She began to lick me as well. First the tip and then down the shaft and then my balls. When she finally came back to the tip and took me into her mouth she maintained constant pressure as she bobbed up and down driving me deeper and deeper until I was all the way down her throat. When she released after holding me there she had another orgasm, this one bigger than the others combined and covered my face. She immediately pressed me back into her throat. I couldn’t hold out any longer. “I’m going to come” I moaned. “I want you to come in my mouth” she moaned back. She backed off so my tip was surrounded by her lips and, as I ejaculated, she swallowed as fast as she could.

“Hmmmmmm you taste good” she muttered after I had finally stopped spurting. But she didn’t let up. She played with my balls and continued one of the best blowjobs in history until I was hard as a rock. She lifted up and rotated again this time straddling my thighs. My dick was resting at her entrance.

“This was my second thought” she said and pressed down driving me deep into her pussy in one stroke. She moaned in pleasure and stopped as she adjusted to my size.

“You really know how to fill a girl. You feel just perfect!” She began with a slow rhythmic up and down using her pussy lips to stroke the full length of my dick. I could feel the soft inside of her pussy all around my dick, caressing it gently, coaxing it to deliver. When I was most of the way deep inside her my tip could feel the opening to her cervix. With a little lift of my hips I pushed it gently in. She was shaking now. Her legs moving of their own will and her breathing ragged.

I lifted my hips and rolled her onto her back. Now in control, I grabbed her ankles and pushed them as far apart as she could. She rocked her hips upward so her pussy opened even wider. I plunged in all the way penetrating deep into her. She came almost immediately. This time I didn’t stop. I kept it up right through the orgasm. As I continued faster and harder she went from one orgasm to another in quick succession never coming down. Her head was thrashing left and right and her hands were digging into my shoulders.

“Please hurry. I can’t take much more of this. Ohhhhhh fuck. ” she screamed as we both approached an incredible place – the small death of orgasm that only comes with total abandon and ultimate passion. I pushed in as deep as I could, all the way into her cervix and came. I don’t think I have ever produced so much cum. I filled every crevice of her. She exploded in her final orgasm soaking her pussy and my cock with so much fluid that it leaked along the side and out onto the sheets.

We collapsed from sheer sexual exhaustion. When I rolled over and my cock come from inside her, the combined cum poured from her enlarged opening leaving a large wet spot. We rested for a short time.

“You couldn’t possibly sleep in this mess – come to my room.” she said. It wasn’t a question or an order, just a great idea. Slowly we made our way through the connecting doors and into her bed. She curled up next to me with her arm over my chest and her head on my shoulder. She was asleep almost instantly. I was right behind her.

To be continued…

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REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don’t have naughty bits, but those that do (like this one!) will be way more fun if you read the non-naughty parts, too! Also, although TT2 is a stand-alone novel, it takes place in the same family as Texas Trio, so you might want to read that one first!—Stefanie

—:—:—:—:—:—:—Chapter 25—:—:—:—:—:—:—

Becky had the bad fortune to step out of the woods at the same time Jem rounded the corner of the barn, heading for the house. Only his unrelenting sense of self-discipline saved her from being hauled into the house by her elbow for a spanking. Instead, after exchanging her wet clothes for dry ones and combing her hair, she got a loud lecture on wandering around the ranch alone. By that time, Colt had arrived, so there were two large men pacing the library like angry lions, roaring their displeasure.

“Didn’t we tell you that someone’s been hanging around the ranch, cutting fences?” Colt glared down at at the bane of their leonine pride, furious at her comportment. Becky looked for all the world like she’d just wandered in here to choose a book.

“Yes, you did, and I apologize for not heeding your warning.”

Jeremiah took a turn. “You know how Catherine worries; what if something were to happen to you? How would your sister feel?”

“I do know, and I wouldn’t want to hurt her. I apologize for risking that.” Becky’s hands were crossed on her lap. She didn’t even fidget, though honestly, she’d been so eager to see Brody she’d never even considered the possibility of a brief absence worrying her sister.

Her brothers glared at her, their eyes glittering dangerously. Any man on the ranch would have been shaking, but Becky sat calmly, making direct eye contact and giving every impression of sincerity as she spoke—simply because she was sincere. She knew she’d been bending the rules, after all, and she truly didn’t want to worry Catherine, even if she did think they were over-reacting.

Colt made an inarticulate sound of rage as he threw his hands up, storming out of the library.

Jem turned on his heel and followed more slowly. He didn’t slam the door as Becky expected.

Becky leaned back in the chair and turned her face toward the window. A small smile settled on her lips. All the fuming and hollering had spared her the nervous explanations Cat or Nanny’s questions would probably have elicited. That had been her only worry after she left Brody to return to the house.

Becky supposed she should have a whole host of other worries about the possible consequences of making love with Brody, but she was absolutely, positively sure it was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. Chief among the worries she didn’t have was the risk of conceiving. Catherine’s own family-planning goals had smoothed Becky’s way with The Book, which said Becky probably wasn’t in danger this week.

After another minute of dreamy recollection in the library, she rose to her feet, smoothed her dress, and went in to help with the evening meal.

—:—:—:—:—:—:—

They’d never discussed the possibility, and Brody doubted the wisdom of showing up on her porch after dinner that night, but he couldn’t resist the urge to see her again, no matter that they’d only been apart for ninety minutes.

He was even more unsure of his chosen course when he arrived to find everyone but Becky in a prickly mood. He’d have said it was the heat, except for the occasional glares thrown Becky’s way by Colt and Jem, and the way Mrs. Connor was keeping a watchful eye on her husbands. If Becky hadn’t seemed so care-free, he would have been worried, but she gave him a serene smile and asked him to walk her around the yard.

He waited until they were out of earshot and bent his head. “Are you well?”

Becky smiled sideways at him, practically glowing in the evening light. “I am very well, Mr. Easton, thank you.”

He was puzzled. “Your family seems . . . perturbed. I thought they might have . . . .”

She waved a hand dismissively. “I am a constant trial to my brothers, but it has nothing to do with you or our . . . swim.” She ducked her chin, blushing.

Brody grinned. “Good. I would not like for you to be upset, or for your brothers to think less of me than they already do.”

He wondered whether he should mention matrimony to her before approaching Kendall and Wilson.

“Mr. Easton, I hesitate to ask . . . .”

He prompted her with a nod.

“The night you arrived at the ranch—”

Brody colored.

“—what exactly did you say about my sister that so aroused Clancy’s fury?”

He was appalled by the question and cleared his throat several times in preparation. “I’d like to apologize again, Miss Connor—”

“Never mind that, Brody,” Becky slipped into familiarity. “Please do say.”

He darted a glance at her from under his brows. “I’d been told by two men on the road that this—” He motioned to the house. “—was a comfort-house.”

Becky’s eyes widened.

“After Anadolu Yakası Escort your sister walked by, I—” He cleared his throat again and interrupted himself. “Becky, I was extremely tired and hadn’t—”

“Brody,” she prodded sternly, unconsciously channeling her older sister.

He swallowed. “After your sister walked by, I said she didn’t look like a light-skirt.”

He closed his eyes, waiting for the explosion.

She thought for a moment, and nodded. “Oh.”

A breath passed her lips and she spoke again. “There’s a church picnic this Sunday, I was wondering . . . .”

Surprised by her lack of reaction, Brody barely heard himself making plans to accompany her and her family to the picnic. By the time he emerged from his fog and thought again to mention matrimony, they’d completed their second circuit.

As they approached the porch, Kendall stood. “That’s it. I’ve had enough watching you two parade around.”

Colt ignored Catherine’s disapproving presence at his elbow and the piercing stare she directed his way. He pointed to the door. “Becky, get inside and go upstairs. Now.”

Becky turned to Brody and smiled sweetly, completely unconcerned with Kendall’s booming voice and thunderous stare. “Good night, Mr. Easton.”

Brody bowed politely over her hand. “Miss Connor.”

“Mrs. Connor.” Brody tipped his hat to Catherine, who smiled as she followed her husband and sister inside, leaving Brody alone with Jem.

With the light behind Wilson, Brody couldn’t see his face, just a broad, looming silhouette. When Wilson closed the door and leapt from the porch, skipping the three shallow steps, Brody tensed, but Jem headed straight for the barn.

“I’ll walk you down.”

Brody followed, wondering if he was about to get hung from a rafter. Becky said her brothers didn’t know what had happened between them, but maybe she was wrong. He only relaxed when Wilson propped his elbows on the top rail of Big Bob’s empty paddock, motioning for Brody to join him.

They were silent for a while.

“Brody—” Jem began.

Brody started. It was the first time either of Becky’s brothers had called him anything but “Easton.”

“—Becky likes you.” He glanced over with a wry smile. “I guess you know that.”

Brody tried for a small smile, hoping to keep the lovesick fawning in check.

“As you mentioned yourself, in very diplomatic terms, she can be stubborn.” Jem stopped, looking at nothing.

“She’s determined not to have her wings clipped, no matter what Colt, Catherine, and I say about her wandering the ranch alone.”

The tension flowed from Brody’s shoulders as he began to sense the purpose of their chat.

“I haven’t wanted to scare her—still don’t want to scare her—or the other women, so I haven’t mentioned it, but Colt and I think that fence-cutter is more than some troublesome local lad.”

Jem glanced sideways at Brody. “That man you spoke to on the road, who told you this place was a public house—we think it’s him and a partner cutting fences. There was a fire last week, too, an old birthing shed. A cowhand nearby saw a wisp of smoke and sent up a volley of shots. Half a dozen hands got there in time to stop it from spreading. We kept it quiet to avoid a panic—I don’t need men shooting each other when they go to the privy in the middle of the night—but Becky—” He shook his head. “I can keep everyone else safe, but not Becky. Not if she won’t listen to us.”

Brody was frowning when Jem looked at him again.

“I’m hoping you can help.”

Brody nodded sharply, positive he’d do something, anything, whatever it took to keep her safe.

“She might listen to you, whereas Colt and I are just,” he shrugged. “her brothers.”

Brody nodded again, his face stern. “Yes, sir.”

Jem pushed away from the fence, grinning, and whacked Brody on the shoulder with his hat as he passed, headed for the house. “Cut it out, Easton. Nobody’s buying those ‘sirs’ anymore.”

Brody almost laughed aloud.

As Jem walked away, Brody couldn’t help calling after him. “Yes, sir.”

Jem’s chuckles followed him into the barn.

—:—:—:—:—:—:—

Jeremiah was oddly reassured by Becky’s truculent approach the following morning, when she came to the office as he was ordering the monthly household accounts for Colt’s governance. “Becky?”

She planted her hands on her hips, and Jem thought he was about to get a lecture on feminine independence or women’s rights or some such thing.

“Did you and Colt ever think to ask Clancy what Brody said about Catherine that first night he was here?”

Jem was surprised by the topic but answered quietly. “No, I didn’t see the need.”

Becky glared. “After Catherine passed them, Brody told Clancy she didn’t look like a light-skirt.”

Jem tipped his head like he was listening to a faraway sound.

Becky nodded sharply, acting as though he’d agreed with her. “Exactly. It’s not much of an insult, now, is Pendik Escort it?” She folded her arms across her chest.

Jem suppressed a smile. She’d never get away with that pose if Catherine were present.

Becky continued to berate him. “If he’d said that about a saloon girl, it would actually be considered a compliment, now, wouldn’t it?”

Jem made a noncommittal sound.

After a long, meaningful stare, Becky departed.

Jem craned his neck to watch through the small window as she stomped back toward the house. Apparently he’d been right about her and Brody, he thought, laughing out loud as he bent again to the stack of receipts.

—:—:—:—:—:—:—Chapter 26—:—:—:—:—:—:—

The next day was Saturday, and Brody stopped in for the noon meal, hoping to speak with Becky’s brothers alone. Instead, he ate in the kitchen with the women, where he was then pressed into service entertaining them with tales of his travels while they prepared food for the picnic on Sunday. Becky sat at the table with him and one of the boys, who was working sums on his slate.

The ladies were thrilled with his stories of goings-on across the country, and aghast when he told them a watered-down version of being mistaken for a union organizer and jailed, shortly after arriving in Texas.

Catherine and Becky got into a lively discussion after Catherine dismissed the union issue as uninteresting, and Rebecca felt compelled to correct her sister’s lack of concern by explaining “Powderly’s stance on ‘women’s work’.” Brody wasn’t particularly interested in labor disputes, either, and if he heard one more Madame de Staël quote, he thought he might scream, but he loved to watch Becky’s face when she spoke passionately on any subject. And she was forever producing some bit of knowledge that astounded him, whether it was written by a Viennese physician or a Chinese chemist.

She paused suddenly as the jingle of spurs tinkled through the window. At the sound of a footfall on the back porch, she picked up her monologue with slightly more volume, and what seemed a precipitous change in topic. “In Prolegomena to Ethics, Mr. Green writes that true virtue cannot be limited to the cultivation of personal virtue alone, that the moral ideal must be continued by the state.”

Colt had closed the screen door and was halfway across the room to his wife when Becky finished. He froze, sighed deeply, and turned on his heel, leaving the room.

Becky giggled, but Cat was right behind her husband and pinched her sister’s arm—hard—on her way by.

Becky rubbed the spot, frowning.

“You could at least let him get a drink afore you start pokin’ at him, Miss Becky,” Nanny chided quietly.

Becky was stricken. She hadn’t meant to truly upset Colt—she loved him. She met Brody’s eyes, a query in her own.

One of Brody’s brows rose, and he nodded slightly in agreement.

Becky glanced down at her hands. “Will you excuse me for a moment, Mr. Easton?”

He took over with Jamie and the slate as she left the kitchen.

She took her time on the stairs, forming an apology, and arrived at Colt’s door with a lighter heart. Doing the right thing always made you feel better, like Nanny told the children. Wearing a serene smile, she lifted her hand to knock, but was forestalled by a knock from the other side. Confusion wrinkled her brow. Another knock followed from a lower spot, and a heavy thud from lower yet. Rustling fabric and shuffling sounds from the floor didn’t help make sense of the knocks, either—until Becky heard a tiny whimper, not far from where her hand still hovered.

She blushed bright scarlet and backed away, her eyes glued to the polished wood as a vision formed of her sister pinned against the other side, her skirts askew, her legs rising to embrace Colt’s waist as she eagerly awaited his penetration.

Becky’s hand flew to her mouth, and she fled silently back downstairs, thanking her lucky stars that none of the treads creaked. In the hallway outside the kitchen door she stopped, leaning against the wall with her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The heat in her face fled to her belly, leaving her legs weak.

If only Catherine hadn’t told her those things!

Becky twisted her head silently from side to side, reminding herself that it was her own fault. She’d wanted to know what to expect with Brody, though being forewarned hadn’t helped at all: no words came close to describing how thick and hot he’d felt inside her.

Her heart thudded wildly and she rested her hand on her chest, feeling the fluid echoing in her veins as her pussy clenched wildly, aching for . . . .

Brody.

He was sitting there in the kitchen, just on the other side of that door, awaiting her return. Would he be able to tell what she’d been thinking? Becky exhaled slowly and held her breath, concentrating on slowing her heart. She’d read a book about a swami in Bengal who could slow his heart rate to ten beats per Kurtköy Escort minute for hours on end and come back to his senses refreshed and relaxed. That was exactly what she needed—to relax.

At last her pulse calmed, and she re-entered the kitchen, a polite smile pinned to her lips. “Would you like another cup of tea, Mr. Easton?”

Brody studied her face. “No, thank you, Miss Connor, I have to be going. Will you walk me out?”

“Of course.”

Brody thanked the other ladies in the kitchen, tousled Jamie’s hair, and followed Becky to the front of the house. Before they reached the door, he pulled her into the library, closing the door quietly behind them. He tossed his hat on a chair and came to her. “What is it?”

His hands, gentle on her upper arms, burned her skin through the light-weight cotton fabric, and Becky’s smile began to break.

“Did Kendall say something to you? By God, I’ll—” Blood rose in his neck, turning his brown skin ruddy, and Becky reached out to soothe him.

Her hands on his chest, she shook her head. “No, no, it was nothing like that . . . it was—”

What could she say? She couldn’t possibly tell him the truth, yet he’d know if she was lying.

Brody pulled her closer, his eyes drilling into her. “Becky, tell me.”

She shuddered at his tone, the same low rumble he’d used at the bunkhouse and the stable, after which she’d done exactly as he said. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist it now, either.

She tried to slide sideways and away from him, but Brody wouldn’t let her move. His grip on her arms tightened, and he leaned nearer to say it again, more quietly this time. “Becky.”

With no follow-up, it was nonetheless an order.

Shaking her head ‘no’, she complied anyway, while looking sideways at the floor.

“I didn’t—I couldn’t apologize,” she whispered, her throat closing. “I didn’t—They were . . . Cat and Colt, I mean . . . they were—”

She choked on the words, but that was enough for Brody.

With her lids lowered to cover her embarrassment, Becky missed Brody’s predatory smile, but she could feel the heat of his ardor, knew the intensity with which he studied her face, because he’d watched her that way before, when she clung like seaweed to the bunkhouse wall. Her nipples hardened and pushed at the fabric restraining them.

“They were fucking?” Brody asked roughly, and the blood returned to her face in a rush.

She didn’t reply, so he bent his head again, rubbing his scratchy cheek lightly against hers. “Say it, Becky.”

When her silence answered, Brody shifted his grip. Squeezing her arms slightly also pushed her breasts together, putting her nipples within easy reach of his long, rough thumbs. He ran them lightly up the lower curve of her breasts, his touch becoming gradually firmer until he reached the tips and slowed. The tiny buds were so stiff they caught at his thumbs through three layers of lace and fabric.

Becky gasped, her eyes flying uncontrollably open.

He was waiting, and the grey eyes trapped hers. Once, twice more, he caressed her through the cotton.

All the hot, expectant tingles he pulled to the surface dripped directly to the spot between her legs where she most needed his touch, pooling there in anticipation. “Brody,” she gasped.

“Say it, Becky.”

“Yes . . . yes,” she whimpered. “They were there, on the other side of the door. They were . . . fucking.” The word sounded so obscene when she said it. Her flush returned.

As Brody’s mouth came down to claim her, Becky moaned against his lips. If she’d been capable of thought, she would have recognized the same sound she heard Catherine making a few moments earlier. But she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. The hard length of Brody’s body pressing her against the library door was as shattering as she remembered.

He drew his mouth away slowly, his hands falling to her waist to pull her hips more firmly against his own. His erection felt huge, even through her skirts, and she whimpered again, no longer trying to get away.

His breath on her ear was hot and moist. “Like this? He had her up against the door like this?”

Brody’s hips thrust against hers, pinning the lower half of her body to the unforgiving oak. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him watching her, the fire beneath her skin feeding his own.

Bracing herself, she opened her eyes. As though her eyes were the signal he’d been waiting for, Brody shifted his weight and turned her to face the door.

“Or maybe—” The low rasp of his voice was enough to make her quiver. “—like this.”

He nudged her knees apart like he’d done that day at the bunkhouse, making Becky feel unbearably exposed, despite the long skirt and voluminous petticoats she wore. With one hand between her hips and the door, and the other at her hip, Brody began to gather her skirts up.

He couldn’t! Her fingertips whitened as she pushed back against him, trying to get away. Not here!

Brody bent his knee behind her own, lifting her left foot off the floor, and Becky slid helplessly to one side, opening herself for the hands threading their way through the maze of her petticoats, one from the front and one from the back.

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You were walking on the hospital floor waiting for morning to come because you knew you were going home. When you heard a soft but deeply sexy yet familiar voice say “Hey baby showing off a little of that tight ass of yours aren’t you?” You turned to see me standing in the dimly lit corridor. Immediately your cock got hard and came to a full erection. I smiled and motioned with my finger for you to come closer, and you did without any hesitation.

You were surprised to say the least, and excited that I was actually there. I smiled at your small fitting gown. I’m sure the nurse gave you it on purpose just to show off your hot body, but I liked it since it definitely accentuated your hard cock and tight ass!

I looked again at how hot you looked and stopped just to lick my lips and as I did I smiled. You saw me doing this and liked the idea of me looking at your outline in that gown. Being there in the hospital with you looking so pitiful yet so hot, making me feel even closer to you. In your room I reached up to get something out of the closet. But by doing so, I got your attention.

As I did you reached over and touched my thigh drawing a heart with your finger, I sighed and my heart raced even more. You drew it again, but this time on the other leg, and I trembled, quivering under your touch and saying, “Don’t stop.” I was already squirming just thinking about what was about to happen between us.

We looked around at the empty room, thank god for private rooms and you reached over to pull me into your bed. Shuffled under the covers, and caressing each other in a deep kiss.

We both had longed for this since we’d been apart, so it was very long and passionate. Your strong arms holding me close, one hand finding my skirt and pushing it up, İstanbul Escort as you did discovering I wasn’t wearing any panties. As we continued kissing I felt your cock growing harder through your gown and felt you throbbing beneath the sheets. I reached down even though we were in your hospital room. I just couldn’t stand another minute and grabbed it anyway.

I turned around and saw the bathroom got up moving quickly and motioned for you to follow. Your heart was racing but you came to me without me saying another word.

As you stepped into the light you saw that I had unbuttoned my top showing off my huge ivory breasts. I began to undress you with one hand and as I did I reached into the shower and started the shower water running. I’d locked the door so we’d be sure and not get interrupted, because I was stealing a moment in heaven with you, regardless of where we were. I pulled you’re gown up over your head after un-tying it, leaning you up against the wall and kissing you ever so passionately. You’re taking my clothes off as we go. I’m kissing you on your neck just behind your ear. I whisper to you how much you’re going to love this. I’m going to make you cum so hard and so long, because I just couldn’t wait for you to get home. So I came up and surprised you instead.

As I’m kissing you down your chest I stop to nibble your nipples as I follow your happy trail of soft hair down past your belly button, I’m running my hands down onto your hard cock. Slipping my way down, I move down and wrap my hot lips around your throbbing erection. The water is running and your heart is pounding. The idea of making love in the shower turns us on. But the fact we are in the hospital in your room even makes it more exciting.

I take your cock Anadolu Yakası Escort fully into my mouth, four long three short and one really long deep one, all I can hear is, damn baby that feels so good.

I pull off and lick your balls from one to the other you feel my HOT tongue as I’m squeezing your ass cheeks, I hear you say and feel you grasping my hair a little harder. OHhhhhh baby I want you so bad.

Running my fingers down that little trail between your ass and your balls scraping just lightly with my nails because I know just exactly how much this turns you on.

DAMN BABY I hear you say and I stop and smile.

I come back up with my lips bending you back just a little so to get full penetration as I set you down gently on the stool you know the one inside the shower. You really hadn’t looked at the hospital showers like this before but this is so erotic!

You feel your cock hitting the back of my throat, so hot now the deeper and harder I suck you feel like Cumming, but I just keep going knowing you’re loving every minute of the moment. The harder I suck and the faster I go, you know you’re about ready to shoot your wad right here in my wanting mouth, so I stop, and started kissing you ever so softly and passionately.

I motion for you to step into the shower under the running water, it is warm and feels so good running down between our bodies. The water is hitting your back as I massage your entire body because you’re a little sore from lying in that hard bed the last couple days, but feeling more tired of being alone and horny.

I pull back letting you pleasure me for I can see in your eyes that exactly what you’re wanting to do. You lean down and lick my nipples as your other hand finds my hot pussy. Üsküdar Escort Even though we’re in the shower you can still feel how wet and hot my pussy is!

As you are fondling my wetness I’m giving you licks and kisses talking really dirty to you softly in your ear. I’m saying how being here with you like this sparks things inside me I haven’t felt for a very long time. You kiss me telling me you’re going to take me right here right now.

You gently bend my head down and position me in front of you and enter my hotness! You’re starting to shake at he knees because you’re still a little weak. This is getting you so pumped your holding my long blonde hair gently but firmly just to keep your balance as you drive your throbbing cock harder and harder into me.

You can hear your balls slapping my ass in the wetness of the water. Its driving you crazy feeling my hair between your fingers as you tug just a little harder it excites you a little more with each thrust. Feeling my hard nipples between one hand with your thumb and forefinger. You let go of my hair and slide your hand down my back just between my ass cheeks grabbing my ass tighter and giving me a couple more swift spats of the ass, which does nothing, more than heighten your mood!

Droplets of warm water splatter our faces, feeling the water trickle down between our bodies as you were spanking my ass makes you drive into me harder and harder and a lot deeper. Deep inside my hotness I feel you hard cock pulsing and thrusting into me. You’re driving your cock so deep into my pussy you think you can definitely feel the bottom, knowing it will drive you over the edge and I stop abruptly and say “Where does it hurt baby” just before I feel you Cumming inside me.

This was written for the one man in my life who completes me…When all I’d find was Mr. Wrong he was my Mr. Right but he got lost looking for me…. Then one day an angel dropped him out of the sky like a wild twister but right in my lap from OZ.

Licks & Kisses,

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After the previous fun I had with both Frank and William (Bill), Mike and I had a long and serious chat.

We talked things over about how I enjoy having fun with my two older friends and about why Mike has such a thing about me not fucking them.

After a long and steamy chat and then fucking session we came to a joint decision.

This is how Saturday 26th March 2011 went.

Mike was due away on Sunday for a trip down to England.

After our chat he decided to leave a day earlier on the Saturday afternoon. I hurriedly informed Frank of this.

Frank made sure that Bill was aware Mike was going away and that I had told him I was keen to see the two of them again.

Frank and I were keeping up our pretense of Mike not knowing anything ; of me being ‘the cheating wife.’

This gets us all immensely turned on.

Saturday morning came and Mike packed.

In the afternoon at about 3 pm Bill arrived downstairs at Franks, they knew what time Mike was leaving.

I saw Mike off at his car an hour later, giving him a kiss goodbye and whispering to him not to worry, telling him how much I love him.

On Mike getting into the car both Frank and Bill, ‘accidentally’ popped out into the garden at the same time. They both spoke to Mike, asking where he was going etc.

I moved into the garden behind the wall at our front. Still talking to Mike and the two guys.

As I stood behind the wall, and as Bill spoke to Mike, he was at the same time rubbing my arse with his hand, feeling my cheeks and reaching around to rub the front of my jeans with his fingers.

He was doing so thinking Mike was totally unaware, again me being the younger, tarty, cheating wife.

Mike drove off and we all went inside. As soon as I was in the front door of our shared hallway Bill shoved me gently against the wall.

He planted a long, wet sloppy kiss on me and continued where he had left off rubbing my crotch of my jeans.

“Jesus Bill,” I said. “Mike might have seen you.” Again keeping up the pretense.

“No he wouldn’t,” was Bills curt reply. “Your’e fucking hot down there already aren’t you?” gesturing to his hand rubbing over my fanny area of my jeans.

“I’m getting wet already I know,” I shamefully responded.

“That’s my girl,” Bill replied.

Frank was standing beside us keenly egging Bill on. “Oh shes gorgeous eh Bill, what an arse in those jeans eh, what a pair of legs.”

“Yes she is and shes fucking dirty too,” was Bills filthy reply. “her fucking husband’s just gone and the young fuckers already Bostancı Escort wet from me rubbing her off.”

“I hope I’m gonna get wetter,” was my dirty reply.

“You can fucking bet on it,” Bill said as he stopped rubbing me.

“Now lets get inside and get this young tart really horny Frank.”

Frank looked at me smiling.

“I’m gonna get changed for you both first, ” I said.”What would you like me to wear?”

“As little as possible,” was Bills eager response. “A pair of stockings and your sluttiest heels maybe,what do you think Frank?”

Frank responded by nodding.”Pointless wearing too much Anna love, I reckon it would be off pretty quickly!”

I smiled, and as the two of them went into Franks I went upstairs.

Once there I text messaged Mike and let him know things had begun. I simply put…

‘Love you, the two of them are so horny. They have felt me up and now I’m getting changed’

Once ready I went downstairs. As I walked down the shared flight of stairs, I could feel my fanny leaking my cum already. I rang Franks doorbell rather than just entering and waited for him to let me in.

Frank answered and once the door was opened he called on Bill.

“Come and see this Bill,” he shouted back into his flat.

Bill quickly came to the door. He leered at me as I stood back brazenly leaning against the wall outside.

“You look fucking gorgeous,you dirty bitch.” Bill told me as his eyes devoured me.

I was stood with these two guys, each in their seventies staring at me.

I was ‘dressed’ in only my highest heels and a pair of black suspender style tights. Nothing else.

“Can I come in please?” I coyly asked.

“Only if you promise to be a very naughty girl,” Bill mockingly said.

“Oh I promise!” I said.

We went in, Frank and Bill both feeling my arse up as we did so.

Once in Frank got us all a drink.

“I’ve really been desperate to see you both again,” I shamefully admitted to them.

“I’ve been wanking about you non stop,” Bill told me. “My wife thinks she’s done something. I keep getting a stiffy all the time, she told me to stop being so dirty the other day.”

“If she could only see what you are up to now,” I flashed back at him.

“You both ready for me then?” I then teasingly asked.

“More than ready,” was both their eager responses.

With this we all moved toward each other and the two of them began licking and nibbling my titties.

“You gonna put some porn on Frank,” Bill asked. “I bet Anna would love to get dirty Kadıköy Escort while it was playing.”

“Oh yes please,” was my simple reply.” I really want to be so fucking naughty with you both today.”

“All day?” Bill asked.

“All fucking day and night,” I said in return.

I was now really getting wet and feeling incredibly turned on.

Frank moved away to put a DVD on. Bill kept sucking my right tit.

I parted my legs as I stood for him. He dipped a finger down to my cunt and easily ran it along its wet, open length.

“You’re fucking soaking you bitch,” he spat at me.

“I know,” I said.” I’m soaking for you both.”

“You dirty cow,” Bill swore at me.”You’re fucking cock mad aren’t you?”

“I’m fucking mad for yours,” I lustily replied.

Frank had returned and was now unzipping his trousers.

“Finger fuck me,” I ordered Bill.

He readily obliged and thrust a couple of his stubby fingers up me. As he did so the DVD began. It was one of Franks new amateur style ones.

I stood eagerly watching the trailer as Bill thrust his old fingers up me, nibbling on my tit as he did so. His hard cock was now evident in his pants.

Frank was now naked.

“I want you all day,” I gasped. “Can you both last all day?”

“Too right” Bill said. “I can spunk easily three or four times for you Anna,what about you Frank?”

“No problem,” he said in reply. “Oh Anna, I fucking want you so bad.”

Bill moved away and quickly took all his clothes off. Frank took his place fingering me gently as we watched the first couple sucking on screen.

“Let me suck you too,” I said to Frank.

With this I dropped to my knees, spreading my legs wide to let Bill see my glistening wet pussy as I began to suck Franks throbbing,stiff,red cock.

Bill urged me on.

“Take it deep Anna, lick his shaft, lick his end, suck it hard,” he directed me as he completely stripped off.

The phone then rang.

It was Bills wife, she began to leave a message.

All the time I was kneeling, sucking on Franks hard cock, the DVD was quickly muted as the couple on screen fucked doggy style.

Bill picked up the phone,interrupting his wife’s message.

“Sorry love, we were both in the kitchen,” he lied.

I motioned to Bill to sit down. He looked at me inquisitively and did so.

Once he had sat down I crawled like a bitch on all fours over to him. Wiggling my ass as I did so.

“I’m not sure love” Bill was saying.

I moved closer and ran my hands up his thighs…I moved closer Göztepe Escort and began to lick his inner thighs alternately.

Frank was now behind me and was lapping at my arse cheeks like a dog with his tongue.

I slowly moved up to Bills cock and began to wrap my hands around its girth. I moved my head down and flicked the tip with my tongue.

Frank was now plunging three fingers up me as I was on all fours in front of Bill.

He kept the conversation with his wife going…..

“Yes love we are going out for a pint, I may have to stay the night if that’s OK?”

I now had his full length of prick in my mouth.

I pouched it in my cheek and gazed up at him.

He smiled at me, a dirty knowing smile.

My first climax was about to be set off by Franks fingers.

I furiously came off, my mouth stuffed with Bills cock as I did so, muffling my sighs and groans.

Frank expertly used his fingers up me, pounding my open, sloppy gash whilst his other thumb was working away on my rock hard clitoris.

My cunt poured with sticky juice, my violent orgasm sending me into heaven.

“Yes we will be careful love” … Bill was saying to his wife, whilst his old, rock solid cock was bulging in my younger, tarty eager mouth.

I wanked him into my mouth furiously as my huge climax subsided.

Frank was kneeling behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at my naked lover,a man almost twice my age.

I mouthed at him…

“Fuck me.”

He stared back at me, his eyes asking ‘pardon?’

Again I mumbled softly to him.

“Fuck me, Fuck me Frank, get your cock up me now!!”

I was sucking away like mad on Bills prick and bucking my black suspender encased arse back at Frank.

Bill was smiling down at me his prick growing redder and thicker with each wank, suck and slobber of my eager mouth.

My spit ran down his cock shaft, making his stiff prick resemble a dripping candle,

Frank again looked at me in disbelief.

“Go on fuck it, fuck my cunt!” I spat the words at him.

Bill was muffling the phone with this hand and glaring at me for being so loud.

I didn’t fucking care.

I just wanted cock up me.

Frank moved closer. I could feel his body heat behind me. Feel his warmth of his body and of his thrusting, engorged prick against my nylon clad arse and wet gaping cunny lips.

I was on all fours, Bill sat in the chair with me still sucking on him. He had just finished the call from his wife. Frank was behind me, between my nylon clad legs.

I urged Frank,”Go on get it up me.”

He again asked,”Are you sure?”

I hadn’t told him of my talk with Mike, of our decision … That I could now on special occasions go the full way with both Frank and Bill … I wanted it to be a surprise for him.

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As I eagerly stroked my throbbing dick I started to forget why I was so upset. My eyes began to shut as I took one last glimpse at your unmoved stare and forgot the path that brought us here.

That path started with you brushing your teeth and complaining about Stan, the idiot in accounting. For 6 months your role as the CFO for this small, but heavily bankrolled startup occupied every ounce of your presence. Stan in Accounting, Erica in IT, Fin in Design, Gennie in Operations. They all wanted a check to validate their existence and you wrote the checks.

At first I tried to follow the politics of it all, but my own world as a writer kept me on other people’s puppet strings. A meeting in Dallas, a party in Berlin, an interview in Toronto. All good, but my focus was watered down.

So I’d try to visualize the bouts between Gennie & Stan so I could help wrestle the politics of the situation with you, but I’d miss too many episodes to try figure out each plot twist. Plot twist that you were always ten steps ahead of.

So I’d simply enjoy watching your chocolate ass shake as you tried to explain yesterday’s near implosion over the toothpaste and running water.

And for the first few months we were okay. I’d laugh while you griped about your situation and you would raise an ‘I told you so’ eyebrow when I complained about my schedule.

But we always knew that the mental duress our brains were under could be eased by a tickle here, a rub there, and happy endings for both us would ease the tension enough for us to energize our batteries. We always found a way to slow down the outside world by caressing our inner one. That’s just we kept each other ready for battle.

Then we moved to San Francisco.

We never thought that the change of scenery from Atlanta would bring much of a wrinkle considering we’d uprooted our lives twice before without a hitch. Yet somehow every little facet about our new life had a small crack that was quietly having an effect on the next facet. Going from two cars to one made sense, but it threw us off. Grocery shopping on the weekend threw off our meal planning. Doing our laundry in the basement instead of the top floor was somehow catastrophic. Every little alteration in our fabric was another stitch ready to unravel.

You’d think a move from DC to Barcelona or Barcelona to Atlanta would have caused us more headaches than these shifts in lifestyle. Yet we ran through those hurdles without lifting our head up.

This was different. And we knew Şerifali Escort it.

So we lost our rhythm. My meetings would run a day over in Detroit and conference would start a day early in Austin. My lunch plans would be open but your quarterly audit would be worse than expected. My revisions would get edited the night your office party would be the toast of the Bay.

So our toothpaste conversations wouldn’t lead to a tickle or a rub or a happy ending. Just inaudible static that we would let pass, simply worried about our individual toils.

And so came the descent.

Without having a tactical partner to diagram success we each found trouble at work. And trouble at work meant more work. And more work meant less time to diagram success. So more trouble.

And less tickles, rubs, and happy endings.

Now when we shared time together there was tension. There was silence. Not the kind you get when you’ve grown apart. The kind you get when you’re closer than you think.

Without our minds or bodies working together we were both in personal tailspins. For 2 months we only discussed meaningless bullshit. I stopped hearing about Stan & Erica. I didn’t care. You didn’t hear about Athens. You didn’t care.

Your team was starting to write their own checks and my writing was stale and contrived.

Until you ate my salad.

That salad was leftover from last night’s meeting at the museum and it was going to see me through that days lunch. But when I came home from my run I saw it was missing. Sure, there were a dozen other edible items that would have been more satisfying than that salad.

But I was planning on having that salad. You should have known that. You would have known that.

I send you a sarcastic text about taking my salad.

Ten minutes go by. No response.

Now I’m heated that you have taken my salad AND are too busy to given at least a half-ass apology.

So now I’m going to get my salad.

Already sweaty from my run, I add on another layer of sweat as I run to your building. The security guard passes me through and the elevator music starts to calm me. But five floors of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” must have been three stories too short.

Off the elevator I realize I’m lost. The staff has grown double and I only recognize the old receptionist who appears to be in an office.

“She’s in the back, corner office,” Gennise De La Ricoles, Director of Operations points out.

I may have said thanks but I’m not sure. I wanted İstanbul Escort my salad.

In that long walk down the hallway I noticed that all of the tempered glass offices were getting new treatments. The purple and blue logo was being replaced by a new shiny red one. But they weren’t green so they weren’t my damn salad.

When I turned the corner to your office, your assistant said you’d need a minute. He probably recognized me from the photo on your desk from us in Vegas. The one where we had too much wine and not enough sense.

I was just about to sit down when I saw the silhouette of you putting your feet up and reaching for a small box.

My fucking salad.

Without hesitation I walk in as Mitch – I assume that’s his name – tries to stop me and then warn you.

“He’s fine,” you tell him. “What’s up? Is the marathon today?”

“You took my salad,” I point out, starting to realize that all of this for a salad is a bit much.

“Okay…” you pause. “I told you I was taking it this morning.”

The office door clicked as Mitch

completed his ‘I’m not needed here so I’ll just let myself out’ closing of the door.

You’re sitting along the window about open the box when you notice my attitude. “Do you want this salad? That you gave me? Really?”

“Yes. Yes, I do?” I question.

“Okay. Strip!” You exclaim with a self-assured easiness that I hadn’t seen in months.

“Excuse me…” I respond clearly.

“I said strip, bitch,” you nod as a joke to our more relaxed days.

“Here?” I ask, forgetting about the salad altogether. “In your office?”

“Yes. Here. I’ve just completed the sale of this thorn in my side and my share is $28 million. So if you want any of this salad or any future salads, I suggest you get to strippin’,” you explain without a smile. “Bitch.”

“Wow. Congratulations!” I start.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me. I’ve spent the last 6 months telling fools that don’t listen what they should do in order to enjoy this moment. Those that listened are about to enjoy themselves. Those that didn’t, won’t. I just need people to fucking listen. Now strip,” you finish.

Ordinarily I would have looked around for some sort of sign from the real world that this was unreasonable. I was standing in the middle of an office building being told to undress. I wanted to look out the window to the building across the parking lot to see who was watching. I wanted to look at the tempered windows of the office to make sure I couldn’t Ümraniye Escort see out, so no one could see in.

But I didn’t take my eyes off of your eyes. You weren’t smiling. You weren’t budging. You just wanted someone to listen.

So I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shorts.

You just stared at me staring at you.

Then I took off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. I could feel my dick getting stiff in my underwear.

We just stood there staring at each other for 2 minutes.

Then I pulled down my briefs, never breaking eye contact. I wasn’t sure, but could here movement just outside of your office.

You sat up straight in your chair and I walked closer. You looked up at me and then placed your hand on my thigh.

Instinctively I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I stroked it while I stared into your eyes, and you into mine.

You never broke your stare. Never smiled. Never moved.

But I could feel the light in the room dimming from the bodies lined up outside of your office.

I could feel every wrinkle in our relationship being settled with every stroke of my growing erection. I knew that every time I felt the precum on the tip my dick that I was going to find a relaxation that has avoided me for months.

Then, without breaking eye contact, you licked your lips and spit on my dick. It was raw and cleansing. And I stroked harder. Faster. I could feel the frustration begin to buckle my knees as I continued to pull all of our ills from within.

And as I began to forget about what I had made me so upset, my eyes started to lose connection with yours. Just as my eyelids began to close I saw your eyes look down and your lips begin to part.

Ten more strokes with only your hand touching my thigh and I erupted, seeing a rainbow of colors behind my eyelids. I trembled with ease with only your hand to give me a sense of physical direction.

My body was released of a tightness that I didn’t know was there until it was gone. I was between some other world and your office, until you called me back. Not by calling my name, but by the unforgettable tone of a swallow.

My eyes immediately opened wider than they’ve ever opened before. You were still staring at my dick and I nearly collapsed.

You slowly pushed my thigh back so I could stand on my own and awaken from the trance. That’s when I noticed the room get brighter from the bodies removing themselves from the perimeter of your office.

I slowly stepped back while I recovered from the physical act itself. I never recover from each swallow.

“Now get dressed while I enjoy my salad,” you tell me, never breaking a smile. “I’ll see you at home, babe. I have a couple of other things I need you to do after I quit.”

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