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Norfolk, VA June 5, 1978 2pm

“Pete, Pete!” I yelled as the bus came to a stop. My handsome, soldier-husband jumped down from the top step of the bus grabbed me around the waist swinging me in a huge circle. Together we laughed and cried as dazed and dizzy, we kissed clinging to each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he said speaking into my hair as we fumbled at buttons and zippers. Finally, in the privacy of our tiny, base apartment, we allowed the hunger from separation to drive our lust.

“I have to have you, now,” he said as he finished undressing me by ripping the sheer, summer dress and lacy bra from my shoulders. Grabbing both breasts in his hands he kneaded the soft, full flesh then dropped to his knees and fed first from one large, taut nipple then the other.

“Oh God, I’ve missed these nipples. A tour is too long…14 months is too damned long. I couldn’t remember how the wrinkled flesh around the base of your nipples felt on my lips. I never want to forget that, Jamie, never!” He said as he continued sucking and licking.

I ran my fingers through his short cropped hair holding his head tightly against me gasping as his sucking intensified. I felt moistness between my legs, “Oh yes. Please. You make me so wet. I want you,” I said pushing him back and down onto the floor.

“No baby I want you in our nest. Did you make our nest up like I showed you?” he asked as he ran his hand up between my legs and slid his fingers along my folds groaning as my slick juices coated his hand. He grabbed me around the knees easily lifting me over his shoulder. My bare ass at his ear, I massaged his broad back down to his ass as he quickly walked down the hall and into our bedroom. As he lowered me to our bed, he ran his hands along my sides over the thick, top quilt then buried his head between my thighs. Sucking my large, sensitive clit into his mouth he groaned and gently bit me.

“Aaahh,” I cried out. “Don’t tease me now, please. Please I need you. I’ve needed this for so long.” I was using my feet to push his open pants down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, I pulled him up by his ears. “Please just push inside me now. Please, now, Now, NOW!”

His cock easily threaded my moist opening. Frantic and crazed for each other we humped, pumped and throbbed against each other. Feeling his balls hitting the skin just below my slit with each thunderous plunge, I felt his cock swell. Screaming as my internal muscles began their rhythmic spasm, he released his seed deep inside me. Later, after exhausting each other, we lay…still entwined, the room smelled of sex and musky sweat. My long, red hair was damp; the sheets beneath us wet. Our breathing finally calm, the intensity of separation at last quieted, we talked.

“The nest is perfect. You remembered. How many layers of quilts and comforters did you use?” he asked.

“Three quilts and four comforters and you’re right it is easier to store extra blankets on the bed. Why did I ever think a simple mattress pad was enough with a single layer of sheet?” I asked, breathing into his chest his arms tightly enfolding me.

“It’s ok baby, You’re young,” he laughed and dodged the punch he knew was coming. “My grandma taught me about making beds so you want to sleep in them. When you work hard all day and your body finally needs rest…and sex,” he said as he playfully nibbled on my ear, “You gotta have a nest, a deep bed to just fall into and enjoy ’cause it’ll be soon enough and you’re up and out working hard again.”

Boston, MA December 24, 20126pm

Jamie was the kind of woman who was fiercely independent and often off-putting to the men she attempted to date. Although she wanted to be in a relationship and had spent hours filling out every kind of relationship questionnaire on several different online dating sites, she just couldn’t seem to get past two dates. They would discover she had a PhD; they would discover she was a widow — twice, no less and they would discover that the vast majority of her life she had been on her own and was financially secure through sheer hard work, extreme tenacity and will of spirit. She had read all of the advice given to women regarding why they were failures at making a man fall head-over-heels in love with them and had finally come to the conclusion that she no longer knew how to allow a man to take care of her, how to make him feel powerful and in control.

Stepping out of the revolving door of the hotel, she was pleasantly surprised to see the light cover of snow on the sidewalk and the huge heavy flakes swirling around the headlights of what looked like a thousand taxis. It was Christmas Eve and dark although it was only 3pm. There was a heavy cloud cover….snow clouds. Well, Santa would be pleased — snowing on Christmas Eve. How long had it been since she had seen a white Christmas? She had to get a gift for her personal secretary. This was the one chore she had to do herself. How could she ask Glenda to buy herself a Christmas gift? They were to have Christmas Brunch tomorrow and she knew Glenda would have something for her. She hailed a taxi and arrived quickly at a large shopping mall.

Inside the cavernous mall, she loosened her coat allowing the deep, emerald-green cowl neck sweater she wore beneath to show. Her long, bright red, naturally curly hair tumbled over canlı bahis her shoulders a stray lock of curls nestled in the cleft of her ample breasts. With a tight, black, knee-length skirt and black, calf-high boots she was attracting attention from men who, at the last minute, were frantically looking for a gift. Of course, she didn’t notice the men noticing and that was another problem. She was always so focused on what she was doing or what she would be doing that if you’d asked her she would say, “Men never flirt with me; I must be invisible; they just don’t notice me.”

Rounding a corner headed to the Perfume Emporium, she ran into Santa Claus….literally! Almost knocking him down, they locked arms only to prevent the other from falling. In a deep, very, Santa-like voice, he said, “Ho, Ho, Ho little Lady! If you are hurrying to tell Santa what you want for Christmas you have only a short time left. My house is right over here.”

He had his arm around her waist and was pulling, almost dragging her toward a small, red house erected in the middle of the mall under a huge, vaulted ceiling. A sign announcing “Santa’s In” greeted them as did a very scantily-clad, young woman dressed as an elf. The elf woman grabbed Jamie’s coat at the neck line and pulled the coat away effortlessly. Plopping down into the over-sized chair tucked inside the door of the house, Santa maneuvered Jamie onto his lap.

“So, Little Lady, tell me. What would you like for Christmas? Surely there is something you have always wanted that Santa could bring you,” he said.

For the first time Jamie was able to take in this white-bearded, red-coated man on whose lap she sat. Piercing, blue eyes under full, graying eyebrows penetrated her with their gaze. His full lips and perfectly white teeth, although almost hidden by the massive, mostly-white and extremely, natural-looking beard, looked sumptuous. She felt she could have fallen into those lips. She could feel a very firm and well-muscled thigh beneath her thighs, and her bottom tucked snugly against his pelvis and abdomen. A throbbing sensation alerted her to his hardening cock nestled against her ass. Her right arm was draped around a taut, well-built shoulder. When had she slipped her arm around his shoulders? His left hand rested on her exposed left thigh; the warmth of his hand radiated out enveloping her lower body. That hand didn’t belong to any old man; the skin was clear and tight, the fingers rounded and thick, he wasn’t wearing a ring and his cock, now erect, felt huge and full.

“Come now Little Lady. Surely there is something Santa can bring you. Tell me, what does your heart deeply desire?” He said through those lush lips, laugh lines appearing around the corners of his deep, penetrating eyes.

As if from a dream state Jamie said, “I’ve been married twice…two soldiers who were strong men in body, mind and soul but they were killed. I’ve been alone a very long time. I’ve had to be strong and independent and that’s what men hate about me. I’m lonely, horny and sick of the whole online-dating meet-the-next-loser game.”

She sighed deeply then turned her upper body to face him her butt firmly pressed against his raging hard-on. Placing both arms around his neck, tears moistening her eyes, she said, as she rocked her hips in his lap, “I want a man; a man of my own. I want a man who will love me, understand me and not be afraid or intimidated by me. I want a man who enjoys making love and screwing and fucking. Yes, fucking because we are animals. Fucking because it feels so damned good; because man and woman body fluids mingled in sweat and exhaustion makes life worth living. I want a man who feels equal to me and will allow me to love him and care for him the way he will love and care for me. I want a home with this man; I want to grow old in this man’s arms. That’s all I want for Christmas, that’s all I have ever wanted, Santa.”

A broad smile parted the full, white beard as Santa tilted his head their foreheads touching and said softly, “Well my dear that seems a very sincere request. Go home now, get to bed you will sleep soundly. Christmas morning your gift will be under your covers.”

Brushing her teeth, Jamie pondered the bizarre visit to Santa. She hadn’t even remembered leaving the mall or the ride back to the hotel. Why had she poured her heart out to Santa Claus? She laughed quietly to herself as she mused, ‘I asked Santa Claus for a man and he’s the only man on Earth that can actually give me that gift.’

Climbing into bed she pulled the covers up over her nude body. She had married Pete at 17; he had taught her to sleep nude and relieved her of her virginity. He had died in Vietnam during his fourth tour of duty. Thinking to herself: ‘Was that a dream last night? Maybe I had time traveled…it had seemed so real. That craziness I had told Santa — What if I lose what I do have – Oh God where had that come from? The dream, that’s where! But they are just memories…memories that’s all…’ and as she fell to sleep: ‘I just dreamed…of Pete…of huge, cozy nest-like beds…of mingled man and woman smells…after sweating and tumbling…after being tangled in arms, legs, and lips. It was just a dream.’

Fort Huachuca, AZJuly, 1995 noon

Stripping off her clothes down to panties and bra, she slipped her boots back bahis siteleri on. She was ahead of schedule and wanted to take advantage of the waterfall and deep pool of water she had noticed as she descended the trail. The sky was a crystal-clear, deep blue. Stopping every mile or so to drop off more supplies and stowing them securely in the hidden caches then repacking Petey to make sure her load was evenly distributed wasn’t hard work in itself. In fact, she enjoyed riding in the mountains. Petey was tied securely; Cay was munching on grass so Jamie slowly walked down the hillside leading to the pool of water.

The loud rushing sound of the waterfall was the only sounds she could hear. Walking out on a low-lying, flat rock she unhooked her bra and used her thumbs to slide her panties down over her hips. Stepping out of them she slid down into the water. Gasping as the cool water moved up her body she finally dropped down allowing her head to go underwater. As she resurfaced, she rolled over on her back her breasts floating above the water their hard nipples erect and sensitive. The intense, yellow light from the sun played over her body as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the water. Musing to herself she realized it would be perfect to have a man to play with now…in the water, in the warmth of the sun.

As she runs her hands over her breasts pulling on her nipples enjoying the tight and hard sensation that registers as arousal between her legs, she turns over and swims slowly to the edge. As she pulls herself up onto a large, flat rock she wrings out her long red hair then lies back her legs slightly spread her arms raised up over her head. The sun warmed rock feels wonderful. She lowers her right arm finding the folds between her legs and the large, hard, sensitive, nub of her clitoris.

Gently, yet firmly, grasping her clit she begins a pulling/rubbing motion. Her left hand has found her breast and she’s rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. A low groan escapes from between her lush, full lips, her hips begin to move up and back as if they have a mind of their own. In her mind, she imagines a man…no, the man, August, the uptight, grumpy orienteering trainer who left her to find her way back to the parking lot marked on a map. She’d surprise him and get back early having delivered all of her supplies. His tight, hard body would feel so good right now and she wondered with a laugh if he was as rigid as the others had said. A hard, rigid man would be good to have beside her right now. She imagines he is watching her, wanting her. His cock hard and aching….

Deeply enmeshed in the world of bodily sensations…the warmth of the sun on her bare skin, the ever growing flood of warmth up and over her abdomen as she lingers as long as she can on the edge of orgasm…her nipples are pleasurably/painfully hard, her breathing labored and uneven and the desire, oh yes, the desire to be penetrated just before the crash of orgasm is overwhelming….she plays the movie in her mind of penetration…remembering the feel of the softly-hard, mushroom-shaped helmet of an engorged cock snuggling up into her swollen, wet labia…pushing them further apart to reveal the deep reds, pinks and purples of excitement, mixing his pre-cum with her slippery, clear fluids…teasing her ….playing in her wetness nudging in to where the first ring of strong, circular muscle requires slightly more pressure to push though into the velvety-smooth, interior canal of sensation….she feels the throbbing veins standing out on his cock as he gently yet firmly strokes her inner walls and gasps as he reaches her cervix holding firmly, wanting to stay as deeply embedded as possible his heavily distended balls resting against her outer flesh from the lowest part of her slit down, over and below her ass hole.

She isn’t aware he is watching or stroking the cock she so longs to feel….if only he were so bold as to slip between her open thighs his rigid cock easily threading into her…she could wrap her muscled legs around his waist pulling him into her center…..locking her ankles at his lower back to keep him deep until the inner muscles of her cunt begin to throb in their own rhythm, milking his cock and she cums all over his cock as he erupts inside her unable to resist the spasms of her internal massage….

“I’d imagine my cock would slip easily into you about now,” he said softly, his lips only inches from her face.

She jumped opening her eyes… seeing him, August, the real man kneeling beside her his erect cock…the head a purple, swollen, helmet-shaped head dripping long strings of pre-cum his balls heavy hanging sacs between his thighs. He quickly moved around situating himself between her open thighs. Reaching in with two fingers he penetrated her wet center, stroking her she groaned leaned back and spread her legs farther apart. “Please, please…now, “she begged.

He pulled her up lifting her onto his stiff shaft as he sat back so that she was seated on his lap. His strokes at once firm and commanding; their bodies locked together. With her hips firmly grasped in his hands, he lifted her up and down his cock. As she rocked her hips back and forth holding onto his shoulders, her head dropped…she moaned her fluids flooding his cock dripping out as he continued to plunge into bahis şirketleri her. She felt his cock swell even more knowing he was near orgasm she clamped her muscles tightly allowing his rising passion and need to bring her off again.

Resting in each other’s arms she was still impaled on his semi-hard shaft. “I have been following you and hoped you would stop at the waterfall to swim. I’ve wanted you since I first met you,” he said.

Boston, MA December 24, 2012 11pm

Waking suddenly by the sound of her voice calling him…. “August!” she gasped…her second husband…vanished as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. He had died from prostate cancer 10 years after they were married. His tour during Desert Storm had claimed the lives of every man under his command; all had died from prostate cancer.

They had married two weeks after their waterfall affair. For years, they continued working the trails together always stopping off at the waterfall to enjoy the sensual, sexual pleasures that renewed their commitment to each other.

As she splashed water in her face in the hotel bathroom, she gazed at the woman staring back at her in the mirror. “Damn, last night I dreamed of Pete and tonight of August, “she said tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill over. Wiping her face with a towel she went to the room’s bar and opened a bottle of Vodka. Searching through the small refrigerator she found tonic water and made a drink. Walking over to the double doors of the balcony she opened the drapes and was amazed at the snowy white wonderland that met her gaze. Twinkling lights of every color reflected off the hotels, bars and shops on the street below. As she opened the doors and stepped out onto the balcony, snow continued to fall. Huge, lazy flakes drifted down on the windless night air. It was Christmas Eve. The street below was eerily quiet there were no tire tracks in the snow and no one walked down the street. “Magic,” she whispered, her breath coming out in a fog in front of her face. “It’s magic. Santa will bring me my man, he promised.”

Shivering, she came back inside closing the double doors and drapes. The gift she had purchased for Glenda was brightly wrapped on the table. A huge, holiday-basket of fruits, nuts and wine, a gift from the man she dated sat on the table. Its colorful ribbons and festive decorations of candy canes, chocolate pine cones and a tiny Christmas tree cookie were beautiful. Until now she hadn’t even looked at the basket. As she untied the huge red bow the transparent wrapper fell away and a single candy cane toppled from the basket. She removed the wrapper quickly stuffing the candy into her mouth allowing the sweet peppermint delight to melt on her tongue. She hadn’t enjoyed a candy cane since she was a child. Using the candy cane to stir her drink, the mixed flavors of alcohol and peppermint were delightful; she finished that drink, made another and finished that one as well.

Slightly buzzed from the alcohol, she went back to bed falling asleep instantly.

Boston, MA Christmas Day, 2012 8 am

Jamie remains asleep under the thick, lush comforter. Her red hair is splayed out around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her head tucked down, knees drawn up, her breathing smooth and easy, her body spooned by the man behind her who also remains sound asleep. His muscled arm encircles her rib cage his fingers lightly touching her right nipple his knees drawn up tucked in behind hers’ their bodies snug. Light has begun to show through the opening in the drapes — it’s sunny this Christmas morning.

A deep sigh with a stretch and yawn interrupts their slumber. As Jamie moves he kisses the back of her head. “Good morning,” he says, “Merry Christmas!”

He pushes his morning erection into her buttocks. She moans adjusting her position so that his rigid shaft is caught between her thighs. As she rocks her hips, the head of his cock nudges her slit. She is wet and slippery and with a minor movement she is able to capture and conceal the head of his cock in her folds. He pushes forward entering her fully, deeply and completely in one stroke. She gasps at this first stroke; she’s sore from their night-long sessions of making love, screwing and fucking. They moan in unison as the natural humping of both bodies cause them to seek a more purposeful motion. She rolls slowly onto her abdomen he follows without losing their pacing. Her legs closed, her hips arched as she pushes up and back at him seeking deep, full penetration. He easily remains buried in her. Holding himself up and off of her he rams his cock back and forth along her velvety inner walls. The angle of her hips causes each stroke of his cock to mash her g-spot between his cock and the bed. Her orgasm builds quickly, she releases herself into the spreading warmth screaming into the bed until the tension is gone and she lowers her hips her spasms now infrequent. He continues stroking into her; she isn’t able to resist the urge to arch her hips once more and push back into him to make him fill her completely with each thrust. Caught up in yet another build-up to orgasm, she feels his cock swell deep inside her. He pushes hard into her pumping a huge load; the warmth spreading inside her causes her to topple over the edge and she feels her muscles milk him…draining him. He pulls her back into his body and turns they lay side by side connected…..his arms encircling her. Her head rests against his chest. Pulling the comforter up they drift together in a place between sleep and wakefulness.

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This morning Hug Beaumont, the local TV weatherman stood in front of his blue screen and reported the local weather for mid July in Marston Hill, Nebraska, my home town. Hugh was entirely too cheery at 7 a.m. His bald dome reflected the studio’s light and he was wearing a lime green suit and a green tie so dark it was nearly black. He said the local temperature was 80 degrees, the dew temperature was 54 degrees, and barometric pressure stood at 30.12. The wind came out of the east at six miles per hour. Channel seven’s Doppler radar shower clear sky a full 600 miles out in every direction.

Appearing behind Hug a huge yellow smiley face surrounded by slender isosceles triangles of a darker yellow hue made a convivial sun.

“If you are not cooped up in an office, in a sick bed or allergic to the sun today will be a perfect day to catch some rays. Just apply plenty of sunscreen,” Hug said.

What a wonderful idea, I thought while sipping my coffee. Brian, her husband, would soon finish his jam and toast, finish his cursory reading of theCollier Sentinel, fold it in a precise square and leave for work. Both of the boys were in camp and her daughter was being spoiled by the grandparents in Omaha.

After washing the dishes and making the beds she could do some quality nude sunbathing in the back yard. Most of the neighbors would be slaving away at their jobs. I decided that now would be the perfect opportunity to sun bathe in the nude. I had always wanted to do that but had never dared. There was little chance that anyone would see me. The backyard of our house is bordered by a high redwood fence. The thought of getting caught was exciting in itself.

She washed the dishes, stuck them in the drainer next to the sink to air dry, wiped down the kitchen table and counters, spruced the house a bit and made the bed in the master bedroom. By nine a.m. she was ready to go in the backyard.

The sun shined brightly, birds were singing, and in the distance I could hear the hum of a lawn mower.

I was naked after removing my white shorts and yellow tank top. I draped a large orange beach towel with the image of a white pelican on it over the white mesh of the beach chaise. The chair with its trampoline-like suspension system distributed your weight and eliminated pressure points on your body. Equipped with a built-in head rest, it was worth every penny of the $169 dollars we had spent on it last summer.

I stretched out over the chaise. After liberally applying a coating of sunscreen across my body, I lay on my back and slipped headphones over my ears, turned the Walkman on, Kid Rock came into my ears, and I closed my eyes and let my body relax. The sun streamed down on to my large breasts and heat seemed to radiate from my nipples. The man whom I fucked more then my husband said they resembled little metal trash cans, like the one Grover occupied on Sesame Street. Thinking of my lover made me horny. My horniness and the sun’s heat created a small fire in my pussy. The sun looked down on my luscious body, my sumptuous breasts standing so proudly even against gravity and the moist delta between my legs and it was fucking me. This was such a total turn on.

I opened my eyes momentarily to look around and make sure no peeping Toms were leering at me over the fence. I almost wished there where. Not seeing anyone, I closed my eyes and started running my hands up and down my body from the nub of my clit to my distended nipples. My hands, slick from the sunscreen, passed illegal bahis over my body smoothly and effortlessly. I was so wet. I eased my oily fingers into my hot hole. I moaned as my fingers played with my pussy. Being outside in the open doing this to myself was such a fillip. My digits stroked my clit and moved in and out of my pussy like my lover’s cock. Within two minutes, I came with an earth-shattering climax starting in my clit and rippling out like the waves made when a pebble is dropped in a still pond.

I relaxed to the voice of Kid Rock. Remembering the last time my lover’s cock invaded me and resigning myself to never having Kid Rock’s cock in my pussy, I fell asleep. I came out of my slumber and felt familiar feelings creeping through my body. Figuring that I was merely having a sexy dream, I stroked my nipples and imagined my fingers as feathers. These quills, plucked from the lightest and tiniest avian in the ornithological community, stroked my abdomen and tickled their way down to my pussy. Just short of my pubic ridge these feathers, my fingers actually encountered an obstacle. I sat up with a start, blinking and seeing large black dots in my vision as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun light. Looking down I could see a head of thick, curly black hair buried in my pussy.

“What the fuck,” I said in voice nearly loud enough to be heard in downtown Collier. I pulled the ear phones off, reached down, grabbed at the black helmet of hair and pulled him off my pussy.

Standing at well over six feet, he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever encountered. In a small way he reminded me of my Army Recruiter, the man who induced me into joining the United States Army and then spent one whole day eating my pussy as it had never been eaten.

This man had removed his shirt and his hard body perspired in the hot sun. He looked at me with the most intense green eyes. From the look of his slab of shoulder, well defined pecks and leathery tan he spent a good deal of time in the outdoors.

“Sorry but I couldn’t help myself,” he said through teeth the color of snow on an Alpine peak.

“Um, yeah,” I said stupidly.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore. I have been watching you since you came out of the house. You almost caught me when you looked around but I managed to duck down behind the fence before you saw me. When you started playing with yourself, I started playing with myself.” he said.

I noticed his unzipped jeans. Through the crack made by the opened teeth of the zipper I saw the helmet of his hard cock trying to work its way from the opening in his pants.

“When you fell asleep I couldn’t help but wonder if your pussy tasted as good as it looked. When you nodded off I managed to get over your fence without waking you,” he said.

I was sitting naked on the beach chaise with a naked stranger standing over top of me. Thirty seconds earlier his mouth was dining on my pussy. Talk about bizarre. Truly bizarre.

“Who are you?” I asked. I tried to pull some of the pelican towel around my nakedness but didn’t accomplish much.
“I work for your neighbors, the O’Briens. I’m a gardener slash landscape architect. He removed a white business card from left pocket on his ass. I usually do their yard on Tuesdays, but if you are going to be doing this on Wednesdays, I am going to change my routine,” he said with a thousand watt smile just as captivating as Burt Lancaster’s.

I felt my stomach flutter as he handed me his business card. It illegal bahis siteleri showed garden implements, his home and work numbers and his name: Joseph Prueuer.

“I am sorry I scared you, but I am glad I got a chance to eat you though. You taste fantastic and if I may say so your body is fantastic. You aren’t going to yell rape or call the cops are you?” he asked.

His cock had made definite progress in escaping from the confines of his pants.

“My name is Joe,” he said.

“I’m Samantha,” I said.

Despite this bizarre situation, I was getting excited. How often I had fantasized about just this sort of thing: Being fucked in the outdoors by a tall, dark stranger with a monster of a cock.

I began to rationalize. My husband and I had not fucked in months. My lover was locked for the next three months inside a submerged submarine somewhere in the western Pacific.

While these thoughts bounced around inside my mind Joe, the gardener slash landscape architect started running his hand across my inner thigh.

“Would you like me to finish what I started?” Joe asked. A grin stretched from one ear to the other. “I hate to leave a job unfinished.”

I laughed nervously and nodded.

“Just lay back and I will take care of everything,” Joe said.

He undraped the towel I still clutched across my breasts.

There, that’s better. You should stay naked as much as possible. Relax and let me do the driving. Enjoy yourself. I was in Troop 116 of the Boy Scouts and I got a merit badge for eating pussy.” He spread my legs, dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue into my pussy.

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the treat of his tongue. He zeroed in on my clit, pasting its surface with the long muscle in his mouth. It seemed more snake then tongue. He managed to sweep across portions of my pussy never visited by such pleasure. Efficiently and effortlessly he made me cum.

He stood up, untied his black work boots, removed them hastily, unbuckled his jeans, stepped out of them and then removed his pale blue boxer briefs. A large bush of hair as black as coal hung over a cock at least nine inches long and five inches in diameter.

Leaning over me, his cock brushing my tummy, he sucked my nipples into his moist mouth then his teeth nibbled my ear lobes and sucked on my neck.

The tiny hairs on my arms tingled and I began to moan. He worked his way down my body, planting light, butterfly kisses across my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. My pussy was so wet.

He lifted my legs and laid them across his shoulders. He slid his warm tongue across my clit and I shivered. This man planted his tongue in my pussy with the same deftness he planted flower seeds, I imagined. This man was a virtuoso. Next he introduced a finger inside me. At the same time he massaged my ass. By turns he fucked me with his tongue and his fingers. I could not remember being this wet. The signal of the nearest of my orgasm was the tingling in the walls of my pussy, in the depths of my abdomen.

As he pushed his index finger deep into my rectum, I exploded in orgasm.

“Oh my God!” I screeched. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through me. I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of my asshole. He removed his finger from my rear and licked my pussy with renewed vigor. My breathing calming down, I sat up and ran my fingers through his rich bank of hair. “Thank you. That was incredible,” I said.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he canlı bahis siteleri said.

“All the same, I need to return the favor,” I said.

I stood up, motioned for him to take my place on the chaise. Getting down on my knees next to the chaise, leaning over his standing cock, I took him in my hand, stroked it five times and then swallowed it. I ran my tongue lightly around the tip of his head of his cock. He moaned as I slowly sucked. Holding him with my hand I ran my tongue down his shaft to his balls. I could feel his cock jerk as I sucked his balls into my mouth and tickled the sides of his cock with my fingers. As I sucked, I could feel his breath quicken. It was his turn to moan.

I renewed my intense suctioning and soon he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every tasty drop of his semen.

Now it was time for his cock to fuck my pussy. He entered me with one quick thrust. His cock felt so incredible in my tight, wet pussy. His bare feet pushed against the green grass surrounding the chaise. Thrusting harder and harder, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward the rage of his jabbing cock.

“Fuck me, stud,” I said

“I haven’t even started,” Joe said.

He seemed to have no limits, no need to slow down, to rest, to recuperate. His prick was efficient in its smooth motion and relentless in its follow through.

“Give me that hard cock of yours,” I said. My breathing was rapid and my heart raced.

I reached up, grabbed his muscled flanks and pulled him toward my pussy. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. This feels so good,” I said.

I felt his balls smacking my bottom. His cock was so deep, so wonderfully deep.

He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. Then he sucked my nipples so passionately and so forcefully I imagined he would tap into my milk ducts. As his cock rocked back and forth in me he manhandled my tits.

“What incredible tits you have. What size are they baby?” he asked.

“42D,” I answered.

“If not today, but some day I will fuck these tits,” he said.

Finally he paused for a moment and his semen flooded my pussy. At nearly the same moment I came. My God did I come. She thought she had been fucked before but that was nothing compared to the fucking this man was capable of.

He rested on me and our hearts slowed.

He sucked my nipples and while kissing me moved his tongue into my mouth. His calloused fingers stroked my flesh.

Turning me over, he lifted my ass in the ass and commenced to fuck me doggy fashion. He slammed into me and my head bounced off the chaise’s padded head rest.

This man’s cock was awesome, I though. I reached back and tried to touch his ass. My pussy made squishy sounds as he fucked me.

“Harder,” I said.

Harder he did it.

While his cock moved in and out of my pussy he inserted a finger in my asshole. Such sensations of pleasure intermingled from the actions of his thrusting cock and the probing of his finger.

I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock.

Simply and in my most declaratively, I said: “Fuck me.”

He moved faster and faster and soon I know his prick would discharge. Suddenly he stiffened, groaned and released his seed, but not before I had the most intense orgasm in the history of orgasms.

By this time it was early afternoon and my husband would be driving into the garage.

As he dressed, I nearly begged him to make another visit to the backyard.

“If it is raining we can spend the time in bed. You can plant your seeds in doors just as well as you can outside. You are some kind of gardener Mr. Prueur,” I said.

He kissed me and went through the gate this time instead of vaulting it. I could not wait until next week.

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Here is Chapter Two of Book of Carnal. I recommend reading of Ch. 1 first, as you will get a better idea of what is happening to Jason. Edited by br00. Please enjoy and don’t forget to vote!

Copyright © 2012 by Tipson. All rights reserved.

Jason shivered with the energy that surged through him as he opened the book. He had never had so much pleasure from holding book before, and he could cum just from it, holding it, his blood heating up as if about to blow over.

It was time for a change. He had decided it was time for a change after lusting over gorgeous Misty at work not so long ago, in turn being so turned on that he was unable to move from his desk the whole time, unable to release, then releasing quickly, finally in his room, on his bed.

The book had come to him from such a gorgeous, “ghost? Nah, apparition.” Was the way he had describe the woman that had fucked him senseless, and he had fucked senseless in his last vacation in Cairo. She had been so gorgeous, and so hot, but Misty had her. Maybe. He remembered she could read minds, and hoped she would not be pissed at him for the thought.

Warning: The longer you read and hold this book the more you will change, at times a god, others insane…

He turned the page. He had already decided:fuck it, he was not going to change his mind now.The pleasure running through him clouded his mind, but it was so delicious.The more you use this first power the better you will be able to control it. You will become more and more desirable, and you will be able to influence those that desire you. You are now…”Ahhhh” flew out of Jason lips. The more he read the more the pleasure increased. He felt ready to burst, but could not and did not want to stop reading…now desirable but unaware. Your influence will also increase, and you will be able to do…he skipped…to obtain this power you must cum on this page of this book.

Jason got to his knees, and placing the book bellow him, he wrapped his hand around his extremely aroused cock. It took all but two strokes for him to blow his load, cumming so strongly he almost lost his senses. He looked down noticing that the book (or the page of the book) seemed to suck in his copious load. He would have freaked out on any other occasion, but he was well past that point. His skin still tingled with the power of the orgasm, and his dick had slightly deflated. He rubbed his chest trying to catch his breath, and jumped at the sensitivity of his nipples. Shutting the book and putting it away, he decided he wanted to try this new power, and he was also desiring a scotch, or tequila, or “fucking something!”

I wonder what Misty is up to?He thought.No, not yet. Don’t wanna fuck it up with her. I’ll get someone at the bar.

After a shower he dressed in clothes that seemed to fit him better, and he noticed that he looked bulkier. He could not believe it. He had never ever been anything but pudgy. He removed his shirt to examine himself closer in the mirror, and noticed a bit of lines, no too deep, but present that defined hardened muscle. “Pretty fucking cool!” he exclaimed and redressed.

Arriving downstairs he looked at his car and almost passed it, as it no longer looked so beat up. It didn’t look new, but it most certainly was in a better state than it had been that morning, or when he had driven it after work for that matter. “I should have cum on that page long ago,” he chided. “To business,” he said, driving away.

He pulled in to the parking lot of the pub “Slam Jams,” and exited the car. He stopped, his confidence wavering. He had only been there a hand full of times, mostly to drink – alone. Out of all the times he had hit on one of the women, he had been rejected in varying degrees; the worse being, “Fuck no. I am not interested in fat, nor ugly.” He did not want a repeat of that. But, the book had said to practice, and the great sex with the apparition had taken place, and, well, no pain on gain.

Building his courage he walked in to the locale, and was greeted by a full crowd, and a remix of that stupid song, “Here’s My Number, So Call Me Maybe.” He hated the song, but soon it would be over. The singer was cute though, and once, when he saw the video online, he wished he could shove his cock into her mouth every time she started such an idiotic line.

He got the attention of the bartender, who actually smiled at him for the first time.

“What will you have?”

“Johnny Black straight.”

“You haven’t bee here in a while, and for returning the first one is on me,” the gorgeous bartender had replied.

‘What,’ he thought, ‘she noticed me enough know that I had been here before?’ “Wow. Thanks! You’re going to make me come more often.”

“That’s the point, enjoy,” and she walked away to serve the others.

‘What was that all about? And a free drink too! Maybe the book was right,’ he enthusiastically thought.

He felt good, and the confidence was returning to him. He took a sip, but really just wanted to down it, but just like that? güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri He looked to one side of the bar, noticing a well-shaped lady, with form fitting blue jeans, and a white top that filled up nicely, getting a shot of some sorts. He thought it was an appletini shot, but he was not well versed with what the fairer sex enjoyed drinking. Walking up to her he said, “Hi, wanna do the shot together?”

She turned to him, surprised, and said “Oh, my friends over there are waiting for me.”

“I’ll get you the next one, then they won’t wait long,”I would have never said that before!

“Oh alright. Bottoms up,” she said as they downed their drinks.

He turned to wave to the bartender but she was already there. “Ready for the next one?”

“Wow, you’re good.”

“It’s my job.”

“Two more of the same, and hers is on me.”

Quickly fixing them up she handed it to them, “There ya go.”

“Thanks!”

“I’m Brenda, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Brenda, I’m Jason.”

“And, I’m Marilyn,” said the filled-white-top brunette.

“And a pleasure to meet you as well,”Ok, this is definitely the book, this has never happened before. Never ever.

“Come, let me introduce you,” said Marilyn and walked off. Jason followed her, feeling pleased.

“Hey girls, this is Jason, Jason that’s Abby, Joana, and Larissa.”

“Hello,” he said, shaking everyone’s hands.

“You just did a shot with her, didn’t you?” asked Abby.

“Yes.” he replied.

“I knew my eyes had not deceived me! I told you she had gotten a new one too,” she said to Larissa.

“Yeah, you were right.”

“Don’t be jealous,” said Marilyn. “Are we gonna do this shot or what?”

“Bottoms up!” Jason told them. And all of them shut up and followed suit, downing their fruity shot of vodka, or rum, or whatever it was.

“What was that you drank?” Asked Joana.

“Johnny black neat,” replied Jason.

“And you just downed that?” Asked a surprised Abby.

“Well yes. Otherwise it would not be a shot!” Jason had never felt so comfortable around women, and although some of it was do to the liquor he had consumed, deep down he knew that was not the only reason. His words flew out nicely, landing in the right places, without a stutter, and they seemed to appreciate it. Even the smart remark was welcomed.

The ladies giggled, and almost in unison said, all with slight variations “I can’t down that.”

“I can,” said a voice behind him, the ladies raising their eyes to look at this intruder.

Jason turned and almost chocked on his heart, as it was ready to jump out. It was Misty, looking at him. She was holding two double shots of what seemed whiskey, and presenting one to him, she asked, “Want one?”

“What…well, aye…yeah,” he stuttered.

Misty smiled at the effect she had on him, and how he seemed to be discombobulated.

Recovering, Jason said, “Never say no to a gorgeous woman offering you a drink!”

“Hey, what about us?” asked Marilyn.

Lifting one eyebrow Misty replied, “You had that fruity shot ’cause you can’t shoot whiskey, right?” It did not go unnoticed that she had said that line almost simultaneously with the Carrie Underwood song that was now playing.

Damn, talk about putting them in their place,was one of the many thoughts than ran over Jason’s mind. He wanted Misty. She looked so hot, and her curves were making him dizzy in such a delightful way.

“Ready Jason?” she asked.

“You bet,” and down the hatch it went.

“That’s so good!” She exclaimed, and addressing the girls, “How’d you like your shut-the-fuck-up?”

“Excuse me?” said Abby, somewhat pissed.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. You all had vodka, apple schnapps, orange liquor, and a bit of pineapple juice. That is called a ‘shut-the-fuck-up’. Look at the menu,” she coolly answered.

Marilyn looked it up and realized she was right, “Fuck!” she exclaimed, somewhat disappointed, “It was good.”

The others greyly nodded.

“Hey, cheer up, next time you can get a sperm bank,” Misty told them.

Jason could not control his laughter and it roared out of him. Misty joined him, making the rest of the group blush.

Addressing Jason she said, “Come have one more with me, ’cause I gotta go.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah. Had I known you’d be here I would have made different plans.”

“Alright.”

“Maybe I’ll come back later.”

“That’d be cool,” he said, following her to the bar, grinning as she caught the last words Marilyn was telling the waitress: “sperm bank.”

“Back for more I see. You can drink!”

“Yeah, well.”

“How many have you had?” Asked Misty.

“Two right before, and your double shot,” the bartender answered for him.

“Well, well. You can drink. And, you don’t look funny at all. I know a couple of guys who would be acting kinda of stupid at the very least. But, I’ve placed them on my ‘fuck-off’ list.”

“And, they were all in about 1 minute of each other, at güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the most!” Continued Brenda.

“Holy shit!”

“All right, you’re making me blush,” said Jason.

“I hope that is not the only effect,” said Misty looking him up and down.He looks good, she thought, I wonder if he’s been working out.

“I’ll join you in this one,” said Brenda, “too bad you gotta go.”

“Yeah. I’ll try to come back a bit later. It’s not to late anyway. And it’s ladies night. Hm, maybe I should try and get here earlier, otherwise this one is going to be gone with some bleached-blond slut.”

Brenda loudly laughed, and as if recalling something said, “And I can shoot whiskey. But, allow me to recommend tequila. How does that sound?”

“Let’s do it,” Jason spoke up, his tongue finally untangling itself after such forwardness from Misty.

“Yeah, why not? As long as it’s straight I’ll drink it,” chimed Misty. “Then you can get back to your fan club, Jason.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, slightly taken aback.

“I’m not blind, they want you to come back.”

“They do,” said Brenda.

“You should have them try a wet pussy and I’ll bet after the third one Ms. White-blouse over there will be more than willing to go for a ride.”

“Oh come on. After the second one,” said Brenda, and all three laughed.

Once in a while Jason remembered how different he had been yesterday – and even this morning. Considering how impossible all of this would have been a day ago, and now he was feeling like a champ with all the attention he was getting. And from Misty, of all people!

The threesome had their shots, and Misty gave Jason a hug, pressing her gorgeous bosom into his chest. He held her close to him, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

“Until soon then, hopefully.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Alright, later Brenda.”

“See ya!”

Jason followed her delicious sway with his eyes. Loving how gracious her hips moved under her skirt, and how her legs were perfectly shaped.

“Hey, wake up!” Brenda said, grabbing his attention.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Want another one?”

“Yeah, might as well… Fuck it. I’m gonna hate the morning though.”

“You’ll be alright,” she said as she handed him the shot.

They drank it and it made Jason a little dizzy.Get a griphe told himself, and the feeling was immediately gone and he felt perfect again. “That was different tequila.”

“Yup. It’s stronger, but I figured you could take it. Okay, you should get back to your fan club as they keep looking this way. Here are the four shots of wet pussies, that way they’ll accept you with open arms, but I think they will regardless.”

Jason walked back to the table, drinks in hand, then ran back to grab a gin-and-tonic. Maybe he could sip that one for a bit.

The ladies did greet him warmly, and waited until he returned before having their shots. And down they went.

“What was that, ’cause it was delicious!”

“That, Marilyn, was a wet pussy.” And before he could stop himself he continued, “Is it working?”

Marilyn’s only answer was to blush while the others giggled.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” she exclaimed, and pulling him toward the dance floor told the others, “We’ll be right back.”

“Lucky bitch.” Abby told Larissa. “But she did get him first, and those are the rules.”

“I want a turn as well though,” Joana stated.

“If you weren’t so picky,” replied Abby.

“Whatever,” she said, their eyes fixed on the dancing couple.

It was up beat, some remix or another, Jason was just moving to the beat and allowing Marilyn to do most of the work. She was on fire, and there was not a moment where she was not pressing or rubbing against him.

Marilyn felt so hot. The more she touched him the hotter she got, and here pussy was certainly wet, she wanted sex. Her large breasts rubbed against his chest, and her supper sensitive nipples made everything tingle. She even had had a mini-orgasm due to it. She could not remember ever being so turned on before, but did not complain. During the third song she turned, grinding her ass into his hard crotch and wondering how it would feel inside her.

Jason did not mind the attention, and the liquor made all doubts he had dissipate. He had never been popular, and suddenly he had this lovely woman all over him. How could he complain? He loved how her breasts felt against his chest, and also how good her ass now felt against his swollen member.

Sweaty, they walked back to the table wanting another drink. Jason noticed the jealous look of some of the men, as he was so comfortably seated among four gorgeous women, and had not forgotten how the gorgeous one had bought him a shot then left. “Lucky fucker,” they thought at one point or another, and at varying degrees.

They ordered appetizers, and Jason continued drinking his watery gin and tonic. He ordered a replacement, and bought the girls another shot of wet pussy.Hopefully my güvenilir bahis şirketleri credit card won’t get declined,’he thought as he calculated how much he was spending.We’ll see,as the drinks arrived.

“How about you?” Abby asked him.

“Me? I guess I’ll have to down my gin and tonic then.”

“How come you didn’t get a wet pussy?” asked Joana.

“Because I only like the real ones,” he said, slightly surprising himself. The ladies laughed and down went their drinks. He, of course, followed suit.

“Come with me,” Marilyn told him, taking his hand and guiding him outside.

Jason followed without a word, wondering what it was all about.

They got to the parking lot, and she asked, “Where’s your car?”

“Umm,” attempting to locate his car, and wondering where the hell it was. He took out his key and pressed the button, then followed the sound the car made. He found it hard not to exclaim, as when they arrived it was still red, but no longer Honda, and looking brand new. Now it was a BMW M3.

“Wow,” Marilyn said, “what a car! Let’s take a look at the backseat.”

They got in, and he noticed that the windows where tinted, almost like some sort of privacy glass. Damn, he did not know he had such car, but attributed it to the book and the changes.

As soon as he sat down and the door closed, she quickly moved atop him, sitting on him and pressing her lips hungrily to him. She was so turned on. She had been so wet for so long that his lips alone sent her on her first orgasm.

Jason felt her tremble atop him, and pride surged through him at making her cum just by kissing her. He quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and opened it. Happily noticing no bra, his hands flew to her exposed breasts.

Marilyn broke the kiss saying, “Oh yes, grab my tits baby, it feels so good!”

Encouraged, Jason mauled them harder, pinching her nipples.

“Oh my, keep pinching my nipples, I’m going to cummmmmm,” and she once again rode the wave of her orgasm, grinding strongly against Jason. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me!”

“My pleasure, except your pants are in the way.”

She climbed off, and undid her pants as quickly as possible, She tried to take her shoes off , but finding it too difficult, she turned instead to Jason, and presenting him with her gorgeous ass , lustily said, “Fuck me doggy style.”

Jason was happy to oblige, however he was unsure of how he was going to fit in the back seat if he was on his knees. He freed his cock, which somehow felt bigger in his hand than before. Then, placing his upper body on top of her back he scooted forward so that his mushroom head was at the entrance. His cock trembled as it slowly pierced Marilyn’s nether lips, and pleasure surged through both of them.

“It feels so good,” they both said at the same time. Marilyn started rocking underneath him, getting more and more of his cock into her. Jason just stayed put, loving how great it felt to have Marilyn jamming herself on his cock. After a continued stream of pleasure, and another orgasm by Marilyn, her ass finally touched his thighs. She pressed strongly back in to him, filling herself up completely, and exclaimed, “It feels fucking amazing, oh fuck!!!!!!”

Jason felt her pussy wrap tightly around his rod He loved the way her insides grabbed at him, and seemed to pull him in on their own accord.

Marilyn picked up the pace, creating the familiar sounds of sex with the slapping of their bodies. She reached underneath her, playing with her clit, and caressing his large balls whenever she could.

Jason needed to take control and straighten out as much as he could, realizing that he could do so all the way, as his head was able to exit through the open sunroof in the car. Placing his hands on her waist, he picked up the rhythm. He was now fucking her strongly, pulling her into him hard, and then powerfully launching forward.

He loved how her ass was swaying, and he slapped it hard, leaving his hand imprinted on it.

“Oh fuck, do that again, it’s gonna make me cum again.”

He did, this time on the other side. As promised, Marilyn went to another orgasm, screaming, “Oh JJJJAAAASSSSOOONNNN!!!!!!”

Jason was close to the edge, and thoughtI wish I could cum down her throat! “Oh Marilyn, your cunt is milking me gorgeously, I’m gonna cum.”

“Sit down, I want you to cum in my mouth.”

He did so, and pulled out with a pop, concentrating, trying to slow down the movement of his spunk up his shaft.

“Oh fuck!!!” And he was coming, the first spurt hit Marilyn’s cheek, but the rest made it down her throat, as she created a tight seal around his exploding cock with her lips. Marilyn came again from the taste, and the smell of his sex, and pushed forward taking in as much of his large cock as she could.

Jason had finally exhausted his sperm supply, and Marilyn let him out of her mouth.

The car door suddenly opened and a female voice said, “Are you done already? I want another whiskey shot!”

“Misty?”

“Yeah, come, let’s go.”

He awkwardly put his dick back in his pants, unable to believe the great sex he had just had. The fact that Misty had so blatantly opened the door demanding a drink, that she was not even shy of seeing his dick, was overwhelming his still clouded brain.

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Author’s note: For David (as promised), and dedicated to the real-life Steve, thoughts of whom inspired this story.

*

It was the second Friday in May, a gorgeous and warm spring evening, when a block party was in full swing on Grand Boulevard, a popular shopping district in East Fairview. Live music was playing, store owners were displaying their wares on the sidewalk, and people milled leisurely on the street, which had been closed to traffic, or enjoyed drinks or a meal al fresco at the numerous bars and restaurants lining the boulevard.

With a sigh and a red plastic cup full of beer, Steve settled down on his front stoop to better listen to the live band playing around the corner from his building. A handsome man of average height, with medium-brown hair and closely-trimmed mustache and beard, he’d worked as an emergency room physician at a nearby hospital for over a year now. His hazel eyes wandered the boulevard, watching the block party attendees as they passed him.

He knew Anne planned to bring a few friends with her to the block party (he’d seen her post about it on Facebook as she had helped organize it), and he hoped to see her.

Steve and Anne had formerly been neighbors; she and a friend had owned a clothing boutique on the first floor of his building, while he lived in the apartment directly above. Despite the economy, her shop had done extremely well, so she’d relocated to a larger space a block away. Because of that, and his crazy schedule in the ER, he didn’t get to see her as much as he used to.

As much as he liked to.

A casual acquaintance blossomed into friendship which at first had consisted of humorous text messages back and forth between them, an occasional drink together at the bar two doors down from them or on their shared front stoop, and then dinner once at the bistro across the street. Over time, he started finding himself extremely attracted to the pretty, petite brunette with large whiskey-colored eyes; unfortunately for him she was married.

Then on Mardi Gras, Steve had invited Anne upstairs after work to share a drink with him to celebrate the holiday. One drink turned into three, and everyday conversation turned into one in which Anne revealed that she was very unhappy in her marriage — that she and her husband were more like roommates who shared a bed and occasionally had sex — and that she was thinking of leaving him. For his part, Steve admitted that he was having a hard time meeting women because of his schedule, and after a fourth drink he said, “And the ones I do meet don’t really meet up to my standards.”

“Still as modest as ever, I see,” Anne laughed at the running joke between them, nodding as he lifted the bottle of whiskey to offer her a refill.

He poured her some more whiskey, then before he could stop himself he impetuously confessed, “No, that’s not really it, Anne. I always compare them to you, and they never measure up.”

Her eyes widened and her pink lips parted slightly as she stared at him, almost in shock at his frank declaration. Shit, he thought, now I’ve done it. They sat there in silence for a minute or two, then Anne reached for his glass; taking it from him, she placed it together with hers on the coffee table.

Then she leaned close to him and kissed him, hesitantly at first, then deeper as moments passed, their lips and tongues moving hungrily against each other. She crawled onto his lap and straddled his hips, her fingers moving to stroke the back of his head.

He moved his lips away from hers to kiss and lick her neck, and she threw her head back in delight over what he was doing to her, pleased at the feel of his cock stirring against her crotch. “I want you, Anne,” canlı bahis she heard him murmur. “I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”

And before she could stop herself, Anne replied softly, “Then take me. I’m yours.” And with that, she got to her feet and held her hand out to him; clasping it in his, Steve led her down the hallway to his bedroom, where they hastily undressed and commenced getting it on, starting in a 69 and ending over an hour later with Steve fucking Anne roughly from behind.

After this first sexual encounter, their text messages became more lustful in nature, with Anne sending Steve photos of her tight, toned self dressed in a skimpy black bikini, or in black lace boyshorts, then moved onto sexting. Finally, to his delight, a few Fridays ago they had participated in a session of extremely hot phone sex during which she told him (in very explicit detail) about sucking his cock, then getting on top of him to fuck him, wasn’t it wonderful how wet she was without his having to do anything to her, then finally rising to her hands and knees so he could do her doggy-style, her favorite way to fuck, letting him pound her as hard as he wanted, because that’s what she wanted; at this he came so hard he shouted into his phone, making her wince and drop hers.

But before he could continue this erotic reverie about her, Steve glanced to his right and saw Anne crossing the street towards him, chatting animatedly with two women. He watched as she crossed the street, noticing her smile when she saw him sitting there. “Hey, Steve,” she said in greeting as she approached him. ‘How’re things?”

“I can’t complain, Anne. How about you?”

“Things are going great. Keeping busy?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yep.” She quickly introduced her friends Meredith and Jamie, then asked Steve, “Will you be around later?”

He replied, “I’m not sure. I might run out and see what’s doing in the other blocks.”

“Well, maybe we’ll see each other later on then. Have fun.” And with that, the three women walked away.

Steve watched them leave, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. He’d hoped for more than that from her. Then, impulsively he pulled his iPhone from his pocket and drafted a text message. He waited till Anne disappeared from view to send it to her.

Meanwhile, as Anne and her friends strolled aimlessly down the block, her BlackBerry chimed, indicating that she had an incoming message. She took it from her purse and grinned when she saw Steve’s name and photograph on the display screen; his message read, “Is that all you got for me? I thought we were friends!”

Anne thought for a moment, then said to Meredith and Jamie, “Hey, girls, I really should have chatted more with Steve, seeing as we were neighbors for a little while. Mind if I go back and hang out with him for a couple minutes? I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

Jamie replied, “Sure,” with a shrug, while Meredith said, “No problem. See you later.” The three women parted ways, and a smile slowly spread across Anne’s face as she headed back to Steve. “What’s up?” she asked as she approached him for a second time.

“I think you know what’s up,” he replied slyly. At this, she raised her eyebrows. “Sounds like it’s up a lot,” she joked.

“Maybe,” he told her, as he crooked his index finger at her.

“Think we could have a little more privacy?” she asked, so with a nod he rose to his feet, and opening the door to his apartment indicated that she should precede him inside.

Once the door was shut and locked behind them, and the shade drawn to ensure they could not be observed by passersby outside, Steve seized Anne by her hips, pushed her against the wall of the stairwell and kissed bahis siteleri her, causing her to drop her purse. “Oh, baby, what got into you?” she wanted to know when he wrenched his lips from hers.

“Thinking about you being a very bad girl is what got into me,” he fairly growled in response. “Thinking about how you love to tease me is what got into me.” He stared hard at her for a moment, then before she could react he quickly turned her to face the wall. “Take off your panties,” he commanded.

“Here?” she asked, a puzzled expression crossing her face as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

“There’s nothing to see back here — face the wall and take off your panties.” She did as he told her. “Drop them on the floor,” he added, when she moved to hand them to him over her shoulder.

“But what are –?”

“You’ll speak when you’re spoken to, you fucking cocktease,” he replied angrily. “Now put your palms flat against the wall, step back a little bit towards me, and spread your legs.”

“I don’t –” A sharp stinging slap on her ass silenced her. “Be quiet,” he ordered, and after a moment or two he said, “Since you’ve been a very bad girl lately, I’m going to have to search you and make sure you don’t have any weapons or other contraband on you before we go upstairs together.”

Where the fuck did this come from? Anne wondered, then after second thought decided, the hell with it. Just enjoy it, whatever he’s going to do. He isn’t going to hurt you. She slowly raised her hands over her head and placed her palms against the wall.

Steve’s hands moved to her left wrist, then patted slowly down her bare arm; this gesture he repeated on her right. “Nothing there,” he murmured against her hair. “But now I’ll have to move on.” He lowered his hands to the hem of her tan floral-print sundress, and she gasped when she felt his fingers gently graze her thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut as his hands rose to massage her breasts, first through her bra, which he then unfastened to expose her sweet little tits to his exploratory fingers, making her moan with pleasure.

He played with them for a bit longer, then his hands slid down over her flat abdomen, stopping at her hips. “Still nothing,” he told her. “But I’m sure I’ll find something soon enough,” and she made another small sound as she felt his fingers stroke her pubic mound.

Steve’s right hand dropped even lower, and his index and middle fingers started rubbing her clit, gently at first then more insistently as minutes passed. He wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her up, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Some nice little weapon you got here,” he told her as he continued playing with her, and she moaned again, loving the feeling of his fingers on her clit. They dipped even lower, and he grinned when he realized how wet she was. ‘You’re dripping,” he added with a laugh. “Is this turning you on, you little whore?” She quickly nodded, feeling it was all she could do as she was so far gone. “Tell me you’re my filthy little whore,” he demanded.

Anne took a deep, shaky breath then whispered, “I’m your filthy little whore.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you like the dirty bitch you are, you cocktease,” he continued.

“I want you to fuck me like the dirty bitch I am,” she told him, and she had to admit she was getting extremely turned on by the way he was talking to her, so she decided to ramp things up a bit. “I want to suck you off before you fuck me, baby,” she added in the sexiest tone she could muster. “Let me get down on my knees in front of you and worship your cock with my mouth. I want to make it up to you for being such a cocktease.” And with that, he unwound his bahis şirketleri arm from her waist and turned her to face him once more. “You better make it good,” he informed her roughly, before shoving her to her knees. He undid his shorts, and she took hold of the waistband and together with his boxer shorts, slid them down his legs to his ankles before seizing his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered.

She took it into her mouth and started lapping at the head, then plunged it deeper into her mouth; this time it was his turn to moan his pleasure as her greedy lips and tongue consumed his shaft. “I like fucking you in the face, baby,” he murmured, as his hands moved to either side of her head to stroke her hair. “I like the feel of my cock in your mouth.”

I love it when you fuck me in the face, she wanted to tell him but of course she couldn’t as her mouth was otherwise occupied. I love having your cock in my mouth. She continued expertly blowing him until he jerked away from her. Pulling her to her feet, Steve stepped out of his discarded shorts and underwear and moved toward the stairs. “No,” he told her when she started heading up the steps. “We’re staying here. Bend over and put your hands on the steps. And spread your feet apart.” Again she did as she was told. He slid her dress up to expose her fantastic little ass, and she squealed when she felt him force his erect cock into her still incredibly wet pussy. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he told her, and with that he grabbed her legs just below her knees, lifted her feet off the floor and held her legs straight out behind him. She braced herself even harder on her hands as he started fucking her, at first moving slowly to gauge the angle, then once he figured it out he increased the speed in which he forced himself inside her. “You like this?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she groaned in reply.

“Tell me how much.”

“I love it, baby, I love it, it feels so good …”

“I knew you’d love it, all filthy little whores like you love it.”

“I do love it, I’m a filthy little whore and I love the way you fuck me, baby … do it harder, fuck me harder, make me come, oh please, Steve, make me come,” she wailed softly; this plea aroused Steve so much that he came not too long after hearing it, bellowing “OH SHIT!” as he did so, his load fairly exploding inside her. Anne’s equally strong orgasm answered his, and she wailed again, longer and louder this time.

They remained there, Anne’s hands still gripping the step, Steve standing upright between her legs, until she said weakly, “My arms are starting to hurt, baby … will you let me up?” This he did, and when she stood to face him he hugged her. “That was fucking awesome,” he breathed, before kissing her hair.

“You think anyone heard us?” she wanted to know.

“Who gives a shit? I don’t,” he laughed, then leaning down he kissed her gently on the mouth.

When their lips parted, Anne said, “I really should get going … Jamie and Mare are probably wondering where the hell I am. Mind if I clean up in your bathroom?”

“Go right ahead. But before you do …” Steve snaked his arm around Anne’s neck, his hand cupping the back of her head, and he pulled her face to his for one of the hot, opened-mouth kisses of his she loved so much. “Come on, baby,” she murmured against his mouth, “I gotta go.”

“All right,” he replied, so she retrieved her discarded panties and purse and carefully headed up the steps to his apartment, her legs still shaky at the furious fucking she’d just received from him.

After thoroughly cleaning herself up, Anne rejoined Steve at the bottom of the steps. One final passionate kiss later, Anne reluctantly left to find her friends on the boulevard, while Steve hastily showered, poured himself another beer, and returned to his seat on the stoop to enjoy the block party festivities, hoping for another glimpse of Anne.

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“Good morning, darling,” I heard in the deep, British-accented voice that absolutely melts my heart every time I hear it. Then I felt his lips pressed against mine, helping me shake off the last dregs of sleep left within me. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw Simon smiling down at me – he had obviously been awake for awhile as he was both showered and shaved. I smiled back up at him and we spent a few minutes in bed kissing and cuddling, while our hands roamed around each other’s naked bodies. I was starting to get pretty worked up, and could tell from the prodding against my thigh that he was, too, when he suddenly pulled away.

“Save some for later,” he said with a sly smile on his face. “In fact, get your lazy bum outta bed and get ready – we have a lot to get done today.” I looked, questioningly at him, but he gave no further information. Instead, he simply took my hand and led me to the shower. I briefly thought to myself that he would be joining me, but that wasn’t so. He shut the bathroom door behind me and left me to get showered up alone. While I was drying off, I could hear him through the door rummaging around and, what sounded like a drawer closing. As I walked back into the bedroom, I saw him sitting, still naked, on the bed with a large gift box beside him.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“All will be revealed in good time,” he said with the same wicked grin. “For the time being, you only need to be concerned with how great I’m going to make you feel.”

With that, he pulled me close to him onto the bed and started moving his hands around my body as he kissed me. He moved his hands in a slow, gentle path from my breasts to my hips, and down to my thighs, occasionally reaching around to cup an ass-cheek. Now and then, he would graze my pussy just enough to make me gasp in delight. Slowly, he moved between my legs and I could feel his prick hard and rubbing against my clit, purposely teasing me by not entering me. I tried, now and then, to buck my hips under him and get him to enter me, but he moved back every time I did. After a few minutes of this, I was so wet and horny I could hardly stand it. I needed him to fuck me.

And then, suddenly, he pulled away. I whimpered helplessly as I made an attempt to pull him back to me to no avail. He kissed my forehead lightly and just pushed me back onto the bed.

“Just lay back and relax,” he said, moving his hand down to slowly caress my pubes.

“Oh my god, Simon,” I gasped, as his fingers were so teasingly close to my pussy and clit. “I need you so bad right now.”

He smiled down at me. “How bad?”

I looked into his eyes, practically pleading with him to fuck me. I think the look on my face was enough of an answer for him because he rubbed his thumb against my clit, sending shivers up and down my spine.

“Do you want me bad enough to accept whatever is in the box?” he said with a sneaky grin.

I was so horny at that moment, I would probably have agreed to just about anything, but I struggled to put on my best poker face (and failed miserably in the process). “Cheeky Brit, using my horniness as a bargaining tool!” I said, hoping to sound indignant. “How about you tell me what’s in the box and then I’ll tell you if I accept or not.”

He laughed a bit, realizing that I was pretty much going to go along with whatever he had in store for me, and just said “It’s only a few bits and bobs I found around the house. Nothing in here is anything you didn’t already own.” He smiled again. “And I promise you, that if you will accept whatever is in here, I will please you completely in every way.”

I was sold… but I think he already knew that.

With that, he opened the box just out of my line of sight. He first pulled out the pair of scarves that we had used in the past to tie each other’s hands to the bed post. Expecting the worst, I had imagined that he had devised some other way to use them and started to feel a little apprehension about allowing him to have so much control of the situation. However, he simply tied each wrist with the scarves, and then tied the scarves to the bed posts. I breathed a slight sigh of relief for a moment, until I realized that it was a large box, and he had only so far pulled out two relatively small scarves.

Sensing my apprehension, he gently kissed me and ran his fingers down my thighs, reminding me exactly how horny I was. I let a soft moan illegal bahis escape my lips as he grazed my pussy with his fingertips. He let his fingers linger there a bit before moving away again and turned his attention back to the box.

The next item he pulled out of the box was my lacy black garter belt. While I was sort of surprised at how tame this was all going so far (especially given all the fuss he had made at the beginning), I was not at all surprised to see it. He loved seeing me wear it, especially when his cock was buried deep inside me. He slowly pulled them up my legs and then asked me to lift my hips off the bed as he ran it slowly over my ass. After making a few adjustments to make sure it was on straight, he went back to the box.

I had already guessed that the very next items out of the box would be the thigh-high stockings that matched the garter belt, and I was not disappointed. With a smile on his face, he slowly started working on stocking on. He gently pulled it on over my foot and ankle, and then proceeded to slowly work it up my leg. He took great care in keeping the seam straight before finally attaching it to the garter clips. Since he was already in the vicinity, he took a moment to tease my pussy with his fingers again before he repeated the same process with the other stocking.

I was almost positive that he would be taking the matching g-string out of the box next, but he didn’t. Instead, he put the box to the side and set his attentions on me. I could tell there were still some things in the box from the noise it made when he moved it, but he took my attentions away from there as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

He worked on my breasts – from one to the other – for a few minutes, making sure that each nipple was as hard as it could be and that neither breast got more attention than the other. I was gasping hard from his attentions and straining against the scarves that were holding me back. Slowly, he ran his tongue from my breasts, and kissed his way down to my pubic bone. I was so excited at the anticipation of what was coming that I couldn’t help but let out a moan. He licked his way down and around licking from one thigh to the next, occasionally snapping one of the garter’s clip straps against my thigh – the whole time teasing me by avoiding the area that was practically screaming for him. I started trying to move my hips to meet his tongue, but he held them down, preventing me from moving at all… I was going insane, whimpering from being so damn horny I couldn’t see straight.

And then I felt it – it was like an explosion. He pressed his tongue against my clit and it was all I could do to not scream in pleasure. He kept his tongue running in small circles around my clit, sometimes going lower to lap at my juices. Then he started working his tongue into my pussy while he moved his thumb to start massaging my clit. I could feel the pressure building as he continued lapping at me and started moaning a bit louder. Slowly, he eased off a little, allowing me to calm down a bit, before he started working me up again. He kept that up for awhile – working me up, getting me close to orgasm, and then slowing down before I came. It was a delicious tease and my pussy was burning with delight.

I looked down at him and our eyes met. He still had the same look in his eye, like he was up to something. With that, he started working his way back up to my breasts, taking a few moments to make sure that my nipples were still just as hard as ever, before finally locking lips with me again. I could taste my own juices on his lips. It’s never been a flavor I loved but, combined with the feel of his cock poised right at my entrance, I got even more turned on.

Slowly, he worked his shaft into me. Feeling him sink himself all the way into me felt so wonderful after all the working up he had done. I started trying to move wildly under him to get as much of his cock into me as I could, but he kept my hips pinned down and kept his pace slow and steady. I was shaking underneath him from being so horny and begging him to fuck me harder, but he just stayed calm and occasionally kissed me to keep me quiet.

He kept this torturous pace up for a good 10-15 minutes, but it did the trick because I was getting ready to have a huge orgasm. The problem? He knew my body and my sounds so well, that he right before I came, he pulled out. I illegal bahis siteleri just about screamed at him. “Patience, my darling,” was all he said. “There is still more in the box and you’ve just barely gotten to the point I needed you at.”

I wanted to strangle him – but my arms were tied… and they were probably tied for just this reason. “Simon, you don’t understand,” I pleaded. “I need you inside me so bad. I’m so horny.” Honestly, I didn’t understand how he had been able to hold back as much as he had. He must’ve jacked off before hand or something in order to hold out on me the way he had been.

He laid down beside me and kissed me as his hands wandered down to softly stroke my mound in order to keep my pussy burning for him. “I have something better in mind,” he said, as he grinned.

Keeping his one hand caressing my soft pubic hair, he reached into the box with the other and pulled out a bottle of lube. Just the sight of it turned me on as I knew what he had in store for me with it… or so I thought. He started by putting a bit of lube on the tip of his finger and then pressed it gently against my ass. I started feeling a bit of pressure and then his finger started slowly sinking in. He took a few minutes to get my ass used to his finger – making sure there was enough lube the whole time, and making sure that I was relaxed and comfortable. Every now and then, he would lap at my pussy or finger my clit to keep me worked up, but his main focus was my ass.

I started getting used to the intrusion of his finger, so I let Simon know I was ready for him. He just kissed me and smiled again. He slowly pulled his finger out and made his way back to the box. What he took out of the box next had me nearly petrified.

“What in the hell do you plan on doing with scissors?” I practically screamed.

He just about fell over laughing at the tone of my voice. “Don’t get your knickers in a bunch, they’re not for you, silly bird” he said, still laughing. “They’re for this.”

With that he picked out the final item from the box and tossed the box aside. What I saw nearly floored me, but did nothing to allay my fear. It was the double-headed dildo I had bought over 2 years ago and still had not taken out of its packaging.

I originally purchased it while I was letting a certain part of my anatomy doing the thinking. The idea of being double penetrated ALWAYS turned me on, and I figured that the dildo would be the closest way to ever achieve that fantasy. Once I brought it home, however, I lost all my nerve, and have never had the guts to use it since. It’s stayed wrapped in the store bag completely unused at the bottom of my toy-drawer ever since.

“Oh my god, Simon, I don’t know about this,” I said, as fear started building up in me.

“Calm down, you silly bird,” he chuckled. “You’ve had my dick in your ass while I used a dildo on your pussy. What’s the difference?”

He had a point, I hated to admit it. But, for some reason, this really was different to me, and I started trying to squirm away from him as he cut the packaging open and pulled it out of the wrapper for the first time since I bought it.

“Now,” he said, once he had cleared away the packaging and the scissors. “Stop your squirming.” He paused to kiss me and, with his free hand start stroking my pussy again “You promised to accept whatever was in the box, and I promised you that I would please you completely.”

“I’m scared, though,” I whimpered. A finger entering me and his tongue running circles around my nipples shut me up really quickly, though. After a few minutes of his handiwork, I had completely forgotten that there was a blue double-headed dildo in my future, and was just enjoying what he was doing to me. In no time, he had me back to being just as horny as ever and practically begging for him.

That was when I felt something cool and rubbery pressing against my pussy and ass hole. I almost stopped in my tracks, but when Simon realized I was tensing up, he used his thumb to lightly circle my clit while he gently worked his way down my tummy with his tongue. The combination of the attention on my clit, with the pressure at both of my entrances relaxed me, and I felt more of the dildo working into me.

Simon took his time. He would make sure that there was enough lube, and check to see that I was not in any pain before pressing it in further. canlı bahis siteleri Slowly, I started feeling it… it was exquisite. I sat up as much as I could to watch as he pushed more and more of the dildo into me. My ass was opening up to the intrusion while my pussy was taking in more as well. He and I were both transfixed watching both heads disappear within me. I felt more filled than I ever had in my life, and I was so turned on.

“Are you ready?” he asked. Not sure quite what he meant, I nodded yes, and laid back down to enjoy the feeling of him working the dildo into me.

All of a sudden, he manuevered himself so that his groin lines up with my mouth and pushed the last inch or so of dildo into me while pressing his dick against my lips at the same time. That was when I realized exactly what he was doing. He was helping me fulfill my “3 on 1” fantasy. Gleefully, I swallowed his cock down as far as it would go, while he kept up the pressure of the dildo in me. I was completely filled up to the brim between having Simon’s cock buried in my mouth and both heads of the dildo pushed up to the hilt. After a few seconds, I let his cock slide out till I had just the head of his prick between my lips and then quickly swallowed it down again, taking his cock into my throat. It’s one of his favorite blowjob techniques, and I felt his hips buckle slightly from the pleasure.

He started pumping the dildo out of me slowly, to get used to the feel of both of them moving within me. We got into a rhythm with his cock pumping into my mouth in time with the dildo. Once I was used to the feeling, he increased the speed and started really working it in and out of me.

I was going crazy and moving my hips in time with his dildo thrusts, while at the same time choking on his cock. The feeling of both heads in me was intense and I was ready to start cumming at any second.

I think Simon realized this, because he started thrusting his cock into my mouth harder – fucking my face like it was a pussy. It was hard to keep my concentration on his dick, though, because, right at that moment, I could feel that I was just seconds away from a huge orgasm. Taking the opportunity, Simon pulled the dildo almost all the way out and with a final thrust, shoved it all the way in, making sure to leave it buried in my pussy and ass.

I started moaning and practically screaming as I felt wave after wave of orgasm hitting me. Simon moved his position. Letting go of the dildo, and untying my arms, he perched himself right in front of my face and began fucking it again. Although I was almost completely spent, I took advantage of having my hands free by massaging his balls and his shaft while he continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth.

I made a move to take the dildo out, but Simon stopped me. “Leave it in, I want to cum in your mouth while you have two dicks in you,” he said.

At that, I redoubled my efforts on his dick. He grabbed my face and pumped in and out of my awaiting mouth. I could tell that he was close to cumming, so, I scooped up some of the spit and precum that was around my mouth, and started working my finger into his ass. Above me, I could hear him moan and start panting, and I knew he was close. I pushed my finger a little bit further and shoved my head down as far on his cock as I could go, when I felt his cock start to twitch in my mouth.

Quickly, he pulled his dick out while I sat with my mouth open and tongue waiting to accept the warm spurts of cum from his pulsing cock. The first shot landed smack dab in the middle of my tongue, and was quickly followed by more. He kept his eyes intensely on my tongue as a pool of his semen accumulated. Then, very deliberately with my eyes locked directly on his, I swallowed it all down making sure to show him that not a single drop was left. The sight made him shudder in pleasure, and I could tell that he would have cum again straight away if he was able to. He collapsed, exhausted next to me, and I took a moment to milk his cock of any remaining drops before lying next to him.

He kissed me, taking the last few remnants of his own cum into his mouth while he removed the dildo from my ass and pussy. We were both spent.

“Did I hold up my end of the bargain?” he asked, scooping me into his arms nuzzling his head in my breasts.

“Oh yeah,” I purred, sleepily. “I have been completely pleased in every way. There’s just one thing you need to keep in mind, though.”

“Wossat?” he asked, as he started nodding off.

“Turn about is fair play,” I said, as I fell asleep.

I don’t think he slept very well after that.

The end

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** If you’re want to catch up to speed, chapter 1 can be found here: https://www..com/s/the-bet-ch-01-15

I haven’t made any plans for this at all, so please excuse any inconsistencies between Chapters. The writing of Chapter 3 has begun and continues apace – any suggestions welcome!

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Chapter 2 – Wednesday

Day Three of the Conference was even duller than the first two. A talk on ‘The Effects of Brexit on the Office Stationary Industry’, boiled down to one very simple answer: ‘We Don’t Know’. Before meeting Nancy, I had this talk marked down as the one that could explode into violence or, at the very least, mild excitement. A room full of testosterone-fuelled alpha male wannabes and a delicate subject like Brexit, Remainers mixed with Brexiteers? Surely a powder-keg of fisticuffs beckoned?

Yeah, I couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried.

The guy delivering the speech was so nondescript and apologetic he defused any anger at all. He’d brought leaflets outlining the potential outcomes, the effects of Brexit on the stapler industry, higher import taxes on equipment which were so in-depth for any of fifteen outcomes, I didn’t even have to make any notes. I switched off and reminisced about the night before – Nancy’s soft, inviting pussy, her full buttocks, her smile, her sparkling eyes. A couple of times I had to adjust myself and reposition my paperwork to hide my memories.

We broke for a short recess at about 11 and I went for coffee. I needed something strong and black, added two sugars. I turned around and found Michelle standing beside me, helping herself to a herbal tea.

‘Morning, Steve. Good night?’ she asked. Her voice was pleasant and friendly, I sensed laughter wasn’t too far behind it.

‘It was, thanks,’ I replied with all the innocence I could find. ‘Yours?’

‘Well, it took an unexpected turn, but I think everything worked out for the best.’ She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘So who was she?’

‘Who?’

She nudged me. ‘Guys don’t run naked round a hotel robbing champagne for other guys. There are two women here, me and Patricia. Patricia’s in her sixties, so I hope you didn’t go there. I was otherwise engaged, so… who was she?’

‘Her name’s Nancy. I met her in a pub.’

Michelle nodded. ‘I thought it had to be an outsider. People in this company are…’ she turned and looked at Phil, my erstwhile quizzing partner from Monday night. ‘Most of them are fucking weird.’

‘Phil? Nah, he’s a nice guy.’

‘Ever had him try to pull you?’ she visibly shuddered. ‘If you keep seeing this girl, don’t introduce her to him. You’ll never see her again.’

I laughed. ‘You’re going to have to tell me that story, you know.’

‘Never. I don’t want to think about it, ever again. So, are you seeing her again?’

‘I hope so. She was sweet, funny. We connected.’

‘Is she still here?’

‘No idea,’ I conceded. ‘I left her in my room because I had to come to this.’

Michelle took my coffee from me. ‘Go see her. I’ll say you were for the whole session. Let’s face it, you’re not going to miss anything.’

On impulse, I kissed her on the cheek and ran out of the room. The lift was on its duty on another floor so I ran straight up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I got to my room, burst through the door.

It was empty. She’d showered, the steam was still lingering on the mirror. On the chest of drawers, I found a scrap of paper from the cheap notepad that came with the room, her phone number written on it. I added it to my phone and sat on the end of the bed, composing her a message.

Hey, it’s Steve. Last night was amazing. See you later?

I sent it and headed back downstairs to the Brexit talk. As I slipped onto an empty chair on the back row, my phone vibrated with her reply.

Hey! Let me know when you’re done and meet me in Liverpool One if you still want to take me shopping xx

The rest of the session stretched out like syrup from a spoon. By the time 3pm rolled around, I’d had enough of Brexit, staplers and given the choice of finding out more about online storage systems and their failsafe passwords or throwing myself from a window, I’d be looking for the nearest glass aperture.

Eventually, the final speaker wrapped up, one of the organisers thanked them for their presentation and invited each of us delegates to attend the evening’s festivities, a blind charity auction. There was no chance I’d be attending. I sent Nancy a quick message to say I was done, she told me the location of a coffee shop in Liverpool One to meet her outside. I called a cab and was out of the hotel in less than twenty minutes.

She was beautiful in the daylight. She was wearing her hair up in a loose ponytail, blue jeans, her black puffa jacket and the same battered white trainers. I paid the cabbie and went to her. On the journey I’d began to persuade myself that she’d tell me last night was a mistake, that Luke was the guy she was meant to be with, that she never wanted to see me again.

My fears were put to bed as soon as she wrapped illegal bahis her arms around me, curling them behind my neck and kissing me. I slipped my arms around her waist before dropping one hand onto her butt and giving it a squeeze.

We broke away and stood, gazing at each other, holding hands.

‘How was your conference?’ she asked.

‘Crap,’ I replied. ‘I’d much rather have been with you.’

She smiled. ‘That’s sweet.’

‘Anyway,’ I said. ‘Shopping. You need a dress for tonight. Where’s good to start?’

She shrugged. ‘Dunno. I usually shop in Primark. I don’t know anywhere posh that might sell the sort of thing you want.’

I spotted Marks & Spencers across the way. ‘Let’s start there.’

Usually, clothes shopping with women is my idea of hell. With Nancy, it was different. It was fun. We kissed, we held hands, we touched. I discovered more about her – she didn’t like football, she liked pop music, wasn’t keen on drinking too much, had four younger siblings. She found a black dress she liked in Selfridges then tried it and refused to show me. She wanted it to be a surprise.

I paid and then it was time to head back to the hotel. I needed to shower and get myself into smart clothes. I ordered a couple more cabs, one back to my hotel and one to take Nancy home. She gave me her address and I promised to pick her up at 6pm to collect her before heading into town.

Back at the hotel, I headed for reception, planning to ask the receptionist for a recommendation for a meal. As I arrived, I spotted Michelle and the night-porter whispering behind his desk. They saw me coming and broke apart, the night-porter switching his attention to me. Michelle smiled at me.

‘Evening, Steve. Everything okay?’ she asked.

‘Yeah, it’s grand. I was going to ask for any recommendations for a good restaurant in the city to head to?’ I looked at the night-porter. His badge told me his name was Lincoln, he was a young, good-looking guy when seen in daylight. I knew he was blessed in the trouser department, which had to be why Michelle was down here, wearing a tight white shirt, a uplifting bra to emphasise her breasts and a promise she’d be leaving Liverpool in three days, no strings.

Lincoln nodded. ‘I know just the place,’ he said and told me about his favourite steakhouse.

I googled the place, it sounded perfect. I called and booked a table, then yet another cab. I loved how much cheaper they were in Liverpool than London, I was starting to become accustomed to being driven everywhere. As I got in the lift to go back to my room, Michelle slid in beside me.

‘Hot date tonight?’

‘Yeah, hopefully. What about you and that guy?’

She blushed. ‘I told him you’d seen us.’

‘Has he sent me to a shit restaurant now?’

‘No, nothing like that.’ She cocked her head and looked me up and down. ‘Last night was the first time I’ve been watched. It was… nice.’

I had no idea how to respond other than to flush bright red, giggle nervously and pray for the lift to get to my floor. Thanking every deity I could think of, the doors opened and I dived off to my room to make myself look as irresistible as possible.

An hour later, I was in the cab to pick up Nancy, half-listening to the cabbie’s inane chatter about his mother-in-law, butterflies in my stomach as I waited to see her. I caught the name of her street as we turned into it and then I saw her, waiting in front of a terraced house, bathed in orange streetlight. The house behind her looked rundown and dirty, the front garden overgrown and disorganised. All around us were signs of boredom and deprivation – graffitied walls, dogs barking, litter swirling in the light early evening breeze. Behind her, I could see a silhouette in the front window of what I assumed to be her house, joined a few seconds later by a smaller one.

Nancy spotted me in the back seat of the car and rushed over, waving goodbye to the silhouettes. The shorter one waved back, the taller one remained still. I caught side of another figure, skulking by the bushes a few doors away. As Nancy opened the cab door, the figure suddenly strode towards her and roughly took hold of her arm.

‘Luke! I told you earlier, we’re through. Now fuck off!’ she said, fiercely.

I sprung from the taxi and stood beside her. Luke eyed me with anger bordering on hatred.

‘You fucking cunt!’ he spat at me. ‘Me and Nancy was gonna get married until you fucking showed up. You made me look a cunt in front of the boys last night. If I see you again, I’m gonna fucking knife ya!’

‘Listen, mate, I don’t want any trouble. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but if Nancy was really happy with you, she wouldn’t have spent the night with me. I’m sorry things have ended for you, but you need to be a man and walk away.’

He took a step towards me, his chest puffing out. He made a gun gesture with his thumb and forefingers and pointed them at me. ‘That’ll be real next time.’

He walked away from us backwards, never taking his eyes from me. Nancy stood beside and took my hand.

‘Don’t worry about him. He likes illegal bahis siteleri to think he’s a tough guy, but he’s all talk.’

‘That’s the first time I’ve ever been threatened with a pretend gun before.’ We got into the taxi and I gave the driver the restaurant to head to. ‘So, were you engaged to him?’

‘Fuck, no! You think I’d want to marry him? Hell, no!’

I laughed. ‘Glad to hear that. How long were you together?’

‘Six months. He started talking about marriage after about three weeks. It was kind of sweet. Look, forget about him. He’ll find someone who’s happy to be a wannabe gangster’s girl and he’ll move on. Let’s have fun tonight. No more talk about Luke, okay?’

The taxi driver coughed in the front seat. ‘Seriously mate, I wouldn’t worry about that streak of piss. Looked like a decent wind would blow him over.’

***

We arrived at the restaurant and were escorted to our table by a purple-haired waitress with a tiny nose-stud. Nancy took her seat, and removed her coat.

She looked gorgeous. The dress she’d picked out earlier was a stunning black dress, with sequins that shimmered under the lights, held up by two thin straps over her shoulders and hinted very strongly she wasn’t wearing a bra. It emphasised her curves and cut to mid-thigh, showing her legs off. She was finally wearing something other than trainers on her feet, pairing the outfit with a simple pair of black shoes. I swelled with pride when I realised other guys in the restaurant were checking her out.

I ordered a lager, she opted for a vodka and orange and we sat and stared at each other.

‘You look sensational,’ I told her.

She blushed. ‘Thanks!’ she mumbled, still not used to being complimented. She looked around the restaurant and I began to realise she was uncomfortable. I couldn’t imagine she’d been in many places like this, no matter how beautiful she looked in that dress.

The waitress re-appeared with our drinks.

‘To us!’ I toasted and we clinked glasses. She smiled at me and my heart melted. She was gorgeous and stunning and lost and vulnerable all at the same time.

‘How was your day?’ I asked.

‘It was… tough. I spoke to Luke, told him I’d spent the night with you. He didn’t take it well and wanted to know how to find you to kick your head in. He’s mostly talk, but he’s angry. He might try something stupid.’

I shrugged. ‘I’m only here for tonight and tomorrow night. Then I go back to London.’

The mention of my impending departure quietened us both for a few seconds. Then:

‘Come with me. To London, I mean. I’ve got my own place, there’s enough space for you. Sort you out with a job, maybe get you on your way to being a teacher. If you wanted.’

Nancy brightened at my suggestion. ‘I don’t know, what about my family? I don’t know if mum could cope without me. She has depression. What if things didn’t work out between us? I’d be stranded.’

She was being cautious. I liked that, it would have been easy to have been swept up in the moment and do something everyone regretted.

‘Okay. Come down and stay with me. Come with me on Friday, head back on Monday. I’ll pay for your tickets.’ I took a deep breath. ‘I think we could have something really special. I don’t want this week to be the end of us.’

‘Me neither.’

The waitress appeared with our food. Our eyes locked over the plates. I realised how pretty she was and how she didn’t realise it. I could have swam in her chocolate eyes all night long. As I gazed at her, her foot began stroking my leg under the table. Just up and down on my calf and I had to fight the urge to reach under the table and caress her thighs.

We made small talk for the duration of the meal, I told a couple of stories from my university days. When she’d finished eating, she excused herself and went to the ladies. I watched her leave, the movement of her buttocks, sequins glittering with every step.

I glanced around the restaurant, taking even more pleasure in counting four guys watching her walk and four girlfriends glaring at them for doing so. She was gone for a few minutes, long enough for our plates to be cleared and a dessert menu left behind.

When Nancy had returned, she picked up the menu and glanced over it.

‘There’s nothing here I fancy,’ she said. ‘Is there anything else you’d like to eat tonight?’

I had no idea if she intended the double-intendre, but I wasn’t going to let it slide.

‘What I fancy eating isn’t on the menu.’

She carefully laid her menu down on the table. ‘Sounds nice. Is it the kind of dessert that needs extra cream?’

‘Oh, I’d fill it with cream,’ I replied. ‘And second helpings. I’ll definitely want second helpings.’

She gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look. ‘It sounds delicious. Is it something you eat a lot?’

‘Oh, I’d eat it every day.’ I gave her what I hoped was a smouldering look. ‘In fact, I’d eat it right now, if I could.’

She leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms above her. Her dress pulled taut around her breasts and it took all my willpower not to reach over canlı bahis siteleri and play with them.

‘If you have a look, it’s already warming up.’ She winked at me. Slowly. Seductively.

‘Oh, my…’ I whispered before picking up a fork. ‘Oh dear. I appear to have dropped my fork,’ I said before tossing it to the floor. ‘I must pick that up.’

I bent to look underneath the table. Nancy adjusted her dress slightly, tugging it up and discreetly opened her legs, giving me a full view of her shaven pussy. The line of hair I’d so enjoyed last night was gone, I could see her pink lips, the curl of her clitoris peeking out. If the tablecloth had been longer, I would have dived between her thighs, I really would. All I could do was look, admire and take my phone out of my pocket.

As I took my seat again, I hit the button to switch the video camera on and began to try and film her. With my other hand, I signalled to the waitress for the bill, and whispered there was a ten-pound tip for her if I could pay and be out the door in two minutes. Less than ninety seconds later, we were heading into the night.

What I wanted was beside the restaurant. A dark alley, looming shadows, no lights. I pulled her into the darkness with no apologies for the lack of romance. I needed her there, I needed her then. We dived between two bins, kissing passionately, feeding on one another. I pinned her against the wall and lifted her dress up as she fumbled to release me. A few seconds later, her legs were wrapped around my hips, her arms around my neck, my cock embedded in her.

The only sound was her breathing getting faster and faster as I ravaged her, again and again. She came silently, without warning, her pussy clenching around my shaft, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck. A woman orgasming always tips me over the edge and I grunted as I ejaculated, firing into her.

We remained still for a few minutes, holding each other and trying to get our breath back. Nancy lowered her legs to the ground and leaned against me for support.

‘Fuck, I needed that!’ I whispered, laughing.

‘I love your cock,’ she whispered back before kissing me again. ‘Let’s go before someone comes down here.’

‘I’ve already come down here!’

She elbowed me. ‘You know what I mean! Come on, let’s get a drink and give you a rest. I’d like more dessert later, if that’s okay?’

Shortly afterwards, we were in a pub, sitting opposite each other, holding hands over a small circular wooden table. I bought the drinks, lager for me, vodka and orange for her.

‘What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done with a girl?’ she asked. The bluntness of her question took me a little by surprise and I had to think for a second.

‘I’ve watched someone giving a guy a blowjob,’ I began, thinking back to the previous night and Michelle. ‘One girl I had a one-nighter with at uni did ass-to-mouth, that was… odd.’

She screwed her face up. ‘Shit, that’s rank! Why would anyone want to…’ she tailed off and shuddered.

‘I saw her a couple of times after that, but never slept with her again. She was weird. Anyway, what about you? What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done?’

She thought for a few seconds. ‘Not really had the chance to do anything crazy. Luke was always on at me to try anal, but I didn’t want to. Not with him, anyway. And a threesome with this other girl he knew. He kept talking about her.’

‘A threesome? Did you…?’

‘No! The other girl, Lizzie? She’s a right slag. I think he just wanted my permission to fuck her and see what she was like.’

‘He sounds delightful, he really does. So all I have to do is not talk about anal and threesomes all the time, and you’ll be happy?’

‘I never said I wouldn’t try things…’

‘Can we go back to my hotel? Right now? I think I’ve rested enough…’

She picked up her glass and took a tiny sip of vodka. ‘No. You can wait.’

To our left, another couple finished their drinks and headed off, vacating a booth with tall wooden panelling that offered privacy and long, cushioned seats. We grabbed our drinks and moved to the empty table before anyone else could get there.

I let Nancy in first, giving her butt a little pat as she climbed over the seat before sitting beside her. Rather than put her legs under the table, she turned longways and put with her legs over my legs with them slightly apart. I leaned forwards and turned slightly to block the view of anyone else, letting me look straight up her dress and giving me a grand view of the greatest sight on Earth. From our new vantage point, she could see the whole pub. I laid my hands on her calves and began to stroke her smooth legs. She leaned back in the corner and smiled dreamily at me. I began to let my hands explore her legs, over her knees and thighs, going a little higher each time.

My fingers brushed the bottom of her dress and then began to meander underneath the soft material. I tried to do it very discreetly, chatting away to her about anything and everything that came to mind, more stories from my university days, friends, my grandmother, all the while not looking at her. If anyone was listening, they’d have assumed I was the dullest date imaginable. After a few minutes, my entire hand had disappeared under her dress and my fingers flicked against the soft flesh of her pubis.

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It was New Years Eve and my friend, Kyle, and I were headed to a party. I didn’t know the people who invited us and didn’t feel like going out, but as he pointed out to me, “You could just sit in your apartment by yourself and be a fuckin’ loser …”

Not that it mattered, the party was being thrown by two women Kyle met in a class — sisters — who invited him. The owners were in New York City for the ball drop, as they were every year, and didn’t mind if we rang in the New Year at their place, which was a huge house on the outside of town.

When we got there, I met Katy, a blonde with a firm, athletic look, and Abby, a slimmer, petite brunette, the sisters hosting the party. We chatted for a bit and then Kyle informed me we were probably spending the night. “Listen, I’m not driving tonight and lots of people are staying. Just relax.”

I was a little pissed, but as soon as the alcohol started flowing and I figured out that there about 8 bedrooms in the house (and picked one out for myself), I settled down and enjoyed the party.

The clock struck midnight and we celebrated. I got a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek from Katy, but Abby’s kiss was full and long. Then, I turned around to look for Kyle and they were gone. I looked everywhere for my hostesses, but never found them.

I flirted with a few of the other women at the party, but either got cock blocked or shut down.

++++++++++++++

Around 3 a.m., the party waned and I started toward my room, I started to walk into what I thought was my dimly lit room and stopped in my tracks as I saw a woman on the bed masturbating.

Backing outside where it was dark, I watched for a few moments, but still couldn’t make out who it was. She was fit, completely shaven and eagerly, silently, pawing at her slit. She had firm C cups with nipples that were sticking straight out.

As eagerly as she was fingering herself, I was surprised that she wasn’t screaming out loud. In fact, she was fairly quiet, only murmuring a soft whimper or moan every so often. Even her orgasm, which I noticed because she straightened her right leg as it trembled, wouldn’t have awoken anyone in the nearby bedrooms.

I thought she might be done after she came, but after a few seconds, she was at it again and I recognized her as Katy, the blonde well-built sister. illegal bahis This time, she grabbed a pocket rocket and held on her clit while she slid two fingers inside her wet hole.

I continued watching from outside the room for a few minutes, then decided to take a chance. I pushed the door open a few inches and slowly stepped inside. It was just dark enough that Katy didn’t notice me enter.

She continued rubbing her clit furiously as I closed the bedroom door and silently got undressed. I couldn’t break my stare — even as I stroked my stiffening cock — as she alternated between circling her clit and diving her fingers inside her glistening pussy.

Then, I took my biggest chance. I slowly walked to the edge of the bed — still unnoticed by Katy, who now had flipped over on her stomach and had two fingers inside herself. Without thinking, I grabbed her by both ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Immediately, she flipped over and, before she could do or say anything, I buried my face in her shaven snatch and began devouring her.

If Katy objected, she didn’t say so. If she didn’t who know I was, it didn’t bother her. If she wanted me to stop, she certainly said the opposite. “Ooooh, my god … it’s you,” she whispered. “I thought I would be alone tonight, but … yes … Fuck. Eat my pussy!”

That’s exactly what I did, inhaling her sweet aroma, while nibbling on her clit, running my tongue up and down along her swollen lips, as her soft moaning and groaning filled my ears. I held her toned, tanned thighs as I trailed down to her ass. She let out a surprised, but soft, squeal when I began rimming her.

“That’s naughty,” Katy said, as she rubbed her clit and she started moaning a little louder.

Sensing I could push her over the edge, I slipped two fingers inside her and furiously finger fucked her juicy pussy as I clamped down on her clit with my lips. My tongue circled her engorged clit as her orgasm approached.

“Oh, god … oh, god … oh. my. god. Holy fuck. Shit … Don’t … Keep going …”

Then, she shook violently as her pussy tightened around my fingers and I could no longer keep my mouth on her clit. I began curling my fingers up inside her slit, easily finding the g-spot and sending her ass up off the bed in ecstasy.

“Go!” she screamed, as illegal bahis siteleri she looked down into my face. “Please don’t stop.”

With two fingers of my right hand buried in her cunt, I used my left hand to push her body down to the bed again, then slid it down to play with her clit while I continued to finger fuck her spot.

“Jeez,” she said, pushing her body up toward the ceiling. “FUCK! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, PLEASE!”

I slipped a third finger inside her and was now sawing them back and forth faster and harder. She dropped back onto to the bed and continuing moaning and writhing as I diddled her. Suddenly, her body shook again and the juice squirted from her hole as she squealed.

I didn’t give her a break. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and used her wetness to moisten the head of my cock. Then, I rubbed my cock on her clit as she begged me to fuck her. I made her wait a little while longer, then slid my cock easily into her well-lubed, but tight, hole.

“Wow,” she said. “It’s been a long time … go nice and slow at first, please. It’s been awhile.”

I did as I was told. I fucked her for a few minutes and she begged to suck my cock. I pulled myself from her and she swiftly dropped her head to my groin.

She slid forward and engulfed my cock with her warm, inviting mouth. She maintained eye contact as she sucked my cock furiously. Her left hand continued to play with her clit as she sucked while stroked me with the right hand.

“How’s that?” she asked, stroking my cock. “How about a little 69?” I pulled her snatch to my face and devoured her once again. Letting my tongue drift upward to her ass resulted a

After a few minutes, I was ready to fuck again. I lifted Katy’s pussy off my face as her mouth broke free of my cock. I positioned her in reverse cowgirl and slowly impaled her pink pussy on my dick.

“Stay right there,” I told her, as I pulled her up off my dick a few inches. Then, I held Katy in place as I pumped my dick up her pussy from underneath.

“Oh,” she yelped, hesitantly.

“Just trust me,” I said. Soon is riding the full length of my cock, bouncing up and down on it and holding on to my shoulder.

As I picked up speed, Katy got louder as I held her close and pounded her harder, forcing more orgasms out of her. After a few minutes, canlı bahis siteleri she pulled herself off of me, covered her pussy with her left hand and said, “Shit, I need a break …”

As I tried to pull her pussy back to me, she pushed me back and said, “I’m only giving my pussy a break — not my mouth.” She gripped my cock with her right hand, wrapped her lips around me and began sucking me nice and slow.

As she coated my member with her saliva, she stroked me in a circular motion, pulling her mouth off and staring into my face while she pumped her hand up and down. She’d suck for a few minutes, lick and suck my balls, then talk dirty to me.

“This is the fuck of my life … you deserve to cum all over me … where do you want to blow your load?” she asked. “You want to fill me up with cum? … deep in my pussy?”

“My tits?”

“My ass?”

“No, you wanna cum on my face, don’t you? You fuckin’ naughty boy.”

But I wasn’t ready to cum yet and surprised Katy again by pulling her up and kissing her hungrily, which she reciprocated. Then, I maneuvered behind her and eased my cock into her from the side.

I pumped a few times slowly to get the rhythm, then began pounding her slit hard as I watched her eyes fly open and face contort.

I licked my fingers and started rubbing her clit as her head eased backward into the crook of my elbow, followed by more moaning. I pulled her face close to mine and she looked deep into my eyes as I fucked her with deep, long strokes.

It wasn’t long before her pussy spasmed again and I could feel her wetness increase as she shook through another good orgasm. I could feel myself ready to pop as well, so I pulled my cock from her and said, “Ready to swallow some cum?”

She smiled and flipped over on top of me and quickly engulfed my dick with her warm, willing mouth. I was already pretty close to cumming, so after a few quick bobs of her blonde head, I filled her mouth with a big, sticky load, which she held in her mouth for a moment, then showed it to me before easily gulping it down.

After a few mouth strokes to clean me off, she laid back on the bed and rolled over. “Fuck, that was good!” she said.

My head was still buzzing, so after a few minutes, I pulled Katy toward me and we started all over again. We fucked again and then drifted off to sleep.

I woke a few hours later and Katy was gone. Where she had slept was a note, which read: “Thanks for last night. We should do this again – SOON.” She signed it and left her phone number.

Coming in Part 2: Abby wants hers.

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The two hour drive home gives us an opportunity to just talk without any distractions. We take advantage of the time and I get to learn a lot about Tiffany that I’ve missed these last few years. She also gets a chance to learn more about my marriage. By the time we pull into the driveway, we are laughing and talking like old times. I feel much more sure that our relationship is going to be great.

As I pull into my driveway, Pup wakes up and starts to get excited. “This is your house?” she asks.

“Yup. Home sweet home.”

“Why are you parking out here?”

“I’ve got a lot of stuff in the garage. Most of it is tools to work on the house and supplies.”

“That sucks.”

“Like a little cold is going to hurt you.”

She ignores me and says “I can’t wait to see it in the daylight.”

“Let’s get our stuff and I’ll take you on a quick tour.”

Pup jumps out of the car and runs around back. “Is he going to be ok?”

“Yeah. Wait till you see why he ran around. He’ll probably meet us in the back.”

I unlock the door and ask Tiffany to close her eyes. I carefully lead her through and turn on the lights.

“Ok, open your eyes.”

She gasps as she opens her eyes. “Oh my, John. This is gorgeous. You did this yourself?”

“Most of it. I redid the floors through the entire downstairs, all the trim and painting in the foyer. I redid the entire staircase myself.”

“They look amazing.” She is wandering around touching the the trim and checking out the steps.

“This is the formal living room.”

She walks into the living room and looks around. “The fireplace needed a lot of cleaning and I needed to patch a lot of the walls. Actually, most of the walls in the house had to fixed.”

“John, I can’t even wrap my mind around the fact that you did this yourself.”

“Most of it. I had to contract the electrical and a few other things.”

“I want to see the rest of it.”

“Come on. I’ll show you the kitchen next. Now, a lot of that I did not do myself.”

We walk into the kitchen and she turns in a circle. “What did you do?”

“I installed the cabinets but I contracted the rest of it out. I don’t do much with tiles.”

“This is beautiful. Do you use it much?”

“You have a week to figure that out.”

“Five days actually.”

“Close enough wise ass. This is my family room.” She follows me over and looks around.

“It’s not very big.”

“No, but it’s big enough for a family to watch TV together at least. Tomorrow morning though, you’ll see why it’s a great room.”

“I notice the big window. What’s left to see?”

“The dining room is still under construction, my office and the master suite.”

“Let’s see the office first.”

“That is actually my favorite room that I’ve completed.”

“This is amazing,” she says as I open the door. “Did you do all the woodwork and trim?”

“Yup. It took a long time to get it right, but it looks amazing.”

“How much was here to start?”

“None of it. I put in all the shelving, desk, and trim work.”

“It’s amazing John.” She turns to look at me. Her eyes are bright green and she has a look of admiration on her face. “I can’t believe you aren’t doing this for a living. You’re really good.”

“Thanks,” I say, a bit embarrassed. “Maybe that’s one reason I’ve decided to go back. I’ve really enjoyed this house.”

She takes my face between her hands and kisses me gently. “Show me the upstairs.”

“You don’t really want to see that.”

“How bad can it be?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Show me, then you can show me the master suite,” she says sexily and emphasized with a kiss that makes my toes curl.

“Fine, but I warned you.”

I take her upstairs and she stops. “Holy shit, John. There’s nothing here?”

“I warned you. I took everything down last month.”

She looks around at the bare walls. There’s not even sheet rock up, just bare wall studs and wires.

“What’s the plan?”

“I had a few things in mind, but nothing that I really cared for. I figured I would take everything out and then figure it out.”

She just looks around with a kind of stunned look. “How are you going to get this done?”

“That’s why my dad and uncle are coming out. They’ll get it done.”

“And you’ll be able to move back sooner.”

“Sooner than doing it myself.”

She gives that same toe curling kiss as she did in the office. “Now show me the master suite.”

I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. “Just so you know, the bedroom itself isn’t fabulous. The bathroom is what makes it.”

She walks in ahead of me. “I’m a bit disappointed.”

“I know. I just never got a good feel for this room. Maybe you can help. But I do want you to see the bathroom. Go through that door.”

She opens the bathroom door and stops just inside. “Holy shit.”

“You like it?”

She doesn’t say anything as she looks around. “You did this?”

“No. I did the design, but I had someone else to the work. It was the first thing I had done.”

“I can’t bahis firmaları even imagine..” she stops, unable to continue. “I want to take a shower.” She walks over to the shower and starts stripping. I begin to follow, but remember I need to let Pup back in. He’s waiting at the door and comes right in so I go back to the bathroom.

Tiffany is already naked and has the water on. “How much sex have you had in this shower?” I just stare at her. “Relax, I’m not naive. Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be getting some more, especially if you get naked with me right now.”

My clothes are off in record time and I join her in the shower. I wash her down slowly, spending a lot of time on her breasts and between her legs. By the time I’m done, she’s panting. “I see you’ve done that a few times.”

Now it’s my turn to be cleaned and Tiffany demonstrates that this isn’t her first time either. Once she is satisfied that I’m clean enough she sits on the bench and pulls me close. While looking up at me, she gently licks the head of my cock.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you teased me this morning. I thought about giving you a blow job while you were driving, but decided it might not be a good idea.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

She engulfs me with her lips and slowly pulls her head back while running her tongue the entire length. My eyes close and my head goes back.

“Closing your eyes like that while driving would not have been a good.” She smiles at me and then gets back to my blow job.

Her mouth is so warm and moist that I am quickly reaching my boiling point. It doesn’t help that I’ve wanted to be with her since this morning. “Fuck Tiff, I’m ready to go.”

“Come on babe. Give it to me.” She starts to suck harder and soon I lose control. I roar as my cock blasts the back of her throat. I thrust my hips with each thrust and Tiffany takes every shot. I have to sit down before my legs go soft.

“Oh fuck babe, that was amazing.”

She washes her mouth out quickly and then kisses me. “I hope your ready to return the favor because I really need to cum.”

I smile at her and seat her on the bench. Without a word I kiss her gently on the mouth and then proceed to move down her body. I suckle her breasts till I feel her nipples harden on my tongue. When I spend too much time there, she not so gently pushes my shoulders down, telling me she wants more.

I kiss my way down her belly and then between her legs. “I’ve been dreaming of this since since you teased my in your room. Now finish what you started this morning,” she commands.

Not one to go against orders, I dive between her legs. The moment my tongue presses against her clit her hips thrust forward. I want a quick orgasm and she responds just like I hope. “Oh John. Lick me baby. Lick my pussy. Oh, I’m so close, come on babe, do it,” she moans.

I slide a couple of fingers into her pussy and curl them to rub the rough patch. Her hips lift off the seat and she moans loudly. My fingers get wetter as she approaches her orgasm and her moans echo through the bathroom. I wrap my lips around her clit, suck lightly and she explodes. Her sweet nectar washes over my fingers and down my chin. Her hips thrust into my face over and over as her orgasm continues. She finally slumps onto the bench, panting.

“Ok, I think you’ve earned your keep, but I hope you’re not done for the night.”

“Not by a long shot.”

“Good, now take me to bed and prove it.”

The next morning I wake up alone and look around. The last thing I remember is falling asleep with Tiffany snuggled against my side. I smile to myself as I remember her screams of delight as I went about proving myself to her. We were both tired, but I managed to bring her to at least a couple of more orgasms while I managed to fill her with my juices one more time.

I stretch, then use the bathroom before pulling on some pants and going in search of Tiffany. I find her curled up on the couch, looking out the big bay window off the family room. She is wearing one of my dress shirts with only a couple of buttons done. She has a look of pure calmness as she looks over the lake. When she hears me approach she smiles at me.

“I was up early and didn’t want to disturb you,” she said peacefully. “This view is amazing.”

“Yeah. It’s one thing I’m going to miss about living here.”

“I was thinking of a place we could look at that may have a similar view.”

“I gave my dad a few ideas of what I’m looking for and he’s going to give them to a woman he works with. He said she should be able to find the right place.”

She stands and walks over to me, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. “So, what’s the plan for today?” she asks with a twinkle in her eyes.

“I have to get online for work and take care of a few things. Then I thought we could go into town for lunch and I’ll show you around. Then I think I’ll show you how well I use my kitchen.”

“Is that all?”

“No. First I’m going to take you back to bed and continue to prove myself to you.”

I kaçak iddaa turn around and lead her back to the bedroom. I slowly unbutton the shirt and toss it away, then lift her onto the bed. Her nipples are already poking out and she is smiling as she watches me. I move onto the bed with her and kiss her gently, moving down her body.

Her lips and clit are already swollen and she is soon moaning as I dip my tongue into her honey pot. I take my time giving her pleasure and she slowly builds towards her orgasm. When it finally overtakes her, she squeals and thrusts her hips against my face. As she recovers, she pushes me onto my back and pulls my pants off.

We kiss as she slowly mounts me and begins to rotate her hips. Her pussy is sopping wet and there is almost no friction as I slide into her. I reach behind her and play with her ass while she slowly rides me.

“Have you ever had anyone back here?” I ask as I probe her ass.

“It’s been a long time, but yes. Scott found it disgusting.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“It was while I was with Vic. But he was much smaller than you. I did enjoy it though.”

“Would you like to try it?”

“Not right now. I just want to take it slow right now. But maybe later.”

She does respond when I push my finger against her ass. She’s pretty slick and it doesn’t take much to push pass the tight ring. She groans as my finger penetrates her ass and I begin to slide it in and out. I eventually get my finger in to the second knuckle and her hips begin to slam against me. I try to work a second finger in. She stops me, but doesn’t make me remove the one finger.

I begin to feel my orgasm build and start to thrust into her. With one hand holding her ass, I begin to thrust into her till I explode. She continues to ride me till she cums again. I pull my finger from her ass and she relaxes on top of me. We kiss and I hold her tight.

As I soften, our juices run out of her and onto my leg. “What would you like for breakfast?”

“What can you make?”

“I’m not sure. I need to go shopping. I’ll have to see what I have. Do you want some coffee?”

“No thanks. But I think I’m going back to bed for a while.” She kisses me and gets under the covers.

Puppy greets me carrying his leash. “You need a good walk. Let me get some clothes on and we’ll get going.”

It feels good being back on the trail. It’s pretty cold out so there aren’t a lot of people and I let Pup run free. He takes off for the water and I hear him splashing around for a moment before he comes back dripping wet. He’s all over the place as we continue our walk. By the time we get back, he’s panting and happy.

Tiffany is still asleep when I get back, so I take a quick shower and then head to my office. I check my email and find that my boss is going to be out of the office all week. That sucks because I want to talk to him about resigning, but I guess that will have to wait. My client has requested an update on where things stand so I make my report, then take care of a few other emails that I received over the weekend. There’s nothing urgent going on, so I spend the next few hours working on my clients project. I’m pretty sure there are going to be a lot of change requests, but if I can finish the first draft, it will be easier.

After a couple of hours Tiffany finds me. She is again wearing my shirt and looking quite sexy doing it. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how tired I was. I still feel like I could use a few hours more.”

I look at her slightly concerned. “Are you sure you’re feeling ok?”

“I’m fine. A lot has been going on the last few months and I think it’s all catching up to me.”

She sits on my lap and puts her head on my shoulder. I kiss her gently on her forehead and she sighs.

“Well, all you have to worry about this week is relaxing.”

“I’m already more relaxed than I’ve been since my breakup with Scott. I don’t think I realized how stressed out I was.”

“Same with me. I don’t have much work to do this week so we can just hang out. If you want, we don’t even have to go out. We can just stay in, lock ourselves away and ignore the rest of the world.”

“I think I might like that. But I don’t want to be locked away. We can still go out.”

“Go shower and get dressed. I don’t really have much food, so I need to go shopping.”

She stands up and pulls me with her. “I need someone that can give me a good washing. But no hanky panky. I’m a bit delicate right now.”

After our shower I take Tiffany out to lunch in town. As we walk down the street I see someone I recognize and stop walking.

“What’s wrong?”

“See that girl with the long black hair?”

She looks where I’m pointing. “Yeah, what about her?”

“That’s Summer.”

Tiffany looks at me a moment and then looks again. “That’s the girl that blew you off all week?”

“Yup.”

“Who’s that with her?”

“No idea.”

“Well, here’s a good time to find out. Although she looks pretty into this guy.”

Summer kaçak bahis starts to walk past without even glancing at me. “Hey Summer.”

She turns to look at me and stops short. Her face goes pure white and her eyes grow quite large.

“John, how are you?” she says trying to recover.

“Quite well. I’m glad to see you’re doing ok.”

She stutters a few times trying to speak. “Who is this, Summer?” the guy asks.

“This is a friend of mine. Mitch, this is John. John, this is Mitch.”

“Nice to meet you Mitch. This is my girlfriend Tiffany. Tiffany, this is Summer and Mitch.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says with a smile. “John’s told me quite a bit about you.”

Summer looks at me and I see tears forming in her eyes. She can’t decide if she’s angry, scared or something else. “Girlfriend? I didn’t know you were dating anyone,” she says tightly.

“Well, it was kind of sudden. Tiffany was my high school sweet heart and she had been living in California till about three months ago. I was shocked when I went home to visit my family and found out she had moved home. We got together for a couple of dates and decided we wanted to try getting back together.”

“That’s really nice,” Summer says.

“Good for you, dude,” Mitch adds. “Summer and I did pretty much the same thing about two months ago. I had moved away and came back and, bam, sparks flew, and we’re together.”

“Good for you, dude,” I reply with the same emphasis on ‘dude’. “You’ve got yourself a great girl. Good luck to both of you.” I hold my hand out to Tiffany. “That place I suggested is just up the street.”

We walk down the street without looking back, but I can feel eyes on my back. At the corner I hear someone running toward us and I spin around just in time to see Mitch. “Look man, I’m not sure what game you’re playing, but stay away from my girl.” I look over his shoulder and Summer is still standing in the same place. “You hear me?” Mitch has his finger in my face. I’m at least six inches taller than him and about forty pounds heavier.

“First, I’m in love with Tiffany. Second,” I say extremely quietly, “if you ever put your finger in my face again, I’ll turn you into a human pretzel. You hear me?” I realize I’m not even a little bit angry.

Mitch’s face drains of blood and his eyes bulge from his head. He looks at Tiffany for a moment before going back to Summer. He takes her arm and starts to walk away from us. Summer looks over her shoulder one time before getting into a car down the street.

“Well, that was interesting. Two months with him and she spent a whole weekend with you? That guy doesn’t know what hit him.”

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I ask Tiffany.

“Yup. You were a girl’s fling.”

I reach out, pull her to me and kiss her passionately. When I release her, she stumbles back a step, a look of lust on her face. “You need to feed me before doing that again. So, do you think we’ll run into any of your other conquests?”

“I hope not.”

After lunch, we do some shopping, then head home. “Let’s take a walk. I’m sure Pup wants to get out.”

“That’s fine. Is it safe to run around here?”

“Yeah. There’s a nice big path around the lake.”

“Do you run?”

“Not really.”

“You need to get up with me tomorrow and run.”

“We’ll see.” I hook up Pup and show Tiffany around the lake.

“This is really nice. I can see why you moved here. I didn’t notice any boats or anything.”

“No. I used to have some kayaks and a canoe, but Krista decided she wanted them. I’m pretty sure it was out of spite, but I didn’t fight her. They weren’t very good anyway.”

“Are you still looking for a house on the lake back home?”

“That’s the plan. My dad mentioned he might know someplace, but we may have to build.”

“Is it always this quiet?”

“No, just during the winter. Once it starts to warm up, this place is hopping.”

“Must be annoying then.”

“Not really. By the time the sun starts to set, it quiets down again. Then it’s nice to sit on my back porch with a drink and just relax.”

“How many girls did you meet walking around here?”

“Just Judy.”

“Really? I doubt she’s the only one.”

“I’m telling the truth. I’d only had Pup a day or two and we were walking when she ran by. On her way back she stopped to talk to me and play with Pup. I saw her a few more times and then she suddenly showed up at my back deck.”

“How long were you together?”

“Maybe six or seven months.”

“You still have feelings for her?”

“Yeah. But I also never lost my feelings for you.”

She stops walking and stares at me. She has a strange little smile and tilts her head.

“Do I have to ask what you’re thinking about?”

“Yes, but I’m not going to tell you just yet.”

“Well, then I just won’t ask,” I say as I start walking again.

She runs to catch up and takes my arm, leaning her head on my shoulder. “There’s not really anyplace like this back home.”

“Not yet. I’ve heard there are a lot of plans for some really cool stuff. The town is planning on turning the area into some sort of adventure resort destination.”

“I heard about that from my parents. What have you heard?”

“Nothing specific, just a few ideas.”

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I went to visit my older sister a week after I turned 18. The night after I got there, she threw a huge party, so I could meet some of her friends. I helped her barbecue steaks and chicken on the porch, and I had a really great time, but I was suffering from jetlag, so I headed to bed before the party was really over.

I’m usually an early riser, so I got up before my sister, and went to take a shower. The warm water cascaded over my body, and as I lathered up with berry scented soap, I indulged in some lingering caresses on my pert young breasts. I must have been really distracted, because I didn’t hear the bathroom door open at all. But when I turned to get out of the shower, there was one of my sister’s friends, Jeff, standing right there, staring at me with this little smile on his face. I tried to cover up with my arms, and gave him kind of a dirty look when he handed me my towel. I took it, though, and covered myself, trying to dry off without flashing any more skin.

“Do you mind?” I asked, hoping he would get the hint illegal bahis and go. “What are you doing in here, anyway?”

“I was looking for the aspirin.” He held up the bottle, and the pills shook inside, but then he set it on the counter. “I thought you might have a great body under those baggy clothes you were wearing last night. Guess I was wrong.”

I figured he was trying to get a rise out of me. It worked. I stopped drying off and stared at him.

“What?”

“Yeah.” he said, and the tone of his voice sent a little shiver down my spine. “It’s not just great. It’s incredible.” He took a step closer, his eyes roaming over me in a way that made me feel like I didn’t even have the towel covering me. “You know, I’ve already seen you naked. There’s no point in covering up.”

I hugged the towel a little closer, and took a step back in the shower, almost moaning as my thighs brushed together. God, he was making me hot. I let the towel slip a little, exposing one of my small, sensitive breasts. My nipple was already illegal bahis siteleri partly hard, just from his talking, or maybe because my skin was still wet from the shower. I shivered a little, and didn’t step back again when he stepped closer. His eyes slid over my breast, and then he met my eyes.

“You look delicious.” he said, in an even deeper tone of voice. “Can I taste you?” I couldn’t seem to find the breath to speak, so I just nodded, and he didn’t give me any time to change my mind. In a split second, he was right in front of me, his hand resting lightly on my arm as his mouth descended on my nipple. I moaned out loud as his tongue swirled over it, bringing it to full hardness. His fingers tugged at the towel, and when I let it slip lower, he suckled on my other breast.

Before long, I was completely uncovered, and he was standing in the shower with me. His strong fingers teased my pussy lips before his finger dipped inside, finding out how wet he’d gotten me. He started kissing my neck, which always drives canlı bahis siteleri me nuts, and teased one of my nipples with one hand while the other gently explored my sensitive, wet folds. He kissed down along my young body, and before I knew what he was up to, he’d dropped to his knees to blow hot breath over my sweet, tight cunt.

He paused to lean me back against the shower wall, and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, baring my cunt to him completely. He looked up at me, watching my face as his tongue gently attacked my clit and cunt lips. I was moaning so loudly that I was sure I would wake up my sister. I was on the verge of cumming when he paused to push one of his thick fingers inside my aching hole. Pumping it in and out, he bent down to lick at my clit again, his tongue moving even faster than before, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed my hips into his face, moaning and groaning helplessly as his tongue continued to work at me, prolonging my orgasm. He lapped up all of my sweet juices, and then stood, giving a last lick to each of my nipples as his fingers stroked my achingly sensitive pussy. He kissed my lips, and smiled, then stepped out of the shower, leaving me to finish drying off. I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know my sister’s friends.

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Part 2

Chapter 6:

Alisha fainted and fell to the floor then just lay there without moving and everyone rushed over to her.

“Alisha! Alisha! Alisha!” everyone was shouting.

“Is she breathing?” My dad asked.

“I don’t know!” Carrie said frantically as she was trying in vain to wake Alisha.

“Call 911,” My mom screamed.

“What’s going on?” Alisha said in a foggy state. She was shaking her head back and forth looking at everyone.

“Thank god you’re alright.” My mom said as she let out a deep breath.

“What happened, why am I on the floor. Who are you people? Where Am I?” Alisha said as she looked around the room. She tried to get up but was dizzy and weak and could not seem to sit up.

My mom got a wash cloth and rinsed it in cool water under the faucet.

“Alisha how do you feel honey?” My mom said as she was wringing the wash cloth and then rushed over to put it on Alisha’s forehead.

“Who are you?” Alisha said again.

“Mommy?” Alisha said in a little girl’s voice looking around the room scared.

“She seems delusional,” Carrie said.

“Let’s see if we can lift her up and take her to the couch. Chad, come on help me lift her.” My dad said quickly.

“You better call her mother, Alexa.” My mom said.

“Hey; Mrs. Stanton, this is Alexa, No I know she’s over here. Alisha fainted or something and, No she’s awake now, but I think you better come over to our house and get her. She keeps asking for you.” Alexa said.

A few minutes later Mrs. Stanton showed up banging on the door. Alexa ran to the door and let her in.

“Where’s Lish?” Mrs. Stanton said excitedly looking around the room in a panic.

“In here!” My father shouted as he raced over toward Mrs. Stanton.

“She’s over here on the couch,” Carrie said.

“What happened to her? Mrs. Stanton said scared.

“She just fainted.” Carrie said as she moves away from Alisha so Mrs. Stanton could get closer.

“Mommy I had another spell again,” Alisha says in a dazed sounding voice as she tries to sit up.

“Stay down dear,” My mom says “you need to keep your head below your feet.”

Carrie moves out from in front of Mrs. Stanton’s way and her left hand passed right in front of Mrs. Stanton’s view.

“Whoa, is me; what’s that on your finger, Girl?” Mrs. Stanton said to Carrie.

“Oh Now I remember I saw that ring and then got dizzy.” Alisha said shaking her head slightly.

“It’s an engagement ring,” Carrie said.

“Alisha why didn’t you tell me Carrie was engaged?” Mrs. Stanton said as she was giving Alisha the eye.

Mrs. Stanton was looking at my mom and dad.

“It just happened,” My sister Alexa interjected quickly.

“Whoa that is some ring you got there Carrie,” Mrs. Stanton says as she looks it over twisting it back and forth on Carrie’s finger to get a better view.

“Who is the lucky guy to give you a ring like that?” Mrs. Stanton says as she looks around the room.

Carrie points to me.

“My Knight in shining armor.” Carrie says as she motions me to come over.

“Dull armor; you mean.” Alexa says giggling.

“No one knew anything until this morning,” My mom says quickly.

“Wow Chad that IS some Fancy-smancy ring you gave Carrie,” Mrs Stanton says with a gleam in her eye as she raises her eye brows up and down quickly looking back at Carrie.

“It’s a family heirloom.” My father says.

“It’s my great; great… great grandmother’s antique blue diamond engagement ring.” I said admiringly as I twist it back on forth gently on Carrie’s finger.

“Actually its 26 generations worth of Greats.” my dad says calmly.

“That’s a Diamond? I don’t think I have ever seen a blue diamond before.” Mrs. Stanton says in surprise.

“I know, Right, that’s what I said.” Alexa says as she looks at Mrs. Stanton.

“So you to just decided to get married this morning… just like that?” Mrs. Stanton says as she snaps her fingers.

“After a major romp in the hay.” Alexa’s squeals.

“T.M.I.” Mrs. Stanton says as she looks at Alexa.

“You all shouldn’t be kissing and telling. What they do is their own business, their adults after all.” Mrs. Stanton says.

“It’s all written in some old book anyway so everyone knows everything already.” Alexa says jokingly.

“Uh; Mrs. Stanton you want some coffee?” My mom interjects quickly.

“Yes, sure that would be great.” Mrs. Stanton says excitedly.

“Let’s all go in the kitchen why don’t we?” My father says, then he continues “Here Alisha; let me help you up. Hold on to me sweetie.”

“See it’s all written here in this old book.” Alexa says as she turns the book around to read it.

“Why honey you shouldn’t be reading Carrie’s private diary… like it’s a novel.” Mrs. Stanton says quickly.

“Actually it’s an ancient prophecy manual handed down through the generations of our family.” My father says.

“Whoa; whoa; whoa… hold on here.” Mrs. Stanton says in astonishment.

“What? So illegal bahis you’re telling me that what these two did was written down in this old book; years ago. Mrs. Stanton said.

“Seven hundred years ago,” Carrie says.

“Word for word.” My mother said.

“Word for word, wait did you say Seven HUNDRED, ye-ars; years not days?” Mrs. Stanton says as she lifts her eyebrows shaking her head in disbelief.

“Wait hold on here you all; you’re telling me this book told the future; and it was written seven hundred years go? Word for Word; that’s impossible!” Mrs. Stanton exclaimed.

Everyone was shaking their head yes, looking at Mrs. Stanton.

“See it says here ‘Then when the young ones meet again, as adult virgins, they will conceive; their first born child; before the next day’s rising sun.'” My mom reads aloud.

“So you guys all did what this book said. Well they read it before-hand then didn’t they. Right you guys come on tell the truth now.” Mrs. Stanton grilled like a mother.

“Uh NO;” Carrie said. “We had no idea of this book; it was in his dads study somewhere; we did not see it or even find it. Chads mom brought it out later.”

They are number 13; my Grandparents were number 12 and so on before them. Every 2 generations the prophecy is written for.” My dad says calmly.

“Well who is number 14?” Mrs. Stanton asks then continues, “Maybe it’s you; Lish; look at that ring sweetie; look at Chad,” she says as she nudges me.

Carrie started flipping the pages beyond our section.

“The rest of the book is… blank!” Carrie said in astonishment flipping through the pages very quickly, then going to the last page in a hurry to find them all completely blank.

“There is nothing else written on any other page after ours! See it stops here.” Carrie says as she puts her finger in the middle of the page to hold her place. “Then the next page is empty as well as the rest from then on.” She said in shock looking at everyone shaking her head in total disbelief.

“See page 319 is the last page.” Carrie continued.

“Wait; three nineteen, is today’s date; March Nineteenth,” My mom said with a weird look on her face.

“Let me see that; is that right Carrie?” My mom continues.

We all rushed over to see the last page with words on it.

“See; it stops here,” Carrie says.

Then she flipped the next page and it was empty, then she flipped back.

“Wait a minute here now! There was… not… this… much… writing before; I just saw it; it ended where I have my finger in the middle of the page but now it ends down here.” She says in shock as she looks up at everyone.

My mom swings the book around out of Carrie’s hands.

“Sorry dear; let me see that!” My mom says frantically.

“It says ‘The Mother of the Knight presents him with the Blue Diamond Robertson-Smith Ring’.” My mom says then she looked at Carrie’s ring. Both my mom and Carrie are looking at the ring now. Carrie slips the ring off her finger and she and my mom are looking inside the ring at the tiny letters, but neither of them can make out the letters in the ring.

“Do you have a magnifying glass?” Carrie says quickly.

My sister rummages through the kitchen drawer and pulls out a big magnifying glass and she hands it to Carrie.

“It says ‘Rob bert son’ no wait there’s more writing,” Carrie says as she slowly turns the ring, then she moves over under the counter light to get a better look. I see the word ‘S mmm iii th’… ‘Robertson… hyphen… Smith’ she says as she looks at me then my mom.

“You had this engraved earlier?” Carrie said to me.

I shook my head no, then she looked at my mom and she shook her head no.

“No honey I forgot that box was even in there until I got the manual out. Actually I saw the box when I put the book back. But I could have sworn that box was not there when I got the manual the first time. But I was in shock when I found out you too made love and I must have not seen it as I frantically got out the manual.” My mom said.

“Wait; where did you get that book, from… exactly, dear.” My dad said.

“It was in here,” My mom said as she walked back toward my dad’s study and we all followed.

“Here in this drawer’ right here, see in here.” My mom says quickly.

“That book… was not there earlier.” My dad chimed in.

“What are you calling me a LIAR, now?” My mom barked at my dad.

“What?” We all said as we looked around at each other.

“So what’s going on here?” I said.

“There are letters on the front of the drawer… ‘A…P…M'” My sister says as she stands there eating an apple.

“A.P.M. who is that? Is that your great grandparent’s initials or something?” Carrie asks.

“No; it might stand for… Ancient — Prophecy…” My dad says then pauses.

“Manual” Alexa interjects quickly.

“But all of these drawers were empty. I know ’cause I had everything taken out of them including the drawers when we moved it in here to save the weight of carrying it; and none of the drawers had letters illegal bahis siteleri on them either.

All of the stuff in the drawers are in these boxes over here, and as you can see none of them have been disturbed. They still have tape on them when they were packed.” My dad says with great curiosity as he rubs his chin.

“Ok so there was no manual in here before this morning and then it just appears out of nowhere.” I said.

“So mom, how did you know it was in here?” Alexa says.

“I remember you saying earlier, ‘so the Prophecy is true’ and you rushed in here to get the manual.” Carrie says as she looks scared at my mom.

“How did you know which drawer it was in in the first place, If dad says it was not here.” I said inquisitively

“I don’t know I just had a thought as it popped in my mind. I had no idea what I was saying or doing it’s like I was on autopilot.” My mom said.

“The book is writing itself,” My sister interjects calmly as she takes a bite out on an apple. “It’s writing events as they happen, not before.” She continues.

Everyone is looking at my sister since she seems to be the one who knows more than the rest of us.

“So Wednesday… Gomez what gives here?” Alisha says looking at Alexa in a joking voice.

“There was nothing in these drawers last week when I was in here dusting. I was looking at this big old thing and wondering what in the world was in all these drawers. I opened a few of them including this one and there was nothing; so I just continued dusting, I am pretty sure there were no letters on them either.” My sister said.

“Wait; look at that box down there in the middle, over here, look. Alexa says.

Now we are all looking at Alexa who seems to be on to something.

“It has a square cut out of it.” Carrie says looking at it then Alexa as she crosses her arms.

“Just about the size of the end of the book.” I said.

“But it’s not a cut mark… it’s like it… burned… its way out.” My dad says examining it closely

Then he looks back to us and announces.

“And if Alexa cut it out, how did she know exactly which box it was in, and exactly where it was located in that box?” My dad said then continued. “She was not the one who packed the stuff, I was. She was a way at school until this week, so she could not have known anything. The top of the box still has the tape intact so she could not have been inside it looking.” My dad continued.

“Alexa I don’t know how you got that thing out of there; but be careful OK I don’t want you.” My mom says and pauses abruptly as Alexa interrupts.

“What the ‘ell mom; you think I got some magical laser beam thingy that I can open stuff with and… use my x-ray powers to find things inside boxes.” Alexa barks out.

End of Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Later that evening:

“Your dad and I are going back to the cabin so you young’uns take care of yourself and don’t burn the house down.” My mom says.

“Hey maybe we should have a slumber party?” Alisha says to Alexa.

“Yeah just like old times… remember!” Alexa says excitedly.

“Yeah I bought enough snacks for the 3 of us and the two love birds made birds and bees the entire time.” Alexa said sarcastically.

“Yeah, we can have pillow fights and talk about…” Alisha says excitedly.

“Boys… are dreamy.” Alexa coos in a dreamy voice.

“You two can fight over boys; I have the ‘man’ I want.” Carrie says with a happy look on her face hugging a pillow.

“Not fight over boys silly; have fights and talk about boys.” Alisha says.

“Oh Gaud she’s in love; look at her, she has that dreamy face.” Alexa says.

“I know right your brother is some hunk.” Alisha says.

Alexa slaps Alisha hard on the ass then elbows her in the ribs.

“Shut up; what-tha ‘ell,” Alexa says loudly in astonishment.

“Owee bitch!” Alisha squeals and picks up a pillow and wallops Alexa hard enough to knock her off the bed.

“Oh you’re in fucking trouble now you hoe-bitch.” Alexa screams.

“Wait! let me outa here you fucking moronic freaks!” Carrie screams loudly like a little girl at the top of her lungs and she is blocking the pillows as they fly by and almost hit her. Then she runs out the door pushing herself off the walls as she sprints down the hall.

As she comes racing down the hall, she is looking back over her shoulder then she smacks directly into me. I was dumb struck as Carrie plowed into me. She nearly knocks me down as I was pulling my boxers up then putting on a T-shirt getting ready for bed.

“Jeez; woman what’s going on? You almost knocked me down; Miss Linebacker.” I said as I tried to stay upright.

“Oh Gaud; Sorry baby. I was getting away from the pillow freak girls.” Carrie said as she caught her breath.

As I pulled my t-shirt down over my six pack; Carrie was pulling my shirt back up.

“Wait; what’s going on here? There is something right here.” Carrie said as she moved closer to examine me.

“Something right where? I said slightly nervous trying to look canlı bahis siteleri at my stomach.

I could see nothing as she pushed her perfectly manicured index finger in my stomach softly.

“Right here… wait… let me get a… closer look.” Carrie said real seriously.

“What is it; a tick; or something?” I said frantically really frightened now.

“No, it’s a, motor boat,” She said snickering.

“A What?” I said as I moved back away from her to see.

She grabbed me around the waist and pulled me hard into her face; then was doing a motor boat sound on my stomach with her mouth. Next she started feeling my dick through my boxers and was stroking it.

This made it get bigger and thicker and felt so amazing as it expanded downward. Stuck under my boxers it had no place else to go but down.

“Da-ham man look at that thing grow; how does that feel …Chad?” Carrie whispered.

She now has her hand on it rubbing the back side since it caught in my underwear and was facing slightly sideways and backwards.

“Whoa shit; it’s longer than my hand; from wrist to my fingertips by an inch or more.” She said in astonishment looking up at me as she was feeling it in her palm.

Next I could feel her hand move down to my dick head. It must have been sticking out the bottom of my boxers cause I could feel her warm hand with no boxer cloth in between. It felt so good and I was ready to pull my shorts down right here and fuck her senseless.

Just as I grabbed my waist band I heard the girls down the hall screaming again. I stopped her hand as I whispered in her ear to wait in my room, I’d be right back to her.

I raced down to my sister’s room and flung myself inside.

“Hey you two crazy loons!” I shouted, “Stop that; remember those are allergy free pillows and they cost a lot and if you bust them open; mom will bust ‘you’ both open.” I said loudly.

I stood there for a second with my hands on my hips glaring at both of them.

I could see they were startled from my sudden intrusion as I was shouting.

“Ok Chad,” Alexa said quickly.

“Yes sir! Chad of Robertson” Alisha shouted as she was saluting me.

Alexa busted out laughing. Then so did Alisha.

“I mean it now Damn-IT!” I fired back quickly; then lunged forward toward them.

They both screamed out like little girls, as if grade school boys were chasing around.

As they got serious again I turned slowly out the door; then I left and went back to find Carrie.

Alisha covered her mouth as I left the room.

Then Alexa was about to ask Alisha something and she started looking at her real funny.

“Gaud what’s wrong with you now; freak-a-zoid.” Alexa says at Alisha.

“I saw,” Alisha says barely discernable hand still covering her mouth with a crazy look on her face as she rocked back and forth on the bed.

“You saw…” Alexa says.

“I saw your brother,” Alisha says quickly as she uncovers her mouth then covers it up back again.

“You saw my brother… come on what the fuck?” Alexa said loudly.

“I saw his;” Alisha says with her hands partly covering her mouth.

Alexa grabs her hand and pulls it away from her mouth and then says “I can’t understand you.”

“You saw… his…” Alexa says shaking her head no since Alisha was not saying anything more but was pointing down to her own vagina.

“What did you say? What are you doing or; what are you pointing at.” Alexa says shaking her head.

Alisha is silent just snickering.

“So… you saw… his…” Alexa says really perturbed now as she looks down at Alisha’s vagina?

Then Alexa realizes what Alisha saw.

“Oh Fuck; you did not!” Alexa says as she starts whispering very quickly.

Alisha still had her hand over her mouth as she was nodding yes; up and down. Alexa was trying to get Alisha to stop moving so she put her hand out to hold her shoulder looking her directly in the eyes. Alexa was shaking her head no, but Alisha was shaking her head yes.

“It was huge;” Alisha finally gasped.

“Oh No, no it wasn’t.” Alexa said as she was thinking of the ramifications of seeing her brothers naked cock and the closeness all three women had to each other.

“Oh; come on now; huge?” Alexa said quietly.

“It was fucking huge, the plumb was sticking out the bottom of his underwear.” Alisha says in an excited tone.

“A plumb? What plumb? sticking out; of his…” Alexa said and stopped short and looked at Alisha, as she realized what Alisha was telling her and then the enormous size of her brother. She sat back up straight looking away from Alisha and looked at the door, she remembered seeing her brothers boxers from the back as he went out the door. Then she looked Alisha squarely in the eyes.

Alexa whispered as she gives Alisha the “Oh sure right glare”

“Are you fucking sure?” Alexa says and she starts shaking her head no.

“Yes I am fucking sure, you cannot mistake something that fuckin huge, it is impregnated… in my mind… forever!” Alisha exclaimed as she looked with purpose at Alexa.

“Shoosh; don’t let them hear you say that.” Alexa said quickly.

“Okay Okay,” Alisha said almost whispering.

“Fucking huge? Alexa whispered really quietly now with a perplexed look on her face.

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