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It was the end of summer and I was newly single, having broken up with a girl I had been seeing for a few months. I was working as a motorcycle courier, delivering packages from place to place around London. It was a simple but arduous job, negotiating my way through city traffic could be something close to hell on earth at times, but the money was good enough and the hours suited me.

It was a Friday and I was tired after a long week, by mid afternoon I was on my fifth delivery of the day. The pickup was simple, an envelope of documents to be taken across town from one law firm to another on the other side of the city. Within a few minutes I was on the road, heading across the city to the delivery point.

I arrived at the anonymous glass and steel office building, parked up and went inside. Sitting behind the reception desk was a strikingly pretty young blonde. She was dressed smartly and conservatively in a dark skirt suit. Her blond hair was held back by a hair grip and her beautiful blue cat-like eyes looked back at me from behind a pair of expensive and stylish spectacles.

“You’ll have to take that off,” she said, indicating my crash helmet, “its company policy.”

It noticed that her voice was soft and she was well spoken, not like the receptionists and office girls that I often have to deal with.

I dutifully removed the helmet and placed it onto the desk in front of me. A motorcycle crash helmet is no good for keeping your hair tidy and I hadn’t shaved that morning so I felt a bit of a mess. Immediately I noticed a flicker in her eyes as she looked at me. Her polite smile became something a little more personal and I could tell that there was something simmering beneath the cool exterior as she looked at me.

“Package for a Ms Davis” I announced, presenting the large envelope. There was a momentary pause as she continued to look at me.

“Oh, yes of course” she said, as if startled out of a daydream. “That’s me, and my name’s Veronica.”

“I’m Ryan. You’ll have to sign for this, Veronica.” I slid the form across the desk to her and watched her sign it then pass it back across the desk to me.

“That’s great.” I said, noticing that her eyes were lingering on me.

“Actually Ryan, could I ask a favour of you. There’s a package that needs to be sent back across town and, as you’re here, I wondered if you could see to it for me.”

The tone of her voice was laden with meaning that had nothing to do with what web tasarım she was actually saying, and her eyes were saying something else completely. Intrigued and slightly aroused, I went along with her suggestion.

“OK, I’ll see what I can do. Have you got the package ready?”

“It’s close by, follow me and I’ll take you to it.”

She stood up and walked across to an office area behind the desk. I followed, transfixed by her sweet pert arse and sexy shapely legs. She was a petite girl, which I have a real thing for, and everything about her was well proportioned and shown off to perfection by her outfit.

She led me back through the deserted office area. It looked like everyone except Veronica managed to get away early on a Friday afternoon. I followed her through the office area to a small, enclosed area that was used for breaks. The remnants of tea breaks were scattered around; a kettle and some mugs, a large box of biscuits – but nothing that I could see that looked like a package that needed delivery.

She stood close to me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“Ryan, I haven’t been laid in three months and I’m gagging for it.”

Her words sent a rush of excitement that coursed right through my body and down into my crotch, stirring my cock into life.

“What would you like me to do about that?” I asked softly, looking deep into her eyes and seeing the turmoil of lust and excitement there.

She spoke with a tremor in her voice, perhaps fearful of what she had said and what she was getting into.

“I-I-I want-” she started, but I cut her off, speaking slowly and deliberately.

“You want me to give you a damn good fucking right here and now, don’t you?”

She nodded in agreement and a wicked smile crept across her lips. I leaned forwards and kissed her sweet lips, tenderly at first then harder. I felt her respond to me, pulling me in closer and kissing me back just as hard as the passion rose within her. As we kissed, I eased her back against the table that was set in the middle of the break area.

“Get your knickers off.” I demanded.

Obediently she slid her hands beneath her skirt and, with a wiggle of her hips, pulled an expensive-looking pair of black knickers down her legs to her knees, letting them slide the rest of the way down to her feet then stepped out of them. She settled back on the small table and pulled up her skirt, allowing me to glimpse the soft pink flesh that nestled web tasarım ankara below the neatly trimmed coarse hair of her mound.

I unzipped my jacket and unbuckled the belt of my trousers. I eased my trousers and boxers down to my knees. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and she watched as I quickly stroked my already firm cock to its full rigid erection. I moved forwards, aiming myself at the soft glistening target between her splayed thighs. She pushed her hand against my chest.

“Wait.” She said sharply.

I assumed that she must be having second thoughts, perhaps it was all a joke that had gone wrong. I froze for a moment and searched for an answer in her eyes. She gave me a very knowing look and reached into the inside pocket of her jacket, producing a small carton of condoms. She shook the carton out into her hand, took one of the small foil packets and tore it open.

“Let me put this on you first.” she said, reaching down to my hard cock.

She pressed the pink latex against the head of my cock and quickly rolled it down my shaft, making sure that it was fitted properly. The feel of her delicate fingers as they slid down my hard cock was a sensual pleasure in itself. When it was properly on, she gave my now encased shaft a playful squeeze with her hand.

“Now we’re ready to get started.” She said with a wicked smile and settled back, spreading her legs a little wider than before.

I eased forward and guided myself inside her with my hand before taking a firm grip of her and began to thrust rhythmically from the hip. Her little pink pussy was silky smooth and glistening wet from her arousal, allowing me to slide easily in and out of her. Her response was immediate, she certainly hadn’t been joking about three months without sex. She gasped and struggled to stifle passionate moans almost from the first moment I began fucking her. It didn’t take long for me to start getting into it too, the heat built steadily throughout my body and forced me to sweat through my tee-shirt. I could already feel that the first beads of sweat were forming at my hairline and ran slowly down my forehead and cheek. I gripped her smooth thighs firmly with both hands and took her deeply, much to her delight.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered breathlessly over and over as I upped the tempo a little more.

My own rasping breath kept time with hers. As I pounded away, I looked down at her. Her eyes were shut and she had reached up behind her head with one hand. I could see her body surrendering as the sensations gradually overwhelmed her. The powerful scent from her scorching hot hole drifted upwards and filled my nostrils, urging me on to take her more vigorously.

She could stifle her passion no longer and her words dissolved into breathless gasps that filled the small room, matching the pace of my thrusts like the beat of a drum. I could already feel myself starting to get close and I was sure that she must have been getting there too.

“Oh, that’s it Ryan, make me come” she suddenly exclaimed.

Her words were like adrenaline rushing through me and urging me on to make the final rush to climax. I upped the pace of my thrusting once more and pushed a little deeper than before. I would not stop until we both came. Her cries went up an octave and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the table while I began the relentless drive to orgasm.

I felt myself getting closer and closer until finally I groaned loudly and felt the orgasmic rush releasing the knot of tension within me as I exploded inside her. In the same instant, three months of pent up sexual torment within Veronica’s body was unleashed in a powerful juddering orgasm that left her flushed and gasping. I stood at the edge of the desk, weakened by my powerful orgasm and feeling the glow in my body slowly fading. After a few moments, I became aware of warm wetness in my crotch and glanced down to see clear glistening droplets splashed over both of our crotches, my God, she had squirted when she came and I hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh shit, I’ve made such a mess.” She said, suddenly embarrassed and hurriedly reaching for a roll of paper towel nearby. Sensing her vulnerability, I quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“My God, that was amazing,” I said, “and so are you.”

A little smile momentarily crept across her flushed face and I hoped that she felt a little less embarrassed. We spent a few moments cleaning up the desk, and ourselves until all signs of our little rendezvous were gone.

“Here, you can have these as a souvenir” she said, stuffing the soft tangle of her knickers into my jacket pocket.

“I feel so used,” I said jokingly and patted her firm arse, “but I still want your number.”

She stopped for a moment, turned and smiled at me, pulling her mobile from her pocket. I quickly retrieved my own phone from inside my jacket and we traded numbers. Within minutes I was outside again and on my way back to the dispatch office, hardly believing what had just happened and wondering if I should share my encounter with Veronica with any of the lads at work.

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The water slid down my body when I heard the phone ring. I had just finished washing my hair, which was long for a male, and was about to use the body wash liquid. Knowing that phone calls could happen, I had taken the phone into the bathroom and sat it on the counter that held the bathroom faucet.

I turned the water off and pushed the shower curtain aside. Grabbing a towel, I dried my hand before picking up the phone and checking the caller ID. I smiled at the name the phone’s LCD screen gave me before answering the call.

“Hello,” I said with a hint that I was already in on a little joke no one else was privy to.

“What are you doing?” was expected and was the exact phrase that was asked of me. Crystal, one of my oldest friends and former flames, had been using that for as long as I could remember when she would call me on the phone.

“Well, I could tell you…” I relayed with my voice trailing off suggestively. “But I am not sure that would be very gentlemanly of me.”

She laughed for a brief second. “Let me guess, Thomas. Are you watching some porn? Someone slamming their engorged dick into some big breasted blonde?” She always did have a way with words.

“Negative ghost rider, the pattern is full,” I replied, quoting the Tom Cruise flick _Top Gun_. Keeping with the movie reference, I next cited _Die Hard_. “Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy where the scores can really change?”

She humored me with a laugh. “No, I’m done guessing. What are you really doing?”

“Well,” I began, gathering my words. “I’m standing naked, water dripping off my body in a steam-filled room.”

“Oh, getting all clean, darling?”

Crystal and I could definitely flirt. Always has been a part of our banter and as much as I cared about her and she cared about me, we could easily shift into horny kids trying to get a rise out of the other, if you pardon the pun.

“I can get clean, or you can dirty me up.”

She laughed mischievously. “Can I really? However would I do that?”

I briefly slid my hand over the head of my cock. “I am sure you can think something up.”

“Think something up or get something up?” She was relentless in her flirtatious banter as she giggled to herself. “So, you really are standing there as naked as you can possibly be, huh?”

I looked down; taking notice at how my cock had grew slightly as I listened to her voice, which could be quite sexy when she wanted it to go that way. She definitely was also a wordsmith and I wondered just where she was going to go with this conversation.

Clearing my throat, I gave her an answer. “I am definitely quite nude at the current time. So state your business.”

For a moment, she paused as I heard her on the other line rustling around. She seemed to be letting her dogs out and as soon as the door closed, her voice was low and sultry. “My business could be getting that dick of yours to get all hard as you stroke it up and down thinking of me; thinking of my tits; thinking of my wet pussy. Mmmmm…”

Immediately, my shaft jolted for attention as her dirty talk brought whatever thoughts I had of a fun little flirty conversation to an end and in its place, thoughts of fucking this sexy girl.

In my mind, I remembered a photo she had sent me a few days before. She was sitting on a seat or lying on a bed; that part was not important. What was important was the look she had on her face. Her intoxicating blue eyes stared back at me as if she was almost watching me. The night she sent the image, she got me going online with her chatting and I had to exercise some personal release. Watching her seemingly watch me turned me on to what seemed like an unending degree.

Her eyes were not all, though. She wore no shirt and simply a white bra that seemed to be battling against a flood of her large breasts to keep them inside. Many a night I had thought about those tits, or as she called them once, her “pretty boobs.” It was only the top of her cleavage, but compared to many girls I knew, the top of her breasts were more than they could even hope to have. Back in high school, I had taken the opportunity to many times cop a feel, but a caress, a tweak, a suck had not been in the cards.

I felt her comment deserved a response. “I think business could be good then. Just hearing you say those things has my cock rising up. But is that pussy really wet, because if it’s not, your comment seems like false advertising.”

She did her giggle that succeeded in what it typically does – drive me crazy. “Should I check? I wouldn’t want to be a liar.”

“I think checking would be a very excellent idea,” I replied hastily, a need so prevalent in every syllable. “Can’t be too sure about anything in this topsy-turvy world.”

It was almost inaudible, but she let out a brief moan that coaxed me to run my thumb over my uncircumcised cock.

“Good news, Tommy,” she replied almost cheerfully as if she had just got a great job. “My pussy is quite wet after all.” Once again, her giggle came through the receiver.

“That pendik escort is good news,” I replied, sliding the skin of cock back and forth. “Makes me think about how delicious it would taste right now to be between your legs, your clit like a magnet, drawing my tongue near it.”

“Mmmm, I love it when you talk, baby.”

I smiled as if she could see it. “I wonder if your body would shiver at all once you felt my breath on your pussy. I think it would.”

“Another thing for us to check?”

“I do love the way you think, Crystal.” On my end, I could only imagine her spread eagle in front of me, her legs opening slowly as if to invite me to come in. She had told me in the past that she liked to try out designs as opposed to the usual shave or trim; and with St. Patrick’s Day on the horizon, her pussy was not just tasty, but lucky with a design of a four-leaf clover.

Her juices were nearly dripping off of her as I thought of how she would look before my tongue would sneak out. God, she could drive a gay man to give girls a chance.

“The thing is, Crystal, I would want you to shiver when you felt my breath and to shiver again after the initial lick over your clit. Not enough to provide you nearly enough satisfaction. Instead, babe, your pussy would rise up as if to persuade another lick or better yet, maybe this time my tongue and my warm mouth would stay and provide you with more than enough fun.”

I began to stroke my cock from its semi-hard state to complete hard-on while she spoke up. Her voice showed a noticeable lack of controlled breathing. “God, you’re making me wetter. I can almost feel you between my legs. Pushing myself up to a near-sitting position, I could watch over you as you drove me closer to orgasm. I am surprised, though, you went to straight to my pussy without stopping at my tits.”

Growling at her, I replied, “All in due time, dear.”

“Fuck, you’ve got me touching myself,” she said as if she was informing both of us. “My pussy muscles are clenching so much, baby.”

“Well, my cock is yet again harder than a rock because of you. Damn, Crystal, you seemed to be so good at that.”

“Mmmm…now I am imagining how you taste,” she said absentmindedly.

And now she had me thinking about it. She had told me on many occasions that she loved to suck cock and give lengthy blowjobs, coaxing luckier men than me to an orgasm. Her lips really seemed like that they would do some crazy things so I did not want to forget about them, but they also hid a tongue that I had fantasized many times about. Feeling it slither over the bottom of my sensitive cock, her tongue ring driving me to levels of sensations I could only imagine.

There is nothing quite like a person who gets so much enjoyment out of providing pleasure, so much that you get pleasure in return. Sadly, too few of the girls I had dated felt the same way, though they rather enjoyed getting their pussies licked and their clit sucked. They just did not understand the pleasure in having so much power over someone with the manipulations only your mouth can provide on the most sensitive parts of their body.

“We will get there, do not worry.”

“So you were licking my moist pussy?”

I growled a response before continuing. “Yes, that is right. I would be between those legs, smelling you, tasting you, feeling you squirm. A finger wiggles its way inside of you, though that clearly is not enough.”

“Your cock would be enough,” she interrupted.

I rubbed my balls as I imagined the sounds my cock sliding into her pussy would make. “You get me so sidetracked,” I told her. “My cock will find its way into your folds, but not before I get a good taste. You remember telling me how you always liked my lips? Well, they would suck your clit into my mouth, my tongue throwing more sensations at you. All the while, a second finger would join its friend inside of you.”

She moaned, causing me to halt my speech again, but also causing me to remember to jack my cock slower. When I would play with her online, I could not jack off and type at the same time, causing things to be prolonged. I did not want to put myself over the edge. She may have not known, but I didn’t want to cum unless I knew she was as well.

“Let me hear your pussy baby…for a few seconds. Let me hear how wet you are,” I said in a low voice, almost surprised at myself for saying such a thing to her.

But I could hear the phone move and then, I could hear the familiar sounds of a juicy hole, being played with and manipulated by its owner. My fetish for sounds continued to play with my brain. I barely heard another moan from Crystal followed by, “Yeah, baby…”

Within a millisecond, the phone was back at her mouth where I’m sure my cock would find a welcome host. “Like that?” she asked.

“Very much. That’s a very wet pussy you got there, Crystal. And a tasty dish to have, I’m sure. Sliding my tongue around your clit while looking up, I catch your eyes looking back at me. That is…until my fingers start to piston in and escort pendik out of you, my tongue probing your most sensitive parts as I push and push you to orgasm, Crystal. Sliding my other hand up your body with only the fingertips brushing against your skin; causing your body to shiver and you marvel at how hot your body can be even though your skin is in goose bumps. I taste your liquid essence, hearing you coo, sigh, gasp, and oh yeah…moan so loudly.”

“God, Tommy, you want to make me cum, don’t you?” she asked jokingly, knowing the answer.

“No,” I replied simply.

She took a moment before responding with surprise, “You don’t?”

My voice remained the same as I repeated my negative answer before adding, “I don’t want to just make you cum, Crystal. I want you to cum over and over again. I want you to wiggle and squirm before loudly moaning or maybe even screaming. Then, I want to hold on for the ride before getting the engine going again, tasting your cum for me. So, no, just cumming for me is not nearly enough.”

“Baby, I agree and if you keep talking like that, you may get the first one out of the way,” she said with desire in her voice.

I continued to slowly stroke my cock, incredibly turned on by her little moans and inconsistent breathing. Thinking of her masturbating on the other side of the line would make it so easy to cum. Hearing it make it ten times easier. But I held back, no matter how much release I wanted.

Pre-cum bubbled to the tip of my cock as my thumb rubbed it over my head for added lubrication.

“Crystal, I really want you to sit still for a second,” I told her.

She whined before sighing. “Okay, my pussy needs to be played with so you better have a good reason to make me pause.”

“I do, baby. I want you to sit with your hands at your sides and your eyes closed. You doing that?” She hummed an affirmative. “Okay, good. I want you to imagine you’re sitting on the bed, completely nude. If you’re not already, you should take off any clothes.” Pausing, I heard her shift around to take off whatever clothing she still had on. Once I heard her stop, I continued, “You’re sitting in this dark room alone, waiting with anticipation for me. You hear the door open and there I stand, clothed and looking at you with a smile that says how happy I am to have you this way and how many dirty thoughts are going through my head. Can you see me?”

“Yes…baby,” she replied as if she had to find the oxygen just to put those two words together in a response.

“I start to take off my shirt, watching you the whole time. Your nipples hard and wanting desperately for me to come to the bed and suck on them while my cock pushes its way inside you.”

“Fuck baby, I’m so wet,” she whispered, interrupting me in the best way.

“So I see, Crystal,” I pushed my cock up and down without my hands as I rubbed my balls. “After I discard my shirt, I slowly unbutton and unzip my pants, pushing them to the floor. You see me in my boxers and almost unknowingly to even you, I catch you licking your lips as you stare at my bulge, wanting it to get closer and closer.” I knew the anticipation was killing her so I threw her a bone. “Start touching yourself for me. I want to hear you.”

“Mmmmm…fuck me, Tommy.”

“I grin again at hearing you say that.” The comment was justified in the fantasy and in real life. I could hear her fuck her pussy on the other end and her moans caused me to stroke harder and harder. “I slowly walk to you, still in my boxers. Finally, I get to the side of the bed and stare at you, starting from your feet.

“My eyes travel up your legs, giving equal time to your calves as I do your knees, knowing how every inch of you has not been conquered by me and this time, I would get my dream come true,” I stopped for a second, gathering my thoughts. “Looking at your damp pussy, I marvel at how wet you are as you play with yourself. Now I lick my lips.”

“God, I need your cock,” she said, her voice barely even a whisper as she toyed with her clit. “I want you here. I can see you so clearly, standing next to the bed, staring down at me. I can see your face light up at seeing me so hot and wet, fucking myself with my fingers. My pussy is all ready for you, baby.”

“Not yet, Crystal,” I said, causing a small whine. “First, I continue up from your legs and your pussy, up your body to you quivering stomach…over your massive tits which I can’t help myself put to reach down and tweak a nipple…and slide my hand up your body to your neck and to your face, pushing the hair away from your eyes.”

She moaned and seemed to pick up the pace. She sounded like she was getting closer and closer so I incorporated what I badly wanted to tell her into the fantasy.

“I lean down and kiss you, our lips brushing against each other. First, softly, but then, with more passion. You moan into my mouth as you continue to touch that pussy. I break the kiss and kiss you on the cheek, getting closer and closer to your ear, which I lick at. Softly, I whisper into your pendik escort bayan ear.

“Cum for me, Crystal. I want to hear you cum, get that pussy all creamy and ready for my cock. I want to watch you bridge off the bed, reacting to your fingers as if they were mine. Cum, baby.”

She finally could not take it anymore and yelled, almost hurting my ear. My name left her lips and tongue with such unrivaled passion and it amazed me that we were just minutes away from each other and could be doing this in person, but instead were on the phone.

Her orgasm was long and hard and with every moan, yell, or grunt, my dick seemed to spurt out little drops of precum. Hearing her cum forced me to hold onto my cock and squeeze it just to make sure I didn’t cum yet.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes, her breathing finally returned to normal and I could continue.

“‘God, that was so hot,’ I say to you, baby. Now, take off my boxers and get my cock wet and ready to fuck that pussy to another orgasm.”

She took a moment as if to make sure I wanted her to take the lead. While this was my directed fantasy, I felt she should take this part. I would take the next, our ultimate fucking.

“Mmm, baby, I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” she said finally. I wasn’t sure if she meant cum or suck me off, but I was happy either way. “I would reach over and feel your dick through your boxers first, feeling how hard you are, though you’re not completely hard yet so I have something to work up. Got me remembering how it looks in pics.”

My cock is not massive, but big enough. At least, from the girls that have seen or tasted it, there have been zero complaints. Sending Crystal those pics and hearing how she liked them drove me crazy. I am such a little exhibitionist.

“Then, after feeling you for a time, I would push the boxers down slowly, seeing your cock bounce as it came free. God, my mouth is watering right now. Seeing the precum and everything, I would just have to take it into my mouth right away, tasting you finally and suckling you as my hand pulled your cock closer to me by putting pressure on your ass.”

It is very hard to prolong cumming when a girl is talking about this to you and you can picture it so well.

“You’re ready to fuck me, but I am not ready to let you go. You put your hands on my head as you start to fuck my mouth. I can feel your balls slap against my chin when I take you deep,” she paused and I could hear that she was touching her pussy again. “I slide my tongue all over your cock. When it’s just the head in my mouth, I swirl my tongue across the spongy head lazily, getting a moan out of you.”

She added the last part as she heard me moan at the image she implanted in my head. My cock was nearly to the bursting point so I squeeze it a little to hold off, but it would only be temporary. However, she clearly was not done.

“My hands go up and down your thighs as I swallow your shaft into my mouth, feeling you strain against me. Looking up, I catch your head falling back in ecstasy before you finally look back down and see my bright eyes looking up at you. Mmmm, lordy, thinking of sucking you off has gotten my pussy wetter than ever.

“Suddenly, I get an idea, knowing this may be the only time we get to do this and knowing you love my tits, I pop your cock out of my mouth and push it between my pretty boobs. Your cock is so wet from my blowjob and your precum that it slides between them so easily.”

She really knew how to get at me. Thinking of my cock disappearing into her titflesh was a fantasy I wanted to live one day. Of course, any fantasy about Crystal is one I would give my left arm to live out.

“Can’t you see it? Sliding up and down my tits like a hot wet pussy, but trust me, as good as this might feel, my pussy will be warmer and wetter.

I had to stop her and start the conclusion of this. “Then, let me have your pussy.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” she said almost gleefully.

“I wish I could say I would last forever fucking you, but too much foreplay sometimes can be a problem,” I added truthfully.

She chuckled. “That’s okay, Tommy. I want it hard and fast and I desperately want you to cum.”

“You’ll get it, beautiful. Spreading your legs wide, you would wrap your hand around my slick cock and lead it into your pussy, but I would take it from there. You can feel my thick dick stretching your vagina. Driving deep into you slowly to allow your pussy to get used to my cock, I keep pushing until I feel my balls settle against your ass. I look down to capture the mental snapshot of my dick finally finding its rightful home before starting to go up and down, your ass humping upwards to meet my downward strokes, coaxing me to go deep.”

Hearing her allowed me to close my eyes and almost feel like I was fucking her, hearing her pussy squish around my prick, sucking it into her pussy.

“You wrap your legs around me, adding more pressure for me to fuck you hard, a responsibility I take on. Feeling your pussy throb, I begin to move faster, my cock like a piston. The shaft, slick with your juices, easily flows fluidly back and forth. I want to feel you buck beneath me. Make a sexy circular motion with your pelvis. Baby, you have me so horny.”

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Quint rode the fence line in the brush. It had been a quiet morning aside from an occasional rabbit, covey of quail, or a stray calf. He had time to think about his time in Afghanistan with constant fear of death, the plight of the poverty stricken farmers, the treachery of the Taliban, and how it different it was from the relative peace and quiet of the Texas prairie. He took the job as a wrangler in an attempt to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

In the distance, he heard the distinct sound of a helicopter. It was used in conjunction with a few cow hands to move large herds of cattle from one pasture to another. He watched the chopper sweeping close to the ground to change the direction of the thousand or so of black Angus, and wondered if the pilot knew what he was missing: the sounds of bawling calves, of tramping feet, or the smell of sweating animals, or their waste product, or the feeling of legs hugging a horse, and the thrill of commanding an intelligent and efficient animal.

The chopper veered sharply in his direction. It was bucking up and down as though it was an unbroken pony and dropping lower and lower to the ground. The rotor slowed and the vehicle rapidly descended until it disappeared from view. He heard the sound of a crash. He wheeled Nell and at a full gallop headed toward the downed chopper. His dreaded cell phone leaped into his hand, he pushed the emergency button and said, “Chopper down in the northwest section of pasture eleven, send help ASAP.”

Riding over a hillock, he saw the crumbled remains of the helicopter, smoke wafted to the northeast. He hit the ground running, not knowing if there might be an explosion or a fire. It reminded him of a similar situation during his tour, but his only thought was of the person or persons in the vehicle. The cab was intact but badly twisted and bent with no glass remaining. There were two passengers, both buckled in their seats.

He ran to the cab, reached through an opening searching for the pulse in the pilot’s neck. There was no pulse. Hurrying to the far side he saw a red headed female. She was alive. He cut her safety harness away and carried her to where Nell was standing. Removing his bedroll he laid it and the girl on the ground. She was bleeding from two places on her head. From his first aid kit, he placed a large gauze pad on her head and wrapped it with a bandage. The flow of blood was stemmed but she remained unconscious. She probably had a concussion and was in shock. He checked to see if there were any broken bones and didn’t find any.

He yelled into his cell phone again, “Helicopter down in pasture eleven, northeast section. The pilot is dead but the female passenger is alive but in need of medical care.” There was no response. He took her pulse, and sat beside her rubbing her arms and repeating in his deep base voice, “You’re going to be all right little lady, you’re going to be all right.”

About five minutes later three horses broke through the underbrush. One went to the chopper and two to where Quint and the girl lay. He recognized Zeb, the foreman and Putt, a wrangler like himself, but the oldest of the three he didn’t recognize.

“Is she okay?” The older man asked.

“She’s alive, has a steady pulse, has several cuts in her head, and probably has suffered a concussion and is in shock.”

The man dropped to his knees took the still form into his arms kissing her and saying, “Julie, Julie, Julie,” tears flooded his eyes and streamed down his dirty face.

Quint was congratulated by the Zeb and Putt. “We’re glad you were here so fast, who knows you may have saved her life.”

In the distance, the sound of another helicopter could be heard.

The man at the girl’s side jumped up and said, “Pick her up so she’ll be ready to be put in the chopper.”

“Mr. Bauknight, that’s not a good idea. She may need to be strapped to a stretcher, have a neck brace applied, or have a blood transfusion before she can be moved.”

“Oh God, your right I’m not thinking straight. Thank you for keeping a scared father from causing even more harm. Thanks for being here and using you first aid skills. I’m sorry we haven’t met. I’m Tony Bauknight and you’re…”

“Jones, Quint Jones. I’m pleased to meet you Mr. Bauknight, although not under these circumstances.”

“Did you see it crash?”

“I saw it dropping but it went down below my horizon. I got here a couple of minutes after it crashed.”

The men moved out of the way as the dust from the landing copter swirled around them. Two medics raced to the victim as soon as the aircraft set down. They took her vital signs and checked for broken bones and bruises. Carefully, they removed the bandage Quint applied and replaced it with another.

“Who put this bandage on?” The taller of the two medics asked.

“I did.” Quint stepped forward.

“You did a great job of stopping the bleeding. Mr. Bauknight, Julie’s vital signs are almost normal, she has no broken bones we can determine, but she has a large web tasarım number of bruises and contusions. She more than likely has a concussion. We won’t know how bad it is until she wakes up.”

“Damn! Thanks for your quick arrival. Let’s get her to the hospital. I’m going to ride along,” Mr. Bauknight said.

She was placed on a stretcher and Quint, two medics, and Putt carried her to the back of the chopper. As soon as she was safely strapped in the pilot took off with a roar and a swirl of dust. The plane disappeared in the distance.

* * *

Julie began mumbling after being admitted to the Brownsville hospital. A private nurse in a crisp white uniform and her father sat at her side. She kept repeating the same phrase over and over. Late that night her mumbling became more clear, “blah blah all right blah blah little lady”

“Do you think she’s dreaming?” Tony asked the nurse.

“I don’t know. It could be anything,” she responded while surveying the instruments. “Oh my God, her blood pressure’s dropping,” she said pushing an emergency button. “Mr. Bauknight, I’ll have to ask you to leave. A doctor will be here shortly.”

Tony sat with his head between his hands in the crowded waiting room. All he could envision was his youngest daughter laying unconscious in a hospital bed. She was the last to leave the nest and while he didn’t try to show favorites it was obvious to everyone she was. Her mother had been his third wife, who died in an automobile accident in a car with another man, but they produced a beautiful, redhead, who was intelligent, athletic, and stubborn. He loved her attitude even though she went up in the helicopter against his wishes. That may have been the worst mistake of my life, he thought.

“Mr. Bauknight, she’s going to be okay. I medicated her and her vitals are back to normal. She’s still unconscious but her mumbling is becoming clearer. You can go back in now and see if you can figure out what she’s saying. By the way I’m doctor Quan.”

“Thank you Dr. Quan, thank you very much,” he said returning to his daughter’s room.

“Going…to …be …all right… little lady …you’re …”

Do you know what it means?” the nurse asked.

“It sounds as though she repeating something someone told her. It must have been a male because she keeps saying ‘little lady.'”

The nurse left and he dozed. The next thing he heard was “Daddy, daddy what happened? Why are you here? Where am I? “

“Julie, darling you’re awake. I thought I might lose you.”

“What happened? All I remember was the chopper turning the cattle. It was beautiful watching how Chad had that large herd heading in the right direction. I don’t remember anything after that except someone rubbing my arms and a deep confident and reassuring voice kept saying, ‘You’re going to be all right little lady, you’re going to be all right.’ Who was it that was with me?”

“Can you describe the voice?”

“I’ll never forget that deep resonating voice and he had calloused hands that rubbed me softly.”

“That was Quint Jones; he was the first one to reach the accident. He pulled you out of the cab of the copter and bandaged your head.”

“Can I see him? I want to thank him for saving my life.”

Of course, I’ll bring him by tomorrow.

“What happened to the pilot, Chad?”

“Chad was killed. You were unconscious.”

“I’m sorry about Chad? Did he suffer?”

“No, he probably died instantly. Why were you repeating that phrase?”

“I must have been dreaming. All I remember is those words, the deep voice, the comfort I felt from his statement, and his rubbing my arms. I won’t ever forget that voice.” Julie sat up for the first time. “I’m hungry.”

* * *

Tony Bauknight drove Quint to the hospital. On the way he filled him in on her background. How he allowed her stubbornness to overcome his better judgment and he let her go with Chad in the helicopter. Quint told Tony about his love of being a wrangler, of his tour in Afghanistan, and of his need to make a decision about a career.

“After Julie’s back on her feet let’s you and me have a conversation about your future with my outfit.”

“I’d like to stay in ranching and your outfit is a good one.”

The huge hospital consisted of white concrete and glass that shown like crystal in the south Texas sun. Tony went into the room first to check to see if she was up to a visitor. Tony ushered him in, “Julie this is Quint Jones. Quint this is my daughter Julie.” He indicated with a wave of his hand.

They were both smiling as she extended her hand. “Pleased you meet you,” they said simultaneously. They held each other’s hand.

Julie shuddered as the sound of his deep voice and the soft touch of his rough hand.

Quint stared at her beautiful face and felt her strong grip and warmth.

“Julie began mumbling soon after she arrived at the hospital. At first we couldn’t understand what she was saying, but as she got better we picked up on individual words. However, we web tasarım ankara didn’t know until she woke that she was repeating what you said to her while you waited for help to arrive,” Tony said.

“I could feel your hands rubbing my arms and could hear your resonating voice saying ‘You’re going to be all right, little lady. You’re going to be all right.’ I felt and heard you until I woke up, and your hand and voice do not do you justice.”

“Thank you Ms. Bauknigh.”

“Please don’t be formal, call me Julie.”

“Okay Julie, I just happened to be at the right place at the right time to pull you from the wreckage. I didn’t do anything special.”

“Oh yes, you did. Your touch and words are what kept me going as I lay unconscious. You’re my savior. What can I do to repay you?”

“I don’t need to be repaid; just seeing that you’re all right is payment enough.”

“Now daddy doesn’t he sound a little too modest. Would a pay raise or promotion be out of the question?”

“Quint and I have already talked a little about his future, but your suggestion is not out of line.”

The door opened and a tall, handsome, blonde man hurried into the room.

“Julie, I came as soon as I heard.” He kissed her on the lips.

She blushed at the kiss and stuttered, “Da…Dax I… wa…want you to meet the man who saved me from the crash, Quint Jones. Quint this is Dax Brison, my boyfriend.

Dax was about two inches taller than Quint, he was fair while Quint was dark, and they were about the same weight, 175-200 pounds. The visitor handed Quint a limp hand shake and they exchanged greetings.

“Hello Mr. Bauknight, nice to see you again. Is anyone going to tell me what happened,” he asked looking at Julie.

“I’ll be leaving, you two have a lot to catch up on,” Quint said, moving toward the door.

“Julie, I believe I’ll go too,” Tony said giving her a kiss on the cheek. “There’s always work to do. I’ll be seeing you later Dax,” he said shaking his hand.

Dax turned to Julie not speaking to Quint.

Quint took a quick look at an obviously upset Julie as he and Tony stepped from the room.

“I apologize for the interruption Quint. I wanted you and Julie to get to know each other better. This is between you and me. I don’t like Dax and don’t understand why she does. He’s an arrogant playboy who’s looking for an easy pay day.

“I wasn’t impressed with his hand shake, but he is handsome. Looks can turn lots of female heads.”

“Let’s not talk about them. What kind of experience do you have?”

“I was raised on my father’s ranch, went to college at UT and earned a BA in business administration while serving in the ROTC. Right out of college I went to Fort Benning in Georgia and from there to Afghanistan.”

“A young man with your ability, even if you love being in the field, you ought to be building a career in some ones business.”

“I’ve come to that conclusion too, but I haven’t begun to look yet.”

“When you make a decision come and see me, there may be a place in my office.”

“Thanks Mr. Bauknight, I’ll remember that.”

“I saw you looking at Julie.” He smiled. “You have my permission to see her if you’re as interested as I think you are. I want someone to save her from Dax.”

* * *

It was Friday, Quint walked to the bunkhouse as his cell phone rang.

“Quint this is Julie, put on your best pair of jeans, a cowboy shirt, and comfortable boots. I’ll come by about eight. We’re going line dancing.” She hung up.

It had been a tough day and he was tired. By the time he’d showered, dressed, ate dinner, and thinking about Julie he was refreshed and ready to go. It’d been almost a week since they’d met. She was exactly the type of woman he was attracted too; gorgeous, about five feet six inches tall, long red hair, nicely built, intelligent with a fiery personality.

He waited anxiously on the porch of the bunkhouse when a Jeep Cherokee came roaring down the road and made a screeching halt in front of him.

A door swung open, “Jump in we’re late.”

He climbed into the bucket seat to find himself being kissed. “What was that for?”

“For saving me, for being ready, on time, and because I wanted too.” She put the jeep in gear and tore off down the road.

She was wearing jeans, a tight cowgirl shirt with the top four buttons undone, and an expensive pair of alligator boots. “Do you like to line dance?”

“It’s been a while but dancing with you will be a pleasure.”

“You should be a diplomat rather than a cowpoke. It’s obvious your educated why are you riding fence line and saving women from disaster?”

“I grew up on a small ranch and always loved being around the animals and did some rodeo riding while in college but wasn’t much good at the rough stuff.”

“If you have a college degree why are you working for my father?”

“To get to know his daughter,” he said patting her on the leg and laughing.

The dance ended at midnight and they had danced almost every line except for a couple of breaks to have a beer. They were both wet from the heat and dancing, and went for a walk.

“You’re a good dancer and I like you a lot.”

“As much as Dax?”

“Did you have to bring him up?”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“Not for long. I’m going to break up with him,” she said taking his hand. I’ve been dreaming of you ever since you came to the hospital.”

“What kind of dreams?”

“You’re not supposed to ask a lady that kind of question.”

“Are you a lady?” He asked taking her in his arms and kissing her.

She kissed back and then said, “Would you like to make love with me?

“I haven’t thought about anything else since I saw you in the hospital.”

She kissed him, took his hand and said, “Come with me.”

* * *

She drove rapidly down a paved two lane highway, turned off onto a rutted dirt road hardly fit for a cow, and stopped in front of a clapboard shack. It looked like something out of an old western.

He followed her. A single light flashed on. The single room was dusty, contained a rough wooden table, and a canvas cot. She was standing facing him with her arms wide open, “Say something, anything.”

“Why are we talking when we should be getting undressed?”

“The sound of your voice sends electricity up and down my spine, and your words are a mirror reflection of my own.”

“What have you been thinking?” He took her into his arms kissing her passionately. His tongue pushed between her lips and explored her mouth.

She responded in the same way, holding him by the cheeks of his ass.

They separated and simultaneously said “Wow!” They grabbed each other’s jeans.

“Boots,” he said sitting on the floor pulling them off.

Boots and clothes came off like rain off a roof.

She fell to his erection. He groaned as she worshiped the bulbous head, and stroked the entire length of his cock. Helpless, he lay there as she had her way with him. Groaning and moaning he writhed under her relentless efforts and finally had to grab her ponytail to pull her away.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Too bad, I don’t want to waste a load in your mouth.”

“It won’t go to waste.”

“I know.” He laid her on the cot, pushed her legs apart, and dropped his face to her pussy. Wet from perspiration her pubic hair was soaked but she smelled like a woman with a need. His tongue added to her wetness, ran circles around her labia lips, and then up and down her slit.

She moaned, “Ooooah!”

Her smell, her taste, her feel, her sound motivated him. He slipped one and then two fingers into her opening. His other hand pulled her lips apart, uncovered her hooded clit, and he flicked his tongue over it.

She moaned louder, “Aaaaaugh!”

His fingers probed as deep as he could while searching for her G-spot. At the same time, his tongue gently massaged her love button.

Her hands held his head in place and she writhed under him.

Increasing the pressure on her clit he moved his head up and down and from side to side. She had a smell and taste all her own, it was wonderful. He looked up. She looked at him threw her head back, roiling it from side to side, and clutching her breasts.

He buried his head deeper into her and his tongue became a rasp trying to erase her clit.

She screamed “Stop, stop, stop! I can’t take anymore. I want you in me.”

His cock slid deep into her before she could calm down. He heard her intake of breath, and her pussy muscles tighten around him. With her legs spread wide and pulled high he pummeled her like a Longhorn steer.

“God damn, you’re tight,” he said withdrawing his cock to its globular tip and tickled the entrance of her pussy. She squirmed under him to his delight, and he slipped back into her and rooted the end of his dick against the bottom of her tunnel. He pressed as hard as he could into her. He felt her body tremble just before she climaxed screaming, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Pushing her legs back to her head, he slid in and out of her pussy with slow strokes. After a long time the feeling he expected grew. He increased his speed until with one last plunge he jettisoned his pent up passion and desire into her with spasm after spasm of fluid, and a loud groan.

* * *

After a month of regular love making, Julie met Quint after breakfast between the bunkhouse and the horse barn. “Dax has asked me to marry him.”

“I thought you were breaking up with him?

“I was but I didn’t. Does that concern you?”

“Yes, because I thought you and I had something special going on, but it seems you’ve been fucking both of us at the same time.”

“I haven’t been fucking him.”

He laughed.

“Don’t you laugh at me?” Her face turned red and she balled her fists.

“Then don’t lie to me.” His voice rose.

“I wasn’t lying to you!”

“Now let me get this straight. You’re twenty-four or twenty-five years old and you’ve been seeing Dax for how many years and haven’t had sex with him.”

“I didn’t say that.” She stared fearlessly into his eyes.

“What did you say?” He raised his arms with his palms up.

“I said I haven’t been intimate with him since you and me…”

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It had been 3 weeks since Mick and his wife had fulfilled one of his fantasies. She had set up a meeting for him to be fucked by someone else, in that case a man. He admitted that it had been an exciting and VERY pleasurable time.

Since that meeting he had been a living hard-on, he would be all over his wife as soon as he came home, fucking her 2,3 sometimes 4 times a night, and considering that he was never a 3 time a day man before, even when a teen, he could hardly believe what had happened to him. The sexual awakening that meeting had caused in him had been literally life altering. When before he didn’t care if he had sex or not, now he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it all day.

His dreams were filled with erotic images and actions, some he had seen in porn but others only his now over excited imagination came up with. He would fantasize about taking his wife while another woman joined in, usually some famous actress or model, sometimes the other was one of the women that worked in his office. Other times he imagined a second man joining in, how he’d watch his wife get fucked by some stranger, how he’d join in and both he and the stranger would fill his wife over and over again.

And still others he’d imagine himself being fucked by some stranger, getting his ass fucked over and over till he came or having more than one stranger there, sometimes a group, all surrounding him as they stroked their hard cocks and then taking him one after the other.

Yes his fantasy life had been turned on, just like his regular life had taken a beautiful turn for the better. His wife was happier, tire escort HE was definitely happier and things were just MORE that they had ever been.

Mick came home and found a note on the door from his wife, it told him to go to the bedroom, get naked and be ready for another surprise. He hurried into the bedroom, stripped off his clothes and jumped into bed. His dick was like stone just thinking about what his wife had in store for him. As he waited he started to jack, long and slow strokes that had him leaking pre-cum in want of more friction.

His wife came into the room from the bathroom. She was naked except for the harness she wore and the large dildo sticking out in front of her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His wife, the woman whom he thought he knew so well had now surprised him twice. First by setting up the earlier meeting and now by not only buying a dildo but buying one that she wanted to use on him.

He loved looking at her nude body, for the longest time she would only take her clothes off while in bed or with the lights off or when he wasn’t in the room, too self-conscious at no longer being the 18 year old she once was. But that didn’t matter to him, SHE mattered and seeing her standing there comfortable and confident both in and with herself made his breath catch and pulse quicken.

After watching her walk toward the bed with the huge dildo thrust obscenely before her he shot his load all over his chest. They laughed together at his obvious over excitement of the situation. She came and leaned over, started licking the cum off of his chest escort tire and stomach moving her way down to his dick and finishing it off by sucking each of his fingers.

He pulled her down on to the bed with him, kissing her deeply, the kind of kiss they use to share back when they were dating and newly married. He didn’t realize how much he missed kissing her like this. He didn’t realize how much he had missed her.

She broke the kiss, whispering to him to roll over onto his stomach. He did, he felt her straddle his back, got goose flesh where he felt the length of the dildo pressed against him. She worked her way down his body, paying extra attention to his ass cheeks. The feel of her hands caused him to get hard, he loved how sexy she made him fell.

He knew he wasn’t a model but with her he felt as if he were the most desireable person in the world. That was her greatest gift to him; that feeling she created in him, that feeling of being wanted. He was grinding his cock into the bed, the feel of the cool sheets was heaven against his dick as she kissed and licked his ass. He then felt her spread the lube on his hole, pushing first one finger then a second into him, slowly sliding them in and out.

She slid her fingers into him faster and then harder, till he started to grind back against her hand, that was the signal, she knew that he knew he was ready. She moved up behind him as he raised up to his hands and knees, stroking the strap-on as she spread the lube over it, she moved in between his legs, sliding the head of the dildo over his ass hole teasing him tire escort bayan with the slight movements, till she pressed the head against his opening and pushed.

He grunted as it slide inside him, slowly, inch by inch, till her thighs were pressed against his. He took a couple of deep calming breathes as she slide back out till he felt the coolness of the room on his lubed up asshole. As his opening closed again she slide back into him, half way, and stopped. She whispered to him, asking if he was ready, all he could do was press back against her and grunt to let her know he was. Her strokes were slow at first as she got used to the harness, then faster and harder as she found her rhythm and enjoyed how it felt as her clit was rubbed with each stroke.

She thrust into him steady, hearing him moan and gasp as he got closer and closer to cumming, she too was getting close, her body was covered in sweatas her breath came to her in short ragged gulps. He moaned loudly as he shot, each hard jet causing him to shudder as the over stimulation in his ass combined with the intensity of his orgasm. She continued to pound into him for a few more seconds till she too hit that peak and cried out when her orgasm took her down the other side.

They both lay panting on the bed, spooned together like they use to when they were first married when they couldn’t get enough of the others touch, the sweat on their bodies cooling them off as they just took comfort from the other. This is what they had been missing for so long, this personal intimacy. It had disappeared so gradually over the years that they never even noticed till they found it again. Both promised themselves privately and each other personally, that it wouldn’t leave again, it was too important, too vital to life.

He whispered in her ear how much he loved her and felt her sigh deeply against him as they both drifted off to sleep.

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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

***

I love the internet. Not only because it lets me publish my fantasies each and every week, but also because it makes shopping easier. A lot easier. And as you may know, I hate shopping.

About a week ago, I came across a once-in-a-lifetime sale. Though I already had many other items similar to the one on sale, I was unable to resist. Especially since the shipping was free. So I clicked the “Check Out” button and typed in my credit card number. I may be terrible at remembering names and phone numbers, my credit card is one series of numbers that have been seared into my brain permanently. So typing in those sixteen little numbers was no problem. Before long, I saw the “Purchase Complete” message appear on the screen. Now all that was left was to wait for my package to arrive. Simple, right? Wrong!

I am not a patient person by nature. I may not verbalize my impatience, but I hate wasting time and waiting for a package feels like just that. Luckily, I had a lot of work to do and spent the next few days writing. I was working on plotting out the non-erotic book series I am working on when the doorbell rang. My heart leapt in my chest and I jumped up.

Less than a minute later I had the precious package in hand and was heading back upstairs. I returned to my room—which also serves as my office—and dropped the package onto my bed. Returning to my desk, I took a seat and focused on the screen. But as hard as I tried to focus on my work, I kept craving a look at the package that stood behind me. Eventually, I realized it would be less of a waste of time to open the package than to try and forget about it.

I hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and rushed back to my room. After making sure to lock the door behind me, I turned to the package. My heart was beating rapidly and a smile curled my lips as I walked up to the bed. Grabbing the box, I carefully cut through the packing tape. My fingers started shaking ever so slightly as I opened the box. Next, I pulled out the packing paper. Finally, it was revealed.

“Wow!” I gasped softly when my eyes came across it. It was so beautiful. Shinny. Pink. Hard. And huge! It was the largest vibrator I had ever seen.

Though I already bursa escort owned half a dozen vibrators—after all, I’m an erotica writer and I sometimes need a little inspiration—this new addition surpassed all others in my collection. The toy measured an impressive twelve inches in length by two inches in width. It was one of the largest such toys on the market and now it was mine. All mine.

“Uh-oh!” I muttered when I realized a few things. First of all, my plan to unpack my newest toy to help me focus on my work had totally failed. That was what brought me to my next realization. I was horny. Believe it or not, the sight of a vibrator turned me on. Or maybe it was the thought of what I could do with it. Whatever, the reason, one thing remained clear; there was no way in hell I would be able to get back to work. Sure enough, so much arousal now coursed through my veins that I soon felt a powerful fantasy grow within me.

I could not help but wonder what would happen. After all, it was my first time fantasizing about an inanimate object. Fortunately, the fantasy was impending and my question would soon be answered. So I gave in to my arousal and watched the real world fade. Within seconds, I had been sucked up by my mysterious fantasy.

I stood there for a few seconds, wondering what to expect. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long.

“Are you going to stand there all day?” asked a voice. I jumped. After all, I was alone in the room. One quick glance at my surroundings confirmed this. But if I was alone, who had spoken?

“Wh… who said that?” I asked nervously.

There was a chuckle, followed by, “Look in the box.”

My heart started to pound madly. Could it be true? Of course, it made no sense, but it was the only logical explanation. Taking a breath for courage, I peered into the box to find… a vibrator.

I frowned. I could have sworn the voice came from the box, but the toy looked just as it should. There were no eyes, no nose and most importantly, no mouth. That meant it was not the vibrator who had spoken. Or so I thought.

“Hello,” said the same voice.

“Oh my god!” I gasped. For you see, I had just realized something. The voice had defiantly emerged from the box. And that could only mean one thing; the vibrator had just spoken. He had no mouth, but he had still found a way to speak.

“Di… did you just…” I stuttered.

“Speak?” finished the large toy.

I was totally stunned, but still found the strength to nod.

There was another chuckle.

“Of course I spoke. Who else could it bursa escort bayan be?”

I did not answer. Instead, I asked a question of my own.

“But h… how?”

The vibrator yet again chuckled.

“It’s your fantasy, not mine.”

Good point. Still, I could not help but be totally freaked out by the oddity of my fantasy. However, I soon forgot all about that.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are we going to get this party started?” asked the toy.

I experienced a moment of confusion before I realized the party he was referring to was sex. After all, he was a vibrator. What else would he be talking about? Still, the thought of having sex with a talking vibrator felt weird. Almost creepy. However, the arousal that had brought on the fantasy still coursed through my veins.

Obviously sensing my reticence, the toy decided to take charge.

“I’ll tell you what to do. All you have to do is obey. Okay?”

I nodded.

“Great. Now pick me up and suck me.”

I experienced a moment of hesitation.

“Just do it,” encouraged my inanimate lover. “It’s what I was made for.”

I nodded. After all, I had bought him for one purpose and one purpose only. Masturbation. And the fact that he spoke would only make masturbation that much more enjoyable. At least I hoped.

Reaching into the box, I grabbed the large toy and slowly brought it up to my mouth. With one final breath, I opened my mouth and forced the tip past my lips. The shaft slid across my tongue until it made contact with my uvula. Oddly, the toy felt warm, but that only encouraged me to escalate things. Not wasting a second, I started forcing the toy in and out of my mouth, using my lips and tongue to stimulate it.

But as good as it felt, I wanted more. Luckily, so did my new friend.

“Stop,” he instructed. I removed him from my mouth and waited for his next order.

“Get undressed.”

In less than a second, I was naked.

“Lie down.”

Once again, the order was obeyed immediately and I soon found myself laying atop the covers.

“Now turn me on and lower me to your pussy.”

An eager smile curled my lips as I did as told. I could not help but gasp when I realized just how powerful the vibrations were. I could barely hold on to the shivering toy and the thought of him inside me brought even more arousal to my body. With that in mind, I lowered him to my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned when the tip made contact with my labia. Shivers of arousal ran down my spine as soft moans started flowing past my lips. escort bursa The clitoral massage I was performing upon myself felt great, but I wanted more. Luckily, all I had to do was slide the toy past my lower lips.

“FUCK!” I moaned blissfully as the spear slid deeper and deeper into me. Never before had I felt such powerful vibrations and I knew that would soon force me to climax. But before I could let that happen, I had something to do.

“OH YES!” I moaned as I started sliding the toy in and out of my soaking-wet twat. My arousal level skyrocketed and I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. I was on the verge of reaching climax. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be.

“Stop!” ordered the toy.

I was so surprised that I froze mid-thrust. But the toy was still shoved inside me and my orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

“Pull me out!” instructed the toy.

I hesitated, but decided to obey. Moments later, the large spear left my cunt.

“What now?” I wondered silently. Luckily, I did not have to wait long for the answer.

“Put me in your ass.”

A smile curled my lips. But that was all I had time to do before the arousal coursing through my veins convinced me to obey the order. Less than a second later, half of my inanimate lover’s body was shoved into my asshole. As awesome as the shaft felt in my ass, I craved more. So I lowered my free hand to my cunt and slipped two fingers past my labia.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as my fingers darted in and out of my soaking-wet poon while my lover’s vibrating body did the same for my asshole. Unfortunately, the dual stimulation only lasted a few seconds. Fortunately, that was because the orgasm that had been growing within me finally exploded.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. A split second later, my pussy started to convulse. A moment after that, I squirted. The first wave shot up my cunt and shot past my fingers. The hot nectar flew through the air and rained down upon both me and my vibrating lover.

Moans and cum flew through the air throughout my orgasm. The intensity of my climax was such that the final wave oozed out of me in record time. With one final moan, I closed my eyes. It was all over.

When my eyelids fluttered open, I was back in the real world. The fantasy had come to an end and I was now standing next to the bed, staring at the large vibrator that lay inside the box. I half expected to hear him speak, but knew that was impossible. This was reality, not some fantasy. However, said fantasy had turned me on even more than before and I now knew there was no way in hell I could get back to work. That is, not until I tried my new toy. What followed may not have been quite as intense as my fantasy had been, but it was definitely the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in quite some time.

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Robert and I met for breakfast as our two sluts slept it off. I suggested that we go in their bedroom and jerk off and cum on them. I would cum on Debbie and he would cum on Lisa.

So, we got up and went to the bedroom. The women were lying next to each other, their tits touching. We started to jerk off and Robert and I were going to cum. He stood over Lisa and shot his load all over her tits and face. I quickly followed and shot my load on Debbie’s tits. We then left.

With only one more full day left, we wanted to make the day special but didn’t know what to do.

Robert suggested we fuck them on the beach in front of people passing by. I suggested we get a car and take them somewhere and fuck them in a public place. We would even have them naked in the car on the trip. We agreed and set it up.

I called Angel and asked if he could get us a big enough car and he said he had one. I asked if he would drive us around and he agreed. I told him to pick us up at noon.

We finally got the women up. It was funny watching them realize they were naked in bed with each other and that they were covered in cum.

They groggily got up and headed for a shower, which they took together as we watched for a bit.

When they finished, we told them that we were going to take a ride and sight see and that Angel would be our chauffeur.

We then told them that we wanted them to wear as little as possible on the tour. They laughed and agreed.

We heard a horn and I peeked out and saw Angel in a limousine. He got out and told us he had bursa escort it fully stocked with wine just for us.

We called the ladies and out they came wearing their tiniest bikinis and sheer cover-ups.

Robert and I applauded their choice of attire. Angel had a huge grin.

The four of us got in the back of the limo. Angel said he would take us all over and for us to have some wine and relax.

We got started and I immediately opened the wine. As we drank, we played in the limo. It didn’t take us long to get their tops off. Once they we’re off, we rolled the tinted windows down so the girl’s tits were on view for other drivers to see.

The first place Angel took us to was a small, centuries old church. The women put their cover-ups on and we went inside. Angel told us about the church and the girls removed their cover-ups and we took pictures of them and then left with the girls tits uncovered.

The next stop was a very private beach. Angel took some towels and guided us down to the shore. Once there, he gave us the towels and told us to enjoy.

The girls immediately removed their bottoms and went into the warm water. Robert and I got naked and joined them. Angel watched from the shore.

After frolicking in the water, we got out and laid down on the towels, letting the sun dry us off.

After an hour, Angel told us it was time to go. Robert and I put on our shorts and the girls stayed naked as we went to the limo.

Wine flowed freely and both women were feeling no pain and were getting horny. They were flashing bursa escort bayan drivers as they passed by.

Then Angel pulled into a truck stop. There were five 18 wheelers there.

Debbie kept telling me she wanted pictures of her with the truckers. So, I approached the drivers and asked them if it was ok if they took pictures with our naked wives.

After getting strange looks, they agreed. One by one, our wives posed naked with the truckers as strangers watched.

When we finished with the pictures, the girls took turns with the truckers and gave them blow jobs in front of their rigs. After an hour or so, we left to whistles and applause.

Angel then drove us back to the villa. By this time Debbie was just about out of it and Lisa was approaching that state too.

Angel helped us get the naked girls inside and to bed. Debbie was semi awake and Robert told Angel he could fuck her. Angel asked if he could invite a couple of his friends over to fuck Debbie.

Robert told him he could and left him with Debbie.

As we left him with Debbie, I heard him on the phone inviting her three friends to come over.

Robert and I got Lisa on the bed and we laid down besides her. I told Robert to fuck her as I watched. I told Lisa that Robert and I were going to fuck her and she just nodded ok.

In no time, our hands were all over Lisa. We each day sucked her nipples and I told Lisa to spread her legs. As she did, Robert mounted my wife and soon he had his cock in my wife’s cunt.

As he fucked her, she was sucking escort bursa my cock. Robert started pounding her cunt until he shot his cum into her. Then, I shot my load down my wife’s throat.

Robert heard Angel let has friends in and went to greet them. He told them that they could do whatever they wanted to Debbie as it was all right with him.

One by one they fucked Debbie. Angel was able to get Debbie on all fours and, with the help of his friends, was able to slip his cock in her ass.

Robert watched as Angel fucked his Princess’s ass and cum inside it. They laid her on her back and each guy played with her tits and sucked her nipples. Even though she was half out of it, she moved her hips as the guys had their cocks in her.

Robert heard her moans and knew she was enjoying it. As three of the guys jerked off and came all over her, Angel had his cock in her mouth and she instinctively sucked it like a baby sucking a nipple.

Robert watched as Angel shot his load in his wife’s mouth and her swallowing his cum.

Just as they finished, she fell asleep.

Angel came out after they all fucked Debbie and I told him they could do the same to Lisa as she was still awake enough to enjoy it.

After an hour, the four of them finished with Lisa. We thanked them for their servicing our wives and they left.

Both women were covered in cum and that was how we left them for the night.

The morning came and we all had to pack for our trip home. By chance, the four of us were on the same plane to Henderson, NV.

I told Robert we had a great time and I bet that Debbie would be happy to get back to her job at the community college in Vegas.

We agreed to stay in touch.

Needless to say, Lisa and I joined the mile high club that flight.

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Special thanks to SteveWallace for help editing some of this story and offering advice to help me grow as a writer. SteveWallace also publishes on this site under TLCgiver and Romantic1.

This is an edited version of the original story I posted here before. All mistakes are mine.

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Cruising down the interstate, the sun cast it’s orange glow inside the car. I look to my right as the sun illuminates my girlfriend Jill. The sun dances across her breasts. My view is enhanced by the seatbelt separating her breasts; it seems to make them larger. The inevitable bumps in the road making them bounce slightly.

She looked so comfortable, the tank top she wore provided those glimpses of cleavage and breast. She also wore cutoffs highlighting her sexy tanned legs. Even her toes, which she painted red for this week, stirred a response in my shorts.

Jill and I have lived together for a year. We met in college: she was a finance major, I was working on my computer engineering degree. We met through mutual friends on a biking excursion through the wooded areas surrounding the college. Our friends thought it was a long shot anything would come from it. But we hit it off and have seen each other since.

I found a job after graduation close to college where we attended. We rented an apartment together in the city. From there, she launched her job search. Within a matter of weeks, she landed a job in town at a national company doing accounting. The local office was large considering the size of our city.

So we plugged away at life, looking for the first break to get away. Jill found some oceanfront beach houses for rent while surfing the web. She’d been looking for something we could rent for a week. It was a ten-hour drive, but we knew it would be worth it. The owner had multiple beach-houses located together.

On either side of the house, were large sand dunes effectively separating the adjoining houses. Basically, we’d have our own little paradise on the ocean. All this information was listed on their website, with pictures, maps to show where they were located. The beach town that thrived on tourism within easy walking distance, but far enough away for the house to be immune to traffic and tourists.

When I pulled off at our exit, we were only a few miles from the beach. But with the car noise subsiding as the car rolled to a stop, Jill started to wake. Her hands reached behind her head, jutting her breasts out proudly as she stretched. She knows this drives me wild, looking over at me and smiling.

“We are almost there honey. Can you get that information we printed out and call the caretaker? Let him know we are ten minutes out and will be there soon,” I asked.

The website indicated the owner had a caretaker who lived close and would meet us at the house upon our arrival. They emailed us his name and number after we confirmed the reservation with instructions to contact him upon our arrival.

While pulling up in front of the house, we see a man about 24 years old walking towards us from the adjacent house. I step out of the car and greet him. He shakes my hand firmly while introducing himself.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, the caretaker for this property. I hope you had a nice trip?”

“Yes, fine. My name’s Bob and this is my girlfriend Jill.” I motioned as she stepped from the car. I saw Jeff’s eyes light up seeing her unrestrained large 34C cup breasts shimmy in her top.

“Nice to meet you Jeff,” Jill replied in a flirty tone

“I hope you two will find the amenities to your liking. I live in the house to the right here and take care of all these properties,” Jeff motioned to the right. Behind him we could see six other homes in a row, all with the same basic architecture.

“If you find anything unsatisfactory, please call me, you have my number. I want to make sure your stay here is most comfortable, and you enjoy yourselves. Here are your keys, let me take you through a quick tour and I will be on my way,” he stated walking towards the house.

Jeff took us through the front door. It opened into the living room area. In the middle of the living room on the right, a nice size fireplace. Above the mantle sat a big screen TV. The room also held a plush leather couch, coffee table in front of the couch, a matching chair with separate footstool, and a matching recliner. To finish out this room there was a soft down filled rug stretched out in front of the fireplace.

To our left the dining room, behind it the kitchen. A decent size kitchen with anything we should need. A hall straight in front of us led to the bedrooms. On the right side before the master bedroom was a stairway leading down to the game room. Beyond that was the master bedroom. To the left, we saw the two separate doors leading to the spare rooms.

A bath at the end of the hall for the two guest rooms. Opening the door to the master bedroom, we saw a king size bed, with a nice four post wooden bed frame, and headboard engraved with sailing ships. To the right, urla escort bayan a big walk-in closet. To the left, the entrance to the bathroom and beyond that, sliding glass doors leading to the deck.

On the deck a hot tub, the water simmering where Jeff had started the heater an hour earlier. A covered awning over the hot tub and deck completed the tour of the upstairs.

We walked down to the game room. A pool table, big screen tv with console game system, and a dart board furnished the large room. Another set of sliding doors led to the back deck. On the left, there is an outdoor shower enclosed on three sides big enough for four people at once. Beside the shower was a sauna.

Just off the deck, the ocean was about 75 yards from the house. Large sand dunes eight to ten feet high on either side of the walkway provided privacy from the other houses nearby. The beach had nice clean sand, with more dunes and some vegetation to the left. To the right sat the other rental houses including our caretaker’s cottage. There was a fire pit located just off the bottom deck in the sand.

After Jeff left, I scooped Jill up in my arms for a passionate kiss.

“This place is awesome babe,” I smiled looking at Jill.

“I know right,” She replies. “Let’s try that hot tub out, hon. I want to relax before we grab a bite to eat.”

We race each other up the stairs, her clothes are flying off. I need to bring our suitcases in. I empty the car, while Jill climbs into the hot tub sans clothes.

“Do you mind bringing that cooler out here on the deck when you get done, please? See if they have any wine glasses in the kitchen, if you don’t mind,” she calls out to me.

I hastily bring in our luggage and drop it in our room. I grab a couple of wine glasses out of the cabinet, dropping the cooler off by the hot tub and the two glasses. My clothes are off in a hurry and I slide in next to Jill.

Opening the wine, we sit and relax facing the ocean, sipping our wine. The sound of the ocean waves crashing into the shore is still heard over the dull hum of the hot tub. Life is good.

I feel her hand sliding up my leg, my cock is rising. I pull her closer to me, my left hand caressing her left breast. She leans over and kisses me, moving her hand closer and closer to my crotch.

We scoot forward a little on the seat facing each other. Our arms intertwine taking sips of our wine. I place her glass and mine on the edge of the hot tub, then embracing Jill with both arms we kiss. Our tongues dueling for position in each other’s mouths.

I lift Jill up and place her on the side of the hot tub, her facing the ocean. Parting her legs, I kiss up her right thigh, planting light kisses everywhere. Making my journey up, I circle her areola with my tongue, flicking her stiff nipple. She moans.

I know her nipples are sensitive, and I can get her worked up in no time playing with her nipples. She squirms on the edge, pulling me up to kiss her again. With her legs fully spread, I make my way back down her stomach. When I reach her mons, I look up and smile.

She grabs the back of my head stating, “I need your tongue now.” She pulls my head closer to her pussy. I will not give in that easy, sliding my tongue alongside her outer labia. Coming up on the other side, I slide my tongue back up the other side.

Her grip tightens in my hair. “Oh Bob, lick my pussy, please? Quit teasing me,” she whines.

Only too happy to oblige, my tongue slides through her lips, collecting her sweet essence. At the top I circle her clit with the end of my tongue. She squirms in my grip, being held in place by my arms keeping her legs spread open.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she moans.

I slowly push my finger inside her while sucking on her clit. She is getting more excited by the minute. I manage to keep my tongue in place while her body gyrates with pleasure over my oral assault on her pussy. Her juices are flowing. I happily lap up her sweetness as she gets closer to her orgasm.

I aim my finger toward her upper wall, looking for her G spot. When I find it, she quivers and moans. I increase the tempo lashing out at her clit with the tip of my tongue. My finger is sawing in and out of her wetness, her thighs start to shake.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh, oh,” she chants while her thighs clamp against my head. Her body starts trembling under my oral assault.

“I’m commminng, oh fuck,” I hear rather muffled. I can feel her pussy clamp down on my finger. At the same time she squirts girl juice all over my hand and face.

I maintain my assault on her pussy until she can stand no more and her body goes limp. I guide her back into the tub where she can sit and rest, until she recovers.

After a minute, I retrieve our wine while we sit and enjoy the view of our new home for the next week. I feel her hand sliding up my thigh to my cock. It firms back up in her hand from its semi-hard state.

“Oh poor baby, you are still hard. escort urla Let me take care of that for you.”

She guides me to a standing position in front of her. A couple quick strokes with her hand and her mouth is engulfing my cock. Jill is excellent at sucking cock. She varies the depth of my cock in her mouth, pulling almost all the way out, to her face buried against my pubes. I can feel her tongue licking my cock when she bottoms out. She knows I love this and will not last too long.

I stand Jill up and guide her shoulders down toward the edge of the hot tub facing the house, bent at the waist. Jill turns her head and lays it on her towel, facing toward Jeff’s house. I bury my cock in her pussy and she cried out. Grabbing her hips, I start long stroking her, feeling her squeeze my cock with her pussy.

I am pulling her back and I can feel her pushing me deeper inside of her on the down stroke. The sounds of flesh slapping against each other is subdued somewhat, from the soft purr of the hot tub, to the waves crashing in on the beach. I can feel my orgasm rising. I quicken my thrusts into her warm pussy, feeling my cum start to rise.

Suddenly she raises her head off the towel with a look of horror. I glance to my left, there is Jeff stepping out onto his deck, nude. His cock is huge. He looks over, smiles and waves, before climbing into his hot tub.

I am past the point of no return, my thrusts become frantic, seeking my imminent release. My head tilts back, my final thrust and hold, pumping her full of my hot cream. She cried out with her second orgasm, we stumble back together still coupled. I manage to find my footing as we land on the opposite bench seat, me under her.

Sitting on the seat so quickly buries my cock as deep as I can go in Jill’s tight pussy. We take a minute to catch our breath before we can even form words.

“Oh Bob, you were fantastic,” she gushed.

“Yes I rather enjoyed that my love,” cupping her tits from behind. I hold her in place while she turns her head and I lean forward to kiss her.

“That was an interesting twist, with Jeff stepping out onto his porch,” I exclaimed.

“Was not expecting that, but it was kind of exciting having an audience,” Jill replied. “A well hung audience at that.”

I laughed. “Well maybe you might get a shot at that before we leave,” I teased her.

We have discussed inviting someone in for play time, but the right opportunity never presented itself. We have always had a deep connection between us. We have a high degree of trust in each other. Our discussions have included adding others to our sex lives. With our sex drives on overdrive, on vacation, miles away from home, this could get interesting.

“Let’s get cleaned up and walk into town for a bite to eat,” I suggested.

After a quick shower, Jill puts on her short shorts and a halter top. I put my khaki shorts on with a nice summer t-shirt. We start down the sidewalk going into town. It looks like someone prepped this area for development, with sidewalks and fire hydrants every so often. To the right were many sand dunes separating our rental house from the town.

Dinner turned out to be a great seafood meal, polished off with a local wine that was actually very good. We asked our waiter if there were any clubs in town, Jill was ready to party. He indicated about a block away a newer club just opened, catering to younger people like ourselves.

Approaching the club, we heard a live band playing, and a small line waiting to get in. Jill was giddy with excitement. She has always been a good dancer, me not so much. I will slow dance, but that’s about the extent of it for me.

Looking around the room, I spotted a booth in the corner. Pointing out the table I said, “Why don’t you get that table for us, while I grab some drinks at the bar?”

Watching her ass wiggle away in her short shorts, I re-adjust my cock in my shorts as it rapidly rises. Everyone is trying to get a drink, so it takes me about 15 minutes to get to the bar. Finally I head back toward the table with her wine and a beer for me. I spot 3 guys at our table trying to hold a conversation with Jill.

I can tell when she has that not interested look, and they were getting that exact look about now. As I walked closer, all of a sudden a new guy steps up to Jill and she smiles. He says a few words to the 3 guys and they all scatter. He sits down beside Jill on her side of the booth.

Walking up to the table I recognize Jeff sitting there with Jill, laughing and joking with each other. I take a seat across from them.

“Hi honey, remember Jeff? A few of the locals were hitting on me and Jeff swooped in to save the day,” Jill recalled.

“Thanks Jeff, I owe you one,” I replied.

“It’s my pleasure to assist a pretty woman in distress. My uncle owns the bar and those guys know better than to mess with me,” Jeff answered.

About that time, the band starts their next set and start with a fast urla escort paced song. Jill looks at me pleading with her eyes, to dance with her.

“Honey, you know I don’t fast dance very well. If Jeff can dance, you two have at it,” I stated motioning to the dance floor. Jeff looks at me with a questioning glance.

“Go on you two, you owe him at least a dance,” I smiled motioning them out of the booth onto the dance floor. He offers his hand to help her out of the booth, then she walks toward the dance floor with him, a certain bounce in her step.

Watching Jill bounce those 34c’s dancing a fast song certainly got my motor running. Jeff is a good dancer and he kept right up with her. The pace slowed down a little on the next song. Jill puts his arm on her shoulder as she grabs his waist pulling each other closer. I can see them talking some, as they inch closer and closer.

He seems to be holding her close against him, while her head rests on his shoulder looking my way. All of a sudden, I see Jill go wide-eyed, looking in shock. I can see Jeff rubbing himself along Jill’s hot body. She smiles as she looks up at me, just as the song ends. They make their way back to the table.

We engage in small talk, discovering that Jeff’s dad actually owns the house we are staying in and the other ones in Jeff’s care. He started working for his dad after his dad experienced some health issues.

He likes the beach and he apologized for exposing himself, he normally keeps the house we are staying in as the last to rent. That gives him some privacy, with the slight curving of the shoreline; the other nearby houses cannot see the hot tub from their balcony. But his house and ours are lined up enough, that you can see each other’s deck.

“Jeff, don’t worry about it, Jill enjoyed the show, and I was too far gone to care,” I laughed.

Jeff went up to grab a round of drinks for us. I look over at Jill and she seems a little flushed.

“You ok Jill,” I asked?

“Yea, I’m fine, just a little overheated,” she said smiling. “When we were dancing to the slow song, he rubbed his big cock against my leg, getting me excited. He also held me close, as my hard nipples were brushing up against his chest.”

Jill knows if I have a problem with anything, I will tell her. My silence was her green light.

Approaching the table with another round, the band kicks off another set with a fast dance. Jeff and Jill dance two songs before coming back to the table for refreshments. Jeff led Jill out into the night air, out a back set of doors to the bar. They have it fenced off from the general public, but have tables and chairs setup outside. Its also the designated smoking area for the bar.

I give them a couple minutes and I slip out when a couple smokers come in from outside. Once my eyes get used to the dark, I see them in the far corner up against the railing. I take a seat close to the building on the other side, trying to be inconspicuous. Jill laughs at something he said.

She is against the railing in the corner facing the bar. He is in front of her facing toward the ocean, concealing her in the corner with him. I watch as his arm moves up cupping her breast. Even through the noise of the ocean waves, I hear her moan. I watch her arms slide up and down his chest while kissing him. Her arm reaches down grabbing at his cock through his shorts.

She reaches in and pulls out his monster cock. I see her sink to her knees in front of him. I can see her head moving back and forth. She is definitely sucking his cock. His body is positioned so he is blocking anyone from seeing anything unless they get close. His head falls back limply, enjoying the sensations I have experienced many times before with her hot mouth.

“Awe fuck,” I hear him say as his body stiffens.

I slip back inside when another couple come out for a smoke and make my way to our booth. My heart is racing, we have talked about something like this before, but never really got to experience it until now.

Jeff leads Jill back in and they both sit down. Jeff has some moisture on his brow, Jill’s chest is flush with excitement.

“Jeff told me they have a bonfire on the beach of his house in two days. He will provide the hotdogs, and chips, we just bring our drinks. Its a way for all the renters to get together and have fun,” Jill explained.

“I will be looking forward to that,” I replied. “I am a little pooped from the drive, I am ready to go back to the house if you are ok with that,” I asked Jill?

She gives me a smile and said, “I am ready for anything with you big boy!”

Jill kissed Jeff on the cheek and we said our goodbyes. We walked back to the house along the beach. We had a relaxing walk home. We passed a few areas where the dunes created a nice secluded area just off the beach. I filed away that information for the future.

“Did you have a good time tonight,” I asked Jill?

“I had a blast tonight,” she replied. “Jeff is a good dancer. When we slowed down our dance for that one song, I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me. His cock was big and he was excited. He asked me if I wanted to go outside to cool off. By this time my panties were moist and thought it would help to step outside for a minute,” she explained.

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They had made a bet when they won, she’d get a kiss. He didn’t think they would win. She did. So they made that bet.

They didn’t talk about what kind, so when they won, and he kissed her on the cheek, maybe he thought that was it.

It wasn’t.

During the evening of celebration, she prepared to make her exit.

She said good night, and put something in his hand, and whispered in his ear as she hugged him goodbye.

“So I can claim my prize later,” she said.

She felt herself blushing so she left without looking back to see his reaction. She wasn’t normally that forward. But she felt she really had nothing left to lose.

An hour or two later she was in her pajamas on the bed in her room, having a drink, with the television on in the background while she was writing.

She’d put the idea that he’d show up out of her mind because she was so sure he wouldn’t. She was wearing a white t-shirt and soft cotton pajama pants. She focused on the computer screen and pushed her glasses back up.

She glanced at the clock on the cable box. It was almost 1. If she’d allowed herself to be hopeful, she would have been disappointed. She closed her laptop and put it on the desk, pulled the clip out of her hair, and shut the lights off.

She sat against the headboard of the bed, finishing her drink, and found some bad horror movie on one of the cable channels. It was sort of a relief, she thought, that he didn’t show up. She’d have been a nervous wreck.

She’d have to deal with the guessing games and try to figure out what he was thinking and feeling while beating herself up for what she felt.

Instead, she had the quiet night to herself, just enjoying the peace. She’d just finished her drink and was about to start getting ready for bed when she heard the key in the door. It was 1:30. She’d given him the key at 9. If she had any sort of self respect, she’d put the deadbolt on. But she didn’t. Not when it came to him.

The irony was that she knew he’d be strangely impressed if she did lock him out. But she couldn’t do it. He was still messing with the key, as one was likely to do after being out drinking for five hours. She stood on the other side of the door keeping him on ice for a few more minutes, smiling to herself.

Then she opened the door. “Hi,” he said. He was smiling.

“Hi,” she said.

She stepped back from the door to let him by. There was a couch in her room and he sat on it. “Were you sleeping?” he asked.

She sat on the other end of the couch.

“No,” she said.

“You’re up late,” he said.

“So are you,” she said.

“Would you believe it took me this long to get my nerve up to come here?” he asked.

She laughed.

“Nope,” she said.

He laughed.

“You’re right. But it was worth a shot,” he said.

“I didn’t know if I was going to or not. I was leaning toward not coming. But I waited until I left to decide,” he said.

“I figured that,” she said.

Her legs were pulled under her on the couch. She was looking into his eyes, trying not to look at his mouth, which was what she usually looked at.

“Plus, you had a lot to celebrate,” she said.

“We. We had a lot to celebrate,” he said.

She smiled.

“This wouldn’t have happened without you,” he said, saying her name. She really loved the way he said it. “Well, lucky for you, you didn’t have to find out,” she said.

He took her hand. She’d never felt his hand in hers before. “I’m serious. Really, that’s why I came. We didn’t get a chance to talk earlier. And you left so early,” he said.

She was glad to hear him say that’s why he came. She really was so full of shit with her passing him the key, she realized. She couldn’t handle anything more than this.

“Well, that means a lot to me. Thank you,” she said, letting go of his hand.

“But it is so late, and you must be tired. You have to walk back to your hotel. I don’t want to keep you,” she said, standing up.

“Wait,” he said, reaching for her wrist.

She closed her eyes for a second.

“What?” she said.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said.

She looked down at him.

“No. I’m letting you off the hook, though I appreciate the gesture,” she said.

“Sit down,” he said, still holding her wrist.

She sat.

“Did I ask to be let off the hook?” he said.

She had to look away from his eyes. His mouth.

“No, but I know you want to be,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” he said.

There was a pause. “Look at me,” he said.

“I can’t,” she said, keeping her eyes on the wall.

He took reached out with his hand and turned her face to him. “How long have you known me? Would I ever do anything unless I really wanted to do it? Bet or not?” he asked.

“I know. I’m afraid though,” she said.

“Of what?” he said.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Her heart was pounding.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he said quietly. His hand holding her face ran through her hair absently, and she closed her eyes.

“It’s just a kiss,” he said.

She opened her eyes. She wanted illegal bahis to see his just before he did it. Her hands were shaking. He moved closer. He knew he was prolonging her anxiety. He was doing it on purpose. He looked at her mouth.

“Don’t,” she said.

“Shh,” he said.

His hand moved back to her face, and still looking at her mouth, he ran his thumb across her lips, gently. His eyes followed it. She had to control herself from reaching out for his thumb with her tongue.

She didn’t think she could take much more. She could barely breathe. She closed her eyes tightly. He could see it. See her body tense. See her struggling to breathe. “Look at me,” he said.

She opened her eyes, and looked at his mouth again.

This time it was her hand that moved to his face, to his mouth. His lips. With her forefinger she traced his lips, moving closer, her eyes staying on his mouth now. His hands moved to her sides, down, and to her hips, which moved up to his touch, inched closer to him on the couch. His fingers tightened on her hips as she moved them, moved closer to his mouth with hers, still touching his soft lips with her finger, then moving one hand, then the other, behind his neck.

She wasn’t nervous. Wasn’t scared anymore. His hands squeezed and let go of her hips, looked at her mouth, watching her lick her lips, caught her eyes, and saw no fear. Feeling her hips rise in his hands, rock slightly, and he moved closer. She wanted this. He wanted it too. Inching closer together.

Her fingers in his hair. “Do it,” she whispered. His hand moved down to her thigh, now teasing her mouth with his, and to her knee, lifting her leg, and she wrapped it around him, as he moved his hand up her leg again and back to her hip.

She felt his mouth brush hers, and felt her eyes flutter, and he brushed her mouth once more, twice and then, then his mouth took hers. He kissed her.

Her mouth was so warm and soft. Her lips were full. Her head turned to the side so he was over her, kissing her, and her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, the kiss innocent so far, just kissing her lips. She thought she could feel the air crackling with electricity. He pulled away from her lips and returned, leaving her breathless, always focused on the tease, the wanting more, and she shifted, moving closer, his fingers digging into the small of her back as his mouth opened slightly and she felt it. And then all she could think was Oh. Oh yeah.

Felt his tongue gently, so gently, not letting go of her mouth now, find hers, and her leg tightened around him.

He heard her sigh into his mouth as their tongues found each other and he understood why. It changed the kiss. Changed it good. So good. Where before he was softly kissing her, his mouth got more aggressive. Before, he controlled the pace, controlled the kiss, but when he found her tongue, and their tongues met, he couldn’t pull away anymore.

The kiss controlled him. Both of them. She kept her arms around his neck tightly because, honestly, she didn’t trust them anywhere else. She could feel his dick getting harder as the kiss got harder. Warmer. Wetter. Taking on a grinding, seductive life of its own. His fingers dug into her back under her shirt now, into her bare skin. Scratching her.

Her chest was tightly against his now as her head was turned to the side, holding onto his neck like she was drowning, and their bodies couldn’t have been more tightly together, his fingers letting go of her back and onto her sides, under her shirt.

Their tongues were deep now, so deep, their lips working together, and she lost where she was. His mouth worked hers aggressively, hard, and so good, feeling her hands in his hair, pulling it with her fists tightly in it, pulling his down, forcing his lips onto hers harder, harder.

He felt his hands on her skin and knew he had to stop. Any further up, or down, and things were really going to get out of hand. His brain was overwhelmed with her mouth, her tongue, but he had to hold onto some form of control. He squeezed her sides. He could feel the warmth of her breasts just inches from his hands. It was bad. It was hard.

He pushed her down on her back on the couch and followed her mouth with his, and she was just as eager, pulling him back to her, not wanting to lose that heat, those lips. That tongue. His hand held her hip again as he leaned over her, him on his side next to her on the couch, always over her, on top of her, in charge, dominating the kiss, dominating her.

He knew that mattered for her, but he also knew he couldn’t do it any other way. It was who they were.

Her hands left his neck and ran down his arms, and to his hips, and her fingers moved into the tops of jeans, under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, fluttering her eyes, and he pushed away from her mouth for a second, looking into her eyes. He stroked her mouth again with his thumb and this time she did lick it, kiss it, as he whispered.

“Just a kiss, remember. Just a kiss,” he said. She nodded absently and pulled her hands reluctantly from his pants and back to his neck. While she wanted to rip his clothes off, she would have agreed illegal bahis siteleri to walk over hot coals at that moment — anything to keep kissing him.

She knew he was struggling with it too, their tongues twirling together, their lips hungry, starving for each other, and his hand was again under her shirt. She put her hand over it, holding it in place. It felt warm and strong. She’d be better if she couldn’t feel his dick, so hard, against her. Her pajama pants were soft and thin.

There was almost nothing to keep it from pressing against her. She could feel it so big and hard against her thigh. If he moved anywhere else she wasn’t sure what she would do. He pulled her leg up and around him again, moving his hand to hold her against him. She could feel his dick against her pussy now. “Don’t,” she whispered. But he liked it there, pushing himself against her.

He felt like a teenager pushing the line of where to stop, feeling forbidden and dirty, wanting to push her limits, wanting to make her say they shouldn’t, say they should stop, and all the while his hands, his mouth, making her breathe heavy and hot, seeing her eyes, knowing, knowing in the end he could easily have her begging him not to stop instead. He knew he could do that. He looked at her nipples against her shirt. He knew it would be so bad to push her shirt up, see her, work her with his fingers, his tongue, he thought about the sound she would make if he held her nipple in his teeth. He thought about fucking her. He knew he could so easily turn her head inside out. Her body inside out.

But he wouldn’t, even though thinking about how he had that power, how innocent yet dirty it made him feel, knowing the boundaries were right in front of them, and pushing himself against them made his dick even harder and she started to sigh more into his mouth.

They kissed for an hour. An hour at least, her hips were grinding against his, both legs wrapped around him, and as hard as his dick was, he wanted to feel how wet she must be. He knew he couldn’t. But the thought was driving him crazy. Her breathing was ragged. He was struggling to breathe too. She was whispering and murmuring his name, and his mouth moved from hers to her neck, and he felt her urging him on, he could feel her pressing her chest against him, feeling his hands moving up, his mouth moving down, and she actually thought she might explode.

That’s when he stopped.

He looked into her eyes, and stroked her hair. “Just a kiss,” he said. She closed her eyes and put her head back, trying to breathe. It wasn’t easy. She knew he was right. But God, it was so hard to stop. “I don’t want to stop,” she said.

“But I will,” she said. It had to be just a kiss. She didn’t bet anything else. “Do you think this is easy for me?” he said. She looked down. “No,” she whispered, smiling. And he laughed. “I should go. It…it ..Ah. I just should go,” he said.

“Because if I stay, I’m not going to stop,” he said. She bit her lower lip and her hips involuntarily writhed. “Stop doing that,” he said.

He kissed her gently one more time. “Walk me to the door,” he said. “I don’t think I can walk,” she whispered. “I’ll help you,” he said. Her knees were shaky, but she managed. They got to the hallway by the door.

“Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do with this,” he said, taking her hand and putting it on his hard dick. Her eyes fluttered and she moved her hand, stroking him there absently for a minute, and he leaned against the wall, leaning his head back, closing his eyes. Her hand held him, stroking still, squeezing and he pushed her away finally, banging his head on the wall behind him softly to clear his mind.

“You’re going to do the same thing I’m going to do, with this, about five minutes after the door closes behind you,” she said, taking his hand and putting it between her legs, holding her pussy through her pajamas. So much for clearing his mind. It was so hot.

His fingers moved to trace her, and over and up, and he moved so quickly neither one of them had time to tell him he shouldn’t – both his hands pulled her pajama pants down and his hand reached to find her naked pussy with his fingers.

“I’m sorry. I have to,” he said.

And he did. Before he left, he needed to feel how wet she was. And he was rewarded with her, soaking, dripping wet. The gasp that ripped through her with his unexpected fingers moving over her, opening her, feeling her, was savage.

“Oh my God,” he said. Feeling how wet he had made her was probably a mistake. He gently took his hand back, fixing her clothes, and she was still against the wall, the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to catch her breath again.

He pulled her hand away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “No, you shouldn’t have. That was very bad,” she said, but she was smiling. Her voice was shuddery. “But now you really have to get the hell out of here because I can’t wait even five minutes,” she said.

He laughed. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, pushing her against the wall, and kissed her softly and her hand stole down to his unbelievably hard dick, and her eyes trapped his canlı bahis siteleri with the naked heat and intensity in them. “You sure you want to leave?” she whispered.

“I am not sure of anything. But I have to,” he whispered. “Ok…” she said, smiling. He kissed her once more and pulled away, leaving her against the wall, leaning her head against it, sideways, and her hair was messy, and she looked at him, so sweet and hot, and it killed him to leave, but he had to. Had to. He opened the door and closed it behind him.

And leaned against the closed door in the hall. She leaned against the wall the very same way, both of them, head back, back against the wall, thinking of what just happened, what could have happened, about each other, unable to stop thinking about that kiss. A few minutes went by.

She just couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure what made her open the door again. Maybe it was the feeling of that electricity still in the air. But she opened it. And he was standing there. Not with his back against the door. Facing her, holding both hands on the doorframe. Waiting for her to open it again. She backed away, back into the room, their eyes locked. The stare unbreakable.

He walked into the room, far enough to turn around and close the door, and turn the deadbolt. They both stood, facing each other. Eyes to eyes. Waiting. Waiting. She held onto the dresser for support.

And then he broke.

He moved toward her, fast, throwing her over his shoulder and dropping her onto the bed. Crawling over her, his mouth found hers again, kissing her hard, all tongues, as their hands pulled and ripped at each others clothes, up and off and away, his mouth again on her neck, pushing her shirt up and out of the way, finding her hard nipples with his fingers, and hearing her sigh as she ripped through the buttons of his shirt, losing some along the way and down to the button of his jeans, rolling him over to pull them off and fighting him, pulling her body to him, stopping her, to kiss her again, and pull her nipple to his mouth.

His hot, wet mouth worked her nipple, his tongue teasing it and twirling around it, and her fingers did scratch his back now, holding on, and she tried to quiet herself but instead she was loud, so loud, it was too long and too much.

And she pushed his mouth away, and found it with hers and moved her mouth down his chest, pushing his shirt off, down to his jeans and pulling them off and everything out of the way to find his dick with her hands, her mouth, and he, he closed his eyes and arched his back as she swallowed him, starving, licking and sucking him. She was in blissful heaven giving him a blow job.

After kissing him, its all she ever wanted to do, on her knees, sucking him, working him with her tongue, making him crazy, hot, out of control, working his dick expertly with her mouth and tongue, teasing him with her fingers, moving down to take his balls in her mouth and work them with her tongue while she stroked his wet dick up and down with her hands and then taking him in her mouth again.

She twirled her mouth in a circle as she worked him in and out of her mouth and his fingers dug into the bed, making fists and she was getting wetter with his every reaction and just so hot from sucking his dick.

Her brain was focused on just this, and she could feel herself starting to come from sucking him, feeling him get harder, working the tip of his dick with her tongue, circling it over and over, so sensitive, circling and circling until she knew he wanted to slide inside her mouth again, was waiting, but she kept circling and then, just beyond when she knew he wanted her to suck him down her throat again, she did, swallowing him, working her tongue back and forth under him, in and out of her hot mouth, her wet mouth, just a little faster, holding the base of his dick in her fingers, teasing it and stroking it whenever her mouth wasn’t there.

He had completely lost control and could not think about anything but more of her mouth. It felt that fucking good. More. Faster. He felt dirty again, hot and dirty watching her and wanting her to do it more. They shouldn’t be doing this, it was so bad. But it made it good. So good.

She shouldn’t be sucking his dick until his eyes rolled back into his head. But she so fucking was. And watching her, he knew there was nothing he could have done to stop her. Faster she went now, so fast, and he could hear her and see that she was coming while she did it, and inched him closer, closer, closer, and in and out, in and out he slid of her mouth, her fingers stroking him, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue unstoppable, just a little faster, faster.

“Faster,” he whispered and she smiled up at him. And went faster, so fast, faster, and he could feel it starting, rumbling inside him, his buried his fingers in her hair, and pulled so hard and she knew why, saving her hardest and fastest sucking for the end, harder, licking him in circles, fast, in and out and in and out, and then she could feel him shudder and shake and he came, came hard, and she held tightly to his thighs, keeping him as deep inside her mouth as she could while he came, coaxing him to keep coming with her tongue until they were both spent. Half-dressed, she crawled up next to him and lay on her back, her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Neither of them moved for a while. He heard her laugh softly to herself.

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The following is part of an elaborate story series that will explore a vast number of themes in kink. The themes explored in each chapter are highlighted beforehand so you can make your own decision if you would like to continue reading. All characters depicted are fictional and over 18 years of age.

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Themes in this Chapter: Threesome (MMF), Cunnilingus, Bisexual Sex

** Prelude from Pt. 1:

One of the most prestigious courting schools in the galaxy is the Bernulhi Academy. As such it is also one of the most selective. To gain admittance, candidates are expected to complete and send in a portfolio describing each of their physical and mental attributes in great detail. The portfolio must be accompanied by an audition tape specially made for the application; a 30-minute video where the candidate must masturbate in front of the camera. During the audition the candidate is not allowed to interact with any other human partner, but aside from that is permitted to use any material, toy or lubricant to pleasure themselves. They are also allowed to be nude, partially clothed or even fully clothed during the act. Orgasm is also not necessary, but self-gratification must be evident in order to achieve a high score i.e. faking it may not grant you very good marks.

Of the millions of applications that come flying in each year, the vast majority of them will get disqualified due to violation of rules for the audition. Of those that remain, the audition tapes are vetted carefully and scored, and only a handful of candidates are selected and invited to the institute for an in-person physical test.

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** Part 3: Ken, Evie and Jace, continued

“Evelyn’s turn,” Regina commanded with a sly smile.

By this point they all knew what that meant. Evelyn seemed to almost jump up in anticipation as she heard this. The two men approached her slowly and gently began to undress her. As Ken could tell from the start she had beautiful voluptuous breasts. Ken kissed her, eager to exchange the residual tastes of Jace’s cock, balls and asshole with each other. Evie reciprocated right away in what amounted to a long and illegal bahis deep kiss, as if shared between two lifelong lovers. Once they broke apart, Ken did not need much more of a cue; he began to lick down her neck. It took Jace a moment to catch on but he was soon following his example. Taking one each, the two men licked every inch of her gorgeous breasts, from the underside to her cleavage. They then suckled on her pink nipples that stood as hard as diamonds. Occasionally Ken would stop to give them a gentle teasing slap before continuing munching down on them. Evie seemed to appreciate it as she always moaned harder after a quick slap. Then he made his way down to her waist, and finally, her godly thighs.

With two fingers, Ken tousled her short patch of pubic hair. At the same time he landed several kisses all across her thighs, working his way around her crotch. He circled her clitoris several times teasingly, then pinched it tightly with two fingers and spat on it. He inserted the middle fingers of his other hand in her mouth, soaking up as much of her juices as he could find. Then lining up his wet fingers against her crotch, he ever so gently traced it up and down before finally plunging it down her sobbing wet pussy. Evie moaned uncontrollably in response. All the while Ken gripped her clitoris tightly with his other hand but not touching it directly. He inserted his fingers back and forth into her pussy a few more times and then began tonguing her clitoris. After several more seconds Ken finally backed off and let her breathe.

She was panting heavily now, drenched in head to toe in sweat and saliva. Ken glanced over at Jace to see him eagerly stroking his cock in anticipation.

“I’m ready. Come here, sweetie,” Evie motioned over to Jace encouragingly. Ken realized he was not the only was nervous from his inexperience.

Jace walked over uncomfortably to Evie. Ken realized he would need to help him out a bit, so he knelt down and started guiding his cock with his hand. He spat some saliva into it and it appeared to breathe new life into the organ. It was strange; barely half an hour ago Ken had never touched another man’s penis in his life. But the recurring arousal and denial from the day’s activities, as well as an eagerness to impress his illegal bahis siteleri new friends made Ken quite unable to stop himself from immersing in it completely. The tip of Jace’s wet penis touched the Evie’s drenched opening for several seconds as if the two were greeting each other. Then it swooshed in as an uncontrollable yelp escaped Evie’s lips. Before long Jace was hammering into her pussy hard, as if he was a natural. Enjoying the view and the sweat and the noises as he knelt touching the two of them, Ken began stroking his own cock.

After several dozen rabid insertions Jace pulled out his dripping cock, much to both of their dismay. “I want you to taste it. I want you to taste her,” Jace remarked to Ken. Kneeling closely beside the couple, Ken did as he was told and took as much of the cock as he could in his mouth, tossing it around. “Mmm.” The combined salty and sour juices enveloped in mouth and almost brought tears to his eyes.

Ken stopped and moved over to Evie and offered her a taste as well. They ensued another long and deep kiss, exploring each others’ tongues, while Jace continued thrusting into her once again. The three remained locked in that embrace for a few more minutes, rubbing their genitals and sweat against each other. Ken was deeply aroused from watching the two of them and knew he wanted her now.

Ken circled around to Evie’s back and started licking her neck and behind her ears vigorously, matching the tempo at which Jace pounded her pussy. He pinched her nipples and rubbed them together as Evie responded loudly in excruciating pleasure. “I want you in me, Ken! At the same time! I want you boys to fuck my pussy and asshole!”

Ken always appreciated a chance to try anal. But in this particular circumstance he was ecstatic. He slipped his middle and ring fingers inside her mouth once again, shutting her up, while simultaneously sucking up her drool, that she seemed to be producing ample of at the current moment. Then using the moisture from his hands he dressed the rims of her anus. Then he spat on his own cock and rubbed it against the outskirts of her asshole. “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me now!” Evie pleaded, clearly exasperated but wanting more.

Ken did so, pushing his penis inside against heavy. “Aaaaaah,” she screamed. canlı bahis siteleri Evie’s asshole felt tight and even with all that lubricant, Ken had to synchronize his efforts with Jace to be able to get it in halfway. Jace seemed to understand this well. So they locked eyes, clasped their hands with each other and started ramming into each other. “Oh my Gooood!”, Evie moaned in agony and delight.

Ken had given anal before, but this felt completely different. The two cocks bouncing so close to each other, separated only by the thin stretch of flesh of Evie’s asshole. After all this time and anticipation, the three were finally united. They each thrust their bodies incessantly, as if part of one, perfectly predicting each other’s needs.

Unable to keep his lips idle for too long, Ken closed his free wrist around Evie’s neck and bit down on her shoulders.

“Oh, my god!” Evie responded, “Yes!”

Jace, not willing to feel left out, starting sucking her right breast as the three were brought closer and closer to closure.

“Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Yes!”

Ken tightened his grip around her neck. He increased his tempo of ramming into her asshole. It had loosened up considerably by this point so that he was able to insert the entire length of it completely. What a magnificent asshole! What a magnificent body! Evie was a goddess in Ken’s mind and he was intent on ripping it apart. But he knew he had to finish her soon, otherwise he would not last.

Jace followed suit to match Ken’s tempo. Evie’s screams were changed to mindless moans. The two endured a few more violent thrusts, and then Ken felt Evie’s entire body begin to convulse. Taking note of this, Ken quickly grabbed Jace’s ass to gain the control of their combined penetrations. The two of them made one final push all the way inside of Evie, squishing in her delicate flesh like a meat grinder. Ken felt a thousand steel hammers coming down on his sensitive cock as his world went black. Evie’s convulsions intensified as she felt an explosion of pure white pleasure around her loins as oodles of warm liquid burst all over her entrails, like a pipe bursting under pressure. The two of them stood motionless in that position spilling all of their gooey juices to fill up Evie, as she contorted uncontrollably.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” this time the moan was a combination of all three of them.

Finally everything went numb, and the three of them collapsed on the floor in an embrace, panting and swimming in each other’s filth.

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Eşim çalıştığı iş yerinde yetkili pozisyondaydı ve bir gün iş yerlerinde ölümlü bir iş kazası gerçekleşti. Eşim ve patronu gözaltına alınmışlardı. Patronu tutuklandı, eşim ise tutuksuz yargılanmak üzere serbest kaldı fakat patronunu dışarı çıkartmak için sürekli avukat ile birlikte adliyeler arasında mekik dokuyor, sabahları evden çıkıyor akşamları ise geç vakit geliyordu. Avukatın bayan olduğunu bir sabah eşim daha evden çıkmadan aradığında anlamıştım ve içten içe avukat ile aralarında bir ilişki olduğunu düşünmeye başlamıştım ve bu düşünce benim içimi kemirip duruyordu. Bu duygular içerisinde kıvranırken bir de eşim sürekli geç geldiği için ben de o sıralar internette okey oynamaya başlamıştım ve bu süre uzadıkça okey arkadaşlarımın bir çoğu ile özel konuları da konuşmaya başlamıştık hatta bir çoğu ile msn den görüşmeye bile başladık. Bursa’dan Vedat diye 44 yaşında dul olduğunu söyleyen biri bana bayağı ilgi gösteriyor ve ilk başlarda eşime haksızlık ettiğimi bile söyleyerek takdirimi kazanıyordu. Bir süre sonra ben yine aynı şeylerden bahsetmeye devam edince; mademki bu kadar kafana takıyorsun sen de sanal olarak bir ilişki yaşa bu kişi de ben olayım dedi. İlk başlarda tepkim çok olumlu olmasa da bir süre sonra yazışmalarımızda aşkım-bebeğim demeye başladı bana ben de ona aynı şekilde yazıyordum. Seni görmek istiyorum dediğinde kamera açarak birbirimizi gördük. Çok yakışıklı sayılmazdı ama bana gösterdiği ilgi beni ona bağlamaya başlamıştı. Kocamın eve geç gelmeleri artık önemli değildi hatta ne kadar geç gelirse aşkıma o kadar fazla vakit ayırabiliyordum. Sabahları çocuklar okula gittikten akşamları çocuklar yattıktan sonra rahta rahat kameradan görüşüyorduk. Bir gün akşam kocamla seks yapmıştık ve ertesi gün kalktığımda banyo yapmış, havluya sarılmış bir şekilde PC başına oturmuştum. Msn’e girince Vedat’ın online olduğunu gördüm ve titreşim gönderdim. İş yerindeydi ve hemen kamera daveti gönderdi, beni havluya sarılmış ve saçlarım ıslak bir şekilde görünce bir anda erotik şekilde konuşmaya başladı. Telefon ile sekreterine; bir saat boyunca ne telefon ne de ziyaretçi gönderme sakın dedi ve biz konuşmaya başladık. Sanki PC’nin içinden gelerek beni sikecekmiş gibiydi. Konuşmaları ile tahrik etti beni ve havluyu üzerimden atmamı istedi ama ben eşimle sevişirken bile karanlığı tercih ediyordum. Israrı bitmek bilmedi ben de perdeleri kapattım ve havluyu üzerimden atıverdim, şimdi çırılçıplaktım karşısında ve o sözleri ile beni tahrik ediyor ben de kendimi kurcalıyordum. O da kameradan sikini çıkarmış bana doğru uzatmıştı. Sanki o an karşılıklı sevişiyorduk ve ikimiz de karşılıklı olarak boşalmıştık.
Uzun sayılacak bir süre böyle sanal sevişmeye devam ettik ve Vedat bir gün telefon etti ve İstanbul’da olduğunu söyledi. Buluşalım dediğinde önce çekindim ama her yerimi gösterdiğim adam bana en fazla sanala olarak yaptığı şeyleri gerçekte yapardı ve ben de bunu arzuluyordum zaten. Kocamı aradım, nasılsın falan dedim,akşama gecikeceğini söyledi.Ben de çocukları okula yollar yollamaz doğru Yenikapı Feribot iskelesine gittim. Gelmişti, hemen tanıdık birbirimizi. Kaybedecek zamanımız yoktu ve hemen en yakında bulunan Zeytinburnu’nda ki İbiş Otel’e gittik. Önce o kaydını yaptırdı ve odasını belirledi, ben de lobiden asansör ile odasının bulunduğu kata çıktım. Kapısı açıktı,beni bekliyordu. İçeri girmemle birlikte dudaklarıma yumulmuştu ve ben de ona karşılık veriyordum. Tek parça elbisemi kalçalarıma kadar yukarı çekmiş ve sıkıyordu kalçalarımı.Ben de dudaklarını öpüyor sikini avuçluyordum pantolonunun üzerinden, kemerini çözdüm hemen,sikini dışarı çıkardım ve külotumun arasından yerine yerleştirdim. Amımın üzerinden sürtünerek çıldırtıyordu beni.
O ise kıyafetimin düğmelerini çözmüş ve elbisemi belime indirmişti. Sutyenimi bir çırpıda çözmüş ve göğüslerimi ortaya çıkarmıştı. Uçları dimdik olmuş göğüslerimi ısırıyor ben ise zevkten kuduruyordum. Odada ki yatağın üzerine düştüğümüzde, artık siki de etrafta sürtünmeyi bırakmış ve sırılsıklam olmuş amımın içine girmeye başlamıştı. 18 yıldır evli olmama rağmen amım hiç genişlememiştir. Ne güzel kız amı gibi amın var diye fısıldıyordu kulağıma, ben de ona boz kızı paramparça et o daracık amı diyerek tahrik ediyordum onu. Biraz sonra içimdeydi ve ben kasılmaya ve boşalmaya başlamıştım bile. Onun ise öyle bir niyeti yoktu. Memelerimin ucunu kopartıyor, dudaklarımı resmen yutuyordu. Bir süre içimde gidip geldi sonra içimden çıktı ve boynumdan göğüslerime oradan göbeğime ve amıma gömdü kafasını. Bu zamana kadar hiç almadığım bir şekilde zevk alıyordum, dilini bir sik gibi ta diplere kadar sokuyor ve beni bir kez daha boşaltıyordu. Artık yorgun düşmüştüm ben ama onda hala boşalmaya niyet yoktu ve ben onun nereye boşalmayı düşündüğünü öğrendiğimde içimi korku kaplamıştı. Çünkü beni yatağın üzerinde dört ayak üzerine domaltıp arka kapımı zorlamaya başlamıştı. Eşim götümden sikmek istediği için neredeyse boşanacaktım ama Vedat yavaş yavaş amımdan akan sular ile götümü yumuşatmaya ve sikilmeye hazır hale getirmişti. Yapmasak olmaz mı dediğimde ise; ben ta Bursa’dan sırf bu göt için geldim, am her yerde var kaltak dedi. Kaltak kelimesi beni inanılmaz tahrik etmişti, sik o zaman o kaltağın götünü hayvan diye haykırdım. Amımın sıvılarına biraz da banyo jeli getirdi ve artık mantarlı kısmı içeriye doğru girmeye başlamıştı bile. Canım yanıyor ama bu deneyimi de istiyordum. Vedat da çok yavaş hareket ediyor canımı yakmamaya gayret ediyordu. Derin nefes alıp veriyordum ve her nefes alışımda sikinin bir boğumu içime gömülüyordu. Sonunda tamamen içimdeydi ve ağır hareketler ile götümü sikmeye başlamıştı. ben de ilk defa yaşadığım bu deneyimin hazzını almaya çalışıyordum ama canım da acıyordu. Siki içimde gidip gelirken taşakları da gidiş gelişlerinde amıma dokunuyor ve bu beni çıldırtıyordu. Biraz sonra hızlanmaya başladığında yarağında ki damarların hareketlenmeye başladığını hissetmiştim ve döl sıvıları götümün içine akmaya başlamıştı. Boşalması bittiğinde aleti küçülmeden hızlı bir hareketle tekrar amıma alıvermiştim. Çünkü az evvel o götümü sikerken amıma değen taşakları beni fena yapmıştı. Ateş gibi amıma, yarağın girmesi ile birlikte coşmuştum artık. Yaklaşık bir dakika sürdü boşalmam. Kaskatı olmuştum, titremelerim ve kasılmalarım bitmek bilmiyordu. İkimizde yorgunluktan bitap düşmüş,yatağın üzerine yığılmıştık.Ben yüzü koyun yatıyordum Vedat da üzerimdeydi,siki de amımın içinde küçülmeye başlamıştı. Bir süre öylece kalmışız ve biraz sonra benim artık bir duş alıp çıkmam gerekli, çocuklar okuldan gelirler diyerek banyoya geçtim ve yıkanmaya başladım.Kapıyı kapatma gereği duymamıştım ki beklediğim anın gelmesi çok uzun sürmedi. Vedat banyonun kapısında belirmiş ve sikini ovuşturuyordu. Küvetin içine girdi ben ayaktaydım. Diz üstü çöktüm ve beni zevkin doruklarına uçuran o muhteşem siki ağzıma alıp büyütmeye başladım. Biraz sonra ağzımın içine sığmaz olmuştu ve ben ayağa kalkarak; ateşli âşıkları buluşturalım artık, sok onu yerine dedim. Bir ayağımı küvetin kenarına koyarak içime rahat girmesini sağladım ve ayak ta sikişin keyfine varıyordum. Su üzerimizden akıyor, ikimiz de ıslak ıslak sevişiyorduk. Memelerimi sıkıyor, dudaklarımı emiyordu ve en güzeli o muhteşem siki ile beni doruklara ulaştırıyordu. Biraz sonra ben boşalıyorum dedi. Problem yok aşkım sal tohumlarını içime spiralim var dedim. Benim de artık dayanacak halim kalmamıştı ve içime boşalmaya başladığı anda benim de Nirvana’ya ulaşmam gerçekleşmişti. Resmen işiyor gibi boşalıyordum. Zevk sularım akan suya karışmıştı. Banyodan çıktık ve giyindik ama ikimizde bitap düşmüştük. Vedat; Ben şimdi feribotta uyurum Bursa’ya gidene kadar dedi. Ben de; bu sevişme artık bana on beş gün gider dedim, gülüştük. Onu Yenikapı’dan yolcu ettim dudaklarını öperek ve gitti. Sonrasında en az ayda iki kez geliyordu ve İbiş Otel bizim aşk yuvamız olmuştu.Ta ki kocamın işleri normale dönüp bu ilişkiyi bilgisayar yazışmalarımızdan ve telefon dökümlerinden öğrenene kadar. Beni sağlam bi dövdü. Bir hafta hastanede yattım, sonra da topladı göçü buraya getirdi bizi.

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