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PART 1 – The Cold War

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Miley marched through the mall, drawing the eyes of every man she passed, her long spiked heels echoing against the hard floors with every step. She was wearing a blue mini-skirt that was so clingingly tight that the outline of her heart-shaped butt was on full display. The skirt was also short, extremely short, displaying nearly the entire length of Miley’s tan legs. A black baby-doll tee was equally snug, her smallish breasts straining against the form-fitting material. Ignoring all the male attention, Miley pushed a hand through her long brunette curls and strode with purpose towards a comic book store known as ‘The House of Spandex’.

She was on a mission.

Chip was working the front register when Miley walked in, and her mini-skirt nearly gave the seventeen year-old a heart attack. “Holy cow. Um, h-hey Miley.”

Miley cast her gaze around the store, “Hi sweetie, where’s Charlie?”

With his mouth hanging open in awe at how incredible Miley looked, Chip lifted a distracted finger towards the back of the store where Charlie and Theo were organizing the paperback books.

Miley’s blue eyes followed the direction of Chip’s pointing digit, spotting her boyfriend. Charlie’s tall slender frame was clad in a pair of faded black jeans, a geeky tee shirt displaying someone named ‘Colossus’, and a flannel short-sleeved shirt hanging untucked and unbuttoned.

“The X-Men movies totally sucked, man.” Theo was telling Charlie. “And that Wolverine movie was even worse. I mean, how could they… holy crap…”

Charlie glanced to Theo, who was ogling Miley as she approached the two boys.

“Hi Theo.” Miley greeted somewhat curtly, and then added, “Charlie.” in a cold tone.

“Uh, hi Miley.” Theo responded with a stupid grin.

“Hey babe.” Charlie tried.

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me, Charlie White.” Miley scowled.

Charlie winced. “I did something wrong, right?” he guessed.

“It’s been two weeks, Charlie.” Miley fumed, placing her palms at her hips. “I can’t take it anymore. I won’t take it anymore. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Hey, don’t forget this stupid embargo-bet thing was your idea.”

“Well I didn’t think you could hold out on me for two whole weeks!”

“Does that mean you’re giving in?” Charlie asked.

“No I am not giving in!” Miley snapped. “But I’m tired of using my toy and if I don’t get some real cock in me soon, I’m going to go nuts.”

“Oh jeez, um…” Theo muttered, “Maybe I should go clean the newspaper racks.”

“Stay right there Theo.” Miley instructed coolly, eyes locked on Charlie.

Theo didn’t move. “I think you two need…”

“Do you think I look sexy?” Miley interrupted Theo.

Theo swallowed nervously and glanced at Charlie, not sure how to answer that. Theo was fairly certain he’d ever seen anything sexier in his entire life, but he didn’t want to anger Charlie by saying so.

“Well?” Miley pressed, tapping her foot impatiently.

“You better answer her.” Charlie sensed Theo’s trepidation. “When she gets like this I start to fear for my life.”

Miley narrowed an angry glare at Charlie’s mirth, letting him know she didn’t appreciate his levity.

“Yeah, Miley, I think you look sexy.” Theo admitted. “Like, seriously sexy.”

Miley continued to stare at Charlie, “Good. Because when I leave this store I am going to ask the first guy who looks at me if he wants to go underwear shopping.”

“Underwear shopping?” Theo sounded as though he were ready to volunteer.

“That’s right.” Miley confirmed. “I’ll tell him I seem to have lost the pair I was wearing. If I can’t get laid by my own boyfriend, I’m betting I can find someone else in this mall willing to do the job.”

Charlie gave Miley a dubious look and didn’t believe her for a minute. “Whatever. You’d never go through with it.”

“Oh yeah?” Miley’s tone was deathly serious. “Just watch me, buster.”

“I’ll take you underwear shopping.” Theo interjected.

Charlie swatted Theo’s shoulder with the back of his fist.

Miley continued her ultimatum. “Are you sure you don’t want to give in, Charlie?”

A smug smirk was Charlie’s reply. “I know you, Miley. You wouldn’t cheat on me.”

“Whatever.” Miley spun, feigning sudden disinterest. Charlie got a view of her backside in that tight skirt as she strutted towards the store’s exit.

Theo stood in shock at the drama of it all. “You won’t have sex with her? Are you an idiot, Charlie?”

“It’s not like that.” Charlie said. “We made a bet, to see who could hold out the longest. Miley wouldn’t cheat on me. She won’t go through with it; I just have to call out her bluff.”

“You’re nuts, man. I’d lose any bet in the world to have sex with her.” Theo declared.

Charlie glared at his co-worker.

“I’m just saying…” Theo shrugged.

“Hey Chip!” Charlie called towards the register, “Can you see Miley outside the store?”

Chip leaned to look through the store’s large front window, out to the mall. “Yeah?”

“What’s she doing?” Charlie asked.

“She’s talking escort şişli to some guy.” Chip answered.

Charlie dashed through the book aisle towards the front of the store.

Theo followed hot on Charlie’s heels, “Oh man, I can’t miss this!”

Charlie hopped over the counter to join Chip at the register, peering through the window and spotting Miley right away. She was smiling and talking to a man that Charlie guessed was in his late twenties.

Theo bumped into Charlie as he rushed to join his friends and get a view of the mall outside. “Uh oh.” he said, “I bet she’s telling him right now about losing her underwear.”

“Shut up Theo.” Charlie warned, no longer as confident that Miley was bluffing.

“Miley’s not wearing any underwear?” Chip wondered.

“Can either of you read lips?” Charlie wondered.

Theo squinted, trying to make out Miley’s words. “I think she’s talking about a ‘store’. Oh snap! I bet she’s asking him to go to the underwear store with her.”

“Miley’s not wearing any underwear?” Chip asked again, feeling lost.

“Would you guys stop talking about my fiancé’s underwear?” Charlie sounded frustrated.

“You better get out there Charlie.” Theo advised. “Or she won’t be your fiancée for much longer.”

“She’d never go through with it.” Charlie sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “She’s just trying to trick me into giving in and having sex with her.”

“I don’t think so.” Theo replied as he watched Miley and the man she was talking to walk away together. “It looks like she’s tricking that guy into having sex with her.”

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“Do you think I look fat?” Stacy asked, standing sideways to her bedroom mirror and looking at her own naked body in profile.

Brian glanced from where he stood near the bed, fastening his pants “A little.”

“What?!” Stacy exclaimed, twisting a glance towards the bed. “Are you serious???”

“I-I mean, no, not fat.” Brian stammered. “It’s just, I mean, you’re starting to get a little tummy.”

“Great.” Stacy sighed, turning back towards the mirror. “God… I think my boobs are getting bigger too.”

“Um, Stace… isn’t that supposed to happen? You are pregnant, after all.” Brian looked around for his shirt. “You look beautiful.”

Stacy smiled, pushing a hand through her long blonde hair. “Yeah?”

Brian nodded, then walked behind Stacy and slipped his arms around her.

“Will you still think I’m beautiful in about six months when I’m all round and bloated?” Stacy asked, watching their reflection in the mirror.

“Probably.” Brian answered, smoothing his palms over Stacy’s stomach. “I’ve thought you were beautiful since middle school.”

Stacy grinned. “Who would have thought we’d end up together, huh?”

“I’m happy we did.” Brian kissed her neck, softly.

“Me too.” Stacy replied. “I’m glad we worked this out, Brian. I’m really proud of you, you know? For standing by me and being so supportive. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

“It’s kind of funny though…” Brian started.

“What?” Stacy inquired.

“Have you ever noticed that when things are going well between us, they go bad for Charlie and Miley?”

“Oh god, I know, right?” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Miley has been calling me every night for the last two weeks, complaining about some stupid sex-embargo and telling me how horny she is. That girl is driving me nuts.”

Brian laughed, “It’s the same with Charlie.”

“We have been suffering their drama ever since the first time they hooked up.” Stacy declared. “It’s like a fucking soap opera. Promise me we won’t be like that?”

“I promise.” Brian assured, glancing at Stacy’s clock/radio. “Shit, I better get back to work. My lunch hour is almost over.”

Stacy turned in Brian’s arms, pecking a kiss to his lips. “Thanks for coming over and giving me some nooky.”

“Are you kidding?” Brian laughed. “Any time.”

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Charlie roamed swiftly but cautiously through the mall, keeping a lookout for Miley and trying to be sneaky. He didn’t want her to spot him and discover she had made him jealous, but at the same time he wanted to know if she was still with that guy she was talking to. He hated leaving the comic store while he was on shift, but Chip and Theo had things under control and there was no way he was going to let some stranger get with Miley.

Reaching the lingerie shop, Charlie leaned against a wall and peered through the store’s front display window. He spotted Miley inside immediately, and she was still with that guy. Charlie watched them like a hawk as they wandered around the store together, looking at various female undergarments. Is it possible she would actually go through with it, Charlie wondered?

Then, as Miley stood near a table display of underwear, the man put his hand at the small of her back and pointed out a particular pair. Charlie’s blood began to boil with jealousy. He stormed through the store’s entrance towards Miley and her new friend, fists clenched at his sides.

“Get away from her!” Charlie hollered, and as the man turned escort beşiktaş around Charlie swung a punch right at his face.

Miley shrieked as the man’s head snapped to the side from the impact of Charlie’s jealousy-fueled fist. He fell backwards into the table of underwear, which shattered under the weight of his fall.

“Charlie!!! What are you doing?!?”

“I can’t believe you!” Charlie yelled at Miley, “You were going to sleep with this guy?”

“Of course not!” Miley screamed back. “This is Tony, he works here! He’s been selling me underwear from this store since I was sixteen!”

“Wait, you know this guy?” Charlie was confused.

“Of course I do!” Miley explained, “I ran into him outside the comic store and he said they just got a new line of lingerie in, and he wanted to show me.”

“Oh shit.” Charlie looked down at Tony, who was lying in a pile of splintered table and lacy bikinis, rubbing his jaw. “Oh man, I’m so sorry.” He reached down to offer Tony a helping hand.

“I can’t believe you hit him.” Miley folded her arms across her chest, leveling a stern expression upon Charlie. “Have you gone completely insane?”

“I’m guessing this is the boyfriend you always tell me so much about?” Tony took Charlie’s hand and rose to his feet.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry.” Charlie apologized again, “I had no idea, I assumed you were trying to hit on her and I thought…”

“It’s okay.” Tony lifted a hand. “I understand, I think.” He looked towards another one of the sales people. “It’s okay, everything is okay. No need to call security.”

“Tony, I’m sorry too.” Miley said. “This is partly my fault. I kind of told Charlie a fib to make him jealous. I’ll pay for the damages. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tony assured them. “That’s a hell of a right hook you got there, Charlie.”

“I feel like such an idiot.” Charlie lamented.

“Don’t worry about it, my wife makes me crazy sometimes too.” Tony patted Charlie’s shoulder. “Tell you what, you two can make it up to me by buying something really expensive and padding my commission.”

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Miley walked with Charlie towards the comic shop, carrying a large bag of purchased items from the lingerie store. “I can’t believe you actually thought I’d sleep with another guy, Charlie.”

“You said you were going to!” Charlie defended himself, “You sounded pretty serious.”

“I was only trying to make you jealous so you’d stick your cock in me!”

“Well it worked.” Charlie replied. “Making me jealous, that is. Not the cock-sticking part.”

“You are so infuriating, Charlie!” Miley growled. “I can’t believe you’ve held out this long.”

“I’m a little surprised too.” Charlie grinned. “But there’s no way I’m losing our bet, not after I’ve held out this long.”

“Oh my god.” Miley threw up her hands in frustration as they reached the House of Spandex. “I can’t take it anymore. Come over to my apartment after you get off work.”

Charlie blinked with surprise. “You’re giving up?”

“Yes!” Miley’s face clenched in defeat. “Yes, I’m giving up, okay? You win, Charlie. I can’t take it anymore. I need to get fucked by something other than my dildo.”

“You agree to be my slave for a whole day, to do whatever I want?”

“Yes, yes, anything…” Miley nodded. “Just come over right after work, okay?”

“I’ll be there, doll.” Charlie leaned to kiss Miley’s cheek, and then left her to finish his shift.

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“He did what?” Stacy’s voice came through Miley’s cell phone, which was set on speaker-mode.

“I swear to God. Charlie hit him so hard the poor guy fell through a table.” Miley replied, sitting on her couch and painting her toenails.

“That’s actually kind of romantic.” Stacy said.

“Yeah.” Miley grinned. “But I had to buy three hundred dollars worth of lingerie to make it up to Tony, I felt so bad.”

“Serves you right.” Stacy chided. “You were playing with fire when you tried to make Charlie jealous. But at least it will be over soon and I won’t have to hear you complain how horny you always are.”

“Have I been that bad?” Miley asked.

“Worse.” Stacy replied.

“I’m sorry hon.” Miley apologized, dipping her brush into the polish. “Charlie just makes me so crazy sometimes.”

“I know.” Stacy replied. “That’s love for you.”

“So how are things with you and Brian, still hot and heavy?”

“Ever since that night I went out with Adrian.” Stacy said. “You were right, you know.”

“Of course I was right.” Miley paused then. “Wait, right about what?”

“About Brian being just like Charlie, and treating me like a queen. He’s been so great.”

“Brian’s a doll.” Miley said. “I’m happy you guys finally worked things out.”

“He wants to get married.” Stacy said in a hesitant tone.

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of sweet. He thinks we should do it before the baby is born.”

“What did you say?” Miley asked.

“I told him I don’t want a shotgun wedding. I said we should wait until we both know it’s right, and if that’s after the baby is born escort beyoğlu then so be it.”

“So you do want to marry him.” Miley giggled happily.

“Maybe.” Stacy said, and Miley could hear a smile in her best friend’s tone. “I do love him, and I think he’ll make a great father. But don’t say anything to Charlie, okay? I want Brian to sweat it just a little.”

“I won’t say a word.” Miley promised. “But I better go, Charlie will be off work soon and I need to pick out some lingerie.”

“Oh lord. Okay love, have fun. Get laid.”

Miley grinned. “Love you.”

After reaching for her phone and hanging up, Miley stuck cotton balls between her toes. She walked on her heels towards the bedroom and started looking through the assortment of naughty goodies she bought at the store earlier that day. “Now what should I wear…”

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Two weeks isn’t that long to go without sex, Charlie told himself. After all, he’d gone his entire freshman year at Brown when he and Miley were apart. Still, he couldn’t get to her apartment fast enough. Parking his car on the street outside, Charlie hurried to the door. After Stacy had moved out, Miley gave Charlie Stacy’s key so he could come and go as he pleased. After unlocking the front door, Charlie practically sprinted up a flight of stairs and down the hall towards Miley’s apartment.

He almost fell over at the sight which greeted him.

“Hey big guy.” Miley greeted Charlie as he walked through the door. She was sitting on the couch, fully naked, with her legs propped up on a coffee table and crossed at the ankles.

“Damn.” Charlie remarked.

“I wanted to turn you on with some sexy lingerie, but I couldn’t decide what to wear. But then I remembered you haven’t gotten laid in a while, so that big dick of yours probably gets hard in a slight breeze. Do you like my birthday suit?”

“Damn.” Charlie repeated. “Do you want me to…?”

“Let me put it to you this way, Charlie.” Miley leveled a frank look at him. “Fuck me now or never fuck me again.”

“Right.” Charlie agreed, stripping out of his clothes quickly on the way towards Miley and the couch.

Lifting her legs off the coffee table, Miley laid back as Charlie’s weight pressed against her body. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a heated embrace. They kissed like two starved lovers who had been denied one another far too long. Feeling his hard-on poking between her legs, Miley reached between their bodies to help facilitate Charlie’s efforts.

Both of them breathed in a sharp intake of air as a third of Charlie’s considerable length slid easily into Miley’s damp sex. They looked into each others eyes, each wearing expressions of lust mingled with affection. Charlie started to slowly slide his cock back and forth, penetrating Miley’s sex a little deeper with each thrust.

“Make love to me later.” Miley whispered, cupping Charlie’s cheek. “Fuck me right now.”

“Got it. ” Rising to his knees, Charlie lifted Miley’s legs so that her ankles could hang over his shoulders, bent at the knee.

“That’s it baby.” Miley encouraged, looking up at him from her back. “Get it inside me; then give me a good fucking.” With her legs spread and draped over him that way, Charlie was able to work nearly his entire length into her. Miley started moaning in pleasure from the penetration, which caused her toes to curl. “Oh my god you’re so deep already.”

Charlie placed his hands at the bottom of Miley’s thighs and pushed her legs back, leaning his body forward. This effectively folded Miley in half, almost like a lawn chair, forcing her knees to press against her breasts. The weight of Charlie’s body held her in place.

“I can feel you in my tummy.” Miley gasped and her eyes fluttered from the sensation of Charlie filling her tight canal. “You’re so fucking deep, so big.”

Driving with his legs and using the arm of the couch for leverage, Charlie began to thrust hard into Miley. “Does it feel good baby?”

“Yes.” Miley whimpered, “I needed it so bad. I know I’m a horny slut, Charlie. I can’t help it. I’m addicted to your big cock. Tell me. Tell me how naughty I am.”

“You’re the horniest slut I’ve ever met.” Charlie said, his hips slapping against Miley’s ass cheeks.

“More… tell me more, talk dirty to me baby.” Miley begged. “Tell me what a slut I am.”

“You’re a naughty whore, aren’t you?”

“Oh god.” Miley quivered. “Yes!”

“A filthy whore…” Charlie continued, “But you don’t want money, do you?”

Miley shook her head. It was the only thing she could move, with her body folded up and pinned as it was.

“Tell me what you want.” Charlie demanded.

“I want cock.” Miley gasped wantonly, aroused by their dirty talk.

“What do you want?” Charlie encouraged, “Say it louder.”

“Oh fuck.” Miley gasped, incredibly turned on. “I want cock, baby. I want your big cock…”

“Louder!”

“I want cock!” Miley admitted loudly, “I’m a whore for your cock, Charlie!”

“You’re such a nasty slut, Miley.” Charlie played along, watching Miley moan and writhe beneath him. Her pussy was soaked through from their dirty talk, the fluids leaking down the crack of her ass and lubricating Charlie’s swift thrusts. “You’re willing to give me your body, to be my slave for a whole day, just to get some cock in you, aren’t you?”

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[In her story “The Amenity Project,” Softly told a sweet, sexy, funny story of four women who designed to “protect” their sons who are just starting college from a group of predaceous junior college girls intending to get the boys make them pregnant in order to entrap them into marriage. Knowing that “boys will be boys,” the women (naturally ) decided that the only way to save the boys was to keep them so well fucked they wouldn’t have time for the junior college girls.

The plan was that each woman would seduce her son’s three friends but one boy had three roommates, so each woman ended up helping keep six boys out of “harm’s way!” It’s four years later now and, with Softly’s permission, we catch up with the women of the Amenity Project on what may be their final meeting.]

Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friendly’s smiled as the saw the group enter. Yep, it was Monday, the day these women always came in to spend a few hours. It was some kind of club he knew, although no business ever seemed to be transacted. Instead the women ordered Margaritas and told each other hilarious stories. Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from snippets and body language, it was clear they were telling each other about the men they were sleeping with, maybe younger men, maybe more than one younger man each.

Charlie could understand how they did it; they were very attractive women. They actually looked better now than four years ago when they first started coming here. Although he guessed they were all in their early forties, they could pass for ten years younger, mainly from the way they looked and dressed. Now they all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most of their upper-story assets.

By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the after-work customers started to arrive, there were four slightly soused sexy housewives. Charlie never doubted there were going to be an equal number of very happy husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to “get to know” one of these women better. Seeing them always made him hard. If he could have overheard their conversation this day, he would have exploded.

A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene, might have noticed something different about today’s meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but rather an espresso, latte, tisane, or lemonade. For another, the group was strangely subdued.

“Well, we did it,” Karen Poplowski said with a somewhat forced smile.

“Yes,” Sara Huberman nodded. “All four graduated, all with good GPA’s, and no shotgun weddings.”

“I should think not, each one with three women to encourage him with his studies …” added Vicki Vanclette

“When we weren’t screwing him silly.” Hanna Jurasec interrupted. The women laughed.

“Now they are all leaving for jobs at corporate plants and offices all over the country, Karen said, sadly.

“Amazing! We’ve been fucking six college boys for four years and our husbands never suspected a thing” Vicki chuckled.

“Why should they?” Sara asked. “I found having affairs with your sons plus Walter Vanclette’s three roommates made me feel so good about my self, so sexy, I was coming on to my husband all the time. Ralph’s been getting more sex than since we were newlyweds. He can’t stop grinning long enough to be suspicious.

“If they weren’t men, the sex itself would have made our husbands suspicious,” Vicki snorted. “Who ever heard of women our age wanting sex with our husbands!”

There was chuckle and then a lull in the conversation as if everyone had something else to say but was reluctant to say it. Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out. “Donald didn’t suspect either, and yes probably because I was making love to him like crazy, but I still felt bad. I was cheating.”

Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen continued. “Maybe you didn’t feel that way, but I did. When I came in all those nights full of boy cum, tired but still horny, Donald always made love to me so trustingly, even eating me afterward the way I like it, never dreaming he was cleaning up after several randy twenty year olds. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my Jimmy would soon be gone and Donald and I would have a big empty house to ourselves.”

Several lascivious grins indicated Giresun Escort that the other women had thought the same thing and had ideas about how to take advantage of the time alone with their husbands. Karen started to smile herself.

“So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald for letting me have fun with six young studs for four years, even if he didn’t know it. When I thought about it, there wasn’t any doubt what I should do. At the next right time when we were about to start making love I stopped him before he put on the condom and asked him if he still wanted us to start a second family he’d been pestering me about. He snorted like a horny buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, said yes, yes, he had been dreaming for years about getting me pregnant again, about seeing my pretty tummy bulging with his baby. He even said why didn’t I start on those fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I just laughed and said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks if he wasn’t in a hurry, but I had a very sticky flow this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend. I thought he might want to ‘get started right away.'”

“Did he ever! He hardly let me out of bed until Monday. When we weren’t fucking, he had my ass propped up with pillows to keep the semen in and spent hours eating me to climax after climax. He did it partly because he was so happy I’d relented about not having more babies after so many years but more because he’d heard orgasms promote conception.”

“Since then, it’s all Donald can talk about. He wants to go shopping for maternity dresses with me. He’s established TWO 529 college tuition accounts and is talking about adding a nursery to the house if we don’t sell and “move into something bigger.” Apparently he has gotten the idea that we’ll be having at least three more. Anyway, yesterday I went to my OBGYN and after a severe look for getting pregnant “at my age” she told me everything looked fine for a delivery next spring.”

Karen stopped as if she had run out of gas. Looking around, she was surprised not to be greeted by congratulation or scorn or mockery. Instead, Sara spoke up. “I hadn’t thought about it that way. Maybe it was the “empty next” feeling, as you said. That and regret that soon I’ll have only one loving husband rather than one loving husband AND six horny college boys to fuck.” There were sympathetic nods around the table. “Especially Josh.” Josh’s mother, Vicki, blushed.

“All the boys are nice and great lovers, but Josh is so gentle, so considerate, I knew I was going to miss him terribly. In some crazy way I wanted to hold on to him, not let him leave me.” Vicki frowned. “Oh I know, he has a brilliant career ahead of him at corporate headquarters; I’d never do anything to hold him back, but I did want to keep a part of Josh with me.”

“I thought about not telling him, but I couldn’t be dishonest, so one night last month when he was already in me, bringing me to one wonderful orgasm after another, I asked him if he would like me to have his baby. It was hardly fair; he was pretty far gone when I told him I had removed my cervical cap and that I was probably fertile that night. If he didn’t want to put a baby in me, he’d better pull out.”

The other women gasped.

“I needn’t have worried. Josh almost sobbed with joy. He said he’d been dreaming of being able to knock me up since the first night I took him to our lake cottage. He said I’d be the most beautiful, the sexiest new mother in the world and he would be very proud for me to have his baby. Even as he was moaning his agreement, he was fucking me faster and faster. Instinctively I locked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me. He couldn’t have pulled out if he’d wanted to. Josh roared when his orgasm overtook him and I came too, feeling his hot young sperm spew into my fertile womb.”

“We lay locked together like rutting dogs for several minutes when, wonder of wonders, I felt him getting hard again. I teased him about being a bad boy for wanting to fuck a pregnant woman. That set him off. He fucked me twice more without removing his cock from me for an instant. We have continued to have unprotected sex but I’m sure that first flood of potent young semen did it for me. An EPT this morning showed I’m pregnant. Ralph was rather surprised that we’d had a ‘little accident,’ but he’s so proud to have me pregnant again, he’ll never suspect a thing.”

Now it was Sara’s turn to be surprised at the lack of surprise, even from Vicki. Only Hanna seemed aghast at Sara’s deliberate cuckolding of her husband. “I swore him to secrecy, of course, and you mustn’t tell either. It has to remain just between us.”

“Well, Giresun Escort Bayan that explains what happened to me. Josh must have told Walter he’d knocked you up,” Vicky said.

“Oh no! He promised,” Sara sighed.

“Oh, come on Sara. He is only human,” Vicki sighed. “You can’t expect a college boy who has just impregnated a woman twenty years older than he, especially one a sexy as you, not to brag, can you?”

“Walter told you that?” Sara asked, distraught.

“No, but he must have gotten the idea from Josh. I was with Walter what must have been only a few days after you let Josh make you pregnant. Walter was fucking me good — he always fucks me good.” She looked at Vicki gratefully. “Suddenly he slowed down and asked if I would remember him when he was gone. Between gasps I said of course I would — who can forget a cock like his? I was close to another orgasm and in no mood for conversation. He looked down at me grinning and asked if I was sure I didn’t want a little souvenir of our time together.”

“I wasn’t too far gone for a little red alarm light to go on in my almost fucked-out brain. What did he mean, I asked. He said he wanted to give me a baby to remember him by before he went away. I started crying and telling him I couldn’t do that to Anthony, but he paid no attention, continuing to fuck me into semi coherence. Then he stopped completely and pulled out. I thought I’d changed his mind, but an evil smile told me I was wrong. He said I WOULD have something to remember him by, but I could choose what. Then he pulled out photos of us fucking. These were no romantic couplings and they sure didn’t look like rape. Somehow Walter had pictures of me on my stomach, ass in air as he pounded me from behind. Another showed him, or someone, giving it to me on my back with my heels in the air. There were several of me in the middle of an orgasm, my mouth open and eyes closed us and Walter’s schlong buried balls deep in my married pussy. There were shots of me naked except for my heels, playing with my pussy, obviously posing for him. Walter said these and many more like it were all on a file that he would e-mail to my husband so we ‘both could remember him.'”

I was lost and asked him what I had to do. He said he knew I’d had my period about 10 days ago, so he wanted me to go to a hotel with him the coming weekend. He would to check to make sure I did not have my diaphragm in. I knew it was too late to start on the pill and besides, he pointed out, if I didn’t get pregnant, he could still send the pictures. As luck would have it his calculations were right on; the morning of my blackmailed breeding I was as wet and slick as ever in my life. Walter was in the room he had reserved and he didn’t waste time when I arrived stripping me and warming me up. I hated what he was forcing me to do, but I responded to his kisses as I always do, like a bitch in heat. I was gushing after only minutes of him playing with my tits. I felt his fingers in my pussy. He was arousing me, but I knew he was also making sure I had no birth control in me.”

“When he was sure I was vulnerable he shoved me on the bed and pulled out his cock. Brandishing it at me he asked if I was ready to have him give me his baby. I shook my head no, but he just laughed and said I would be once he started fucking me. I closed my eyes, trying not to think, trying not to show any emotion when he slid his giant cock into me. I failed. The first gasp rapidly became heavy rapid breathing as my body responded to his incessant pounding.”

“As my first orgasm approached he asked me again if I wanted him to keep fucking me, giving me his baby. I tried to protest, tried to say no but at that moment it hit me, a wave of ecstasy that turned my resisted to complicity. He asked again and I said yes, yes, yes I wanted a baby. To my shame, I begged him, begged him to fuck me, begged him to knock me up with his bastard child. Satisfied he bellowed, stiffened and I felt jets of liquid fire shoot into me. I orgasmed again as well as he collapsed on top of me.”

“Before I could recover Walter’s roommates had entered and were pushing Walter aside, calling for their turn. Again I tried to protest but it was useless. Almost as soon as Walter pulled out, one of the another boy was in me. The were all so excited at knocking up a married woman the lasted only minutes before adding their seed to Walter’s. Only minutes, but enough to make me come like a runaway freight train. They continued for hours, each fucking me three or four times, climaxing me again and again. There was no way I could not be pregnant from that cumload. When I made love to Anthony that night he thought Escort Giresun I was crying for happiness at “our” sudden decision to have another baby.”

Vicki surveyed her sympathetic friends. “You won’t even know who the farther is, will you?” Karen asked. Sadly Vicki shook her head. The women noticed that Hanna was not looking very sympathetic.

“My, my, my! Haven’t we all been naughty?” Hanna smirked. “Karen was so guilty about letting six college boys fuck her silly, she let her longsuffering husband put a baby in her middle aged tummy! Sara was so infatuated with her twenty-year old lover, she just “had” to let him give her his baby. Vicky, who started her career with the Amenity Project pulling a train, gets pregnant at a free-fuck-for-all gang bang and may the best sperm win! By the way, as my Billy tells it, Vicki was not so reluctant s she says. She went wild, demanding that they knock her up, taunting them to pump more baby-making semen into her fertile pussy. If she hadn’t kept drinking until she passed out, she’ still be there.” Vicki blushed.

“Well, girls, I’ve been naughty, too, but I’m sure as hell not sorry about it. Billy told me about Sara and Vicki getting pregnant a month or so ago one night while we were making love,”

Three jaws dropped open but no sounds came out of the mouths of the astounded women.

“Oh, yes, I’ve been fucking my son since, well, lets just say he never experienced the traumas of other junior high boys, wanting to fuck his teachers, his friends’ mothers, sexy high school girls, supermarket checkers, women in the church choir, and every other woman from 18-65. I was keeping Billy’s prick limp all by myself too well for him to fall for one of those junior college sluts, , but I played along to avoid suspicion.”

“But hearing that Sara and Vicki were going to be having little bastards gave me a wonderfully nasty idea.”

Three pairs of wide eyes grew even wider.

“I must say, 4.0 or no, Billy may not have the initiative to claw his way up the corporate hierarchy. Even after helping Vicki get an baby in her belly, it didn’t occur to the big ungrateful sap that his horny Mommy might want to get pregnant, too.”

“Of course I didn’t let that stand in my way. A night or so later when he had fucked me to a few nice orgasms and was getting ready to fill a condom with his baby juice, I told him I had made a little pin hole in it and that if he didn’t stop, he might knock me up. He actually slowed down! I was disappointed, of course, that he had not been fantasizing about making a baby with his sexy mother like most healthy adolescent boys, but I wasn’t concerned. I just ‘warned’ him that he weren’t careful, he was going to pump his baby-making sperm in my fertile pussy, He could make me pregnant, blow up my belly with his baby, make my tits get big with milk for a little brother or sister.”

“I could feel his cock in me grow harder and I continued to taunt him, telling him what a bad boy he was for wanting to cuckold his Daddy, wanting to put a baby in his Mommy’s married pussy, probably wishing he could nurse from my milk-swollen breasts! That did it! He trumpeted like a rogue bull elephant and slammed his delicious prick in me and erupted. I felt the rush of scalding jizz, the sabotaged condom failing perfectly. It was like a geyser spewing his baby making sperm into my pussy. I already had visions of Fred and me seeing him off at the airport, me in sexy mini-maternity dress already starting to show.”

For a few seconds there was a stunned silence, then Sara started t laugh. “My god! Four pregnant, middle aged housewives, soon to be without our young lovers! What are we going to do? I remember when I was pregnant with Walter how horny I was. Ralph could hardly keep up with me then; now he’s barely good for once a night! I’ll be climbing the walls!”

Karen scooted closer and ran her hand under Sara’s skirt. “Well,” she grinned, we have each other.”

Vicki grinned. “Yes, having a woman’s tongue in my puss, and vice versa, will be a pleasant diversion, but I for one knew I’d need hard male cock to keep me sane. I was already beginning to cast lustful glances at any man who walked near me.”

Vicki looked down, She squirmed in her seat. She went to say something, then stopped. She looked up.

Sara observed the movements and said, “You have something to tell us?”

Her eyes went from woman to woman. “So I did something about it. Last Saturday night, I just had to go out — to the “Red Rooster” lounge. I danced with several the Kappa Sigma guys from State. I came on to them and suggested I would like to spend some time with them. They took me to their frat house and then they took me — all of them. They were pretty tired when we finished, but told me to come back anytime. Care to join me?”

Sara, Karen, and Hanna exchanged glances.

Karen smiled at Vicki as she said, “Charlie, check please.”

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Linda decided to push things further and stood up to check out the tattoo gun that Evan was changing the ink on. In doing so, she rubbed her hard left nipple across his cheek and bumped it into his eye. Evan pulled back suddenly and cried out.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” he apologized, despite that fact that Linda had actually sexually assaulted HIM, not the other way around.

Linda pretended she hadn’t noticed any of it, nor heard his apology.

“Where did you learn all this?” she inquired.

Evan, to his credit, recovered quickly. “Um, mostly self-taught, ma’am.” Linda liked hearing him call her Ma’am while she stood half naked in front of him.

“I have a friend who is a tattoo artist,” he continued, “and taught me some of the basics. He also gave me his old equipment to start with. I learned a lot watching videos online and practicing on myself.” He gestured with his head to the tats on his arms. He was happy to be talking about something to keep himself from eyeing her nude body. Linda wasn’t going to make that easy, though.

Linda saw a tattoo of a skull on his arm and made her next move. Under the guise of getting closer to check it out, she put her pantied crotch right against the arm closer to her and it was at that point that Evan realized that her panties were soaked with her womanly juices. Ever the gentleman, he continued to “not notice.”

“Ok!” he said sharply. “All set to continue, if you want to sit back down.” He said it a bit more forcefully than he’d meant to, but Linda did as she was told.

“Is it going to hurt more when you color it in?” she asked. Her tone was more conversational than concerned.

“Usually it actually hurts less than the etching needed for the outline. I think you’ll be fine,” he said reassuringly.

Sure enough, it still stung, but it wasn’t bad and went much quicker than she thought it would.

Before she knew it, he was putting the gun back down and blotted away at the excess blood seeping from the fresh tattoo. He took out his phone and snapped a photo of the finished work to show her.

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Perfect!” she exclaimed. In truth, it was a bit on the bloody side so there wasn’t much to see, but she wanted to boost his ego.

Evan smiled and said “Thank you, Ma’am. It’s not much, though.”

He placed a layer of petroleum jelly over the tattoo and covered it with a bandage.

“All finished!” Evan announced. “So, now that it’s over, was it as bad as you expected?”

Linda swung back around to face him, smiling.

“No, it wasn’t too bad,” she said, “and no more unpleasant than some of the little pricks I’ve had to endure over the years.”

Evan blushed again and tried to change the subject. “Make sure you keep it clean and change the jelly and bandage daily for the next few days.”

Linda stood up suddenly before Evan could move. “It stings a bit. Would it be ok to put ice on it?” she asked.

Evan responded quickly, “Oh, sure. I’ll go make an ice pack for you.” He was grateful to be able to slip away to the kitchen, not realizing that that was exactly what she was hoping for.

He rooted through Linda’s cupboards for a minute, eventually finding a Ziploc sandwich bag. He went to the freezer and filled the bag with ice before returning to the living room.

On his way back, he stopped in his tracks as he saw that Linda had dropped her panties to the floor and was standing in the middle of the room, facing him completely nude.

The neatly trimmed golden bush between her legs glistened from her moistness as she stood there waiting for him to return.

“Thank you so much for getting that!” she said, playing innocent. “Oh, I’m sorry, my underwear had gotten a bit damp, so I slipped them off, so I would be more comfortable. I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

There wasn’t much for him to say besides “Um, no, of course not. It’s, uh, your house,” he finished lamely. Linda smiled.

Evan went to hand the icepack to Linda when she said “Can you hold it on there for me? I can’t really reach back there.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.”

“Sit down,” Linda said, pointing to the chair.

Evan blinked, not understanding Tekirdağ Escort but did as she said. Linda turned around and lowered herself onto his leg. Evan felt the heat from her damp slit against his bare thigh.

“Tell me, Evan, do you have a girlfriend?” Linda asked over her shoulder. She was slowly dragging her womanhood along his skin.

Evan stared down at her ass; her cheeks were spreading apart as she settled onto him. He looked back up once he realized she had spoken to him.

“Huh? Oh, uh, no Ma’am, not right now,” he managed to get out.

“Good,” she said with a soft purr. Evan could feel her pubes scraping back and forth against him. A trickle of her love juice leaked down over the edge of his leg onto the chair. He could smell her excitement as it wafted up to him.

She was glad that he’d said no. Had he said, “yes”, it wouldn’t have changed much but she was aware of the hypocritical nature of sleeping with a guy in a relationship and would have at least felt guilty. Not that it would have stopped her.

“Are you going to put the ice on me?” Linda inquired.

Evan glanced down and realized that he was still holding the ice pack in his hand. He awkwardly pressed it hard against her back and the sudden cold hitting the fresh wound made her gasp and pull forward. He apologized profusely.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he stammered as he pulled it away, putting it back on lightly. He began moving it around in a small circle on her bandage.

“Mmm, thank you, that helps,” she said softly. She squeezed her thighs around his leg. Evan’s hand had started to numb from the ice, but he had the warmth of Linda’s pussy distracting him from it.

“Evan, do you find me attractive?” Linda asked.

“I, I don’t know, uh, Ma’am,” Evan said.

“You don’t know? I guess I must be too old for you…” Linda said, her tone laced with loads of fake hurt. It had the desired effect.

“No, I mean, yes, I find you attractive. You are very pretty for your age,” he said, then caught himself. “I mean, for any age. You are a very pretty woman.”

Linda spun around on Evan’s lap and smiled into his face. Her erect nipples pointed at his chest. She put her arms around his neck as she stared into his eyes.

Linda reached over to the ice pack that Evan was holding limply to one side and she removed a cube from it.

“Put the icepack down,” she directed. Evan instantly tossed it to the side. She placed the cube in his palm and used her hand to close his fingers on it so that he wouldn’t drop it. He continued looking into her eyes without so much as glancing at the cube.

She moved her hand under his and pulled it to her chest, letting the ice lightly contact her nipple. She moved his hand around in a tiny circle on the erect nub and moaned loudly (and rather theatrically, to make her point.)

She released his hand, and to her pleasure, he continued making little motions on her chest. His eyes had moved down to stare at her breasts and he seemed mesmerized by them.

Linda slid a little closer to him so that her leg contacted his crotch. Her knee found his member, hard and straining against his shorts. She rubbed it up and down against his manhood.

Evan blushed as she did so since his own arousal was now apparent. It didn’t stop him from continuing to play with her boob, though. The cube left her nipple and traced along the underside of her breast before following a straight line down her chest to her navel. It left a wet line that pointed to the wetness engulfing his leg.

‘What am I doing? She could be my mother!’ Evan’s mind screamed, but his cock down below didn’t seem to be listening. It seemed to know that she WASN’T his mother. The middle-aged woman’s fit, smooth body was causing his crotch to become very uncomfortable as his member strained against the shorts that were holding it back.

Linda made it worse. She took the cube from his hand, set it on the end table, and moved his hands to her hips which she continued to gyrate against him. She slid his hands up and down her sides; she wasn’t particularly curvy but her soft skin felt amazing to him.

Linda noticed that Evan was Tekirdağ Escort Bayan fidgeting underneath her, presumably from the pressure on his dick. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his crotch. Far from helping, this made him fidget more.

Next, she moved his hands from her hips around to her back. She let his fingers linger there for a few moments before moving them to her ass. He began to rub the two soft globes several times before giving both a light squeeze. His hands drifted closer together and found her crack. The fingers from both hands slid up and down it which made her shiver, but she didn’t break eye contact.

He pulled her cheeks apart slightly further and her ass gripped his leg even more. He left one hand on her bottom and slid his other hand around to the front to the top of her mound. His thumb rubbed against her fuzz for a second before pushing through and finding the slit hiding behind it. She moaned loudly as he dragged the pad of his thumb along it, starting from the spot contacting his leg, slowly along to the top above her clit.

Linda moaned loudly and gripped his neck, her nails digging into it. The sudden pain, while not excessive, seemed to pull Evan out of his dream-like state.

‘I can’t do this,’ he thought.

“Ma’am,” he began.

“I’m naked on your lap, my pussy against you. Call me Linda,” she stated. Her eyes were closed as she rocked against him.

“Um, ok, Linda. I don’t know if we should be doing this…” he trailed off.

Linda’s eyes opened and she closed her hand around the firm lump in his pants.

“Really?” she asked. “This seems to think that we should be.” She gave a squeeze to his package to punctuate “This.”

“Unless you were lying before when you said I was pretty,” she continued. “Is that it? Do you not really think I’m attractive?”

“No! I mean, yes! I do. It’s just…” he trailed off again. Linda took her hand from his crotch and put one finger to his lips to shush him. Evan looked into her eyes as she held her finger there.

Evan was far from a virgin, but none of his girlfriends had even been older than him, let alone more than two decades older.

Linda slid off his lap abruptly. “Stand,” she said in a suddenly commanding tone. The authority in her voice caught Evan off guard and he jumped up immediately. “Take off your shoes.” Evan did so.

Without speaking, Linda unbuttoned his shirt. She stopped half-way down and ran her hand over his chest. He had only a small patch of curly little hairs down the center. She proceeded to unbutton it the rest of the way, slipped it off his shoulders and it joined Linda’s dress on the back of the sofa.

Linda saw the rest of his tattoos for the first time. On one shoulder was a compass. On the opposite arm was a melting watch a la Salvador Dali’s Persistence of Memory. One side of his chest had “One Day at a Time” written on it. The other side had a rather stereotypical “MOM” in a heart.

“You did all these yourself?” she inquired. He nodded.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered, forgetting to call her ‘Linda’.

Linda’s hand floated over his body as she studied each tat before moving on to his shorts.

He stood as still as a statue as she undid the button, then lowered the zipper. She put her thumbs into the waistband and lowered his shorts to the floor. They got hung up on his erection on the way down, so she reached in and pushed it aside without comment. Evan tensed as she calmly touched his member.

His shorts dropped to the floor and she tugged at them to prod him to step out. His tighty-whities were now the only thing covering his body and they were tented obscenely by his member. Evan was only average in size, but the white fabric pulled taut made him seem huge. A large wet spot was visible in the center of the underwear where his pre-cum had been leaking.

Without preamble, Linda grasped both sides of the underwear and pulled them to the floor to join his shorts. His penis, finally exposed, pointed at the fur covered mound between her legs.

She placed her hand on the underside of his rod and squeezed gently. “I guess Escort Tekirdağ you do find me attractive after all,” she said with a smile.

She continued to hold it as she used the nails on her other hand to rake lightly across his sack. The feeling caused him to quiver. He still didn’t know if he should be doing this, but, God, she was hot. And naked. And hot. And it had been a long time since he’d…

She took one of his hands and moved it to her pussy, holding it there for several seconds until he took over. He did so, gulping as he pushed his middle finger in just enough to part her lips. As he slowly moved his finger upwards, she reached around and cupped his ass cheeks, pulling him in closer to her.

His hand found her clit and teased it gently. He was rewarded with a soft “Mmmm” and she squeezed his cheeks in response.

His digit started making little circles on her clit as she reached back around with one hand and flicked the rim of his cock-head with her thumb back and forth.

Linda’s breathing had begun to quicken and she moved her hand from his ass to pull his hand away from her crotch.

She bit her lip and smiled at him as she shook her head no. She took him by the hand and led him to the rear of the sofa. She turned around, ass to him, and placed both hands on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide apart.

He didn’t need any further explanation and he placed his hands on her back as he looked down between her legs to find her entrance. He almost put his hand on the bandage but caught himself in time, moving that hand to her side instead.

He rubbed the head of his penis against her moist mound, lubricating it before pressing against her slit. He pushed in slightly, just the tip, not wanting to hurt her, but found she was very slick.

Slowly, very slowly, he slid his manhood into her. The slick walls gripped his shaft with surprising tightness. He pushed in a quarter of the way and then stopped as he felt resistance and retreated. He repeated by pushing in half way and retreated again. Then, his member fully lubricated, he pushed all the way in, extracting a moan of pleasure from her.

His pelvis bottomed out against her ass cheeks and he kept himself buried in her as he reached around with both hands to find her nipples. Evan wasn’t the largest lover that Linda had had, but the sense of fullness inside her was still pleasant.

He used a thumb and forefinger to tease each nipple, alternating between pulling gently on them and rolling them between his fingers, as he held himself firmly planted in her pussy.

He ran his fingertips along the underside of both of her breasts as he finally drew back out. The tips came around and ran along her hips as he pushed back in. On the next thrust, he moved his hands to the globes of her ass and gave each a firm squeeze. Evan felt his orgasm building as Linda’s (unexpectedly tight) tunnel gripped him hard on each cycle.

One of his hands slipped around to the top of Linda’s slit and found her clitoris again. She pushed back into him as he drove into her in synchrony. His finger strummed her clit on each inward stroke and her breathing quickened.

Back and forth his digit went against her sensitive nub as shoved in and out of her soft folds. With each rub, Linda quaked beneath him and she curled her toes on the rug beneath them. Evan struggled to control himself as he approached the brink.

Evan made little circular motions on her button and Linda’s body suddenly tensed. She cried out as the orgasm struck her. She tightened her grip on the back of the couch as the first wave came. Her muscles closed on his shaft and pushed him over the top. Her next wave of pleasure hit as he exploded inside her. Evan’s loud grunt was matched by Linda’s screams as Evan continued to finger the top of her slit.

Linda reached down and pulled Evan’s finger away as he filled her with another load of his seed. Evan’s pace slowed as his orgasm ended and he began to soften. Linda continued milking his shaft with her pussy as her own orgasm subsided.

Evan slipped his messy member out of the nearly fifty-year-old woman he had been plowing a moment earlier. He looked around at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as she recovered from her orgasm. She opened them a moment later and turned to him.

“God, you were good,” she cooed.

“Uh, you were too, Ma’am. I, I mean, Linda.”

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Chapter One, Sareena.

I was always attracted to exotic and mixed race models, and would use them whenever the client was agreeable. For a start they were different to the girl next door image that most jobs called for, but also I found them more satisfying to photograph. Coloured girls of African descent seemed to have more sculptural bodies and features, while mixed race girls often had lovely skin tones, so much more attractive than the palid skin of the average European model.

Sareena was an eighteen your old mixed race model I had used several times when the client needed a non white girl for their shot. She wasn’t tall, only about five three, but had a sweet young face and a perfect body. When I asked her if she would shoot a nude for me, for my own portfolio she not only agreed immediately but said that she had never posed nude before but she wanted a couple of body shots for her own folio. We fixed up a time for a shoot one evening when we were both free and the studio would be quiet.

When Sareena came out of the changing room she had just a towel around her, and she looked at me rather shyly,

‘I’m feeling a bit nervous, not sure if I can do this.’ she said.I tried to reassure her, and said that if she liked we could start with her keeping the towel and see how she got on. She readily agreed to this so we made a few pics with her standing on the background playing about with the towel but not showing anything. I could see she was getting more relaxed so I suggested we move into the lounge area where she could use the fur covered raised platform.

We made some shots of her kneeling on it facing camera holding the towel in front. I asked her to slowly lower the towel as I shot, and gradually, her eyes on me, she lowered it until her breasts were uncovered.

‘Beautiful!’ I said, ‘you have superb breasts.’

She smiled shyly looking down at them. ‘I wish they were bigger, I’m too small I think.’

‘nonsense, they’re perfect, I must say I prefer smaller breasts to large ones.’

‘But most men seem to like big boobs, I don’t why, they are just as sensitive as big ones.’ she said grinning cheekily at me. And I noticed that her nipples had hardened.

‘ Now do you feel ok to loose the towel?’ I asked.

‘Ok, here goes.’ she said, and let fall the towel exposing all her body to me. The colour of her skin was lovely, a sort of golden light brown, very smooth and sleek. Her young breasts were high, the nipples pronounced and erect, her belly flat and firm, her legs slim, and just visible between her thighs I could see the full lips of her labia. She had removed her pubic hair and her whole body seemed wonderfully smooth, young, and feminine. A body made for sex I thought, and felt a warmth growing in my groin.

In the following hour or so we made about two hundred or so pics. And as we shot she became more and more relaxed and at ease with her nudity. At first she was careful about keeping her legs positioned so her sex was not visible to the camera, but as time passed she lost that limitation and seemed to enjoy opening her legs so that the sweet lips of her young sex were apparent. Her hands too came into play, at first just resting on her thighs or tummy, then progressing to touching her breasts almost casually, then towards the end she was frankly caressing her nipples with one hand while the other covered her sex, but not just covered I noticed, for I saw that her middle finger was moving once or twice, touching the labia and maybe her clitoris.

At last I decided to call it a day, we had got some great shots I was sure, and to be frank I didn’t now how much more I could take, she was just so arousing.

After she was dressed I asked her to join me for a drink at the local, and we were soon settled in a discrete booth with a bottle of wine between us.

‘Well, what did you think of your first nude session?’ I asked her.

‘I was surprised I guess, I really loved it, at first I was nervous then after I got used to it I enjoyed it very much, mainly thanks to you I think, you knew how to put me at ease so well.’

‘Well you looked absolutely stunning, sweet, but sexy, and very erotic. You’ve got that rare thing about you, the ability to project feminine eroticism without effort or looking tacky in any way. Not many girls have that.’She was silent for a moment as we drank to that. Then she turned towards me and asked’Will we do some more sometime, I’d love to, anytime you want, just call me.’

‘I’d love to take some more shots, I’ve already got some ideas I’d like to explore with you. Maybe next week if your free.’

‘I’ll be free on next Monday if you want,afternoon or evening is good for me.’

‘Ok, I’ll call you at the weekend to fix a time.’ I said.

.After we had chatted a while, she said suddenly,

‘Peter, can I ask you something? It’s a bit personal.’

‘Sure, ask away, whatever.’

‘Well, it’s just a thing I was thinking about while you were shooting me, I was Tokat Escort wondering what it would be like to be behind the camera, you know, to be taking the pics, how it felt.’

‘Well, I’m not sure how to explain I guess, you’re always trying to make the best picture from the point of view of lighting and composition etc. , but at the same time you’re conscious that it’s a real person in front of the lens, a living breathing woman, and the secret is to combine the technique with the feelings that the woman gives you. Does that explain it at all?’

She stared at me for a while, looking doubtful.

‘Im not sure, maybe a bit. Actually what I wanted to ask was this. Would you let me take pics of you nude, like you did of me. Just so I can see how it feels.’

I was frankly a bit taken aback by that. It never occurred to me that a girl would want to photograph a guy naked, let alone a girl I hardly knew wanting to shoot me nude.

‘Wow! Well you know Sareena, I’m not exactly an Adonis, I’m a skinny 37 year old bloke a bit out of condition. But if that’s ok with you I can’t really say no can I!’

And that was how the following Monday evening Sareena turned up at the studio not only to pose nude for me but to have me expose my own body to her. All weekend I’d been thinking about it, finding the idea more and more attractive and frankly erotic. The idea that she wanted to see me naked, to see my penis, was very exciting, and I found myself looking forward to the moment when I would be nude in front of her.

There was one thing I wanted to ask her before we started.

‘I’ve got just one condition here before I get my gear off for you.’ I said jokingly ‘ I’m ok with getting nude in front of you, but I need you to be nude too, I’d be too embarrassed if you are dressed and I’m naked, understand?’

‘That’s fine with me, it’ll be quite, well, exciting I guess, being nude together!’

I went into the bathroom to freshen up with a quick shower. As I showered and then dried myself my cock was swelling to a semi erection even without my thinking about anything. As if it knew what was going to happen. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out into the studio.

Sareena was standing waiting for me, she was naked and so beautiful I felt a catch in my breath and my heart start to beat faster. I had set up the lighting and the camera so all she had to do was point and shoot, and I went over a couple of things for her till she was confident she could manage. At last the moment came. I went and stood on the background, facing the camera and the small delicate naked girl.

‘OK,ready?’ I asked her.

‘I am, are you.’ She said with a giggle.

I slowly undid the towel around my waist then holding it but not letting it fall gradually opened it at the front to expose my penis. The camera began to click and the flash fire. I dropped the towel and stood facing her, my already thick and heavy penis began to jerk erect and I looked down at it bringing my hands to the top of my thighs.

Sareena moved closer, and I could see she was centring on my cock.

‘You see Sareena, a guy can’t hide how he feels, unlike you girls where nothing much shows.’ I said.

‘And how are you feeling?’ she said after a moment.

‘Guess!’ I said, and spontaneously my foreskin slid back exposing the engorged glands, a single drop of precum glistened on the tip.

There was something deeply exciting about knowing she was looking, and had wanted to look at my sex. I wasn’t sure how this would end but it was a great feeling, she could see my arousal, and she was loving it.

‘ Turn to one side,’ she said, ‘ just do like you told me to.’ I turned, knowing from that angle she would see the full length of me.

‘Use your hands Peter, do what I did with mine.’ Her voice was husky, almost trembling.

I obeyed her instruction, sliding one hand up my torso to touch my nipples, a thing I always found incredibly erotic, while my right hand slipped down to take hold of my organ. I began to stroke and caress it, looking from the camera to my cock as I did. I watched her at the same time, her slim small body with her high pointed breasts, the curve of her hips, the secret half hidden centre of her sex between her thighs.

For a while we continued, I was becoming more and more excited, but I didn’t want to cum in front of her like that in case she was shocked. I asked her if she would like to do some of me lying down. I enjoyed her shooting me lying down because as she stood over me I could see her sex, and she made no effort to hide it from me.

Then I had an idea I hoped she would go long with.

Sareena, you know what I’d really like to do if your up for it. I’ve always wanted to do some pics of two bodies together, either same sex or opposite, you know sort of abstract like, not showing the whole body maybe, just close ups showing them intertwining, if I put the camera on auto sequence we could do it together, Tokat Escort Bayan if you want to that is.’

Sareena put down the camera,

‘That sounds like fun. I’d love to. Sort of combined effort. Cool!’

I quickly set the camera on a tripod in the lounge area and adjusted the lighting to be more atmospheric. I then set the sequence option to take a picture every ten seconds.

‘Ok, all ready to go. Let’s do some great pics together.’

‘How do we start?’ she asked, and I noticed she glanced down at my penis that was now at half mast.

‘Well let’s try this, you are standing and I’m kneeling in front of you, sort of kissing you tummy.’

‘That sounds nice.’ She laughed,’just my tummy mind!’

We moved in front of the camera and I knelt in front of her and placing my hands on he waist drew her to me. She was so much smaller than me that my lips were level with her navel, and I gently touched around it with my tongue. The camera started its sequence, I had programmed it for one hour, just in case.

As my tongue touched her skin she flinched and giggled,

‘That tickles.’ she whispered.

I pressed my lips against her abdomen just below her navel and touched again with my tongue. This time she didn’t move or laugh, instead she made a satisfied ‘Mmmmm’. My hands in the meanwhile moved slowly up and down her flanks, then very lightly grazed her bottom and up to the side of her breasts.

‘Oh, that’s so good Peter I heard her murmur. ‘So very good.’

I slid my hands down to cover her buttocks, cupping them, and pulling them towards me at the same time moving my mouth lower down her abdomen, and she groaned softly in delight. She began moving her hips, thrusting gently towards me, urging my mouth lower, but I wanted to make her wait, make her desperate for release, I wanted to excite her until she lost control of her reactions, her body. And the camera clicked away, recording our actions, and our reactions.

My mouth approached the base of her abdomen, only an inch or two away from those perfect little lips, now flaring to expose the pink interior, and her movement became more insistent, her breathing faster. I could smell the exciting and erotic scent of her femininity. And I loved the feeling of controlling this young eager body, the feeling that I could pleasure it as I wanted, that I could satisfy my own lust and needs with it. For as much as I liked Sareena, for now she was just a beautiful body that soon I would enter and plant my seed, that was all I wanted, and all she wanted too.

I stood up and turned her toward the camera and stood behind her slightly to one side.

‘I’ll stand like this baby, just enough to one side to show my cock, put your hands back her.’ and I placed them on my hips. I pressed up against her, feeling her bottom against my thighs, my sex against her side. I felt so good that first contact between our bodies, sending almost like an electric shock between us. I began to move against her, rubbing the hard shaft of my penis against her hips and waist, and she lent back turning towards me, her mouth open to receive mine. Our tongues met and played together, I thrust mine deeper into her eager mouth, tasting her saliva, smelling the sweet fresh odour of her.

My hands explored her body as she pressed back against me. I cupped her small soft breasts in my hands, taking the hard nipples between my fingers, squeezing and stroking them. I had to pull away from her after a while, I could feel the tension mounting inside me and knew if I didn’t stop I would soon be unable to, and would shoot my sperm. There were things I wanted to do before that happened.

I moved behind her and pressed up against her, my cock erect against the small of her back.

‘Like that Baby? Can you feel me, is that what you like?’ I whispered.

‘Oh you feel so good, I love that, so hard, so big.’

I slowly slid my hands down the sides of her body to the top of her thighs, then across to her flat indrawn belly. I pressed and caressed her abdomen moving gradually lower until my fingers brushed the swollen lips of her vagina and she gasped and moaned. Using both hands I gently parted the outer lips, holding them apart, exposing the pink inner lips to the camera that continued recording every ten seconds. I felt the slippery wetness leaking from her covering my finger tips, and I spread it over her lips and inner thighs before the fingers of my right hand approached the core of her pleasure, her clitoris. I moved my left hand up to caress her breasts as my right forefinger found the swollen erect organ of ecstasy. She was a petite girl but her clitoris was more developed than any I had known. It jutted out from between the lips almost like a tiny penis, I could even feel the ridge around the sensitive head on it.

At the first gentle touch she cried out as if hurt, but it was a cry of joy, of pure pleasure at the feeling of another’s fingers on her most intimate part. Escort Tokat I softly circled the head, hardly touching it, then moving my fingers down I covered them with her juices that were now leaking freely from her vagina, and covered the clitoris with them, stroking and rubbing more vigorously.

She was moaning continuously now, and her hands reached behind her for my cock, but I wanted something else before she touched my organ.

‘Put your feet apart a bit I told her.’ And then bending my knees I slid my cock between buttocks and thighs. I looked down over her body and saw the head emerge, it was wet and glistening with her juices, and we both watched as the foreskin suddenly slipped back exposing the glands, swollen and turgid.

I began to move my cock back and forwards between her thighs and she put her legs together making them grip the thrusting organ more tightly. My hands were busy on her small breasts, stroking, caressing, squeezing, and from time to time I slid one down her belly to touch her jutting clitoris. And all the time the camera clicked and recorded.

I wanted to try something I had fantasised about before and told her to lie down on her side facing the camera. I lay down behind her in the spooning position. I raised her leg so I could position my cock between her thighs.

‘ I want to put the end of my cock between your labia, is that OK with you.’ I felt I had to ask although I knew the answer.

‘Oh wow! Yes please…I want to feel it there so much.’ She whispered.

Taking my erect penis in one hand I pressed the glands gently against her swollen labia. I moved it up and down at first, not attempting to introduce it further. I could feel and see the turgid glands becoming wet with her juice, and I spread it down the shaft knowing it would make penetration so much easier. Then I parted the lips with it, and pushed just enough to sink the head inside her. Immediately she gasped, throwing her head back, and her right hand moved down to her sex and began touching herself.

That act I found incredibly arousing, and I knew that I had to get my cock right inside her very soon.

‘Do you want me inside you?’ I murdered, my voice tight and breathless. ‘Do you want me to make love to you?’

Her reply was immediate, not only did she want me, she wanted me quickly, her need was matching mine, we were both desperate for the release of orgasm, both our bodies dictating what was going to happen.

She turned on her back ready to receive me.

‘I want you to watch as I enter you, I want you to see.’ I told her as I knelt between her legs. I quickly grabbed a couple of cushions and put them under her head so she could look comfortably down her body, then I moved over her, holding myself up on my hands, then slowly lowering myself until the tip of my cock touched her flaring labia.

I looked down at her, enjoying the moment of surrender. She seemed so small beneath me, her body so slim and fragile looking, brown and warm and soft. And it seemed impossible that this tiny body could receive my sex, would it hurt her I wondered, would she be big enough inside to take all of me?

Then I pushed and thrust, slowly, and without effort the whole length of my thick hard white cock slid into her young brown body, and she cried out loud as her hands gripped my buttocks as she pulled me into her.

We both knew we were so excited that we could cum quickly. For me the sensation of my cock inside her was unbelievable, and when she lifted her knees and put her legs on my shoulders so I could penetrate more fully I was already loosing control. She was so small underneath me, and her vagina gripped me like I’d never felt with a woman before. It was tight, like a virgin, but at the same time soft, warm, and very wet. I could feel the wetness covering my cock and balls, and on her thighs around the lips, and we both looked down at my thrusting organ glistening with her juices, matting my pubic hair. I wanted to slow it up, anxious that I didn’t cum before her, and withdrew my cock from her body. We both stared at it, it was hard as an iron bar, the glands huge, purple, and it jerked with my heartbeat. The excitement of seeing it seemed to tip her over the edge for suddenly she cried

‘I’m cumming Peter, Oh my God I’m cumming now!’

And that did it for me too. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building in my abdomen and scrotum, that glorious tingling sensation all over my body. And I thrush my cock deep into her again and began to pound. Dimly I could hear her cries as I thrust and thrust into that soft young body, I didn’t care if I hurt her, all that mattered was to push my cock deeper and deeper. My hands went round her buttocks as I pulled her against me as I thrust, till at last I felt the sperm beginning to flow, and then to shoot, time and time again until I was emptied.

We lay still panting and exhausted for several minutes. Neither of us could speak. I withdrew my cock reluctantly from her vagina, though it was still half erect, and a little trickle of white liquid followed it. We looked into each other eyes.

‘That was amazing, best ever.’ She eventually said.

‘It felt so good inside you,’ I said, ‘ You’re so tight, but I was a bit afraid to hurt you.’

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PART 1

In all her life Meghan could never recall meeting a man like Joshua. From the first time she met him, she loved his name. After talking to him for a bit, she realized that the name suited him perfectly.

Meghan met Joshua one day while doing some exploring about life. She had been involved with a man for a long time now, and always felt something was missing. Bill and her got along fine, but Meghan always felt she was missing something when they had sex. Still she was contented to remain in a relationship with Bill for the last 10 years. It was safe.

Now, at the age of 37, Meghan decided it was time to find out what was missing. She had grown weary of keeping Bill satisfied and wanted some for herself. Meghan realized that more and more these days she wanted to have sex… not just sex, but hot, intense, sex. The kind of sex that leaves a woman trembling and weak. Her hunger to know what was missing was how she met Joshua.

She still recalls mentioning to her good friend Patty, about her misgivings with her relationship with Bill. Patty had listened closely to her when she talked of how unhappy she was. The two of them had been close for a lot of years, and talked intimately about everything. So Patty suggested they try going to this new place she had gone to once before.

“Well, what’s it like there?” Meghan asked Patty.

“You will love it, trust me” Meghan replied.

So, that night when Meghan met Joshua, Patty and her went to this place.

Meghan still remembers when he walked in the pub. It took her breath away. He was dressed in khaki dress pants and a tennis shirt. Meghan could see chest hairs peeking through the opening in his tennis shirt, so she knew he had a hairy chest, and she had a strong weakness for men with hairy chests.

“Who is that gorgeous hunk of man?” Meghan asked her friend.

“I have no idea Meg, but he is a lawyer so not likely a good person to try with, or so I am told” replied Patty.

Meghan was intrigued by this man. She admitted to herself though that lawyers were not exactly her type. Still, somehow in some way… this man had caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but notice the warm feeling that she felt in her love canal.

Leaving Patty with the other friends they were with Meghan approached this handsome stranger. As she walked towards him she carefully admired his physique. He had a nice body, with muscles. Clearly this man took good care of himself. Then Meghan thought something that surprised even herself. She found herself wondering what kind of lover this man was.

“Oh, pardon me” a voice said.

“That’s okay” replied Meghan as her head came up to see who had spoke to her. She felt her face grow red with embarrassment as she came eye to eye with this sexy man she had been admiring. She wondered briefly if he had any idea what she had been thinking, but quickly realized there was no way he could have.

The handsome man reached out to shake her hand and said, “Hi there, my name is Joshua. I don’t think I have seen you in here before, have I?” Meghan couldn’t help but notice the friendly smile he had.

“No this is my first time here.” Meghan finally forced herself to say.

With the music playing in the background and the romantic lighting of the pub Meghan was completely drawn to this man. She couldn’t help but think how incredibly sexy he was, and found herself wondering what kind of lover he was.

“Would you care to dance?” Joshua asked her.

“That would be nice.” Meghan replied.

As they turned to head to the dance floor Meghan felt his arm go around her waist and she suddenly became very aware of how drawn to this man she was, and it surprised her. She had always thought of herself as a woman in total control of all situations, but she was realizing that with this man it was very different. She had to admit to herself that she liked the idea of letting him be in control, and it turned her on.

As they reached the dance floor the music changed, and the band started to play a slow romantic song. Meghan loved to slow dance, and was good at it, but wondered if this sexy lawyer would want to slow dance with her, when they had just met. Before she had a chance to ask if he would rather wait for the next song, she felt him turn her around and pull her into his arms, and they began dancing.

Meghan couldn’t help but notice how incredible he smelled. His arms around her waist, pulling her tight to his gorgeous body, were strong and she loved how they felt. As they danced together she realized the attraction was growing stronger, and she wanted this man. The pulsing in her pussy left no denying of that fact. Suddenly she felt his arms tighten around her waist as he pulled her closer to him.

Meghan’s breasts were crushing into his chest, and her thighs were pressing hard against him, and she wasn’t sure, but thought he was growing hard. She felt her panties growing moist and her nipples harden. She wanted this man, there was no denying that Tekirdağ Escort fact… but did he want her as badly. Meghan’s head was filled with these questions, and before she knew what was happening, he leaned his head down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

It seemed to Meghan that she had no control at all at this point. To her that was not acceptable in most cases, but for some reason tonight she didn’t care, she realized she actually enjoyed letting him have control.

Her mind was swimming with thoughts, when suddenly this gorgeous man pulled her even closer to him, and kissed her deeply and with passion that Meghan had no idea existed. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, and then pressed through to taste her. His tongue was searching and exploring every inch of her mouth, and to her amazement she was responding. Meghan felt her body mold to his, and with that kiss they became one.

When Joshua pulled back from the kiss Meghan felt weak and had to lean on him for support. Her knees were trembling, and her face was warm so she knew she was blushing.

Meghan felt him tenderly kissing and nibbling on her ear as he whispered to her “Lets go somewhere so we can talk and be alone”.

For a brief second Meghan thought about it. This was a man she had just met. She knew very little about him. Should she go with him and take a chance, or should she be cautious and talk him into staying here? Her mind was swirling with thoughts, but it only took a few seconds for her to respond.

“Just let me say goodnight to my friends” Meghan heard herself say.

“Okay, lets go do that now then” replied Joshua.

As they walked to where Patty was sitting Meghan was wondering to herself, what is it about this man that has me so completely drawn to him. She had no idea, but she knew she loved how she was feeling. Her body was more awake with desire than she had felt in years.

At the table where Patty was sitting, Meghan introduced Joshua to everyone and took Patty off to the side to confide in her that she was completely drawn to Joshua and would be leaving with him now. Patty was surprised, this was not like her best friend at all. Meghan convinced her not to worry though and that she would be safe. Then they made their way back to the table.

“Are you just about ready Meghan?” Joshua asked.

“Yes, I’m all set to go now” replied Meghan. And with that they made their good-byes and off they went. Patty couldn’t help but notice how great the two looked together, and while she was indeed concerned about her friend, she secretly hoped that this man could finally satisfy her friend.

PART 2

Once outside the quaint little pub, Meghan felt the cool evening breeze on her legs. It was such a beautiful night and the sky was lit up with stars. Meghan loved nights like tonight. The silence between the two was a calm silence, but one that made both her and Joshua comfortable. Meghan couldn’t describe the feeling of ease she felt with this man, but she felt good being with him.

“So, where would you like to go?” Meghan finally broke the silence.

“Lets just go for a short walk and do some talking” he replied.

As they set out to walk, he leaned close to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. The pub was located in the country so it didn’t take long for them to be out in the beautiful night air, and totally alone. As they walked they talked, and Meghan was surprised at how easy Joshua was too talk to. He was a lawyer, 41 years old, drove a flashy little sportscar, and also involved with a woman that left him feeling the same way Meghan felt, unsatisfied.

Suddenly Joshua stopped walking, and turned to Meghan. He just stood in front of her, taking in her exquisite beauty. He wondered if Meghan had any idea how badly he wanted her. Did she know how great she looked in that sexy little summer dress? And, did she realize how he loved the sight of a woman in a dress? That was something that he didn’t get to see a lot of these days. With women’s rights, most of the time they were dressed in everything but dresses, and to Joshua that was tragic. He knew he had wanted this woman from the first time he bumped into her, but did she feel the same? They got along so well, and she seemed to feel as comfortable with him as he did with her. Standing there drinking in her beauty, thinking all these thoughts he felt his cock growing with want, and decided to act on it.

Reaching for her and pulling her close to him, he kissed her with all the passion he was feeling. His lips crushed against hers, and his tongue pushed hard through her lips. As he started to explore her mouth with his tongue, Meghan couldn’t help but respond and she felt her pussy grow wet. Meghan’s arms instinctively went up and around Joshua s neck and she thrust her body even tighter against his. Damn it, she wanted him to fuck her right then and there, and she decided to let him know how attracted she was to him.

With her breasts crushing into his chest, she thrust Tekirdağ Escort Bayan her thighs against his growing cock. His arms wrapped around her so tightly that she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe. Meghan ran her fingers through Joshua s hair. Finally, the passionate kiss ended, and Meghan was left trembling and weak.

Before she knew what she was saying Meghan heard her own voice say “Joshua, I want you.”

Joshua smiled and Meghan noticed what a handsome smile he had.

“I was hoping you would say that Meghan” he replied.

“Shall we go back to my place?” he asked and before she had a chance to reply, he leaned down and kissed her once again.

Meghan simply nodded… yes.

PART 3

The drive in the car to his place was quiet, and filled with more sexual tension than Meghan ever dreamed possible. Her pussy was throbbing and very wet. She had never reacted this strongly to any man. What was it about this man that had so completely captivated her?

Finally Joshua pulled in to a driveway and stopped the car. Meghan was so sure that her hair would look horrible after driving in a convertible, but Joshua turned and looked at her. His cock grew hard at the sight of her. Her windblown hair and he could see her nipples through her dress. Without a word he stepped casually out of the car and came around to her door to open it for her. Reaching out her hand, he took hers and helped her out of the car. Together they walked into the house.

As they walked in, Meghan took a quick look around and noticed Joshua had incredible taste. His home was eloquently decorated, and she was impressed.

Meghan wanted Joshua so badly by now that she was scared she might come with very little help at all. Her mind was full of incredible lusty thoughts, and before she realized what was happening, once again she was in Joshua s arms being kissed. Her body molded to his, and she felt herself go weak in his arms.

Their passion had been denied far too long already and Meghan knew that this was the moment they had both been waiting for.

Meghan stepped back from Joshua, and gathered her thoughts. There was so much that she wanted to do with this man. She wanted him to take her over and over again. She wanted his cock to be inside her, in her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. Still, she was nervous. This man was so incredibly sexy… would he be disappointed? Finally after what seemed like forever, but actually was only a matter of a couple seconds she stepped forward and kissed Joshua lightly on the lips. Her lips trailed over his neck leaving little kisses wherever they went. Liking and sucking up to his ear, and nibbling gently on them she finally whispered to him “I want to make love with you Joshua “, and while doing this she started removing his tennis shirt.

Once Meghan had the tennis shirt off, she gasped aloud. She had never seen such a handsome chest, and she wanted to devour it. Instantly she started kissing her way down his neck to that gorgeous chest. Meghan’s tongue worked expertly over his chest, kissing, licking and sucking everywhere. She stopped at his nipples, and nibbled gently on them. Her tongue flicked back and forth across each of them making them stick out and hard. She thought she had heard Joshua moan when she was doing this, and realized that this was something he rather enjoyed.

Joshua stopped her then and pulled her up to his face and kissed her deeply. God she loved how this man kissed.

“I’ve waited long enough, time for me to see that gorgeous body of yours” Joshua said softly. And with that Meghan felt him undo the zipper on her dress. Kissing delicately on Meghan’s shoulders and neck Joshua played as he slowly removed the dress, and it fell softly to the floor landing there in a pile. Meghan stepped out of it and stood before Joshua.

Joshua drew in his breath sharply. Meghan was a beautiful woman with long flowing brownish colored hair with blond highlights. Her body seemed like it should be photographed and shown off in Playboy. She stood before him in a forest green lace and silk bra, with matching panties. He could not recall ever seeing anything so beautiful in his lifetime.

He groaned as he pulled her to him, and kissed her yet again. She reached down with her hand and felt his cock through his pants as they kissed. Meghan realized how hard he was, she could actually feel his cock throbbing through his pants.

Stepping back slightly from him, she used both hands and undid his pants, slowly letting down the zipper, and then slid his pants down over his hips until they fell to the floor. Kissing and licking her way down his chest until she was kneeling in front of him, she leaned in close and gave one long very slow lick on his cock, through his shorts. She could feel the throbbing with her tongue as she moved over his cock. Then with both her hands she reached up and very slowly removed the shorts, his cock springing free.

Joshua looked down at this beauty at his Escort Tekirdağ feet, and couldn’t believe his luck tonight.

Meghan took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked while leaning in further and gently kissing his balls. She gently licked and sucked on each one, feeling them grow even heavier with cum, while her hand moved up and down his hard on. Then another long slow lick the length of his erection and a small kiss at the tip of his penis. Joshua ‘s cock jumped at the attention it was getting.

Meghan used her tongue and traced around the ridge of his cock ever so lightly while her hand stroked up and down the length of him. She looked up at this handsome man, and while staring into his eyes, in one quick movement she thrust that massive erection down her throat, and wrapped her lips tightly around it.

“Oh God Meghan!” Joshua groaned.

“Yes baby, suck my cock” he moaned over and over as her lips worked like a vacuum over his cock. She could feel the throbbing in her mouth as it moved up and down over his hard erect cock.

Joshua was experiencing something he had never before experienced. His passion was so intense, he wanted her so badly. He simply had to make this woman his. Suddenly male instinct took over and he felt the strong urge to shoot cum inside her pussy.

His cock was throbbing with such intensity, the likes of which he had never realized. Looking down he noticed that Meghan had pulled her panties off to the side and was rubbing her clit with a fierceness. Then he watched as she started finger fucking herself while she was sucking on his cock.

Joshua moaned loudly and reached down and pulled Meghan to her feet. Wasting no time at all, he removed her bra letting her wonderful, beautiful breasts fall free. His head went down to them and he started sucking almost savagely on them.

The sexual tension in the room was not to be denied. Male instinct took over and before she knew what was happening Meghan felt herself backed against the door they had entered through only a short time before.

Joshua knew he was close to cumming, and he wanted Meghan to have the same earth shattering experience he seemed to be having.

While sucking on her breasts, his hand went down to her pussy and started to massage it roughly. Joshua always thought of himself as a tender lover, but there was something about this woman, and he could not, nor did he want to, explain it. He just knew he loved this feeling.

Meghan gasped and almost came as Joshua s finger went inside her pussy. She felt her muscles grasp around it and start to work on it. Joshua realized now that Meghan was indeed experiencing the same feelings he was. She was so wet she was dripping with want, and he knew there was no more denying what had to happen.

Pulling her panties roughly to the side Meghan felt Joshua’s cock press against her pussy. She moaned softly, and her legs seemed to part on their own, opening herself to him.

Joshua rubbed his cock up and down her glistening cunt, but both her and him were too far gone. They wanted, they both needed to cum desperately, and with one quick, hard thrust Meghan felt Joshua s cock enter her vagina. As he thrust inside her, he kissed her with what seemed like a new found hunger. Once inside he just stayed there for a moment enjoying the feel of her wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“Oh god, you feel so good Meg” Joshua groaned softly.

“Fuck me Joshua, please” Meghan almost sounded as if she was begging.

Very slowly, teasing almost Joshua withdrew his cock. The look in Meghan’s eyes when he did that though almost made him cum, and in a quick second, he was inside her again.

Meghan could feel his cock throbbing in her pussy, and she loved how it felt. She started moving her hips, riding his cock. At the same time he started to thrust in and out of her. Thrusting in and out, and her hips moving in time with him.

Both Joshua and Meghan were sweating. With every thrust Meghan was being pushed into the door and she was loving it. She was close… god she knew she was about to cum, but she wanted to hold off and wait for Joshua to cum as well. Her pussy muscles were spasming uncontrollably, yearning for relief.

She felt Joshua arch his back at the exact same time as she thrust her hips forward and the two of them came together. She coated his cock with her cum as he shot his huge load inside her, finally making this woman his. Joshua moaned a low guttural moan, and he knew that he had never cum as hard as he just had now.

Meghan’s orgasm seemed to last forever, and as she came she screamed out loud “Joshua!!! YEESSSSS!!!” The cum was running down the inside of her thighs.

Finally, the two collapsed against each other, Joshua s cock still inside her. He didn’t want to withdraw, he felt better than he had ever before.

“Meg, honey, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, and I will carry you to bed, with my cock never leaving your body” Joshua said.

Meghan did as he requested and together they went to bed.

As they fell on the bed together, Joshua s cock still inside her together they talked, kissed and cuddled. Joshua was amazed at how well they seemed to fit together. It was like they belonged together Meghan and he.

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continued from “More than Just Hoops, Part 1”

7:00 PM, April 9, 2003

I could barely stand, as I looked at my lovely Lily, her lips still coated with my cum, and her cheeks bright with excitement. We had just a few minutes until we were supposed to leave for the basketball game that started at 7:30. It was my birthday celebration, and much as I’d been looking forward to taking Lily to the game, all that was on my mind right now was “taking Lily.”

Without hesitation, Lily grabbed the bag she’d left by the door and sashayed her pretty ass toward the stairs, leaving me standing naked and numb.

“Get dressed, Jack!” she commanded “We’re going to be late!”

I hurriedly put my clothes back on, finding a new pair of boxers that fortuitously had been sitting in a basket in the corner. I waited in anticipation for my lover, who showed up in a matter of moments. In awe of how women could take either hours or minutes to make themselves look perfect, I examined Lily as she walked down the stairs. She had never taken off the leather Keds and flirty tennis socks she’d had on the entire time we’d been fucking in the living room, and had managed to put on an outfit I could best describe as a “mature Catholic school girl uniform.”

Lily was wearing a white cotton shirt that was just a little snug around her ample breasts, pulling at the buttons in that erotic way that women have of dressing. I could see the outlines of a lacy push-up bra that provided wonderful cleavage that I could see clearly at the neck of the shirt, which she’d unbuttoned just a little too much to be “conservative.” She wore a wrap-around plaid skirt that came an inch or two above her knees, with a big gold pin that had been so popular when we’d been in high school and college at the best preppie high schools. What I could tell, however, was that this pin was more than just ornamental – it was obvious that if it was unpinned, that it was dropping quickly to the floor. With a quick flash, she showed me the matching panties… white, nearly transparent, high cut and very sexy… and already a little wet.

“Hurry up,” Lily said, as she grabbed my hand. “You don’t want to make us late, do you?”

There was no way I was going to disappoint Lily after her first “birthday present,” so I hurriedly followed her out the back door to my waiting SUV. Five minutes down the road, Lily realized that she’d forgotten to bring a jacket to wear. I was almost embarrassed to admit that I had noticed, but seeing her cold-hardened nipples poking through her shirt, I was not one to suggest covering it up. Being a gentleman, however, I took off my coat at the next light and let her wear it. It felt like high school, letting my girlfriend wear my letter jacket.

We arrived at the Palace of Auburn Hills moments before tip-off. Before going through the turnstiles, I steered Lily into the Locker Room store to get her a jacket. I picked out a nice leather jacket with the Pistons logo that snapped up the front. Lily protested but I bought it for her without hesitation. One of the beauties of Lily is that she doesn’t want or expect anything – exactly the kind of woman that makes me want to give her the world.

We settled into our mid-court seats right after the player introductions. The game started with the Pistons seemingly handling the Bulls without much effort, despite our team being without Ben Wallace, the defensive player of the year. Lily and I were playful, teasing each other unmercifully, whispering explicit promises into each other’s ears and finding ways to quickly fondle each other whenever no one was looking. The couple sitting behind us even got into the act, catching me at one point with Lily’s breast firmly in my hand.

“Get a room,” our new female friend Sandy teased, as her husband Tom smiled and winked at me.

He leaned over to Lily and whispered to her “Get Sandy to let me do that and I’ll buy your beers for the rest of the night.”

Lily got completely in the act, and motioned her new friend out of her seat for a second. They Sivas Escort huddled in the stairway giggling as the two of us guys looked at each other. As they came back to their seats, both obviously flushed, I watched Sandy whisper in Tom’s ear and saw his eyes go wide open. I looked at Lily questioningly and she said to me in a low voice.

“We’ve been challenged. If we make at least four outrageous bets, and carry them out, Tom gets to do Sandy in her butt tonight.”

“You’re kidding!” I responded.

“Nope,” Lily smiled, “but they have to be outrageous bets, and they get to make sure we complete them.”

“Okay,” I agreed, “here’s bet number 1. If the Pistons lead by 10 at the end of the first quarter, you have to take off your bra.”

“Done”

1st Quarter, 30 seconds remaining.

I leered over at Lily, who blushed a little, knowing she was about to lose her bet. The Pistons were up by 12, with the ball. Without waiting, Lily stood up, grabbed her friend by the hand, and walked down the stairs. Her husband looked down at me and told me that we were drinking free the rest of the night, as his wife had let her sneak in a quick tittie-squeeze during the first time out. Moments later, as the quarter was ending, Lily came back up the stairs, her breasts bouncing and straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. She was bright red and blushing from embarrassment, but at the same time was obviously excited, at least as far as her nipples indicated.

2nd Quarter, 11 minutes left, Pistons up 31-29.

Both of us were very much into the game, which had tightened up considerably. The Bulls looked as if they were going to make a game of it, with an 8-0 run that had brought them within 2. The Pistons had the ball, and as they set up for a shot, Lily quickly looked up at Sandy and said:

“Jon Barry makes a triple here and Jack takes off his boxers.”

I looked back at Lily and said “done,” just as Barry took… and made… the shot… but inside the three-point line. We both looked at Tom for a ruling.

“Neither one of you wins, but neither loses.” Tom and Sandy huddled a moment and announced their decision.

“Boxers and panties join the bra” was the verdict as Sandy showed me Lily’s bra in the bag that Lily’s jacket had come in. We quickly ran to our respective rest rooms, stuffed the appropriate garments in pockets and came up the stairs, missing only a minute of two of the game. We deposited what we’d taken off in the bag, with Tom whistling in appreciation at the lacy underwear that my little dish had taken off.

I couldn’t think of a time that I’d had more fun, especially since we’d brought some other people into our game in a completely non-threatening way. The thought that I was going to contribute to a new friend de-flowering his wife’s anus was a little thrill in itself in a “male-bonding” sort of way, and I was resolved to do my part.

“Okay,” I said, taking a major risk, “here’s the next bet… if the Pistons lead by 10 at the half, I flash Lily in the stairwell, if they’re up by less than at the half, she flashes me.”

Lily looked at me and winked “done.”

2nd Quarter, 10 seconds left. Pistons 53, Bulls 47.

“Uh oh,” Lily said. “I’m in trouble.”

“Do it quick,” Sandy suggested. “Right now before the crowd goes down for half-time.”

We got up quickly, and Tom and Sandy turned in their seats. I moved about six steps down and Lily lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her pussy to me. We went back to our seats and Tom “high-fived” me, with the entire crowd thinking we were cheering for the halftime score.

3rd Quarter, 3:49 remaining. Pistons leading 70-59

Lily took her turn to make the bet. Chauncey Billups had made two straight three-point shots. “If Chauncey misses his next three, Jack takes off his shirt… if he makes it, I take off mine.”

I stared at her in shock, at the same time knowing she had to have something up her sleeve. The Pistons had the ball, but all of a sudden Lily told Sandy she needed Sivas Escort Bayan to go to the bathroom. She slipped her new jacket on and they disappeared, as Tom and I wondered what was up. Moments later, the next three point shot by Billups went in, and I sat there trying to figure out the plan. About five minutes later, they came back up the stairs, with Lily wearing her new jacket, buttoned most of the way up. Sandy made a ceremony of carefully folding the white shirt that I knew was Lily’s. Lily, for her part, made sure I could see an unsnapped part of her jacket as she leaned forward to pick up her beer that was sitting on the floor below. She pulled my hand into her jacket and I felt her breast filling my hand… and I knew that there was nothing on under the jacket!

One more bet. The game was getting close. In fact, the Pistons had squandered a great lead and Chicago was threatening. Lily looked at me with a sad face certain that we’d come to see an unexpected loss. I was confident the Pistons would win, and decided to make my fourth bet on that. I looked up at Lily, and in a voice loud enough for Tom and Sandy to hear, said “Lily, if the Pistons win, you have to suck me off in the car in the parking lot.”

Sandy laughed and told me that given what she’d seen so far, that was likely to happen anyway, and that she didn’t thing it’d be easy to view that, given the public nature of the situation. Sandy suggested a modification.

“If the Pistons win, Lily has to take off that jacket at least ten feet from the car, and has to suck on Jack for at least ten seconds before they close the door. If the Pistons lose, Jack has to take off his pants at least ten feet from the car.

NOW… I was nervous, and on top of that, the Pistons made us wait, and went into overtime.

Overtime, 2 minutes left, Pistons up by 7.

I leaned over to Lily and whispered in her ear. “One last bet.. for us only… if the Pistons win, you can sit on my face until I make you cum three times.” This was an easy bet for me, as I both expected them to win, and wanted to lose the bet.

Lily smiled at me and said “Okay, however, I sit on your face AFTER you cum inside me.”

I looked at her, stunned. Much as I loved the idea, I didn’t think she’d want to take the risk. Very quietly, she opened her purse, and I saw the tell-tale clamshell of a month of birth-control pills, and I understood.

Final Score: Pistons 111, Bulls 102

“Follow us for the proof,” I said to Tom and Sandy, as I sent a lecherous leer at my lover. Luckily we were parked in the same general area. I pointed out my car, and Tom and Sandy dropped a little behind, knowing that Lily was going to be shy about this, especially since there were other people around. I clicked the locks open, and just as promised, around 10 feet from the car, Lily dropped the jacket off her back. She smiled at me and did a quick pirouette, giving Tom and Sandy a flash of her chest, with nipples hardened from the slightly chilly night. We got behind the door of the car and Lily quickly pulled out my cock and sucked on it for the required 10 seconds. Before anyone else could see what was going on, her jacket was back on, snapped halfway up, and Tom and Sandy had come over to the car. Tom shook my hand and said a quick thanks. Sandy gave Lily a hug and whispered something in her ear. They shared a giggle, and we said our good-byes, looking forward to meeting again as the playoffs started.

We drove home quickly, anticipating what was to come. I excused Lily from the rest of her bet obligation, if she’d take off the rest of her clothes and go the entire road home nude. She quickly agreed and seconds later her remaining clothes were in the bag. To my even greater surprise, she boldly walked across my lawn and up the stairs of the deck to the back door, completely naked. I was amazed but somehow not surprised, as I realized once again how lucky I was to have such an incredible lover.

Pausing only to lock the door behind us, we went straight up to Escort Sivas my bed. This time, despite the hunger and the excitement, we took things slowly. We kissed for what seemed like forever, with our hands exploring our bodies. With an easy flow that was based more on mutual desire to please than our experience together, we slid into a 69 as Lily took me deep into her mouth, and I bathed her pussy, alternating licking and sucking her pretty little clit, to poking my tongue into her tasty pussy. From time to time I let my tongue drift to her asshole, flicking it and teasing it with the tip of my tongue, savoring her little gasps of surprise at the unfamiliar sensation, sensing her approval as her sucking increased and her lips tightened around my cock. Lily returned the favor, pushing her finger into me as she sucked, knowing that I enjoyed the sensation as well.

Building up to the inevitable, I slid on top of her and entered my woman, lovingly taking her, slowly moving inside her to ensure that she came as often as possible. As usual, my second erection of the evening lasted much longer, and we both lost track of the time, as well as the various positions we were in. I rode her on her hands and knees, bent her back with her legs over my shoulders, had her ride me both facing me and facing away, and stood at the side the bed as she lay on her side. Moving back on top, I realized that I was about to cum inside Lily for the first time in years, and I could feel my cock swell larger from the emotion of it. Lily looked at me with her eyes wide as she felt the same thing. She looked at me and knew as well what was about to happen. Seconds later I came for what seemed like hours, filling her with my hot cum. Lily smiled at me as if I’d given her the birthday present, and an incredible outpouring of love filled me as I let my body fall onto hers, gently kissing her neck and sucking her earlobe.

Lily gave me a naughty little glance and said “pay up.”

I smiled and answered “gladly” as we rolled over and she got on top and moved her body against mine. I adjusted the pillows under my head as Lily positioned herself with her knees aside my head, and slowly lowered her steaming cum-filled pussy to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to tease her clit and she pressed down against me, her hands moving up to caress her breasts and tease her own nipples. I licked and sucked on her, savoring her taste, and my own cum that periodically dripped into my open mouth. I watched Lily as her eyes glazed over and she kept one hand on her breast and the other reached down to rub her clit, and stick her finger into her own pussy to get cum to suck on. The image was so erotic, watching my lover please herself as I was pleasing her. I counted as best I could how often she came, to make sure I met my obligation. After the third time I felt her shudder against my mouth, I reached up behind her and slid two fingers into her pussy while my tongue worked her clit. I pulled one finger out, and let it drift back and slide into her ass. Lily rocked back on my hand as I slowly fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers while licking her clit and making sure I’d taken care of every drop of cum, both mine and hers.

A few minutes later I felt Lily cum…. number four. Honestly, I could have stayed that way for number five, six, or seven, but I knew it was late, and so did Lily. She very slowly lifted herself off my mouth and rolled over next to me. As Lily snuggled in next to me we started kissing again. We were kissing as if we’d never kissed before and were just discovering the concept. It was exactly the same as the last time we’d been together… kissing hungrily and gently… kissing for the sheer pleasure of it.

It was after midnight and I knew the inevitable was coming. “Baby… when do you have to leave?” I asked, afraid that she’d answer “right now.”

Almost dreamily, Lily fitted herself to me, laying on her side with her head on my shoulder, one hand resting on my chest, and one leg crossed over mine. I felt her breath on me, and felt her heartbeat against my body. I felt the warmth of love and the comfort of someone who knew exactly where she wanted to be.

Lily murmured sleepily, turning her head up to look at me. “Not going back to the house tonight, darling, I’m spending the night at home with you.”

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Sunlight, sliced into ribbons by the blades of the wooden blinds lay loosely on her ivory skin as she lay sleeping in the comfort of her bed. Her golden hair shone like a halo in the bright beams. Her small pink nipples lay relaxed on her firm breasts. She opened one sapphire eye to catch me staring at her. There was a grunted “Frump…It’s too early” and she rolled to her other side, pulling the light cotton sheet over her shoulder. This exposed her round backside to me, and I took advantage of it.

I rubbed her hips and belly tracing my hands along her warm skin. Down my fingers trailed, along the back of the thigh on her upper leg. She obliged me by moving that leg forward and I continued back up along the inner thigh of her lower leg. Softly strumming it back and forth, working down below the knee, and then tracing curlicues up to where the upper leg intersected it. I traced back along that leg, to her round butt Tekirdağ Escort then to the small of her back, and down again. This time I paused to ease my hand up betwixt her thighs. My Fingers encountered the warm moisture of her womanhood.

She shifted her hips, exposing that secret garden to me. Immediately I ran my fingers along the outer lips, up and down. They were still sticky from our previous night’s exertions. I isolated her nubby pearl between two fingers then gently rubbed them together. I let this go for a few heartbeats; mine was pounding in my chest, and then ran one finger along her inner lips, splitting them like two petals of a flower.

Like the humming bird, I rested the fingers at the soft opening of her pink hole. It was moist and soft to the touch. I could hear her breathing begin to quicken, seeing her nipples pushing back the sheet. My two fingers ran back up and began Tekirdağ Escort Bayan making back and forth rubbings on her clit, the fresh honey beginning to coat them. I slid them back down and eased them into her hungry pussy. She began to push and pull with her hips; a moan escaped her as she bucked on first two, then three fingers. My thumb found her clit and pressed it as she rode, my pinky finger curled and the knuckle bumped against her virgin ass.

With a small shudder, I knew she had had a small orgasm. As much fun as I was having in her pleasure it was time I took my own. I withdrew my hand, leaving a glistening trail along her inner thigh. I lifted her top leg and maneuvers mine under it, propping it up. This left her hungry cunt wide for my throbbing cock to plunge into. She was already well soaked and I slid in like a well-oiled bolt, all the way to the root of my dick. Escort Tekirdağ I thrust at her furiously, and just as aggressively, she thrust back, riding my thick pole. I grabbed at her tits, by now the light brown nipples standing proud and hard as rocks. I stilled and let her piston herself on me, enjoying the wonton way she impaled herself over and over and over again on my thick rod. With a backward grab at my hip and her other hand clutching her pillow she let out a long, low moan then a loud ” FUUUCK” through clenched teeth and then she spewed her slick liquid, covering my pelvis, thighs, and lower belly. I reciprocated, having arrived at the edge of ecstasy and exploded my own hot goo deep inside of her while I buried my cock as deep as I could inside her womb, splashing her insides with my thick cum.

Gasping for breath, I pulled out my still firm cock, leaving a wet trail along the sheet. I untangled my legs from hers and the sheets. I gazed in wild wonder at her bruised and angry cunt as it leaked its mixture of my cream and her honey onto the bed. Again, one Angle blue eye opened gazing at the clock ” Jeeze, it’s only six o’clock!” And that was how I left her to recover while I showered and began my day.

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Author’s note: while the setting and characters are loosely based on reality, the events depicted in this story most certainly are not!

*

Danielle’s favourite part of the economics conference was a presentation about rural land use change. It wasn’t so much that she was interested in land use (though she was), it was more because the presenter was utterly gorgeous. With his Australian accent and blond-haired good looks, Sean cut a dashing figure in a tailored grey suit. He was several years older than Danielle, perhaps early thirties. He moved and talked with complete confidence.

Danielle couldn’t take her eyes off him, though afterwards she would hardly remember a word of what he said. He looked in Danielle’s direction often and it felt like he was talking directly to her. Although, she was surrounded by a hundred other economists so it was more likely he was just addressing the crowd in general. Whenever he raised his arm to gesture at the overhead display, his jacket lifted to reveal a nicely toned butt. Her eyes glazed over and she wondered what he looked like naked. Did he have a surfer’s body, smooth and tanned? Was he any good in bed?

With a start, Danielle realised Sean had stopped talking. She clapped appreciatively with everyone else and then they all filed out of the auditorium for afternoon tea break.

The food laid out for afternoon tea looked just as rich and delicious as the rest of the catering at the conference. But Danielle ignored the little chocolate fairy cakes and got a banana from the fruit bowl instead. She couldn’t see Sean amongst the throng of people but even if she did, she wouldn’t have had the nerve to approach him.

“Hi”

Danielle turned at the sound of the voice right behind her. It was him. She glanced around to see if he might have been talking to someone else, but there was no-one else nearby.

He flashed a hundred-watt smile and held out his hand. “I’m Sean. I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

Danielle hastily swallowed her mouthful of banana and shook his hand. “Danielle,” she replied.

“I enjoyed your presentation this morning,” he said, still smiling.

His gaze was friendly, but intense. Danielle averted her eyes and felt her face flush with sudden warmth. “Thanks,” she replied shyly. “I enjoyed yours too. I was thinking I could apply your methodology to an Auckland data set.”

“Really?” Sean looked genuinely pleased. “I’ll send you the full paper. If you have any problems I’d be happy to help.”

A moment later they were interrupted by a senior research fellow who wanted to talk with Sean about something. He apologized to Danielle and touched her briefly on the arm before leaving. Danielle caught her breath at the unexpected contact. She wistfully watched him walk away. It was pure fantasy to think she could ever attract the attention of someone like him. Sure she had a reasonably good figure and long blonde hair that she ruthlessly tamed with a straightening iron. But she didn’t have any natural charisma and felt much more comfortable dealing with facts and figures rather than people.

Soon the next session of presentations started and she lost track of him.

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Later that evening, Danielle showered and dressed for the conference dinner. She was staying in the same hotel as the conference, which was very convenient. But the room was very small and lacked a full-length mirror. Not that she had any options about what to wear, seeing as how she only packed one dress. It was a wrap-style, in a deep burgundy colour. It showed off her narrow waist while skimming forgivingly over the hips. She wore knee-high leather boots and black tights underneath, in concession to winter. She finished putting on her makeup and then made her way down to the ballroom for dinner.

The Sivas Escort ballroom was set out with dozens of round tables with six seats each. Danielle covertly looked around for Sean, hoping she could at least sit at the same table as him. But he sat with his Economic Institute colleagues, and his table was already full. Danielle noticed a table nearby with some familiar faces so she headed for that one.

Dinner was a predictably long, dull affair. Danielle didn’t really like wine but she downed two glasses in an attempt to be a better conversationalist. Not that the other people at her table really noticed if she was talking or not. The older professor sitting next to her soon discovered her to be a willing listener and he happily shared stories of his earlier years in London.

The professor retired soon after finishing dessert, and Danielle considered leaving as well. But then someone else took the seat next to hers. It was Sean.

“I was hoping I’d get a chance to talk with you again,” he said cheerfully. He draped his jacket across the back of the chair.

“Really?” Danielle inwardly kicked herself for sounding so surprised..

“Of course. I’m interested to hear more about the work you’re doing at Auckland council.”

Work was one topic that Danielle was good at talking about. And in Sean, she found someone who was genuinely knowledgeable and interested in what she had to say. Sean considerately refilled her wine glass for her.

Time passed as they conversed. After a while, Danielle was startled to discover there were only a handful of other people left in the room. The waiters were starting to clear the tables and remove the tablecloths.

Sean leaned closer to Danielle. “I think they’re going to throw us out of here fairly soon,” he whispered.

Danielle pouted. Which was an indication of how much she’d had to drink, since sober Danielle never pouted. “How inconsiderate of them,” she said.

“Are you staying here at the hotel?”

Danielle nodded. “Yes, I’m on the eighth floor.”

“We could continue this discussion up in my suite,” Sean offered.

Danielle was momentarily speechless. She knew men supposedly only had one motive for inviting women to their hotel room. Despite fantasizing about Sean all day she never expected to actually be in this position. Then again, maybe he did just want to talk more.

Sean mistook her surprised silence for hesitation. “Come on, I’ve got a fully stocked mini-bar.” He gestured at the empty wine bottles on the table.

“Ok,” said Danielle finally. She picked up her purse and stood, being extra-careful in case the alcohol made her unsteady. But she didn’t have any problems. Sean smiled and his hand brushed against the small of her back as he escorted her to the elevator.

They didn’t run into any other conference attendees on the way to Sean’s room, for which Danielle was very thankful. Sean inserted his key card and held the door open for her.

“It’s a lot bigger than my room,” she murmured appreciatively. As well as a super-king sized bed, there was a glass-top desk, a round table, and several leather tub chairs. Heavy jacquard curtains covered most of one wall and there was probably a balcony or full-length window behind them. Frosted glass sconces provided an intimate level of ambient light.

Sean followed her in. “There are advantages to working for the institute. They pay for good quality accommodation,” he replied.

Danielle turned around and discovered he was right behind her. She took step backward but he moved closer, holding her gaze intently. She took another step back and discovered the bed was in the way. Her heart started pounding.

Sean smiled and raised his hand to brush her hair back from her face. “I noticed you watching me today,” he said softly.

“Oh…” Sivas Escort Bayan Danielle stammered, for lack of anything better to say. The blood rushed to her face again. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She could also smell his cologne, a fresh scent that reminded her of the ocean and suited him perfectly.

“I’ve been watching you, too,” Sean continued. He leaned closer and Danielle was quite certain he was about to kiss her. She’d fantasized about this moment but now that it was about to happen, her brain would not shut up and let her enjoy it.

“I have a boyfriend,” she blurted.

Sean paused and raised an eyebrow. “And yet you came up here with me anyway. How very naughty of you.” He finished with a sly grin.

“You said we were going to talk!” she said defensively.

“So I did,” he conceded. “Let’s talk then. Do you love this boyfriend of yours?”

“I…um…don’t know yet,” she admitted.

Sean trailed his fingertips down the bare skin of Danielle’s arms. “That sounds like a no,” he observed. Danielle sighed and closed her eyes as his gentle touch aroused her even further.

“You have a choice to make,” he said firmly. “You can leave now and we will treat each other with purely professional courtesy next time we meet.”

“Or?” asked Danielle boldly.

“Or,” Sean smiled wickedly, ” you can stay and let me fuck you all night long.”

Danielle gasped at his bluntness. But he was Australian, after all.

“I’m not going to interfere in your life,” he continued. “And I have no plans to move to Auckland. But I can promise you a night neither of us will forget.”

Danielle stared into his deep blue eyes, so close to her own. She knew if she left now she could never forgive herself. “I don’t want to leave,” she said honestly.

“Good.” Sean applied gentle pressure to her shoulders and she fell back onto the bed. He climbed on top and pushed her legs apart with one knee. “Because I would have had a very hard time letting you leave.”

He leaned down and kissed her.

Pinned down by his weight, Danielle could do nothing but kiss him back. His lips were warm and soft and he even tasted like Queensland sunshine. His mouth became more insistent and his left hand started to stroke her breast through the silky fabric of her dress.

Danielle couldn’t help but moan softly and arched her back. The hardness of Sean’s erection pressed against her thigh. His hand moved down and sneakily found its way under the dress. Where he encountered heavy-duty thermal tights. He groaned in frustration and sat up. “You are wearing a lot of layers under there, aren’t you?”

“Well, it’s really cold here in Wellington,” she replied defensively.

“I’ll keep you warm,” Sean promised. He scooted backwards and started undressing her by unzipping one knee-high boot. Danielle tried to sit up and help but he pushed her down firmly. “Let me do it,” he instructed.

So she lay back as Sean efficiently divested her of her boots. Then he lifted her dress up and found the waistband of her tights. He peeled them off entirely and trailed his fingers up her now naked legs. Danielle shivered but not from the cold.

Sean paused and admired her pink and black lacy panties. He gently stroked her pussy through the fabric and watched her face to see what effect it was having. Danielle bit her lip. It felt like all the blood in her body had rushed down to between her legs. And Sean’s gentle touch down there was just arousing her further, without providing any relief.

“Please…” she whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked slyly, still stroking gently.

“Please…fuck me,” she whispered.

Sean smiled. With one hand he pushed aside the lacy panties. He dipped a finger into her wet folds Escort Sivas and Danielle almost cried out at the sudden stimulation. He removed his finger and pulled her panties right off with one movement. Then he pushed her legs further apart and kneeled between them.

“Very nice,” he said appreciatively of her smooth, hairless pussy.

With her dress up around her waist and her legs spread wide, Danielle felt very undignified. But by that stage, she didn’t care. She held her breath as his head moved down to between her legs. Then all she could see was the top of his blond head, and all she could feel was his skilled tongue forcing her pussy lips apart.

Sean’s tongue repeatedly caressed the tight bundle of nerve endings in her clit. Danielle felt herself riding higher and higher on a waves of pleasure. Then he sucked her nub and the intense sensation pushed her over the edge into orgasm. Sean thrust his finger into her pulsating core and lifted his head to watch her expression.

“…wow…” she managed finally.

“You look so sexy when you come,” Sean informed her huskily. He took hold of her dress and pulled it over her head. Then he reached behind her back and unhooked her matching pink and black bra.

Danielle decided it was quite unfair that she was now completely naked while Sean was still fully dressed. So she sat up and attacked the buttons of his white shirt. Still kneeling on the bed, Sean looked down at her with an amused expression. Danielle pushed the shirt back to reveal a lean, but nicely muscled torso. She hesitated, and then reached for his belt.

Sean stopped her by taking hold of her hands. “Allow me,” he offered. He stood up and dropped his pants with one fluid movement. He wore chocolate-coloured silk boxer shorts underneath. Danielle’s eyes feasted on the bulge of his cock, straining at the fabric. He turned away for a moment and she confirmed that yes, he really did have a great butt. When he returned the boxers were gone and he’d already put a condom on.

“You’re so sexy I can’t wait any longer,” Sean apologised.

He had an intense look in his eyes and Danielle suddenly felt like prey being hunted by a large cat. She did not resist as he pushed her back down onto the bed and parted her legs again. He lined his cock up with her opening and entered her with a single thrust. She gasped at being so deliciously filled.

“God, you’re so tight,” Sean groaned. He withdrew and then thrust again, even more deeply. Then it was like he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He thrust faster and faster, pounding into her wet pussy.

Danielle felt a familiar tingling feeling and knew she was about to have another orgasm. Sean suddenly withdrew and she felt a stab of disappointment. But he simply flipped her over onto her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind instead. She moaned as he filled her even more deeply than before. His hands reached around to cup her breasts then he rode her hard and fast until he came.

Danielle collapsed on the bed and Sean flopped down beside her. He was covered with a sheen of sweat and his blond hair severely tousled. He propped his head up on one hand and looked at her tenderly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he admitted.

Danielle smiled shyly. “Me too.”

Sean raised an eyebrow and grinned sardonically. “Got a bit of a dirty mind, have we?”

“No, not at all,” she protested.

Sean leaned in and kissed her. “I bet you have,” he contended. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Danielle blushed and looked away. “Maybe later,” she conceded. “Unless…you want me to go so you can get some sleep?”

Sean just laughed and pulled her body closer. “No way. I said I was going to fuck you all night and I meant it. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath.”

Danielle happily snuggled closer. Her hands boldly began to explore his body, touching and caressing. He sighed in contentment and she felt his cock begin to harden again. Without a doubt, this was turning into the best conference ever.

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For no particular reason, Morgan awoke with a start. She was still floating in Taylor’s pool in the mild sunshine. Her eyes quickly darted around her surroundings, possibly trying to see if anything seemed to be out of place that would alert her to the fact that she had already been found out. It was one of those paranoid and panicky feelings deep in her gut that told her she had been, Morgan felt like ice was injected into the lifeblood of her body as a quiet fear overtook her. She immediately regretted what had taken place earlier with Brad because the thought now occurred to her that getting caught might be a very real possibility.

The very real truth was that she hadn’t planned on ever doing anything physical with Brad, the husband of her good friend Taylor. Morgan and Brad had been flirting back and forth for about as long as she and Taylor had been friends. It was always innocent and usually in front of their spouses. Once a woman knows what to do to catch a man’s eye, she can quietly torment him knowing that the safety of her marriage, and his, will keep him safely at arms length. Morgan enjoyed the sport of catching the glances of a man. Brad had just been sport in Morgan’s mind. Hell, for that matter, Taylor and Morgan’s hubby flirted quite often.

The men were both good looking and successful, their wives undeniably beautiful and took good care of themselves physically. They were both blessed couples to have such appealing spouses. This is probably one of the reasons they had become such good friends, they were very much alike. Morgan slid from her floating lounger and walked in the waist deep water of the shallow end to the steps of the pool. As she ascended the steps of the pool, Morgan scanned the walkway for the bikini top she had tossed there before dozing off. She wasn’t finding it. Her panic rose steadily. ‘What was I thinking?’ It was that reproachful voice in her head that never seemed to be there before doing something stupid, only after, and this voice now told her she had done a doozy. An angry shout startled Morgan from her thoughts. The lustful betrayal of her friend was surely known.

“SKEETER!”

Morgan reflexively looked in the direction of the shout to see that it was Taylor. Morgan noticed (with her heart pounding like a drum) that Taylor was admonishing the streaking ball of fur that was racing across the yard with an object clinched tightly in it’s mouth. “SKEETER, DAMNIT! GET OVER HERE!” Taylor yelled again. Skeeter was the name of their tiny mixed breed mutt that was at least two years old and smaller than the average cat.

As I watched, Skeeter stopped on a dime when he reached the far side of the yard and began lashing his prized object from side to side in much the same way a wild animal might do to extinguish the life of newly caught prey. Skeeter would drop the object, stare at it intently and then capture it again in his jaws and lash it from side to side with newfound fury. Taylor somehow caught the little dog by surprise and swatted it with a broom. The broom didn’t actually connect with the poor animal but it scared it badly enough to forget his quarry and run in fear for its life. Taylor bent down and picked up what remained of the little animals kill. She held it up for Morgan to see.

What Morgan saw was that it used to be the top that matched the bottoms of her bikini. There was enough evidence left to link the two garments but not much else. Taylor winced as she spoke. “Morgan, I am so sorry. I came up to the house for a few minutes and when I looked back out Skeeter was devouring your top. Morgan’s once scattered nerves began to quiet. Seeing half of her $80 bikini in shreds was actually a relief. “Oh my gosh Taylor, is that my top?” “It is; Skeeter came out when I went in. I didn’t even think about it. He still likes to chew things up sometimes.” Taylor returned the smile that was beginning to form across Morgan’s face. “I don’t have anything to put on…” Morgan said hoping that Taylor would offer a solution. “I bought a new bikini that I was going to take back, you can have it.” Taylor held her hand out for Morgan to

follow. “Come on. Just tell me where you bought this one and I’ll replace it.” Morgan took a towel from a patio chair and wrapped it around her breasts.

In the kitchen, Taylor told Morgan to grab herself a fresh drink from the fridge. “I’ll be right back, let me get the suit.”

Morgan casually took a bottle of beer from the fridge and tossed the cap into the trash.

As she waited, she glanced into the connecting rooms wondering where Brad might be.

“Here you are.” Taylor said holding up a bikini still on a hangar. The tags were dangling from each piece. “I liked the design and just Sivas Escort bought it. I tried the top on here and it didn’t fit well…” Taylor removed the top from the hangar and handed it to Morgan. “…try it on.” Morgan started to remove her towel and stopped. “Where’s Brad?” A smile crossed Taylor’s face. “He went golfing. He should have been gone before you got here but was running late. Go ahead.”

Morgan pulled off her towel and put on the new top. It seemed to fit okay. “If it would have looked that good on me I would have kept it.” Taylor offered. Morgan looked down to see that it accentuated her well. “Try the bottoms.” Taylor held them out after removing the tags. “You can do it here, I don’t mind.” Morgan took the new thong bottoms from Taylor and changed on the spot. They too fit well. “Well, I just didn’t know that I was buying a bikini for you. It looks great Morgan.” “Think so?” Morgan said raising her hands slightly and turning in a circle. “Oh yea, you look fabulous. Those bottoms are much better too.” Taylor said prompting Morgan to look down and adjust the straps on her hips. “How so?” Morgan asked, still looking down.

“Because they don’t have come all over them.” Taylor said. Morgan looked up and met Taylor’s gaze. “What?” “Cum, you know, that stuff that leaked out of your body after my husband fucked you, It’s probably all leaked out by now. I cleaned the stuff off of the floor over there…” Taylor said looking back and pointing. “and I suppose the pool filter sucked in the rest of it that was floating in the pool. He doesn’t come too much so that’s probably all of it. Morgan didn’t have to admit or deny anything; the look on her face admitted everything. “So you just decided to fuck my husband in my house, hell you could probably even see me while you were fucking, couldn’t you?” Morgan shook her head as if trying to process what Taylor was saying. She slowly sat back on a barstool and crossed her arms.

“Are you going to deny it?” Taylor asked deprecatingly.

Morgan shook her head. “Nope. I’m sorry you had to wipe up the cum, I guess Brad missed it.”

The look on Taylor’s face was as surprised as Morgan’s had been before. “You wretched little slut, that’s all you have to say… after fucking my husband in my house?”

Morgan shouldn’t have said it but did. “Don’t forget ‘while we could see you’ because I was bending over the counter there. He fucked me from behind so we could both see you while we were doing it.”

Taylor’s mouth was agape. Morgan added. “You said it yourself, don’t ask don’t tell.”

“You slutty little whore! You fucking backstabbing whore! How dare you say that to me after fucking my husband!”

“Come on Taylor. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t plan it. Hell, he pulled his cock out. I didn’t ask for it, I could have screamed I guess, I just didn’t so he fucked me. You had told me he and the kids wouldn’t be here today. There’s a surprise, walking by and seeing Brad in the kitchen.”

“So since my husband was here it was okay for you to just fuck him!”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Morgan said nonchalantly. I’ve never been with a woman but I do find you attractive. We could try it?”

“What in the fuck?! You fuck my husband and then say something like that?! Like it’s all a big joke?!” Taylor began nodding her head and then pointed at Morgan. “All a big joke, alright you little tramp, I’ll show you a fucking joke… It’s the one where I call Troy and tell him ‘your wife fucked my husband and I wiped their cum off of the floor myself’ joke. The punch line is where he divorces you. Morgan stood from the barstool and leaned across the counter. “You’re even sexy when your mad. I’m serious Taylor, I

really think I could sleep with you.”

Taylor picked up the phone and began dialing. “So are you calling my husband to tell him that I fucked Brad today? Or are you calling Brad to confess to fucking Elaine’s husband at the spring cookout? You know, he is pretty hot. By the looks of the pictures I’d say you were enjoying yourself…” Taylor’s face flushed. “Or maybe you’re calling Elaine to apologize for fucking her husband?”

Taylor pressed the button to disconnect the call. Slowly she replaced the phone to the cradle with a look of disbelief on her face.

“Pictures?” Taylor asked quietly. “Yes, pictures. Troy took them. Apparently he just happened to be in the right place at the right time and snapped a few for the family album.” Morgan smiled sweetly as if the conversation were not about lustful indiscretion but gardening. “Do you have these pictures?” Taylor asked. “Well yes. Troy wanted to put them through the shredder but I put them in a safe place. He thinks they were thrown away Sivas Escort Bayan though.”

“So you have had pictures of me having sex with another man… didn’t tell me, didn’t let me know and hung onto them secretly? And then you act like my friend?”

“Calm down Taylor. Things are not always as they seem. We both know that men find us attractive, we work hard to make it so, sometimes things happen, I understand that. That’s why I didn’t say anything to anyone… unlike what you were getting ready to do on the phone there.”

“I just want to know why you kept the pictures, why would you do that and risk other people seeing them?”

“No one else has seen them. I didn’t risk anything. The thing that bothers me is that you were just getting ready to sail me down the river… and that didn’t bother you one bit.

“You fucked my husband in my kitchen and were even looking at me when you did it; wouldn’t that make you a little more than mad?!”

“Maybe I was watching you because I find you attractive.”

Taylor shook her head. “This is just a game to you, your not my friend after all?”

Why do you say that?” Morgan asked.

“Because you hide pictures of me cheating on my husband, fuck my husband and in my house no less and then joke about wanting to sleep with me. Those are things that a friend wouldn’t do. That is how I know that you are no friend of mine and never have been.”

“I don’t agree. A friend would do those things. We have fun visiting, shopping and swimming, all of that stuff we do together. I assume you had fun with Troy and I can certainly say that I had fun letting your husband fuck me. He’s not that big but he knows how to use it.”

“What do you mean ‘fun with Troy?”

Morgan shook her head while collecting her thoughts. “Okay Taylor, my good friend. We’re going to get on the same page. I didn’t plan on fucking Brad, ever. I didn’t do anything with him today but flirt. He pulled his cock out of his pants and approached me. I had to make a decision, walk away or tell him to stop, or go ahead and fuck him. I though about it…I really did. I decided to let him fuck me.” Morgan ran her fingers through her hair and paused. “My first impulse was to walk away until I thought of you and Troy. Me in the back yard setting the table, Brad flipping steaks on the grill and the kids playing in the sandbox… and you cutting vegetables over the sink with Troy’s fingers up your pussy. You were both watching me while he was fingering you. That helped me spread my legs today. Some of it was you sucking Troy like a porn-star in my living room. He’s enjoyed a couple blowjobs from you my good friend. When I thought of that, that’s how I spread my legs apart like a ‘fucking whore’ and let Brad fuck me like one.”

Taylor had started to cry. Her eyes were wet and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She said nothing.

“I never said a word to you Taylor. I just watched a little closer. You on the other hand had the audacity to pick that phone up with the intention of calling Troy and telling him what you knew. That is why I kept the pictures AND the video I have of you and Troy. If you ever tried to sell me out I knew it would be to get Troy for yourself. If that ever happened, I would have used the pictures and the video to destroy you. I considered you my friend, people do stupid things. I’m not going to divorce my husband over getting his dick sucked. You wondered why I kept them. They were insurance. If you ever tried to break my marriage up you would pay dearly. Now are we on the same page?”

Tears were flowing down Taylor’s face. “I’m sorry Morgan. I’m sorry. I fucked Troy once. We did fool around. I don’t know what to say.” Morgan just stood there looking at Taylor.

“We always flirt, Me and Troy and Brad and you. I took it pretty far one time, the day Troy fingered me in the kitchen. He mentioned a threesome with you and I… It just kept going, you know, the conversation, and he began fingering me. I kept talking as he did it, about the threesome. I was really turned on. I told him that we could fuck right there in the kitchen but he wouldn’t. The idea of fucking Troy got stuck in my head. That’s how the blowjobs happened. I finally told him that if he slept with me I would go along with the threesome.” Taylor quit crying. She looked at Morgan with bloodshot eyes waiting for her reply.

“So you fucked him. What about the threesome? When is that supposed to happen?”

Taylor shrugged her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, soon. He was going to ask you about it sometime soon.”

“And you want to do this, take a part on a threesome with me and my husband?”

“I would have done it. I’ve always wondered Escort Sivas what it would be like.”

“I don’t see us ever getting over this and remaining friends, do you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think we have to be enemies. I don’t want to be enemies with you Morgan.”

“We don’t have to avoid each other but things will never be the same. So what about your threesome?” Morgan asked. “Are you going to keep your promise to Troy?”

Taylor didn’t say anything. Morgan picked up the phone and dialed a number. The kitchen was quiet.

“Hey baby.” Morgan said into the phone. “How are you doing?” All Taylor heard was one side of the conversation. “Yea, I’m over at Taylor’s, we laid out and swam a bit today.” “Well I actually called to find out when you could pencil in a threesome with Taylor and us?” “Don’t act so surprised, do you want to have a threesome with Taylor and me?” “I know a lot of things dear. Do you want to or not?” “Since we’re all being so honest today, Taylor told me that you two were fucking around, nothing I didn’t already know or have proof of.” “She got bent out of shape because I fucked Brad in her kitchen today.” “Taylor already tried that with me so don’t even go there. I know what you’ve been up to. Do you want to or not?” “Let’s do it tomorrow then, during the day.” “So take off work.” “Alright. Bye.”

“Tomorrow it is.” Morgan said as she put the phone back down.

“I can’t believe you told him that.”

“That I fucked Brad? Hell yea I’m going to tell him. He gets to fuck you, get blowjobs from you and finger you. Yea, I’m going to level the field for him.”

“Now what?” Taylor asked. The redness in her face and eyes was now gone.

“I get to be as bad as I want to be. What time is Brad going to be home?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Maybe I’ll just hang around and let him fuck me again.” Morgan said brazenly.

“He won’t be home for another couple of hours at least. Please don’t fuck him again Morgan. Not like that. He never has to know anything happened other than what went on today.”

“So you’re just going to show up tomorrow and jump into bed with us?”

“I don’t know what to do.” Taylor said looking away.

“Do you really want to do this?” Morgan asked. Taylor nodded her head. “It turns me on thinking about it. I just wish we weren’t mad at each other.”

“We’re not.” Morgan said holding her arms out for a hug. Taylor moved toward her and the two embraced. “We can have a friendship.” Morgan said gently rubbing Taylor’s back. “It’ll just be different.”

Morgan untied the string that was around Taylor’s neck and pulled away from her. The two didn’t say anything as they removed each others tops and timidly embraced in a kiss. Taylor’s husband Brad came to the back door saw the two before they could do anything about it. He came inside “What’s this? The two most beautiful women I know making out in my kitchen. Can I play too?” Brad said half jokingly.

“What do you think Morgan?” Taylor said. Her mind could think of nothing else to say.

“Pull that cock out and fuck your wife Brad. Here.” Morgan knelt and pulled Taylor’s bikini to the floor. “Spread your legs.” Morgan told her. “See that pussy Brad.” Taylor gasped when she felt Morgan’s finger slide between her legs and slightly penetrate her body. “See where that finger is? Stick your cock in there, c’mon, let me see you fuck her.” Brad pulled open his pants and pulled out his cock. “C’mon Brad, fuck her right now.”

“Fuck me Brad.’ Taylor said arching her back and sticking her ass I the air. Brad moved up to Taylor who was now leaning on the table.

“Fuck her Brad, yea, fuck her good.” Morgan said as she stepped behind Brad and pushed him toward her. He held his cock in his hand and guided it into Taylor’s body. Morgan was just a cheering section. “Oh yea. He is fucking you good Tyalor. C-mon Brad fuck her. She wants it hard and deep. Yea , like that. Yea, fuck yea!”

The show continued until Taylor screamed in orgasm and Brad grunted and moaned releasing his seed. They collapsed onto one another onto the edge of the dining room table, both gasping for breath. Morgan slid out of the kitchen and took her bag into the guest bathroom and dressed. When she returned, Brad and Taylor were both in the pool lying back on the steps just under the water. “I’m going to head out guys.” Morgan called to them. “It’s been fun. So I’ll see you tomorrow Taylor?” Morgan asked. “Definitely tomorrow, it’s a date.” Taylor said.

“K, bye guys.”

Taylor and Brad waved to Morgan. Morgan returned a wave of her own and disappeared behind the door. Taylor heard Morgan start her car and drive away. It spurred her thoughts about tomorrow. Were they actually going to do it? She wanted to feel Troy inside of her again.

She might not have felt so cozy about tomorrow if she knew what was going through Morgan’s mind. Troy was getting ready to leave his office and had a nervous pang in his chest. Morgan felt just fine.

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It was an eight minute drive, She had made it so many times before. Like a thief in the night stealing what moments she could and always wanting more. Tonight however was different, eight minutes seemed to take an eternity, yet pass in a blink. There was electric excitement buzzing on her skin. Sliding a cigarette from the pack on the seat next to her, lighting it, smoke swirling around her like fog. Trying in vain to calm her nerves, it wasn’t working. Right now she knew nothing would. They had been planning this for months, talking, preparing her body. And his. Tonight was the night all their preparation was working toward. She is about to see if it had paid off.

At this point knocking was a formality, she felt completely comfortable and at home in the cozy apartment. He met her at the door with that kiss she looks forward to all of the days they are apart. They are both happy with the context of this arrangement, each having their own lives outside of the few moments they share. Her with a husband and children, a good girl most would say. He was single, and happily so. A talented musician, and songwriter. But together, what they shared was perfect, a comfortable friendship within which they were 100% honest, open and without shame. The other side of this was the sex, good lord the sex!

They held nothing back with one another and were entirely free. In the beginning they shared their deepest darkest secrets and discovered how sexually compatible they were. He knew her needs and kinks and loved her for them. Tonight however was for him. His desires that had held her willingly captive for months. So entirely invested to his pleasure she would do anything to please him. And please him she did, he was open with her in a way he hadn’t known before. Trusting her with his secrets and fantasies. She coveted them as her own. She adored him for trusting her.

He felt her nerves the moment she walked thru the door and was glad they still had time. He took her hand and led her to the bed kissing her gently. He knew how to calm her and had every intention of doing so. Laying her back, slowly removing Sivas Escort her clothes, she shuddered in his arms. His hands moved over her demanding her response. His mouth found her breast and he knew she was giving in to him. Her back arched and his hand found her sex slick and wanting.

He moved over her claiming her mouth, entering her so gently. He moved inside her in deliciously slow even strokes, his mouth leaving hers he whispered “come on babe, give in, you know it’ll make you feel better.” She moaned softly into his neck “that’s a good girl, cum for me” those words, her undoing, she relaxed completely and her orgasm started to build. He pushed deeper inside and pulled out of her, rewarding him with a gushing, screaming orgasm, “God Joel yes” filling her once more he found his own release. She clung to him afterwards relishing in this moment of being his.

There was a knock at the door, it was time! He threw his pants on and went to answer. Pulling his shirt and her panties on she gave a cursory look in the mirror and shrugged… Wandering out to meet the stranger. Introducing him self, we will call him Mr X, feeling his stare she dropped her eyes to her feet. His arm went around her almost protectively. “Don’t be shy babe, let’s go get a drink” he knows she loves the bar in the living room, he went ahead as she kneeled on the barstool.

In the mirror she saw Mr X coming up behind her. Her eyes found her lover and saw him nod, X ran his hands from her breasts around to her ass. Pushing up slightly on her ass X prodded her up, pulling the damp panties down around her knees. “There’s no need for these” X’s hand went inside her shirt cupping her tit. Her back arched involuntarily. She squirmed and suggested they move to the couch. Her panties fell to the floor as she stood up. “Boys you seem to be over dressed” she said grabbing the strong drink Joel had given her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the two men disrobing.

X was Joel’s opposite in almost every way. Joel, tall and adorably sexy, has amazing lips and a muscular body. His cock is a perfect mix of long Sivas Escort Bayan and thick. He is also shaved smoothly. X was shorter and thin, his only noticeable muscles were on his abs. He has a deep v leading to a nicely trimmed dark patch. His cock was very thin and much smaller than Joel’s… She thought wickedly to herself how her lover will enjoy that cock. His clean shaven face was angular.

They followed her to the couch, and settled them selves. She went back to the bedroom to retrieve her cigarettes and made a stop to pee. Coming back to the living room she saw her lover bobbing on X’s cock. She went to him, kneeling in front of him she just watched for a moment, X’s head was tipped back eyes closed obviously enjoying him self. Joel was rock hard when her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him she moved in to lick X’s balls. After a moment she brought her tongue up meeting him as he brought his mouth down on X. As he moved back up she caught him in a passionate kiss. They licked the cock together as if sharing an ice cream cone, eyes locked.

X pushed his hips forward to the edge of the seat and she took the whole cock balls deep in her mouth. Joel’s tongue met her at the balls. “Ride him babe” she stood and positioned herself on top of X facing away from him. Lowering herself Joel slid X’s cock in the wet pussy. Riding X was not enough for her and when Joel’s mouth found her clit she shuddered. X pulled her back against his chest kneading her tits roughly as Joel ran his tongue up the shaft that she was riding. When he licked her clit again she moaned, grinding down on X’s cock Joel’s tongue slipped inside her pussy. She put two fingers on her clit and started rubbing, her lovers tongue running up the cock and along the tender lips. X groaned with the contraction of her cunt. She ground on his cock milking him as she started to cum. Joel’s mouth pushed her hand away licking hard long strokes on her clit, when X felt the gush on hid balls he drove into her squeezing her tits painfully hard. X slipped out as she came and finished cumming in Joel’s mouth. Her Escort Sivas lover lapping up the mess she had just made brought her to a second gushing orgasm licking and sucking all evidence of X from her dripping pussy.

She finished her drink and helped herself to another, smoked a cigarette and say back on the chair enjoying the view of her lovers ass as X sucked his beautiful cock. Finishing her cigarette she took X’s hand and Joel’s leading him to the bed. Sitting at the edge of the bed legs spread wide she slid a finger inside her wet cunt, right hand grabbing her breast, she invited him between her legs. He knelt before her, spreading her wide for X to see, X reached out and shoved 2 fingers in her pussy, he fingered her roughly for a minute. X turned from her and went behind Joel using her cum to lube his ass. He moaned into her pussy as X finger fucked his ass, he reached up to the bedside table and handed X a bottle of astroglide.

He stood in front of her, teasing her with his cock, when he entered her X pushed him forward, bending him at the waist, also forcing him farther inside her. She was staring into his eyes as X entered him, there was a mix of sheer pleasure and pain, the noise he made was almost animal. He went still inside her, X was slowly working his cock all the was in. As he adjusted to the sensation his body relaxed and she felt his cock swell inside her. He filled her more completely than he ever had as X thrusted into him. He kissed her then, allowing X access to push deeper inside. He moaned into her ear, kissed her neck and started moving again, pushing into her he whispered “cum babe, cum for me” in a few strokes, moving in tandem with X she came, screaming her orgasm splashed between them.

He did not stop, fucking her even harder, and pushing hard against the now still X. She closed her eyes loving the sensation of him fucking her and himself at the same time. X grabbed his hips and pounded hard grunting. She smiled up at him, X was about to cum and she hoped feeling X fill him would push him over the edge. She not his bottom lip as X shouted announcing his orgasm. He went dead still inside her, really feeling X cum. When the first wave pumped inside him he lost control. He fucked her harder than anyone ever had, he came with her, biting her tit hard. They lay together shuddering catching their breath. She heard X open the door and leave.

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