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I looked out at the thrashing seas. It was really starting to churn out there, and the skies were darkening ominously. Any good riding waves were long gone. Maybe it would have been better to evacuate, I thought. There was no one else on the beach, and maybe no one on the whole peninsula, for all I knew. Then I saw the lone car coming toward me, its shape almost obscured by the blowing sand. I thought I knew who it was.

Sure enough, it was the police. The loudspeaker blared unreasonably loud. “You, there,” it said. “You have been ordered to evacuate. Please exit the beach immediately, and head for the mainland.”

I squinted at the windows, but I couldn’t make out whether there was one officer in the car, or twenty. The salt spray had made them semi-obscure. I waved at the car and turned toward the approach, fighting to keep my surfboard from being blown out of my hands. As I glanced back, I saw the car slowly following me up the beach ramp. I walked back to it, and waited for the window to come down. It dropped an inch.

“I’m having a little trouble with the wind,” I said to the officer, whose eyes peered at me from the tiny opening he had created. He looked at me like he didn’t believe me. Suddenly, the wind reversed, and my board smacked the patrol car just behind his door.

“Get in,” was all he said. I opened the rear door and fought to get the surfboard lined up to go in.

“HEY!”

I felt the nose of my board contact something, and a girl leaned across the seat toward me. “You trying to kill me with this thing?” she yelled, then took hold of the rails and pulled it in across her lap. I jumped in, and the wind slammed the door shut behind me.

“Sorry,” I offered, and smiled at her. She smiled back, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute she was. She was young, probably about 20, and had long sun-streaked blonde hair, loosely tied with a half dozen little scrunchies of various colors. Freckles on her cheeks, green eyes, and the whitest teeth I had ever seen completed the picture. My smile immediately increased. “What’s your name?” I asked.

Before she could answer, the police officer in the front seat said, “Non-evacuee, just like yours.” I rolled my eyes upward, and she giggled.

“Yep,” she said. “That’s me. Ol’ Non-evacuee. Your parents run out of normal names, too?”

I liked her immediately. “No, my mom worked for FEMA,” I deadpanned, “and that was the only name approved by the agency. That, and Catastrophic.”

She giggled again, a child-like and yet somehow sexy little laugh. Then, seemingly embarrassed, she turned and looked pensively out her side window. I took the moment to look more closely at her.

She wasn’t the snappiest dresser. She wore a pair of sweat- pants and a baggy military-style jacket. Not exactly the Hilfiger or ENYCE I would have expected someone of her age to be dressed in, but somehow it worked for her. Well, I had on just a pair of baggies and a torn long-sleeve t-shirt, so who was I to criticize?

“Where are you taking us?” she suddenly asked of our driver. He gave no immediate answer, and I realized he was listening to his police radio. The call was giving out information about some other people who apparently hadn’t evacuated as ordered, but they were in the next community up the coast.

“The local hospital,” he said, satisfied that he wouldn’t have to take the call. “They’re the designated shelter for this area. You ever think about listening to the radio when there’s a hurricane approaching?”

“Cumberland, or Holy Trinity?” I asked. I hoped it wasn’t Trinity. My mother had taken me there once when I broke my arm, years ago, and I had a bad reaction to the tetanus shot they had given me. I hadn’t been back there in over 40 years. Superstitious, I guess.

“It’ll be Cumberland,” he informed us. “Trinity’s evacuated.” I thought about this for a moment. It must be a bad one, I realized, to evacuate a 150-bed hospital! Guess I should pay more attention to the news from now on. I glanced over at the girl, and she was looking at me, with a worried look in her eyes.

“Stacy,” she said.

We were let out at the entrance to the hospital, and ordered to register at the front desk, in order to be given a place to sleep. As we entered, I was amazed at the sheer number of people inside. They lined both sides of the main corridor, most clutching pillows and bags of food and belongings. I was asked to leave my surfboard in a room behind the desk, which I reluctantly did. We registered, were shown into some kind of conference room with the chairs stacked against one wall, and chose a section of the floor upon which to sleep. Then we got these thin mattresses from a stack and laid them down.

“Well, I guess this is home,” I said to Stacy, propping myself up on one arm on the mattress. It actually wasn’t too bad; not as lumpy as the bed in my apartment.

Stacy settled onto her pallet with a skeptical look on her face. “I’d rather be home,” she said, and she looked suddenly very young gaziantep escort reklamları and scared. I asked her where home was, and she told me, “A long way from here.” Then, after some gentle prompting, she began to talk, softly.

Over the course of the next hour, she told me about how she came to leave home, how she met up with some other girls, and how together they shared an apartment. The others had fled back to their homes and their parents when the evacuation order came out, but Stacy had burned that bridge, so she decided to ride the storm out.

“Then that cop saw me outside, and ordered me into the car,” she said. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone out, but I wanted to watch the ocean.”

I told her I had wanted to ride the storm surf, so I hid out in the dunes until all the traffic had gone. Then I snuck down the beach a ways, looking for a good place to go out, but the waves kept getting more and more angry, and I began to realize I was too old to do battle with that kind of ocean.

“In fact, I think I aged a couple of years, just looking at those waves,” I laughed. “I never was a big-wave rider.”

I noticed she was studying my face thoughtfully. “How old are you?” she asked. “And by the way, just what is your name?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s Brad,” I answered. “And I’m old enough to be your father.” Damn, I thought, that was a stupid thing to say!”

She smiled, however, and said, “I doubt that.”

This girl knew just what to say! And suddenly I felt younger again, just as I did when out riding the waves. Young girls, I thought, and the sea: Now, that was a formula that could keep you young forever!

We talked into the evening, me telling her about my breakup with my former wife and my subsequent life as a nomadic carpenter, making just enough money to live, and living to surf; she telling me about her own life since leaving home, how she had been living with two card-carrying lesbians and one religious fanatic, and more. As she talked, it seemed to me that she was really struggling with her sexuality as of late. She haltingly told me about having become sexually intimate with each of the two lesbians. They had at first fought over her, until she decided she was in love with each of them, and convinced them of the fact that they could share her. It had progressed from there, until she had become something that they used now, more than loved. She admitted that she still actually kind of enjoyed it, and yet she had the same old sexual urges she had always had, and wished for a steady boyfriend.

“But you’re so cute,” I offered. “You must have guys standing in line outside your door.” I know I would have gladly stood in that line!

“Yeah, guys,” she said slowly. “But, decent guys, guys you want to spend more than one night with…” She seemed lost in thought. Finally she said, “Guys like you, who will listen, and who seem to care about what I think, those are hard to find.”

I cracked a smile. “Hey,” I joked, “I just want to hear more about what those girls have been doing to you!”

She laughed out loud at that, and shook her head. “I may tell you one day, but for now I prefer to let you use your imagination.” I didn’t tell her, but my mind had been quite active, lately! I had already imagined her in half a dozen different scenarios. Nothing like the thought of two women going at it, to fire up a man’s lust! Well, her mood had brightened considerably lately, as if she were glad to have that particular burden off her shoulders. We talked until mealtime.

After we ate, they told us were free to use the resident’s showers, and gave us towels. I joined the men in the west wing, and Stacy traipsed off with a bunch of the females to the showers at the far end of the main building. I was clean, shaven, and feeling alive again when she got back. As she entered the conference room, though, every eye went to her.

She had evidently been wearing only a tiny blue bikini under those baggy sweats and camo jacket, and that was all she wore when she returned, cradling her other clothes in her arms. Her long blonde hair had been shampooed, and was now loose. It fell in wild damp waves across her shoulders and down her back. She looked at me and smiled, and those teeth shone like pearls against her tanned face. All conversation had stopped, and someone at the far end of the room whistled softly.

“Oh my god,” she gushed, dropping her clothes onto her bedding and lowering herself to her knees on the mattress. “I feel so much better!”

I tried to keep my eyes off her lean, tanned body, but it was no use. “You certainly look great,” I said, stating the obvious. I was once again imagining her with her two lesbian roommates. In my mind at the moment, she was caught in a tug-of-war between two expertly-wielded strap-on cocks, the blue bikini top rolled up over those perky breasts, the bottoms stretched tightly between her knees. I could see her face, contorted in pleasure.

Whoa, I told myself. Let’s keep some control, here!

We immediately renewed our conversation from before, this time focusing on my younger days, and we talked until someone came and turned off the lights.

“Well, goodnight,” I said, as she pulled a sheet up over her shoulders, and she smiled over at me.

“No kiss?”

I didn’t know if she was joking or not, but I leaned over her, and she opened her mouth as I placed mine over hers. Her tongue lightly touched my lips, and she sighed. Then she rolled over, saying, “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” I drifted off, smiling smugly to myself. Of course, I dreamed about her.

I awoke with a major hard-on, and I was very pleasantly surprised to feel her arm across my waist, and her hand on my cock. She had worked it halfway out the top of my baggies, and was stroking the head slowly. “What time is it?” I asked, struggling to read the Indiglo of my watch in the semi-darkness.

“Shhhh,” she whispered. “Everyone else is asleep. I’ve decided it’s time for you to get lucky.” Then she began to tug down on the waistband of my suit, and I raised my hips to help her lower it. I rolled over on my back, and she pulled it down almost to my knees. “Uh, huh,” was all she said, as she began to slide down my body.

I watched her intently as she moved toward my cock, finally encircling the base of it with her tiny hand. She gave the head a quick lick before settling her body in between my legs. Looking around quickly, she lowered her mouth onto me and began to suck.

It was a terrific blowjob. She had evidently learned to deep-throat by practicing with her roommates’ tools, because once she had my cock sufficiently lubricated with her saliva, she slid me deep into her throat with hardly a pause. Then her tongue began to swab the base of my shaft as she rested her nose against my belly. She looked up at me with her beautiful face impaled on my manhood, and winked.

“Mmmmmm,” I muttered, smiling down at her, careful not to awaken my sleeping neighbors, but anxious to show her my appreciation of her cocksucking skills. She responded with a little moan of her own, and began to work her mouth back up the length of my throbbing fuckstick. It was deliciously slow, pausing at the top to encircle the helmet with her tongue a few times. A quick couple of sucks, and then she eased her face slowly back down again. After five minutes of this, I was ready to blow my load right down her throat.

She sensed the tightening of my balls, and took a new tack, licking up and down the sides of my cock shaft as she fondled my nutsack. While it was pleasurable, it was a whole new set of sensations, and took the edge off my intense desire to orgasm. Once she had me under control again, she began to repeat her deep-throating technique, still watching my face the whole time. She was in no hurry, bringing me near release a half-dozen times, then slowing things back down each time. At one point I looked toward the middle of the room, and saw a woman lying on her side, her elbow on the floor supporting her head as she watched us. She smiled at me.

Stacy worshipped my dick for nearly half an hour, never departing from her slow teasing routine of bringing me to the breaking point, and then backing me back down. My balls ached for release. I knew that if she tried to mount me now, I wouldn’t last three strokes, and I didn’t want to waste the precious time I might get in her pussy. I wanted to fill her pretty face with my cum! As I tried to buck up into her mouth one last time, though, she drew her head back, and began to crawl back up to me.

“Let’s go someplace,” she whispered, and kissed me deeply. I returned her kiss, my tongue probing her magical mouth, and I tasted my pre-cum on her teeth. Reluctantly, I pulled my baggies back up my legs, tucked my still-throbbing cock into the front of them, and followed her from the room.

Taking my hand, she led me down one hall and then another, up stairs and around corners, trying doors as we went. At last we found an unlocked office, and cautiously entered, straining in the darkness to see whether it was occupied. It seemed empty, and best of all, it had a large window that allowed us to hear and see the ferocious gusts that were pummeling the side of the building. I knew the hurricane must be almost upon us.

Indeed, the winds were howling and the rain beat like a drum against the glass as we cleared the desktop of all the personal and business items. Papers, a computer keyboard, a picture of someone’s husband and children, a stapler and lots of paper clips; all went onto the floor. I watched Stacy’s ass in the half-light as she bent over the desk, clad in the tiny blue bikini bottom. It was smooth and muscular, her pussy hanging like a juicy plum between those lean thighs. I was instantly hard again.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning to me with an expectant look, and I leered at her.

“I think if I was any hornier, I’d be banging this file cabinet!” I said. I moved toward her, and she melted into my arms. After a long, lingering kiss, she looked up at me and asked a question.

“Hey! Want to play a little game?”

I slowly agreed, and asked what the game would entail. I mostly wanted to get my throbbing cock inside those pussy walls, to feel her young tightness gripping me the way I had imagined it would. She had pretty much the same idea, but with an interesting twist.

“Remember when you said you were old enough to be my father?” she said with a coy look on her face. “Well, it got me to fantasizing…”

I picked up on her thoughts immediately, and backed away from her. I had been fantasizing about just such a thing as I fell asleep. Now I stood with my arms crossed, a stern look on my face.

“Stacy!” I said loudly, and she flinched at the sound of my voice. It seemed unnaturally loud in the half-light of the room, and the winds outside served as an exclamation point.

“Yes, daddy?”

I advanced on her again, this time keeping my arms crossed. “Just what have you been doing here, little girl?” I asked accusingly.

She stammered, “I, I haven’t…I didn’t do anything.” She looked genuinely scared, as if maybe she thought I was getting into this a little too much.

I reached for her hand, and held it tightly by the wrist. “Have you been playing with yourself, perhaps?” I asked. “Because I distinctly smell the scent of an aroused pussy in here.” I drew her hand to my nose, and sniffed her fingers, one by one.

“That’s not the one, daddy,” she said, dipping her other hand into the front of her bikini bottom. She looked at me and smiled. “This is the one that I use.”

She slowly withdrew her hand, and I saw her middle finger leave a slippery trail across her belly as she raised it to show me. I could already smell her sex. She brought the lucky finger to her mouth and pursed her lips. Then she began to lick it like an ice cream cone.

“Mmmm, daddy, this is good,” she said wickedly. “You should try this.”

“Oh, I will,” I said, “but first I think you need a good spanking.” I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. “Now, bend over that desk!”

She did as I asked, bracing herself with her hands on the far side of the desktop. I rolled the bikini bottom down over her hips. Her ass stuck out so invitingly that I wanted to take her right there, but this game had me intrigued. She wiggled her legs, and the suit fell to the floor, where she stepped out of it.

“Is this…okay?” she asked, looking expectantly at me. Her eyes were full of lust and her breathing came quickly, as if she couldn’t wait for me to begin her punishment. I rubbed my hand in circles over the hardness of her muscular butt as she spread her legs expectantly.

“Not much fat here,” I observed. “You think you can take this?” I popped her a quick one with the flat of my hand on her left cheek.

“Ow!”

She jumped with the surprise of my slap, though I knew it didn’t hurt that much. Well, the first few wouldn’t…

Smack!

Smack-smack!

I evened up my assault with a couple of open-handed smacks to her right cheek. Already I could see the flush my blows had brought to her skin. This time she didn’t cry out, but stood tightly gripping the desk edge, her head down, long hair hiding her face. I ran my hand up her back and around, slipping inside the cup of her bikini top. Her breast was warm and smooth, and just filled my hand. She pulled the cups of her top up over her breasts herself, giving me free access. I tweaked the nipple, and she flinched under my touch. Then I slid my hand back down her back and between her ass cheeks, letting my middle finger slide smoothly down into her boiling cunt.

“Ohhhh, yes,” she sighed. Her young pussy instantly gripped my finger and held it tightly. I worked it in and out a couple of times, slowly.

“Like that?” I asked, and she moaned, her legs already shaking. Her head came up, and she gasped once.

“God, yeah!” She began to move forward and back, trying to impale herself further on my intruding digit, but I kept just the fingertip in now, teasing her glistening lips and stroking her already engorged clitoris.

“Oooh, put it in me,” she begged. “I want it deep inside me.”

Instead, I palmed her pussy and stroked her throbbing clit with my fingertips for a bit, then patted it with the flat of my hand a half-dozen times. She threw her head back and breathed deeply. I penetrated her again, this time with two fingers, all the way to the last knuckle.

“Oh, GOD!” she yelled. She spread her legs even wider, wanting more. I wasn’t through teasing her, though.

I withdrew my fingers and rained a pair of blows on her rosy ass again, making sure to hit each cheek evenly. My hand was now covered with her juices, and it smacked wetly on the tight skin of her ass.

Smack!

Smack!

“Ah, Godddddd!” she breathed, and I knew that the pain was turning into pleasure for her. I dipped my fingers into her again. She was drenched. I could see the juices running down the inside of each thigh in long shiny trails. She held her ass high, waiting for whatever I might decide to do next. Her legs shook wildly.

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A good hotel room isn’t only about the view, the cleanliness of the sheets, the fluffiness of the towels. A good hotel room has a bed with a headboard that has some kind of rungs; it has a large ice bucket and wineglasses; it has soundproof walls. And it has a plain, straight-backed wooden chair. Preferably with silk scarves at the ready.

They came in from shopping, their arms filled with parcels. Setting the bags down on the bed, they stripped off their coats and shoes. Noses red from the cold, they kissed softly. He looked into her glittering eyes, wondering if this was the right moment to use his last dare. He knew that he trusted her… but did he trust himself? Taking a deep breath, he smiled at her. Her answering smile lit up her face and shone radiantly from her eyes. “I dare you,” he said quietly.

Her brow wrinkled slightly in concern, sensing his hesitation. But he knew that if he did not do this, he would regret it. She laid her hand against his cheek, her fingers warm on his still-cold skin. She pressed her lips to his briefly, then rested her head on his shoulder, waiting patiently. He continued to take slow, deep breaths, summoning the courage. Finally he spoke, and she lifted her head to watch his face. “I dare you,” he said, “to take control… do whatever you want with me… I am yours.”

Her eyes widened. She looked at him seriously, seeming to weigh his words. “You want me to dominate you… make you submit to me?”

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“I submit to you.”

She smiled. They both knew that this was one of her darkest fantasies. “Take your clothes off,” she said abruptly, turning her back on him and hanging her coat in the closet and closing the closet door. She walked to her suitcase and rummaged inside it. When she turned, he was standing next to the bed, fully naked. “Very good,” she said approvingly. Grabbing the desk chair, she dragged it out into the middle of the large room. She gestured to it, and he sat.

“Put your hands at your sides and hold onto the legs of the chair,” she said, and he did so. She tied his wrists to the legs of the chair with silk scarves, then did the same to his ankles. She took the last scarf and dragged it lightly over his naked chest, over his shoulders and across the back of his neck. He moaned softly.

Standing behind him, she removed her clothes slowly, leaving him gaziantep escort reklamları to adjust to the rather uncomfortable chair. Finally she stood behind him, totally naked. She bent over to press her lips to the back of his neck. The sudden contact startled him, and he jumped slightly. Parting her lips, she sank her teeth lightly into his neck. He went rigid, barely breathing. She released her teeth from his skin and stood up, standing just inches behind him. He relaxed slightly.

Walking around in front of him, she studied his body. As his eyes took her in, starting at her feet, moving up her legs, past her hips, over her stomach, past her breasts, and finally locked eyes with hers, his cock, already semi-erect, hardened fully. The look in her eyes was dangerous, frightening. He drew in a sharp breath. He knew she would not hurt him… but oh, the things she could do that would not hurt, but that were equally frightening. Suddenly she smiled, catching him off guard, her eyes softening as she looked down at him. Her smile was disarming, and he smiled back helplessly, caught in the headlights of her shining eyes.

So it came as a shock when her hands reached forward, digging deeply into his skin, and raked her nails down his chest, hard, drawing tiny beads of blood to the surface. He gasped, then cried out slightly. Her eyes flashed to his, suddenly cold, and his mouth closed. “Be quiet,” she said in a low voice, and he nodded.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his left nipple, her tongue flicking out, then her mouth closing over it. She sucked softly. Then her teeth closed around his nipple, biting down harder as she tugged at it, before letting it snap back. Moving to the other, she did the same, this time harder. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound, and as she straightened up she rewarded his efforts by kissing him softly, running her tongue over his lips and pressing it into his mouth. He moaned slightly as she kissed him, cock throbbing. Immediately she pulled away and silently he cursed himself. But she only sank to her knees in front of him, her head resting on his left thigh. Her breath was hot against his skin, and he tried to hold very still as it tickled the hair on his leg.

Her hands moved to the outsides of his thighs, without moving her head, and she dragged her nails roughly down his legs. Leaving red tracks again, but no blood. Somehow, this time, it didn’t hurt. He felt pain – but it didn’t hurt. Before he could finish rationalising this to himself, her mouth was on his cock. It was sudden and intense. Her mouth was hot and wet and it enveloped him tightly, and it was all he could do to bite back the moans of pleasure that rose in his throat.

Her lips stretched around his cock, she inhaled deeply, smelling the familiar scents of his body. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was tempted to abandon her plans and beg him to fuck her. Ever so slightly, his hips began to move with the motion of her mouth. Immediately, she pulled away. Standing in front of him, she glared at him.

Stepping closer, she stood with her pussy just inches from his face. The smell of her juices was intoxicating, and he leaned his head forward, his mouth seeking her soft, wet folds. Instead of pulling away, as he had half-expected her to do, she stepped closer, allowing his tongue to slip between her wet lips. She moaned as his mouth expertly caressed her pussy, pushing her hips forward into his face.

He tried his best not to moan along with her as he licked and sucked at her sweet pussy. His cock throbbed against his lower abdomen, his fingers clenched on the legs of the chair. Suddenly she pulled back from his mouth and sank down directly onto his cock, impaling herself on him. He bit his lip as hard as he could to keep quiet. She showed no such restraint as she gasped, loudly. Buried to the hilt inside her, he could not move, but sat waiting for her to begin a rhythm. Instead she remained motionless, her face just inches from his, her breasts pressed to his chest.

Pulling back, she looked at him. His nose and chin, as well as his lips, were soaked with her juices. His eyes were bright and fixed on her, shining with emotion and desire. She knew that he was dying to fuck her, to lift his hips and push his cock deeper into her pussy, to grab her hips and ass and lift her up only to bring her down again hard on his cock. She wanted it, too, wanted the exquisite release that would shortly follow. Her hands moved to untie his, but as they did so, he flicked his hips against hers.

Startled, she first moved into the sensation, but quickly realised what he had done. Lifting her hands from their intended action she raked them hard down his chest, again nearly drawing blood. As he shuddered in pain and pleasure, she lifted up and then sank down again on his cock. His head thrown back, he moaned, loud and full. The unrestrainable passion of it shocked her. She reached immediately to release his hands from their bonds, then slipped from his lap to untie his feet.

“Lay on your back on the bed,” she said, and he did. She quickly climbed on top of him, sinking back down on his cock, her pussy stretching around him to let him in deeper than before. He looked at her, questioning, and she said, “Ask nicely.”

“May I touch you, please?”

“Yes.”

His hands immediately cupped her hips, sliding around to her ass, parting her cheeks. She lifted up and then sank down again, his hands pushing her down harder, and he slipped still deeper into her aching pussy. She began to ride his cock, hard, setting a fast and furious pace. His fingers on her ass slipped between her cheeks, rubbing gently over her tight hole, causing her to jump slightly. He lifted his knees to thrust up into her with more strength, and she moaned her approval. Her hands braced on the headboard, she frantically rode his cock, feeling her clit grind against his pelvis as she did. Her wetness slipped down his cock and onto his balls, and he moaned. Her head thrown back, she pushed down harder and faster with every movement, getting so close. She looked down at him and their eyes locked. Her voice was a raspy whisper as she said, “I want you to cum when I tell you to. Can you do that?”

He nodded, his grip on her ass tightening. His index finger, slippery with her juices, continued to tease her asshole, and she moaned. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, as over and over she drove herself down on him. Feeling his balls tighten, he moaned, and she bit her lip tightly at the sound. She rocked her hips frantically against his, becoming aware of his finger slipping inside her tight hole, her clit grinding against his matted hairs, and screamed “NOW, CUM FOR ME, BABY, NOW!”

Pushing up with all his strength, he shoved his cock as deep and as hard into her as he could, feeling the delicious spasms of her pussy milking his cock as he exploded, shooting his hot load deep into her. She cried out, gripping the headboard, her thighs clamped around his.

Finally she relaxed, collapsing on his chest, breathing heavily. He put his arms around her and held her close, kissing her forehead. Lazily she opened her eyes and smiled… “My turn.”

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“Hello? Is there anybody out there?”

Jessica found herself sitting on a concrete floor in pitch black. She blindly felt around and found a chain cuffed to her right ankle. “What the—”

From the far end of the hall, a bright floodlight came on.

The sudden spark blinded Jessica. She placed a hand to her brow as the dots slowly faded from her sight. She looked back up with a squint, her sandy hair styled in a tight authoritative bun. She wore a white tank-top underneath her jacket and skinny black jeans with combat boots. A golden police badge clipped to her belt.

Three red doors lined the slender hallway. To Jessica’s right sat a lawyer from town, Ressie. The blonde, with locks upon her shoulders, dressed in a black business suit with matching heels. Next to her, another known face, a young football player named Johnny. He wore a white jersey, blue number ten, and acid-washed jeans.

“What happened?” Ressie asked.

“I think I had too much wine.” Johnny scratched through his blonde quiff haircut.

“That sonuvabitch invited us to his mansion…” Jessica scowled. “…and drugged our wine.”

The three of them looked to one another and then simultaneously said, “Price!”

Squeaky wheels sounded from down the hall. The bright floodlight shone from behind a dark silhouette riding a tricycle. It rolled closer and closer before coming to a slow stop in front of them.

“Chucky?” Ressie asked, unimpressed. “Try harder, Price. I’m not afraid of dolls.”

The psychopathic doll sat atop the tricycle in his suspenders and striped long sleeve shirt. His red hair combed down, cheeks rosy, and bright blue eyes were wide open. His head rotated to them, and a voice came from within, “Hello and welcome to my horror maze.”

“What the hell, man?” Johnny asked. “What are you planning?”

“Well, let me pose a question to you.” Chucky stared at the jock with a vacant look. “Why did you come to my party?”

“For the money,” Ressie uttered.

Jessica shrugged, nodded.

“Yeah. I’m with them.” Johnny gestured to the women. “Where’s the money you promised us?”

“You will all be cut a participation check of hundred-thousand dollars for your troubles,” Price said through the Chucky doll. “But! If you make it through my maze, you get my inheritance.”

“Why not just tell us that?” Ressie snapped. “Why drug us and chain us in this, uh, basement?”

“It’s atmospheric. I assure you, you’re in no danger here.”

“It’s second degree assault…” Jessica’s brows slanted inward with anger. “…and I will be arresting you.”

“Let’s just see how the night goes, shall we?” Price cleared his throat. “As you know, I’m an old oil tycoon with no family to speak of, no children milking from my teet. Had no time for it. I—”

“Don’t lie.” Jessica scoffed. “You ran brothels and peddled porn to get your fortune. The whole town knows.”

“…in my younger years…” Price said just above an agitated whisper. “…until I went legitimate into the oil—look, listen, I built this town with that money, built schools, donated to any charity this town asked, but for some reason I’m remembered for being a filthy sin-peddling sex-addict instead of a entrepreneur, instead of a great hero here.”

“Is that why you never come to town?” Ressie asked.

“I don’t come to town because I’ve been shunned,” Price growled. “They say I’ve sold my soul. They say sins of the flesh have ruined me. But! I say they’re hypocrites.”

The contestants exchanged glances.

“Anyways…” Price composed himself and spoke clearly through the Chucky doll. “I don’t have much longer, and although the town—the town I love—rejected their father, I want my money staying here with one of my ‘children.”

“How much is this inheritance?” Ressie asked.

“You’ll get this fine mansion estate, equipped with this underground maze.” Price paused briefly before saying with pride, “And, of course, a quarter of a billion dollars.”

“Oo!” Johnny lost his breath.

Jessica’s stone face softened.

Ressie placed a hand to her throbbing heart. “And, the maze, what is in it?”

Chucky’s wide, unblinking gaze rotated to each contestant. “You will enter my maze. In each room, you’ll be asked horror movie trivia. Answer right, you move forward. Answer wrong, you perform a sex act until you answer one of the questions right. You continue until you tap out or complete the maze.”

“Horror movie sex maze?” The scowl reappeared on Jessica’s face. “And you wonder why people in town look at you like pervert?”

Chucky’s sky-blue eyes stared through the policewoman. “In a movie, what’s better than blood and breasticles?”

“Men are disgust—Everything, every other genre of movie is better,” Ressie said.

“You’re going to do terrible at this,” Price chuckled softly. “And let’s not act like Magic Mike wasn’t a thing. You went because it was funny, right? Not because there were big sweaty hogs swinging in th—”

“I’m afraid we’re out.” Jessica motioned to Ressie for reassurance. “So, release me now and—”

“Ummm…” gaziantep escort reklamları Ressie bit her nail.

Jessica whipped her head to the acquaintance. “Ressie, what was you just saying? It’s disgusting. Plus, you’re married.”

“It’s a quarter of a billion dollars though…” Ressie put her hand in the cop’s face, blocking Jessica out. “Don’t wanna hear it.”

“No one will know unless you tell them,” Price said. “This has been going on for several years with several contestants and all the town has are rumors. Many have come close to finishing my maze but no—”

“Come to think of it…” Jessica’s eyes drifted in thought as she recalled the last Halloween. Her face drooped. “Billy was here last year, wasn’t he? That Sonuvbitch said he was on a business trip in Flori—Oo!” She growled with her teeth clenched. “How come it didn’t hit me until now? How stupid…”

“So, I guess you’re in, huh?” Ressie muffled her laughter. “After all, revenge is a dish best served steamy and hot.”

Jessica folded her arms and turned away with a look of repulsion.

“When the chains release you, you will enter the doors directly in front.” Chucky backpedaled down the hall from which he came. Although the plastic face didn’t move, his smile now appeared sinister as it withdrew into the shadows. “Good luck…”

The competitors readied themselves: Jessica exhaled a shaky breath. Ressie wrung her wrists. And, Johnny popped his knuckles.

With the sound of an air horn, the three doors flung open, and the chains released their ankles.

***

Jessica stepped through the door and into a bathroom. The tiles on the wall and floor were grayish with black baseboards. The room looked straight out of a black/white movie, Jessica being the only thing which popped with color. Against the far wall, a shower ran behind a clear curtain. Steam arose over the top.

“Why don’t we shower up?” a voice asked.

Jessica spun to a hideous leprechaun perched on the porcelain console sink. He had a wrinkled menacing face with a green hue. She inched closer to the doll while her eyes darted around for the camera. “Now, Price, are you recording this?”

Price went silent.

“If this gets out, I swear to god, Price, I’ll—”

“Don’t worry your sweet little bottom,” Price said through the leprechaun. “If you win my inheritance, does it really matter what people think of you?”

“According to your little temper tantrum earlier ‘The town hates me,” Jessica mimicked Price’s whiny voice.

“Can we continue…” Price asked with little humor in his tone.

“A quarter of a billion, a quarter of a billion, a quarter of a…” Jessica repeated under her breath. She huffed through her nostrils while slipping out of her jacket.

***

Ressie followed a narrow hall to another bathroom. It appeared clean, orderly, with a bathtub against the far wall, filled to the brim with water and foam.

“I’m guessing that’s for me?” Ressie mumbled to herself.

“Pretty please,” a voice said from the puppet on the edge of the tub. He had a gaunt pale face, empty black eyes, and long white hair. He wore a black trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat.

“Blade? From Puppet Master? I told you I’m not afraid of dolls.” Ressie’s eyes fell to the soapy bathtub. “I showered up before I came. I don’t really think—”

“It’s part of the game,” Price whined through the gothic doll’s speaker. “Just do it.”

“Fine…” With her eyes to the ceiling, Ressie tied her blonde locks in a ponytail. She kicked the black heels from her skinny feet. A hot-pink polish adorned her long toes. She shoved down her business skirt and hastily removed her top, bra, from her teardrop breasts with small pink nipples. She was thin; her shoulders, hips, and waist were evenly proportioned. She then made her way to the tub and dipped her toes inside to check the warmth. “Oo, nice.”

***

Johnny strode down a hallway of doors. A flower pattern covered the white walls, a blue carpet over the floor. He took a left and then another left. The speed of his walk combined with the sharp turns was almost dizzying. Upon the third left, he finally came to a door cracked open. He peeked through the slit before walking inside. “Hello?”

The décor was retro: a yellow strip ran high up the wall, bottom-half green and the top was white. Sinks were on his right and toilets on his left. At the far end set a bathtub. Even though a curtain was strewn across, he could still make out the blurry figure of a woman.

Johnny eased forward. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

The woman whipped the curtain away. Her black shoulder-length hair was slicked back. Her hazel eyes pierced through the visitor. She didn’t appear startled or ashamed of having her humble breasts and tiny dark nipples in the open.

Johnny showed a dopey smile, his brows jumped up above his ogling eyes. “Mila?”

Mila stood from the bathtub. Water trickled down her breasts, toned stomach, to her bald mount. She stepped out onto the rug. Her small feet decorated with a black pedicure.

“Mila…” Johnny sucked the drool back in his mouth and wagged the lustful thoughts away. “…I heard you quit the cheerleading squad and moved away?”

“I did… only a few hours.” Mila embraced him and wadded the crotch of his jeans in her fist. “Husband is stationed in San Antonio but deployed to Guam.”

“While the dogs away, the cat will play,’ isn’t that the saying?” Johnny’s half-cocked smile stretched further. “S-so you’re a contestant?”

“No, no. I had my chance.” Mila unbuckled Johnny’s pants. She slipped her hand underneath the band of his boxers and squeezed his long flaccid cock. “But Price called me back, said I could roleplay against a contestant for a hefty little sum. Sooooo… well, you can’t turn that kinda money down.”

Johnny went to kiss her, but a voice interrupted their embrace.

“For your first question…” Price said through a doll on the toilet. The little girl doll dressed in a long white dress, red waist band. Her blonde hair was in two pigtails with bangs just above her creepy distended eyes.

Johnny flinched when spotting the demon doll. “Annabelle?”

“What is the num—”

“Buzz off, Price.” Johnny growled toward Annabelle. He gazed back into Mila’s hazel eyes, but his words were still intended for Price. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“As you wish.”

***

“Dah-dah-dee-dah-dee.” Jessica sung to herself while showering just under the shower head. The hot water washed the soap from her tan bell-shaped breasts, to her legs, between her sparkling silver toenails, and down the drain. “So, when does this game actually start?” she asked before sticking her face under the water.

“It started as soon as you walked through the door,” Price said through the leprechaun on the porcelain sink.

“Okay…” With a soap bar in hand, Jessica wiped down her arms and behind her neck. “Dah-dee-dah-dah…”

Amidst her singing, the door creaked open. Jessica lathered herself with the soap and hummed as a dark figure approached the shower. Spindly fingers, with dirt under the nails, clutched the edge of the curtain and drew it aside.

Jessica spun around, covered in soapsuds. Upon seeing the attacker, she screamed and cowered against the wall.

The stranger donned a floral printed dress with a wig of grey hair in a tight bun. The face was shadowy, but the stubbly chin gave the gender away. He reared a dildo over his head like a knife, but froze in that position.

Jessica heightened a brow at the attacker, confused by his balk. She shot a glance toward the door and then back to the stranger again. “Are you sup—”

“In the movie Psycho,” Price said through the leprechaun, “what was the name of Norman’s hotel?”

“Ummm…” Jessica thought about it while eyeing the attacker with a bewildered expression. A clock ticked, which sped up her response. “Ha! You’re tricky. Motel. Not hotel. Bates Motel.”

“Correct!” Price cheered. “Once you dry, you may continue. But I’m afraid you’ll have to continue without your clothes.”

The cross-dressing attacker dropped the dildo to his side. While slouching, he gathered Jessica’s clothes, boots, and moseyed out the door, defeated.

“If I got that answer wrong,” Jessica asked to Price, “what was he gonna do with that dildo?”

***

With her body submerged beneath the bubble bath, Ressie rested her head back on a blue bathtub pillow, shaped like a seashell. Her eyes closed, and given the predicament, surprisingly, her thoughts were at ease.

Unbeknownst to her, a dildo extended from atop the drain with a long metallic arm. It emerged from the water between her spread knees, wiggled, before diving back under with a soft splash.

Feeling the ripples, Ressie’s eyes shot open. She glanced down at the bubbles as they bobbed on the surface. She creased her brows but rested back once again.

“Now for your first question…”

Blade, the puppet on the corner of the tub, sounded in Ressie’s ear. She flinched, splashing water over the brim of the tub, and whipped her head to the doll. “Price! I was enjoying myself.”

“Sorry. But the game must go on…” Price said. “First question, in the film Nightmare on Elm Street, how many knives did the killer Freddy Kr—”

“Five!” Ressie said with confidence. She then laid her head back against the blue bathtub pillow. “One for each finger.”

“Oh, no.” Price sighed. “He only had four.”

The dildo came alive underneath the water. The tip inched just inside her tight pink pussy, vibrated, which sent shivers up Ressie’s spine. She bucked and then flopped back against the seashell pillow. Her legs shot out of the water, knees locked, and toes curled. She reached between her thighs and felt a vibrator pressed firmly against her pussy. “Oh! Fah-kah!”

“Okay. Now for your next question…”

“Ye-yeah!” Ressie’s face contorted. The vibration rattled her entire body. Her legs splashed against the water. Waves sloshed over the side. She trembled while leaning further forward. “Next question, nex-ext question!”

“How many movies feature Freddy as one of the main villains?” Price asked.

A tickling pressure locked Ressie’s body. She whipped her head back, eyelids clamped together. Veins appeared in her forehead. “Fuck if I know—Oh!”

“So…”

Ressie’s feet exploded out of the water once again. She rolled her ankles, spread her toes, as her legs quaked. “Fuckin’ twenty! Jeez-uss!”

“Ooooo…” Price sounded disappointed. “Afraid you’re incorrect again. There have only been eight.”

“Bull-shhhh—Ah!” Ressie’s large soapy breasts jiggled on the surface of the water, pink nipples became taut. “They make one every goddamn year!”

While vibrating, the dildo slipped further inside her tight pussy. It worked in and out.

Ressie clutched the edge of the tub. She pressed her feet firmly against the far end, locked her leg, but her knees trembled, tapping the bottom. The tickling pressure built and built until it flooded her eyes. “Fahhh-kahhh!”

“Name the actor who played Fre—”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” Ressie said with a rushed speech as she climaxed all over the thrusting vibrator. “Uh! I’m done…”

As soon as the vibration stopped, dildo retracted, Ressie sunk underneath the water, only to reemerge a second later with a big gasp. She climbed out of the tub, wringing wet, and flopped to the rug. She pulled her knees to her breasts and curled into a ball on the floor.

***

“Grrrr!”

In the middle of the retro bathroom, Johnny stood with his jeans around his ankles.

With a folded rug under her knees, Mila knelt in front of him, the top of her feet flat behind her. She worked his shaft and sucked up and down on his veiny erection. Her head bobbed at a frenetic pace.

Johnny’s back bowed, face tightened. A tickle ran up his hard cock and exploded out the end. He filled her mouth with his thick seed.

Mila swallowed the glob and licked the remainder from his tip, like icing on the spoon.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” Johnny said with a shiver.

“Oh, you haven’t seen the half of it.”

Johnny reached down to grab his trunks when Mila snatched his wrist. He looked up with a smile. “Oh, I don’t know if I can go ag—”

“Get your beta-cock down here.” Mila snatched his semi-hard member and gently tugged him to the floor.

“Okay, okay, okay…” Johnny submitted his hands. “…be easy.”

Mila grinned mischievously as she shoved Johnny to his back and climbed on top. She reached between her legs, grabbed his cock, and stroked him until it hardened in her palm. She then sat down on top of it. The cock eased inside her warm center. She gasped as he filled her to the hilt.

Johnny palmed her breasts, flicked her hard nipples with his thumbs. He then glanced back to Annabelle. “Umm… I think I’m ready for a question now.”

Mila’s motion gained speed, bounce. She pushed off the floor with her knees, toes, and rode his length. She dragged her nails across his muscular chest. “Aw! You already tired of me?”

“Oh no,” Johnny said. “But, I need to save some for this game, feel me?”

“Oh, I feel you.” Mila started riding him faster, as if accepting a challenge to make Johnny climax before answering a question. She planted her hands on each side of his head, leaned in his face, and gyrated at a furious pace.

“Am I not disturbing you anymore?” Price asked through the Annabelle doll. “You finally got time for my questions?”

“Yeah. Go, go.” Johnny gazed into Mila’s hazel eyes as her cozy pussy did numbers on his cock.

“In the film The Shining, what room did Jack Torrance see a ghost?”

“Two ummm…” Johnny shut himself away and tried to concentrate. “Twooooo-seventeen.”

“Wah, wah, wah…” Price mimicked a depressing horn. “It was two-thirty-seven.”

“Ahhh!” Mila appeared to be feeling her own orgasm as well. Her breasts flopped back and forth with her wild ride.

Johnny was caught between two worlds: one of cumming and the other of coming to an answer. “Next!” he shouted to Price.

“Who wrote the book that the movie was based on?”

“Stephen…” Johnny’s voice died down as his cock stiffened even more. The tickle trickled up the bottom of his shaft again. As he filled Mila with his seed, he answered, “Stee—Ee!—phen King.”

“Ooo!” Mila clung to him and shuddered in his ear. “Mm-mm-mm…”

Johnny exhaled a rattling breath and dabbed the sweat from his forehead. He tapped her arms, hoping she’d release the tight squeeze around his neck. She ignored him while continuing to convulse on his lap. He tapped her again. “Hey, can I…”

Mila caught her heavy breaths. She pecked him on the cheek and rolled off to the side.

“Sorry, um, gotta run.” Johnny scrambled to his feet and cupped his limp, sore cock. “You understand, right?”

Mila just lay back and motioned for him to scram.

Naked, Johnny hurried out the door and into the next room, a bedroom. There was a chest-of-drawers to his right, but a growl that came from his left. He slowly rotated his head.

A blonde woman, hair in disarray, splayed across a bed in a light-green nightgown. Her wrists and ankles tied to the four posts. She glowered at him with glowing green eyes.

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The next day was Friday. One of the really great things about Friday is that we are allowed to dress casually which for most people meant jeans and a t-shirt or casual shirt of some kind. I arrived at work a few minutes early in a pair of jeans and a button down linen shirt. I found a cup of coffee sitting on my desk and a note from Karen that said she had an early meeting in another part of the plant and would see me soon.

I started my day by answering a dozen or so emails and returning a handful of calls until I heard the very familiar voice saying good morning from behind me. I stopped typing and turned to see Karen wearing an incredible sundress. I had never seen her wear something like this before. I leaned forward and spoke as softly as possible and told her she looked incredible. She smiled and asked how my coffee was and I smiled and told her it was great and thanked her again for bringing me coffee.

Within five minutes of Karen’s return to the office, our boss called us into her office and asked us how we were doing on the project. I told her we were done with all the research and background work and had started preparing the presentation. I asked Karen what she thought about our completion date and she looked at me and said if we come in one day this weekend we should have it ready for our boss to review the following Thursday morning. This was still more than a week before it was due and I felt pretty good about it. Our boss said that sounded good and sent us on our way.

We each had plenty of work to keep us busy for the rest of the day and before I knew it, it was five o’clock. Everyone leaves by five, if not a little earlier on Friday. Soon enough it was only Karen and I left. She called me over to the big work table. As I left my desk I noticed the door to the office was already closed.

I walked over and sat down next to Karen. She was typing away on her laptop so I just stared at her for a few minutes. Once she was done with what she was doing she turned to me and asked if I minded coming in on Sunday because she had family plans on Saturday. I agreed and suggested we start at about nine. She said that was fine with her. Then we got to work.

Work didn’t really last long because we were both constantly looking at each other and I couldn’t help but check her out in the very cute sundress she had on. She asked if I liked it and I of course said yes. She had on a little button down sweater over it. She started to unbutton the sweater and then she took it off. It was then that I realized why she had it on all day. The sundress had very thin straps and was cut fairly low and showed a lot of skin. At that point I lost all concentration.

We were organizing some printouts on the table and we ended up side by side. Karen grabbed my hand and I looked right over to her smiling face and then right down the front of her dress. She was showing a great deal gaziantep escortları of cleavage. She laughed and said sorry because she hadn’t taken off her bra today, yet. I immediately started laughing and said that I like the way she emphasized the yet part. She then leaned forward and I met her and we kissed passionately for what seemed like several minutes. As we kissed my hands explored her body and hers mine.

What I did find out was that while she was wearing a bra she was not wearing panties. I pulled away and asked if she took them off for me and she laughed and said that she didn’t wear any today. I told her she was naughty and turned her around, slide both hands down her sides until they were just at the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up above her hips. Now that her bare ass was exposed I jokingly told her that I would have to punish her for being naughty and not wearing panties. As soon as I said that she responded by saying really and then bent over the table.

I reached back and pulled my chair over and gave her nice round ass a smack. She simply responded with an “mmmmm” and I rubbed her ass a little more and then smacked it again only harder this time. I got the same response except she pushed her ass back at me a little more. I then began smacking her ass repeatedly until each her ass was nice and red. I then leaned forward and kissed one side of her ass and then the other and rubbed it with both hands. She again responded by pushing her ass back into my hands.

As I rubbed her ass I slid my hands down inside her thighs and up toward her pussy. She spread her legs a little and I continued rubbing up her inner thighs and felt that she was wet several inches from her pussy. I followed the wetness trail right up to her dripping wet pussy. As soon as I touched it, she pushed her body back towards me more giving complete access to her pussy and ass. I slowly rubbed her clit and pussy lips for a moment and then plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped loudly and pushed back against my hand as I started to slowly work my fingers in and out of her pussy. As I continued to finger her pussy I looked up and noticed she had pulled the straps of her dress and bra down her shoulders and she was cupping her tits in her hands playing with her nipples.

Once I saw this I asked her of she wanted me to keep using my hands or my cock. She simply replied fuck me. I didn’t have to be told twice. I stood up, dropped my jeans and boxers around my ankles and within a few seconds had the tip of my cock parting her pussy lips. Karen gasped a little and pushed back onto my cock. I put both hands on her hips and slowly matched her push with my own and I was quickly balls deep in her pussy. We both paused for a moment and then I went to work fucking her pussy. I alternated from using her hips to hold as I fucked her to again smacking her ass and also leaning forward over her to reach up and join her as she played with her tits.

We continued this for quite a while until she asked me if I wanted to be really naughty. I laughed and asked what she had in mind. She told me that our boss had left her door unlocked and she suggested we go in there and fuck on her desk. I laughed and said let’s go. I slowly slid my dick out of her pussy and she stood up and turned around. I got a great view of her beautiful tits and she looked right down at my hard cock. She reached down and stroked it a couple of times and then grasped it tightly and led me to our boss’s office while holding my cock.

We entered the office and the first thing I said was where you want to do it. She led me over to out bosses big leather chair and pushed me down into it. She dropped down to her knees and I thought she was going to suck my cock but she leaned forward and much to my surprise used both hands and wrapped her tits around my cock. I looked down and smiled as she looked up at me. I started raising my hips and fucking her tits as she started to move up and down to match my pace. She kept looking at me and said that she could tell how much I liked this but she wanted to fuck me.

Karen then stood up, turned around, pulled the bottom of her dress up and eased herself down slowly onto my rock hard cock. She was grinding her hips slowly and leaned back against my chest. I immediately reached around her and filled my hands with her tits. I started to play with her nipples and the pace of her grinding increased. After a few minutes of this she slowed down and told me she wanted me to fuck her on the desk. Remember how I had mentioned our boss was highly disorganized? Karen stood and turned toward me and said it’s not like we can mess up her desk anymore than it already is.

She sat up on the edge of the desk and leaned back on her elbows but basically rested on several piles of documents. I stood and slid my cock back into her soaking wet pussy. Now the pace was all up to me. I started again slowly but each thrust of my hips was very forceful. Karen grunted each time rammed my cock into her. I eased up a little but increased my pace. We were going for only a few minutes when Karen said she was going to cum. I kept going and looked down as she reached down and played with her clit as I continued to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around me tighter and pulled me into her and as she did this she dropped her head back and I felt her pussy tighten and then felt it get even wetter.

After a minute or so, she released the leg lock she had on my body and I slowly went back to fucking her soaking wet pussy. I was sliding my cock in and out of her and she started rocking her hips with me. I kept fucking her and between the two of us we were getting a little loud. All I know is it was a good thing that no one was in any of the offices adjacent to our bosses. I felt myself getting close and asked her where I should cum. She asked me if I could hold off for a few more minutes because she was very close and wanted to cum again. I told her I would do my best. We kept fucking and she was furiously rubbing her clit. Again she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. It was almost all I could take. I was so ready to cum. Just as she started to release her legs I told her I was ready to cum.

Karen looked at me and told me to sit back down in the chair. I did as she told me to and she dropped to her knees. She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. She had my cock covered with her saliva and I told her I was so close. Then she once again surprised me. She released my cock from her mouth and wrapped her tits around it again. I looked down and asked if she was sure because I was going to make a big mess. She smiled and started sliding her tits up and down my cock. This was just too much for me. It was only about a minute and I told her I was going to cum. My first shot was on a down stroke and fired off right between her tits but the rest didn’t. My second shot fired off right as the head came out the top of her tits and shot all the way up her chest and neck. I let go two more shots just as powerful and the first two and the both shot in the same direction as the last.

After four huge shots of cum and at least two more small ones, Karen’s tits, chest, neck, chin and cheek were covered with my cum. She once again surprised me and leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it off. She then sat back and I looked at her covered with my cum and she look down and then back up and smiled at me.

My boss had a box of tissues on her desk. We used quite a few trying to clean up my cum but it seemed like all we were doing was smearing it around. Finally we got as much of the cum cleaned off her as possible. I stood up and started to put my cock away but she grabbed it and took it in her mouth one more time and sucked it for a few more seconds. She then stood up and we both looked around at our boss’s desk. The piles of papers with moved a little but the funniest thing was the clearly wet edge of the table. Karen’s pussy was so wet that she left a wet mark on the desk. I grabbed another tissue and wiped it up.

We both walked out of out of out bosses office mush the way we went in. My cock was in my boxers but my pants were still undone and Karen’s tits were still out. It was a good thing no one had come back for anything. Karen went to her desk and pulled and wet wipe from her purse and used that for one final cleanup. I buttoned up my jeans and watched Karen put her tits away and straighten out her dress. She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She pulled away and said let’s get out of here. We can have more fun on Sunday but we have to do some work too. I laughed and said OK. Once again we headed out together and locked the office door behind us.

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Winding down from the peaks we had just climbed we slowly adjust our clothing and wordlessly pick up the basket and blanket. Hand in hand we walk back towards the beach to enjoy our picnic. I am content knowing that we are sexually compatible. I wasn’t planning to be intimate with you. Yet I know it is the first of many very hot and soul shattering times to come.

You spread the blanket, while I lay out the food to enjoy. Sitting next to the tree that is beside our blanket you lean against it and then you draw me down to sit in between your legs and pull me back against your chest. Not knowing what to say or do, I just relax and decide to eat. By the time we finish eating and get to desert, I am feeling less shy and want to see how receptive you’d be to more. I decide to give my mouth to you for your pleasure. I want you to experience the joy and rush I had felt just moments ago. Knowing I am inexperienced in giving oral pleasure I hope I can imitate the things I’d seen in the movie I’d watched late at night in the privacy of my room.

Slowly I turn to you gaziantep escortları and begin to kiss your chin and neck working up to your lips, I draw first one lip then the other into my mouth and suck on them using gentle pressure. Then I part your lips with my tongue and begin kissing you fully and notice how your breathing is becoming very shallow and labored. Then I work back down your chest slowly licking and biting my way to each of your nipples which I suck into my mouth and mimic the movements used on my clit just a short time ago. You are stunned but happy to let me pleasure you for the time being. I work down to the hardening bulge in your trunks and grasp it firmly, wanting to test the weight and size, I know I’m going to be giving you pleasure but want to draw it out as long as possible. I want to see it, as so far, I have only felt it between my dew-covered thighs.

I motion for you to lift your hips so I can rid you of the shorts and get to the prize I seek. Once again I start kissing your lips and letting my body run over ours feeling the differences, your hard chest against my soft stomach, I move lower and lick my way to your waist, where I spend time just kissing, licking and moving lower to the firm cock now jutting up from the juncture of your thighs. Taking it in hand, I start at the base and lick bottom to top, sucking the head into my mouth and licking the rim to get you wet with my mouth. Then I lick back to the base, and up again. This time centering my attention on the point just below the head on the underside of your thickness. Nipping and sucking, I once again suck you into my mouth and move my mouth to cover as much as I can comfortably fit in my warm moist hole. You are amazed and start to feel the pressure of the pleasure I am building for you, as I slide back to the tip and begin to swallow you again. As I come up for air I decide I want to pleasure the sac hanging low beneath your hard erection. I nip my way down and slowly lick the balls that until now had gone unattended. First one then the other I suck them into my mouth and apply gentle pressure thru suction. I want to make you feel like I am trying to suck the come out thru your scrotum.

You begin moaning and shifting your hips up, effectively humping my face. I can tell your close and that I am pleasing you.

Knowing I may not have much time, I give all I can. I move back to the head of your cock and start the steady pressure of sucking it into my mouth. Back to the back of my throat and I begin to try swallowing you. I start to feel you swell, knowing you will cum any minute I suck hard once, twice and then I move my hand to your shaft and start a steady pumping action as I lick the head of your cock, I wind my tongue into the little slit at the top and tickle it gently as I wait. I don’t have a long wait until I feel you explode. Hitting me in the face and covering me with your white, hot jism. It hits me full in the center of my face; I can feel its heat and the thickness as it starts to run along the contours of my face. Gasping for air, you try to gather wits and decide how to get me to do that again soon. You can’t believe I did that. I slowly lower my mouth back to your cock and begin to lick it top to bottom, cleaning the remnants from your hard cock.

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I got out of my truck and sauntered over to the stands. Today our college baseball team was playing in the regional finals. My friends and I had decided to come out and support the team, as we often did. Today we were all wearing jeans, flip flops and sports bras. Why, may you ask, in the hell were we wearing sports bras? Well that should be obvious. We had our stomachs painted blue with white letters spelling out “Go Peake”. Like I said, team support. It was also an added bonus that by painting our stomachs, we were definitely attracting the gazes of the team. Every single boy on our team was the ideal college hottie. All of them were tall and very muscular, with gorgeous faces.

I climbed up the bleachers and took my place between Farrah and Morgan, or in today’s case, “O” and “E”. I was the “P” in Peake. The boys were already warming up on the field and my gaze kept drifting to one in particular. Tucker Habin. He was the first baseman for the team, and definitely the object of my interest. I often talked to Tucker in classes. I had three a day with him. He was polite, courteous, funny, smart and of course, gorgeous. Tucker had the sort of boy-next-door look going for him. He had close cropped brown hair, bright blue eyes and a strong, yet expressive face. He was also totally dedicated to the sport and his team, and it took a lot to distract him from his game. We were both 19 and enjoying the college life to the fullest.

As I glanced at Tucker I saw him looking at me and waved. He smiled at me and waved back before turning back to his throwing partner. As the game began, our boys took the field first. The girls and I cheered for them as they had three batters up, and shut three batters down. As we cheered and clapped, a few of the opposite team members were yelling from their dugout at us. They yelled that if we switched teams and started cheering for them then they’d really show us a good time afterward. Of course we didn’t pay a bit of attention to them. We were firmly dedicated to our college team. I did notice, however, that a few of our team players were shooting the others death glares. It occurred to me that they might be mad at the other team’s interest in us. Tucker was one of the boys who appeard to be irritated.

The first two of our boys at bat got singles, and then Tucker was up to bat. Tucker had the number one batting average on the team. I cheered and yelled for him as he took his stance. Two balls passed and then Tucker seemed to find the perfect pitch. He sank back on his heel and swung, sending the ball flying over the head of the left fielder. The ball easily cleared the far fence for a three-run homerun. The girls and I screamed our support as Tucker rounded the bases. I could see a pleasant smile crossing his face and he winked at me as he touched home plate. Of course I had to wink back.

The rest of the game went extremely well, ending in our team earning a W with a score of 14-2. By this time, the air had begun to cool with the sinking sun and I had goosebumps on my arms and stomach. I assumed the boys would need to stay for a talk with the coaches so I decided to just head home, I would congratulate Tucker, and the others, tomorrow in class. That was why I was surprised as I headed toward the truck to hear my name called out.

“Hey, gaziantep escortları T! Hold up. Where you going so fast?” Tucker asked, using my nickname as he swaggered up to me. He had a cocky grin on his face as he approached me, equipment bag slung over his shoulder. I smiled at him and stopped to wait.

A brisk breeze swept through and I shivered slightly just as he came to a stop beside me. “Cold, babe?” he asked as he dropped his bag and pulled a sweatshirt out of it, handing it to me. I gratefully slipped it on and sighed as Tucker’s scent surrounded me. He smelled so good.

“Thanks,” I said. “Congratulations slugger. You had 7 RBI’s that game. That’s amazing!”

Tucker blushed a bit and nodded. One thing about him, he was cocky about his team, but humble when it came to himself. He picked his bag back up and started towards his own truck, which was parked three spots down from mine.

It seemed like he had something on his mind so I bumped him with my shoulder, asking what was wrong. “Those other guys sure did like the way you girls were dressed…” he mumbled as we walked slowly. I saw his gaze dart to me and then back to the ground.

I waved away the thought. “They were too full of themselves for my liking. I think I will stick with you guys”. At that statement, I thought I saw an emotion close to relief flash across his face. Was he really worried that my loyalties would switch to a different team? I asked him this.

Shaking his head no, Tucker replied that he knew my loyalties were firm in the team. As he said this we reached my truck. He dropped his bag on my tailgate and hauled himself up, patting the spot beside him. I hopped up next to him, enjoying the feel of his thigh pressed against mine.

“I’m not worried about your loyalties to the team, T. But I do have a question…” he seemed to hesitate. “What I guess I wanna know is… I mean, I’d never thought about it before. But when I heard them other guys trying to pick you up… well I guess I sorta got jealous. I dunno if you even feel anything like that for me. But I had to tell you, I need to know how you feel about it,” he said on a rush of breath. To say the least, I was kind of shocked. I’d always known Tucker considered me a close friend, but he’d never hinted at liking me as more.

I guess I hesitated a little too long because Tucker took a deep breath and started to get up. “Look, I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s no biggie, I just thought I’d try”.

“Woah, Tucker hold up. I didn’t say I don’t feel the same,” I said, jumping up. “You just surprised me is all. I didn’t know you felt like that”. I placed my hand on his muscled forearm. “You are one of my best friends, but I wouldn’t mind you being more.”

Tucker gave me that crooked grin that always made my heart skip a beat before leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back until I heard a shrill catcall. I backed away from him, feeling my cheeks heat up. Tucker scowled at his teammate who had distracted us but then turned back to me with a blinding smile.

“Come on, babe, let’s go celebrate” he said, taking my hand in his and leading me towards his truck. I didn’t mind leaving mine parked in the lot, nothing would hurt it there. I scrambled up into Tucker’s truck, rolling my eyes at how tall it was. I heard his low rumble of laughter from the other side. “I guess I’m gonna have to get those steps we’d talked about installed now, huh?” he asked. I nodded in response as I settled into the passenger seat. Tuckers arm reached across the seat, pulling me into the middle where he could drape it across my shoulders as we pulled out of the lot and headed towards Cohee’s to have dinner and celebrate.

It had been six months since Tucker and I had started dating. The best six months I could remember having in a long time. Sometimes when best friends become lovers, I guess it could become awkward. But not with Tucker and I. We only became closer. We spent day in and day out together. We had class together, studied together, I attended all of his games and he attended my softball games as well. Tucker lived in an apartment with one of his teammates, so I often spent nights over there where we could sleep together all night long.

I sat on the bench of our dugout, sweating and exhausted from the game we had just played. Our coach ended his lecture by telling us that we played an excellent game and then dismissed us. I walked out of the dugout and reached down to grab my bag, stopping when an arm shot in front of me and lifted it. Tucker, of course. I smiled wearily up at him and he smiled back, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Good game babe,” he said as we headed towards his truck. “Wanna come back to my place for dinner and a movie?”

“Sure, but only if I can get a shower…” I said as I climbed into his truck and lay my head back. On the way home Tucker placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed in lightly, allowing his fingers to brush higher with every sweep. A soft moan escaped my lips when at one point, his finger brushed my sex. It had been a few days since we had last had sex and I was growing restless. I leaned my head against Tucker’s shoulder and kissed his arm, capturing his hand in mine. “If you’re gonna be doing that you better be prepared to continue once we get home,” I said in a husky voice I barely recognized. Tucker’s fingers flexed and he brought my hand over into his lap. “Baby,” he replied. “Trust me. I’m definitely prepared to face the consequences…” My hand brushed against the length of his steely rod beneath his jeans and his hips jumped up towards my hand. I smiled to myself and rubbed him, up and down, through his jeans, making him moan softly and turn to quickly kiss my lips before paying attention to the road again.

We only had another mile or so to his apartment so I stopped rubbing him for the time being. As we arrived, I hopped out of the truck, groaning when my leg muscles protested the jolt. Being a catcher had some definite drawbacks. Tucker came around the truck and swept me up into his arms. I laughed out loud and hooked my arms around his neck. “My knight in shining armor…” I said dreamily as he took me inside. I noticed his teammate/roommate wasn’t home yet which probably meant he was out on a date. Instead of placing me on the couch, Tucker headed straight towards the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. “Romantic.” I muttered and smiled at him as he laughed. He turned on the hot water in the shower and then, slowly, Tucker began to undress me, starting with my feet and working his way up to my bra. When I was totally naked, he motioned for me to step into the shower. I moaned at the hot spray hit my tense muscles. It felt like heaven, I thought.

This thought was quickly amended when Tucker stepped in behind me, pressing his muscular body up against me. He began to knead my muscles with his large hands. Now THIS, was heaven. Tucker massaged my neck and back before dropping lower to massage my legs and also my feet. By the time he was done, my body felt like jell-o. As he stood, I kissed him, running my hands along his chest and lower, where I caught his already hard and straining manhood in my hands. A low moan escaped his lips as he leaned back against the shower wall. The water was sluicing over his well developed chest as I knelt down.

From this level, Tucker’s rather large cock was eye level and I smiled as I slowly liked him from base to tip. His whole powerful body shuddered just from that little contact and he fisted his hands in my hair. I felt myself grow wet just from his reaction. I slowly sucked him into my mouth and he groaned softly. As I began running my tongue up and down his length his hips moved in rhythm with my head. “Oh god, T, yeah babe” he moaned softly. After about five minutes of me sucking on him he pulled me up to kiss me again. It was then that his fingers slid along my slit, opening me up. He slid one long finger into my depths and I shuddered, he pressed another in, and I moaned out loud. My knees began to shake as he began moving his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm. I was just on the brink of an orgasm when he pulled his fingers out, leaving me whimpering for more.

Tucker was quick to reclaim my body though. He lifted me up against the shower wall and slowly pressed his length into my body. I whimpered in pleasure as he pushed in to the hilt, balls deep as he called it. Tucker pressed his forehead to mine as he began a slow rhythm of in and out. Each time almost pulling out of me before driving himself all the way back in. Our breathing grew ragged as our bodies moved together. He began kissing my neck and throat when my head fell back in ecstasy which made me moan even louder than usual. I felt myself becoming close to orgasm again and I think Tucker knew it too. He began to drive into me harder and faster until finally I cried out in release. I felt myself pulse around his hard-on at the same time I felt him begin to throb inside of me. He gave three more hard thrusts and then I felt his body tense up in release. I felt his warmth flood into me and I heard his groan in my ear as he came.

After a minute, Tucker slowly lowered me to my feet. My knees were shaky but I managed to lock them and stand up. He lowered his forehead to mine and kissed me lightly a few times before a shiver racked through his body. Only then did I realize the water had grown cold and was beating down on his heated back. I reached around him and turned the spray off then stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of his warm fluffy towels. He did the same before backing me up to the counter and kissing my passionately again.

“I love you, T. I truly do,” he said softly as he gazed into my eyes. My heart flipped in my chest as I realized that I too loved him. I told him this and he gave me that charming crooked grin of his before hooking an arm around my shoulders and dragging me into his bedroom.

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Paul opened his eyes again. The stars were like jewels spilled over the arch of the sky. There was no moon and no breeze disturbed the surface of the pool. Paul was lying in the shallow end with only his face, from nose to his scalp, above water. He treasured these quiet times when he could lie naked in the pool.

He and Virginia swam naked all the time. They had pool parties and barbecues with their friends and, more often than not, everybody ended up in the pool or lounging around naked. That was different though. Quiet nights under the stars without noise or conversation reminded Paul of the early years when he was coming to terms with his feelings and his sexual needs.

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he ducked under the water. Turning and shoving off against the side of the pool he stroked smoothly under the surface. He made it almost to the opposite end before his breath ran out. He bobbed up and gasped in a new breath. He used both hands to push his hair back and wipe his eyes.

He swam to the edge and pulled himself out to sit on the tiled edge. The dim light from the house gleamed on his smooth skin. The air was warm and dry. Paul let himself lean back and he rested a moment on the concrete, thinking about Virginia.

They’d met when Virginia came to work on the copy machine at Paul’s office. She was cute, short and slender. Her reddish blonde hair was cut short and looked like it was easy to take care of. In her slacks and white shirt and tie she was the picture of professionalism.

Paul went into the lunch room where both the copier and the coffee pot were located to get coffee. Virginia looked up and grinned at him. That was all it took. It was like they both knew in that one second. Paul grinned back and reached down to help her to her feet. She wiped her hands on a rag from her tool kit and scribbled something on a sticky note.

“Here’s my number. Call me.” She grinned again and packed up her tools. Paul hadn’t said a word as he watched her walk out of the office. He’d called her that same night and they had met for a drink. One drink later they were on the way to Paul’s house and bed.

Paul sat up and got to his feet. The concrete had scraped his back a little bit. He left damp footprints across the stone of the patio but his feet were pretty dry as he went into the house. The clock said he still had an hour or so before Ginny got home. He absently toyed with his dick, considering jerking off.

Instead he went to the kitchen and got a beer from the fridge. He draped the chair with his towel and sat at the table. His mind returned to his life with Virginia.

After they had been together a month or so, she moved into Paul’s house and they enjoyed another month of unbridled lust. Each day they both hurried home from work and stripped to the skin. They played in the pool or the hot tub. They fucked in every room of the house. Paul dove between her legs and licked her to ecstasy, always paying attention to her asshole as well as her pussy. They were each other’s favorite hobby.

On the other hand, Virginia liked to bend Paul over and bathe his puckered hole with her tongue as she jacked his stiff cock. The more pleasure she gave him anally, the easier it was for her to talk him into letting her use her dildo on him, bringing him to orgasm by fucking his ass with it while she sucked his cock. There was nothing off limits between them. Paul fucked her ass and she fucked his with her dildo. There wasn’t a spot on either of their bodies that hadn’t felt the tongue and touch of the other.

Paul finished his beer and decided he would go to bed. Virginia would wake him up and they could have sex then. He pissed, brushed his teeth and crawled into the cool bed. He remembered that it was toward the end of that first month that Virginia had broached the subject of group sex.

They were lying in bed one night after a round of spirited fucking. Virginia asked Paul what kinds of things he fantasized about. The question took him back at first. “Well, fantasies are games a person plays in his head. They aren’t always meant to be shared.”

“Yeah, but we don’t have any secrets from each other. What is it? Do you want to have two women at once? Most men want that one.”

“Well, sure, I’ve dreamed about a threesome for a long time but I never really it will come true.” Paul didn’t mind admitting that. “What about your fantasies, Gin? You tell me one now.”

Virginia denied that he had admitted anything. “I was the one who said it, remember? I gave it to you.”

“Still, I copped to it. Tell me one.”

“Hmm…okay, I was gonna anyway,” she grinned at him and rolled on top of him. “To tell you the truth, I kinda like yours, too. I could get off watching that big hard cock of yours sliding into another woman’s twat or mouth. Of course, I’d get to share too.” Paul gave her words a quick examination. As she talked, Ginny’s hand was sliding along his length between their bellies.

“Yes, honey, but which of us do you want to have a share of? The other woman or gaziantep escortları me?” Paul’s nails were drawing lazy but firm circles around her ass cheeks. She loved her ass played with in any way.

She turned her head and bit his neck and said, “Well, probably I could get around to both of you if we took our time.” Then she slid up to kiss him. As they kissed, she sat up and brought her crotch down until it met the standing erection she held in place. She was already carrying a double load of “sex cocktail” of their mixed juices. So it was easy for her to just let her weight down and feel his heat enter her.

She grew so engrossed in her pleasure that she forgot to make Paul take a turn. She fucked herself and started talking again, her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth. “I’d also like to have another man in bed with us, Paul. What would you think about that?” Her eyes opened but only halfway. She was enjoying her ride a lot.

Paul had also thought about this. He had come to the conclusion that it would only be fair if she was adopting his two women fantasy. “I suppose it would be nice to see you getting all the pleasure you could handle. You know I love to watch you cum.” Virginia was still bucking, going fast for a few strokes and then slowing down as they talked. When Paul said that she was pinching her nipples and her speed was increasing. She rode him hard, her face a grimace of determination. She frowned and began to whimper. Paul had all he could do to hold her hips and try to keep her on him.

Then her breath exploded from her open mouth with a loud groan. She shivered through a long climax and Paul marveled at the show. He was still rock hard inside her clenching pussy. They relaxed but she didn’t let him slip out of her. She just lay forward on his chest. She kissed him softly and leaned her forehead against his. Their vision was kind of blurred by the nearness but the closeness felt good. Ginny said, “It’s just that I’ve always wanted to feel two pairs of hands on me at the same time. None of the other guys I’ve been with were as open minded as you are.”

“Two pairs of male hands or one male and one female?” Paul asked.

“I don’t know,” she said shyly. “I really think the second pair could be either male or female. I meant what I said a little bit ago about having another woman with us. I’ve thought about sex with a woman but I’ve never done it. They say nobody makes love to a woman like another woman. Maybe the same could be said about men, too.” It took a beat before Paul realized what she had said. She was suggesting some bisexual stuff on his part.

Obviously they were venturing into totally new territory, for him at least. It wasn’t that he’d never had thoughts about group sex and what could happen — what man hasn’t? It was just that he’d always sort of suppressed his curiosity about same sex stuff between two guys. Growing up, he’d behaved like all his friends whenever the subject of homosexuality came up. Gays were a lower life form, of course, and to be despised and ridiculed. Basically, Paul had ignored the subject when anybody started verbally gay bashing homosexuals in general.

It had been only after he was about forty years old that he had been allowing his fantasizing lean toward that possibility. They were just fantasies, weren’t they? He had admitted he was curious about the things male homosexuals did together. He had never admitted — even to himself — that he might really want to try some of those things. Now Virginia was opening the door to the option for him. She was unprejudiced about sexuality and was offering him the chance to experience new things at the same time she did.

He managed to distract her (he thought) by rolling them over and beginning a new round of sex. The truth was that Virginia knew she would have to go slow if she had any hope of bringing this off successfully. She fully intended to make their fantasies reality. But it would take Paul a while to come around. She opened her legs wide and lifted her knees so Paul had control of her entire crotch.

Paul was almost asleep when he heard Ginny’s car. He sat up and looked at the clock. She was right on time. He listened to the sound of the door closing quietly. She was being quiet since she expected he was in bed.

When she entered the hall he called out to her. “You don’t have to tiptoe. I’m still awake.” The tentative feeling left her attitude.

“Good, because I was gonna wake you up anyway.” She turned on the light, getting a complaint from Paul. “It’s a beautiful, warm night and I want to go skinny dipping. Want to come along?”

“I was in earlier,” Paul said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked up at Ginny standing there naked and eager to get wet. He threw back the blanket and put his arm around her shoulders as they went toward the back doors.

It had been a month or so since either of them had said anything about the group fantasies. Paul thought about them when he masturbated. Virginia also had the same or similar thoughts at the same time. They just weren’t talking about it at the time.

They played and splashed and fondled. Ginny swam four lengths without stopping and she came alongside Paul in the water and sort of wrapped her body around his. He ran his hand over Ginny’s wet shoulder (they were both lying naked in the shallow end of the pool) and nuzzled her left breast with his nose. “I’d love to see you with another woman,” he said. “I think I might even like to see you getting fucked by another man while my cock was in your mouth, or vice versa.”

Ginny rolled in the water and straddled him. Her smoothly shaven pussy landed perfectly astride his erection and she moved her hips forward and back as she kissed him. He moved his hands to her hips and ‘hugged’ them. She sat up and raised an eyebrow. She had a mischievous look as she asked, “What about what I might like to see?”

Paul loved the feeling of her pussy greasing up his cock and he put his hands on her hips. “And what would you like to see, my dear?” he asked, knowing already what the answer would be.

Virginia leaned forward and reached between them. She altered the angle of his cock slightly and it went into her steamy sheath. She leaned farther and licked his ear. Then she took his lobe between her teeth and gave it a nice nibble. When she let go she started talking into his ear. She was almost whispering, but only for effect. There was no one to hear them.

“Just imagine, Paul, how hot it would be. We bring another man home with us — or another couple, though I’d prefer just another man the first time.” (!!??!!, thought Paul. The FIRST time?) “We all have a few drinks and get naked for the pool and the hot tub. Then we rest and lie in the sun a while, just getting used to being naked together.

Then we go inside and put on some soft music. We dance. First you and I dance and then I dance with…John, let’s call him. We dance a few more times with the music getting more romantic and with me dancing closer to both of you. By now, both you and John are getting hard because I happen to be a great dancer.” Here, she broke off because Paul had poked her in the ribs and she splashed off his lap (and cock) but she regained her position with little difficulty.

“So we all know why we’re there anyway, and I’m getting really hot with two hard cocks staring me in the face (so to speak). So I take each of you by the hand and lead you down the hall. Of course, since my arms are of equal length, you two are bumping naked hips all the way.” She must have been skipping ahead – in her head – because she had to stop talking so she could pump herself to her first orgasm. Paul was used to getting her off three or more times before he came. He waited. He was eager to hear what she really expected him to do.

When she came down she pushed her torso off Paul, where it had landed during her climax. She kissed him and wiggled her hips from side to side to regroup. “When we get to the bedroom, I’ll give you a choice. How would you like to see things go to start with?”

Paul was surprised. She was supposed to be telling him what she wanted to see. Now she was saying he had input on things. He began to take a partial ownership of the fantasy. What he failed to realize was that it was just what Ginny wanted. Then she could remind him it was partially his idea.

“Well, maybe you should lead us to the bed and kneel in front of us. Then you could spend a while sucking our cocks.”

“Okay. So I have the two of you cheek to cheek on the bed and I’ve sucked you both a while. What then?”

“What do you mean, ‘cheek to cheek’?”

“Well, you don’t expect me to crawl back and forth do you? You’d have to be sitting against each other. Maybe it would be better if the two of you just lie back and roll toward each other so I could lie there with both of them at once.” Paul shrugged, but the suggestion is a hair away from him doing something with or to this ‘John’.

“Okay, well then I think I’d like to lick you to get you all juicy for him to fuck. You could keep sucking him us if you wanted, or he could suck your tits while I ate your twat.”

“Mmm…I like that one. But who gets to fuck me first?”

“Well our guest, of course. Unless this ‘John’ is so much bigger than I am it would stretch you out.” She gave him a jab in the ribs.

“Oh, let’s just make him the same size as you for now. We’ll find out how big he is when he shows up.”

“Okay, so after I have you all juicy, you turn over and John gets between your legs. I’ll move up and suck and bite your nipples and let you suck on my cock. But John slides into you and starts pumping. He jostles your entire body and it is transferred to your tits and your head so I can really feel him fucking you.”

“Oh, yeah, and I can hear his hips slapping against mine, and his balls against my ass! This is getting better all the time. Go on.” Ginny had begun to ride him again. Her second orgasm would arrive soon.

“Okay, so he is getting ready to cum. Do you want it inside you?”

“Right now, tonight I definitely do!” She was almost shouting as her muscles began to close around him. It was so close!

“Okay he keeps pounding you and pounding you, and I’m starting to get close to climax, too. I tell you and you just suck harder, pushing another fraction of an inch between your lips, telling me you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” Here, Paul had to take a break because he was filling his wife’s pussy with a huge amount of semen. Her climax had arrived and had taken him with it.

Agreeing they were too drained to stay in the pool, Paul and Virginia climbed out and grabbed their towels. They dried as they walked back into the house but their communal story was also taking a break. In the kitchen they got meat from the freezer for dinner the following night and rinsed out their glasses.

Teeth and hair brushed, they resumed the fantasy once they got under the thin cotton sheet. Of course, the story hadn’t stopped running in either of their heads. They were embossing their own deepest desires on the general scenario.

“So John just came in my pussy and you came in my mouth. Do I save your load or swallow it?” Paul felt a jolt at that. He hadn’t thought about it. He always tasted himself when he kissed her after a blow job. So it wasn’t an aversion that gave him pause. This was new.

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Well, I could hold it — or some of it — in my mouth and share it with you. I could share it with John, too, if he would.” Again, Paul’s imagination went into fast forward. The picture of ‘John’ kissing Virginia after Paul had filled her mouth with his scum…it was a hot one!

“Okay, hold some of it and share it with us both. Kiss me first and then him.”

“I like that. It brings us all so much closer together.”

“Well, we’re obviously pretty close already if we’re all naked and making love to you,” Paul stated what was obvious to him.

“Yes, but it isn’t until I share your cream with him that there’s any connection between the two of you. Then it isn’t you two making love to me. It will be the three of us all making love to each other.” Her words struck a silent chord deep inside Paul’s mind. The idea hooked onto the edge of his imagination without him even being aware of it.

“There doesn’t necessarily have to be a connection between us,” Paul said offhandedly. He wanted to get on with the fantasy and he was afraid of examining things too closely where they were obviously leaning.

“Oh, but I think there does, my dear,” she said. She had been snuggling against his hip until then. Now she rose up and straddled him again. She leaned down on her elbows, bringing her face within inches of his. “I think there does have to be a connection, because that’s what I want to see. I want to see my sexy, masculine husband make love to another sexy, masculine man. I don’t like the sissy kind of homosexual any more than you do. But the idea of two straight guys taking a small walk on the wild side makes me so hot I could burst.” She kissed him hard then and he felt his lips forced apart to be invaded by her tongue. She scrubbed his mouth roughly before she pulled away. She had waited long enough. Her voice was quiet in the dim light. Paul listened.

“I know you have thought about it, Paul. You had to because we talked about it. I know you, too. Once you get onto a subject you examine it and dissect it. Tell me what you imagine when you think about having another man in our bed. Tell me, Paul.” Her voice had taken on a hypnotic force. Paul didn’t think twice about admitting his curiosity to her. He did trust her after all.

“Of course I’ve thought about it. And you’ve got my personality down too. I did have to think about it after you mentioned it. You consider my fantasies so I consider yours. If I…”

“Tell me, Paul!” She interrupted him fiercely. She was heating up and she was sliding up and down his freshly erect cock. She wanted to hear him say the words that would drive her over the edge.

“All right. I know I want you to have the pleasure of two cocks at once. If his cock is bigger than mine, I don’t care. If that cock makes you cum harder than I do, I don’t care. As long as that cock gives you pleasure and I’m there to love you at the same time, anything is possible.”

“No, no, no, honey. You’re still hedging. Come on, Paul, tell me what you really want.” She was holding his face in her hands and she was almost glaring into his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Ginny felt his capitulation.

“Okay, I have thought about doing things with this ‘John’.” Paul flexed and rolled them over. He centered his cock in her slit before he went on. He knew he was going to give her what she wanted to hear. In his own mind he had finally come to grips with the ideas. If it gave Ginny pleasure, it was all right.

“So I just filled your mouth and he has just filled your pussy. You kiss us both and then I push you to your back. I’ve sucked my own cum from you but I would like to suck another man’s sperm from you.” Ginny groaned and writhed under him, her eyes clamped tightly closed so she could run her own movies. He started to sink his cock into her as he talked.

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My names is Shaun I divorced my wife Greta two years ago after discovering what many of my close friends had all known for months that she was having an affair with her tennis coach. Divorcing Greta was a long drawn out affair contested by her fortunately we had no children so the financial settlement was not crippling. I got to keep the former matrimonial home and Greta had to go back into employment which must have come as a huge shock to her.

Adjusting to a life living alone was not easy and my friends suggested that employing a housekeeper would leave me free to write and take care of the daily household chores. I placed an ad for a housekeeper in the local newspaper but didn’t receive a single reply in seven days. One Saturday afternoon as I was leaving my golf club I was stopped in the car park by a member called George Jones who I didn’t know very well and didn’t like at all.

I knew George was a self employed accountant he was married and a regular attendee at the local church. I always tried to avoid George’s company as I thought him to be a pious and rather pompous individual with no sense of humour. George explained that he had heard my ad for a housekeeper hadn’t received any replies and told me that he may have a solution to my problem. His wife Heather had been on the lookout for a cleaning job and she was an excellent cook.

George pointed out that I had met her once at Golf Club function if I employed her I would not be admitting a stranger into my home. I told George I was desperate to fill the vacancy and asked him to get his wife to telephone me if she fancied taking the job. Try as I might I could not remember the name of George’s wife recall what she looked like or when I had met her.

Shortly after lunch that same afternoon George rang me and told me that his wife Heather was interested in working for me. I spoke on the phone with her and asked her to come round to my home to be interviewed. Heather came to my home a couple of hours later, after a brief conversation we agreed her duties, hours and rate of pay. When she informed me she was free to start work on the following Monday morning I was delighted. She seemed to be a very capable woman and I could finally get on with my writing without having to concern myself with household chores.

Employing Heather worked out well my home and clothes were always clean and the meals she prepared for me were always excellent. She was very quiet and reserved and rarely spoke but she worked hard and did a good job. Despite Heather visiting my home five times a week for over twelve months I knew very little about her. She once told me that she attended a local gym and occasionally ran in marathons which surprised me. Although Heather was only three years younger than I at 35yrs of age she always dressed very conservatively which made her appear older.

Heather had long mousy coloured hair which normally she scraped back and pinned behind her head. The clothing she wore to work was drab and colourless her clothes always appeared to be two large, two long and smother her rather slender frame serving to make her appear shapeless. Angela wasn’t unattractive but the fact that she never wore any makeup contributed to her rather plain appearance. When I looked at her I could never imagine her running in a marathon or visiting a gym.

The church appeared to be at the centre of Heather’s life and was one of the few things she ever spoke about. As Christmas approached I started to think that I ought to buy Heather a present to reward her for all her hard work but hadn’t got a clue what I should buy. A couple of weeks prior Christmas I was working in the small bedroom I had converted into my office. I was thinking about Heather’s Christmas present when she entered carrying a cup of tea and a sandwich she’d made for my lunch.

I asked if she and her husband would be attending the Christmas Dinner Dance being held at the Golf Club the following weekend. Heather confirmed that they were attending but told me she was quite anxious about the event as it was a Black Tie formal dinner. She told me that on her previous attendances she had felt embarrassed when she compared her dull outfits to the expensive evening gowns worn by the wives of other member’s.

That gave me an idea I told Heather that I was intending to buy her a gift and asked if she would accept a trip to the Beauty Parlour for a makeover and a new evening dress to wear to the Dinner Dance as a Christmas present. Heather initially declined and only after a lot of persuasion did she finally accepted my offer which she described as being far too generous. I made Heather an appointment at the Beauty Parlour for the Saturday of the Christmas Dance then telephoned Christine at the boutique from which I had always purchased my ex wife’s clothes. I gave Christine a brief appraisal of Heather and her lack of dress sense asking if she would be kind enough to assist her to choose a dress suitable for Golf Club Dinner Dance. I also asked Christine not disclose gaziantep escortları the price of any garment selected as Angela was likely to base her choice on cost rather than style Christine immediately understood and agreed to help.

CHAPTER TWO.

Come the evening of the Christmas Dance I arrived at the golf club early and saw to my disappointment that I had been seated at the same table as Heather and George. I took my place leaning on the bar with my drink and observing the crowd of members and their wives chattering around the elegantly laid diner tables.

I was talking to a couple of male friends when Heather made her jaw dropping entrance. Gone was her mousy coloured hair, now her hair was dyed black and had been styled to form a mass of small tight curls that cascaded down onto her bare shoulders. Her black tresses flattered and framed her now beautifully made up face. It took me several seconds before I realised that this actually was my housekeeper and she looked stunning.

Heather’s evening dress was a scarlet figure hugging off the shoulder number with a revealing neckline that plunged to her naval. The dress clung to every shapely contour of her lithe elegant body like a shimmering second skin. The dress tapered to the floor and was slashed to the waist. As Heather walked her long shapely tanned bare legs were revealed as she took each confident stride.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing the quiet plain woman that had worked in my home for over twelve months had been transformed into this beautiful elegant woman striding confidently towards me. Heather radiated style, elegance and confidence. She stood tall and straight her square shoulders pulled back thrusting her pert breasts forward displaying them magnificently. Heather I mused wouldn’t have looked out of place strolling down the red carpet at Hollywood Film Premier on the arm of a male superstar.

The chattering subsided as all eyes turned to look at her. As she walked with feline grace to my side her pert breast jiggled provocatively with every step. Heather flashed me a smile that lit up her face, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek before she spreading her arms wide and twirled around asking if I approved of her wonderful new look. I told her that I was flabbergasted she looked like a film star and certainly wasn’t going to feel unattractive or underdressed at this function. I also told Heather something she already knew and was revelling in. “Every man in the room is staring at you, you look beautiful, no gorgeous.”

Heather saw that I was staring at her magnificent cleavage deliberately she leaned forward permitting me an even closer inspection of her cleavage giggling girlishly as she whispered. “Not everyone is so pleased with my wonderful new look. George told me I look like a tart and refused to bring me this evening. We had a blazing row and I told him that I would come on my own if I had to but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to show off my new look and this beautiful dress.”

When I finally raised my eyes from Heather’s magnificent breast I saw her husband George standing behind her with a face like thunder. I welcomed him shook his limp hand and asked what he would like to drink. George ordered a large Tonic Water with a twist of lemon explaining that he was driving. Heather requested large Rum & Coke tilting her head coquettishly and laughing she informed me “I’m going to make the most of this evening. I have never looked or felt this good in my life and that is due entirely to your generosity.” Heather added “Oh and I also know Christine lied when she told me how much the dress cost because I saw the price ticket. It was very expensive but I adore it and hoped you wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t know what the dress cost but it was worth every penny. The colour and style suit you and shows off your curvaceous athletic body, you look simply magnificent.”

Heather blushed and smiled radiantly at my effusive compliment she then asked if I had told Christine to fib about the cost of her evening dress. I replied that I just wanted her to look good and not to feel inferior the other women attending. Heather beamed as she replied that I had achieved my objective she had never felt or looked so sexy in her life. “I just love my new look and this beautiful dress.”

Heather’s bosom was heaving her eyes were wide and shining with fully dilated pupils she was clearly turned on and her sexual arousal was quite apparent. After enjoying a couple more drinks at the bar Heather became more relaxed and quite animated attracting quite a crowd mostly men around her. All of them anxious to talk and take the opportunity to admire her shapely figure and magnificent breast.

Heather flirted outrageously with them all flashing her sexy smile. She ignored the fact that not one man looked her in the eye instead they carried on a conversation with her exquisitely displayed breasts. Whilst Heather revelled in the male the attention her husband retreated further and further away from her infuriated by her brazen behaviour and making no effort to hide the fact.

CHAPTER THREE

When we were called into dinner George was nowhere to be seen. Heather smiling happily took my arm and I escorted her to our table where I discovered that I had been seated alongside her. To Heather’s left sat George who was determined not to enjoy the evening and sulked like a child all the way through the excellent meal. Heather was equally determined to make the most of being the centre of attention.

Shortly after taking her seat she deliberately turned her back on her husband and I became the focus of her outrageous flirting. At one point she leaned over so deeply I was certain that her magnificent breasts were going to spill from her low cut dress as Heather whispered into my ear “How do you think I’m doing?”

I told her that her company was captivating also as I was the main subject of her outrageous flirting I too was thoroughly enjoying my evening. Heather’s breast jiggled as she laughed heartily then told me quietly “You really should be a little more discreet. You’re staring at my tits, George has noticed and he’s certain that you’re trying to proposition me.”

I replied that I was guilty as charged and didn’t much care what George or anyone else thought. I expressed my surprise at her use of the word Tits explaining that I thought as a committed Christian she would not use such profanity. Heather laughed as she told me George was the committed Christian she was an agnostic but he insisted she attended church with him every Sunday. It was all part of the charade that was their marriage.

Heather astonished me when she told me that her marriage was a sham. “We sleep in separate beds and have done for years I can’t remember when we last had sex.”

She turned to George and asked in a voice heard by everyone seated at the table “When was the last time you and I had sex George I simply can’t remember it was so long ago?”

George’s face glowed red in embarrassment he stood up and announced to everyone seated at the table that his wife was unwell and they were leaving the function. My heart sank I was thoroughly enjoying Heather’s company. Inflicting further embarrassment on her husband Heather refused to leave telling George she felt fine and was enjoying herself for the first time in a decade. He could go home if he wished to but she would only be leaving when she was good and ready to. George couldn’t take any more he stormed out of the room leaving Heather sitting at my side calm and smiling as if nothing had happened.

She leaned over and informed me that nothing and no-one was going to cut short her enjoyment of the evening. The band started to play at Waltz and Heather asked if I would like to dance with her. Needing no second invitation I stood and escorted her onto the dance floor.

As I held Heather in my arms her arms gripped me tightly round my neck which squeezed her breast together and raised them up onto my chest. Heather conspiratorial voice whispered in my ear telling me there was one tiny thing spoiling the look. Her new dress clung so tightly to her ass everyone could see her panty line. She had been warned about the potential problem but after George started carrying on she had forgotten Christine’s advice to wear a thong or no panties at all.

Heather asked to be excused and walked from the dance floor, I returned to my seat at the dinner table. When Heather returned she tapped me on the shoulder and beckoned me back to the dance floor. Back in my arms Heather whispered into my ear “That feels so sexy although it’s a little draughty because I took my panties off and flushed them down the toilet. If I am dressed like a tart then perhaps I ought to act more like one.”

I re-assured Heather telling her that she looked nothing short of magnificent also she was very beautiful. She acknowledged the compliment with a warm smile and a tender kiss full on my lips. She pressed her magnificent breasts harder into my chest and asked me. “How could my husband say such a thing? It’s clear to me that all he ever wanted was a cook and a cleaner he certainly doesn’t want me for sex any more.”

I replied that I could not understand how George could refuse to have sex with Heather telling her honestly that she had a beautiful face a body to die for and a captivating personality. Heather squeezed me even more tightly and looked lovingly into my eyes as her lithe toned body swayed sensuously against mine I felt my cock starting to stir in my pants.

Heather also felt it beginning to rise, she placed a hand over her mouth glanced down at my swelling crotch and giggled naughtily. Heather whispered that it was very plain to her that I was unlikely to refuse to have sex with her should the opportunity arise. She suggested that perhaps we should step outside before one of the seated onlookers told us to “Get a Room.”

I agreed and walked Heather to an emergency exit leading out to an area at the rear of the building where we were unlikely to be disturbed.

CHAPTER FOUR.

When we stepped out of the building the cold night air made Heather shiver I removed my Dinner Jacket and placed it around her bare shoulders. Heather grasped me to her and kissed me passionately probing my mouth with her tongue and pressing her crotch into my ever swelling prick. She was almost panting as told me that she wasn’t cold she was quivering in excitement and anticipation.

She felt sexy and desired for the first time in long time and she had me to thank for those feelings. As we kissed again Heather slowly swayed and pressed her hips harder against my now fully erect cock. She threw back her head laughing at her brazen efforts to seduce me. As she doubled over laughing her magnificent breast tumbled free from the constraints of her revealing gown.

I stared open mouthed at Heather’s beautiful firm breast and the dark aureoles surrounding her protruding nipples. Heather glanced down at her pert breast and making no attempt to replace them in her dress she told me. “Hold them I would love you to, you’ve been staring at them all evening and it would be a shame if you didn’t.”

Heather’s voice was rasping and throaty, very sexy and an octave lower than normal. I desperately wanted to bury my face into her beautiful breast but reluctantly told her that I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. She had been involved in an argument with her husband had consumed a lot of alcohol and was probably feeling vulnerable and unloved.

Heather told me that I wouldn’t be taking advantage of her situation and after not having had sex for several years she was desperate to renew the acquaintance with it preferably with me. She thrust her hand down the waistband of my trousers and grasped my stiff cock kissing me fiercely and probing my mouth with her tongue. She looked at me eyes wide in amazement as she told me that my cock was enormous, twice the length and girth of her husbands.

Heather confirmed what I already knew, that I was better endowed than most men. She gently eased the foreskin of my throbbing cock back and forth in the limited space available. Then she took hold of my hand guided it through the slit in her dress and placed it onto her hairless wet cunt. She gasped as first my fingers lightly brushed over her clitoris then moved down to the gaping wet lips of her cunt and plunged into it.

After clinging onto my neck and enjoying the sensations my probing fingers were creating. Heather gently tugged my hand away from her cunt sank onto her haunches and tugged down the zip on my trousers to prize my swollen cock free. She pausing for a few seconds to inspect my stiff cock which was pointing straight at her face she told me “I’ve only ever been fucked by George I was a virgin when we met. I always thought he had a small one but never new how small it actually was, is yours normal?”

I told Heather that my cock probably a little above average size but it wasn’t massive. She replied that it was enormous compared to George’s then greedily popped it into her mouth. Heather took me completely by surprise as she sank my long prick deep into her throat then slowly withdrew it slurping noisily. Her head repeatedly bobbed back and forwards as she slid my cock ever deeper into her throat.

Heather’s lips made a soft popping sound when she plucked my cock from her mouth. She then pushed her tongue under my foreskin and rotated it around the head of my saliva coated prick. While she was performing this exquisite service she slid one hand along the length of my saliva coated shaft. With her other she gently massaged my sack and balls.

The sensations she created were mind blowing and made my cock jerk and grow even harder. I asked Heather how she was able to take my cock into deep into her throat without gagging she chuckled and replied “Lots of practice.”

I asked “What on George’s small cock?”

Heather laughed shaking her head so vigorously her tits bounced from side to side. “You have the book Deep Throat to thank not my husband’s tiny cock.” I read the book and it fascinated me so much I practiced the technique with a carrot until I could do it without gagging”

“You’ve read Deep Throat?” I asked in total astonishment.

Heather laugh again explaining that she had grabbed the book without reading a little of it thinking it was going to be about The Watergate Scandal. She recalled the man who sold her the book giving her a strange look when he handed over. It was my turn to laugh telling her I would have liked to have seen her expression when she read the first chapter and discovered the content was quite different to Watergate. Heather replied “I loved that book I read it over and over in bed and pleasured myself at the same time.”

Heather told me that was the only way to release her sexual tension after George stopped having sex with her. Looking up at me Heather had a wicked smile on her face as she observed “I could have had affairs I had plenty of offers but I wasn’t that type of girl then. I’m full of surprises tonight aren’t I?”

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“Hay stranger. How’s life been treating you?”

Do you remember when you were a kid and you opened that one present that made all other presents seem worthless? Do you remember when you kissed the boy or girl that made you feel like everything inside just flipped? Remember the tear you shed when the fingers of your first-born wrapped around your finger?

Well all of these emotions happened to me in an instant, as I have been listening to replays of that voice in my head for the last 30 years. My eyes blurred and my ears started to buzz. I became dizzy and only then did I realize my heart was pounding incredibly hard. Immediately I dropped to one knee, but as I did this, my hand did not go to the floor to balance myself, it reached behind me to grab that voice so it would not get away.

As I reached back, two small soft hands reached forward to grab me. They wrapped around my chest and a body came with them. Feeling the hands around me made me gasp and as I did the smell was just as intense as the sound of her voice. A thousand pictures rushed through my head, but instead of it being my life flashing before my eye it was one wonderful summer. Her and I, age 20, south Texas young and in love.

It is ;ate afternoon Friday and I was sitting on the curb as she came and plopped down beside me.

“Don’t feel like playing?” she asked

“No, I twisted my ankle right when we got out here. I changed into my boots so the swelling wouldn’t get too bad. It is hard to play foot ball with a sprain in boots.” I said in reply.

“The girls are at the pool. Do you want to come swimming?”

“You’re going to need to help me walk that far. My car is by the pool anyway, and I would much rather you help me than one of those hairy MF’s on the field right now.”

“OH! High praise! Thanks!”

“That is not what I meant and you know that.”

She stood and said, “Shut up and just get up so I can hang with some one nice.”

I moaned and gasped as I got to my feet “Stop! Please!? I really didn’t mean it that way.” I said as I put my arm around her.

As we walked off she was walking to fast and making it a point not to talk to me, so I kept quiet too and just made “ugh” and “Owfff” noises as we walked.

We made it to the pool and I ask if she could help me take off my boots. This was a bad idea, because she was still mad and I was hurt. These are not a good combination. So as I screamed she put a foot on my inter thigh and yanked with all she had at my boot covered sprained foot. Her foot slipped into my groin and smashed a nut as my boot came off. Two good things came from this. One was my boot came off really fast and the other was my nut hurt so bad I no longer cared about my foot. At least until she made a gasp sound and said “What the hell happened to your foot?!”

So there I am. Ice on my nuts and my foot lifted high on a pillow laying on a pretty girls bed with her cooing me thinking she really fuck up my, now black and blue, ankle that she thought she had something to do with.

“Again, it was being tackle by that fat ass Paul that did this.” Pointing to my ankle. “You did this” pointing to my nuts.

She handed me a pill of some kind and said, “Well anyway take these and stay here for a while. Ok?”

“Sure, all the guys are going to the bar and I’m not old enough to drink anyway. Oh, and even if I could I would rather hang out with a pretty girl any day.” I quickly added.

“Ok. That is the second time you have said that. Do you really find me attractive? All the girls we hang out with are tall blond and have legs that go all the way up. I’m short, I have plain brown hair, and all the girls say I’m to loud to be coy, like they are.”

“Coy? What the fuck does Coy have to do with anything? You have a wonderful smile, you have great curves (I mumbled an extra “Damn good curves” gaziantep escortları under my breath just loud enough for her to hear), and are possibly the most feminine woman I have ever seen. You sit, move, laugh, walk, smile, damn everything about you is just,,, sexyish, womanish, girlyish, just damn! Damn! Damn you are fine!”

She now had turned so red that if I wasn’t on fire I bet I could feel the heat coming off of her. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was a hot kiss as we were both young and full of lust, but it had a very soft side to it that I had never had from all the girls before. She also kissed in a very feminine way and it just melted me.

My nuts really only hurt for about two minutes, and I was getting great sympathy for the made up pain, but now was not the time to be playing the sick puppy. I pulled her to me and kissed her, Well. I could feel her pressing up against me and I loved the way it felt. We sat there for the next hour and just touched and kissed each other.

It wasn’t tell we stop that I remembered we were in her folks place. “Hay! Your parents got that crazy pool installed when you move out. Right?”

“Yes! I hate that pool. 12 years of begging for a pool and the year I move out they drop more on the pool then they did for my dental work, car, and fist year of college combined. That’s kind of a crappy thing to do. Right?”

“Maybe, but your teeth look great. Lets go swimming.”

“What about your foot and your, um, stuff.” She said pointing to ice on my balls.

“Ball are all good and the foot might like the water, or it might hate it but I will risk it. Lets go.”

She changed into a great one piece and came out of the closet. “How do I look?”

You look great, but don’t you have a bikini? I will be swimming in my boxers, you know.”

“I’m not wearing a bikini in front of you.”

“I just told you how attractive I found you, what’s the big deal?”

This got her to go back in and change, but what she came out in I was not expecting. She was wearing a bikini top that was maybe four inches of material in the whole thing. It barely covered her nipples. The bottoms were not much better. It was a small triangle in the front and just a string in the back.

“Holy Shit!” was probably not the right thing to say, but, I was young and dumb.

I immediately followed that up with “NO! Wait! Stop! Don’t change back!” as I jumped out of bed cringing and hobbling to her.

I stuck my hurt foot in-between the door and the doorframe as she closed it. This was a bad idea, and as I screamed she through the door open hitting me in the head.

As I lay on the floor bleeding from above my eye, I never stop looking at her. This is not the best way to keep her from changing but it did work. She is amazing. Probably the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Even as she is dabbing my head she has her body stretched out over mine. She arches her back when she gets up and bends sharply at the waist to pick up the ice off my throbbing foot. She has been taking care of me on the floor for about 10 minutes and she thinks the pool will be the best place for my foot. I think I may end up drowning as the day seems to be trying to kill me, but if I get to see and feel her wet in that suit I will die happy and with a raging hard on.

The water is amazing on my foot and the pool is awesome.

“This is much better then braces,” she said next to me.

We swim to the bench under the waterfall and we start kissing again. She loves to be kissed apparently and I am more than happy to give her anything she wants. It was very loud under the waterfall and we both agreed we wanted libations, so we swam to the other side of the pool where it slopes out like a beach. I pulled my self to the edge first so I could watch her walk out of the pool. It was amazing and I never took my eyes off of her tell she came back and handed me my drink.

“So, you got a fish in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” she said looking at my fully erect dick.

I looked down and noticed it was peaking out of my suit.

“HO! Sorry.” I said as I tucked in back in.

She stepped over my legs and took hold of my trunks and started to pull. I quickly moved it over my dick and let her have them. She carefully took them off over my hurt foot and as she did I was able to get a hold of the bathing suit string on her hip and pull. Her bottoms fell to my side. I look her in the eye and she was staring at me with a crazy sexy “come fuck me look.” She went to her knees and sat her pussy right on my hard dick. She bent down and slides her tongue into my mouth as she slid her clit up and down my dick. She lifts herself up and takes me inside her.

As she sits up on my lap and undoes her top she asks, “so, how is your foot?”

“What foot. I’m not even sure if I have feet right now.”

She just laughs and starts moving up and down on me. The strokes are long and slow to begin with but then move to a much quicker pace. As we fucked I thought about her comfort on this rocky ground. I told her we need to move the party to a softer spot and she agreed. She grabbed a cushion from the pool chair and swam back to the bench under the waterfall. As we swam across the pool the lights in the pool came on and lit up everything but the cave under the waterfall. It was nice and dark in the cave now and I laid her on the cushion. I spread her legs into a position that put me in the water and her legs over my shoulders. I moved in and gently kissed her on the inner thigh and continued to kiss my way down to her clit. As my tongue found what it was looking for she let out with a giggly moan and her legs shook. As I started to work her clit this just continued to build until she was moaning loudly and her legs were squeezing my head. Her hips started to buck and she had a whole body orgasm.

When her legs released my head I quickly came out of the water and slid myself inside her. This took her breath away. I slowly moved myself in and out of her while she continued to come down from her orgasm. We kissed and touch each other as we slowly fucked in the dark of the cave. We did this until we both started to heat up again.

She was getting excited as I started to pick up my speed and pressure until we were both moaning loudly and ready to cum. I made sure she started her orgasm before I allowed myself to start mine, but when her nails scratched my back and she became very quiet I figured she was ready to go and I started to cum. The action of me cumming made her orgasm even more intense and her nails raked down my back and her teeth entered my shoulder. I had never felt this before and the pain made the orgasm incredible.

As we both slowed and caught out breath we could hear noises over the sound of the waterfall. We didn’t pay any attention to it tell we heard the splash of someone jumping into the pool. We both quickly sat up and looked through the waterfall to see the outlines of quite a few people around the pool.

“My brother is home!!!” she said with a panic in her voice.

“Your older brother right? We can’t be here without clothes if your 17 year old brother and his friends are out there.”

“Yes, my older brother, but I can’t be out there nude in front of them either!!!” she said and I could hear the panic in her voice again.

“Liston, they are in the pool. It is only a matter of time before they come in here. We look like we are doing something wrong and make a break for it or we could walk out like this is completely normal. It works if you follow my lead.”

“You’re insane, but I can’t think of any other way to do it. Lets go.” She says as she takes my hand.

We dip back into the water hidden by the waterfall and swim forward through the water. As we come out the other side no one notices us right away, and even if they did it would be to hard to tell we had no swim suits under water. When we make it to the side of the pool is the first time any notices us, but we also notice the pool is not the only place people are. The house is full.

“Hey sis, what are you two doing? Why aren’t you at your place?” her brother asks.

She says nothing and does not even look at him as we take the stairs out of the pool. We are still holding hands and walking like we do this all the time. When we step up on the first step her boobs come out of the water, all I can hear is her brother taking in a deep breath.

I turn to her a say, “Just keep walking.”

We make it all the way out of the pool and her brother just turns from embarrassment as we head into the house through the large double doors. We walk through like we there is nothing wrong and we head straight for the stairs, but on our way she becomes so excited about what we are doing she makes eye contact with a friend of her brothers she knows that is standing by the stairs and as we walk by she takes the beer right out of his hand. It wasn’t until we started to stroll up the stairs that I realized the room was completely quiet. It was not tell we reached the top that the first catcall was sounded, and it was a girl yelling “look at those tits!” the room went crazy! By the time we made it to her room the whole house was applauding us.

I held the door she walked through. As I came in behind her and shut the door we could still hear the noise coming from the rest of the house. She turned to me and laid the biggest kiss on me, I have ever had.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She had a huge smile on her face.

I replied, “Do you want to go back out there and do it again?”

“FUCK NO!” she said as she took a big gulp of the beer.

My foot is killing me and I bind down to try and see how bad it looks, as I move to stand back up I see her putting on a bra.

“Wait one damn minute. What do you think your doing? Get your naked ass in the bed, I am far from done with you.”

She looks at me dumfounded.

“What? We had sex what are we going to do now?”

“Oh baby, you’re with me now. This night has just begun. We won’t be done tell the sun comes up. As a matter of fact, when do your parents get back? This could go for days if I had my way. Do you like the song “Driving slow on Sunday morning?””

We did have one more interruption, as her brother walked in her room about 10 minutes later. I had her bent over the bed doing her from behind and he just stopped and closed his eyes and looked like he was going to say something until she let out a loud moan and said “Fuck me harder, you son of a bitch!” He quickly shut the door. That will be a picture he will never be able to get out of his head.

We did this for a few more hours and fell asleep as the sun came up. We spent the next two days ordering delivery and eating it in the nude. My foot was better by Monday but the rest of my muscles hurt and we were both walking funny, so the last day we did more kissing and cuddling than having sex and the sex we did have was soft and slow.

I went back to work on Tuesday, but those were the nights we fell in love. We were not out of each other’s sight for that whole summer. It was the best summer of my life. That spring I joint the military and she went to college. We did not see each other again until now. Well I still hand not seen her I just heard her voice.

I get my baring and stand. I take a deep breath and turn to see her. She looks amazing at 50…

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew

That someday it would lead me back to you

That someday it would lead me back to you

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The morning sun woke me, dappling our bed, dancing soft little shadows and brilliant splashes of light about the bed and the room as the trees outside gently swayed in the morning breeze, filtering the sun pouring into our room. As the sleep cleared from my eyes, I pushed myself up on an elbow to enjoy the scene. My wife was stretched out beside me under mountains of sheet and pillowy down comforter, only the top of her head peeking out. It was Saturday morning. Our teenagers would be sound asleep for hours more after their late-night party. There were no urgent tasks beckoning. A perfect, sparkling morning.

My wife stirred and turned her face towards me — she was lying on her front. She murmured a quiet, “Good morning,” and slid her smooth leg over to rub it against mine. The top sheet and comforter were rumpled in a terrible mess together on top of us both, but especially over my wife who liked to be excessively-warm in bed. We had made love the night before for over an hour and a half – very, very unusual in our busy lives – and in the athletics of giving and taking pleasure had pulled the covers from their moorings. When I had at last exhausted my wife’s unusually-strong passion, and she had drained my own, we had fallen asleep in each others’ arms without the energy to re-make the bed.

“Hi, my love,” I said, “sleep well?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” she breathed. “We should bottle what we did last night; it would make anyone sleep well.”

“Yeah,” I said with feigned indifference, “it was OK I guess. Not the worst I’ve had.”

Her leg quickly left mine, and I heard it skimming back across the bed sheet before I felt her not-so-gentle kick. I chuckled and momentarily considered a retort, but then noticed that her kick had pulled some of the loose, rumpled bed coverings off of her.

Her non-kicking leg and most of her soft, deliciously-curved bum had been exposed to the dappled morning sunshine. The gentle slopes were being caressed by the moving patterns of light. My full attention was immediately prisoner to the spectacular sight, the full cheeks, the light playing across them and into the shadowy cleft hiding her secret treasures, the smoothness of her baby-soft inner thigh and long leg. I watched the enticing display of playing light and soft curves for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, before I succumbed to the imperative to touch the magnificence before me. My wife’s bum was absolutely perfect, soft, full, gently-curved; often a symphony in erotic motion, and resisting it was pretty much impossible for me. My cock, so completely sated just the night before, began to swell quickly as I reached for her.

I began dancing barely-touching fingertips around on the smooth softness before me, up from her hip, over the soft cheek, into the warm crevice, down onto her soft thigh, and back up again. Absolutely marvellous, I could do it for hours. But after a minute or so I said, “You really deserve a spanking for that kick you gave me.”

“Oh, spank me, spank me!” she said, not at all convincingly. She was just playing along; I knew she wasn’t inviting any spanking play. She wasn’t into that, to my chagrin, not even as gentle and sensual as I wanted it to be. So I just patted her bum lightly a few times as she squirmed playfully, and then let my hand continue its delightful exploration of her soft curves.

Soon, though, that didn’t seem a fitting-enough tribute to the sight before me. I swung myself around on the bed and, feeling my excitement grow, began planting butterfly kisses around her bum, on the side, at the peak, down into the warm crevice, down onto her thigh, while the dappled light danced around me. I caressed the smooth softness with my lips and nose, moving all over her warm skin as far as I could crane my neck, all over her bum, down her thighs, up her back. I let my dancing fingers stray beneath her bum occasionally, ever-so-gently teasing around the outside of her soft, hairless pussy lips. It was of course not unpleasant for me, but I hoped that she too was feeling the love and tenderness of my touch, and maybe some excitement too.

She did wiggle her bum appreciatively after a minute or two of this attention, but then she turned it away from me and reached down to pull me up into a warm embrace. It was often like this… she seemed embarrassed when I paid too much attention to her bum. But, she had other wonderful parts. I sank into the softness of her lips, enjoying the feeling of her warm breasts against my chest and the rest of her meeting the rest of me in soft, warm supplication.

I kneaded up and down her back for a while, both of us lying on our sides facing each other. I worked my way with one hand using moderate, slow pressure up both sides of her spine, around her neck and shoulders, and back down again, all the way down and over her bum, and then back up again. From time to time I pulled her into another gaziantep escortları long, soft kiss, or kissed gently around her neck and down onto her breast nearest me. Sometimes I lingered on her breast, kissing, teasing very gently with the tip of my tongue around the areola and the nipple. This was a typical prelude for us, a kind of foreplay-with-massage that often got her in the mood for something more. Even though last night had been unusually passionate and we had done some different things, I was following the usual routine this morning. Soon, I felt I could continue.

I pulled back, sliding my hand gently down her flat stomach, over her tiny, perfectly-trimmed patch of hair, and slid two fingers between her warm thighs and over the puffy lips of her smooth sex. Very gently, I began rolling and rotating the fingers over the top of her lips, moving the soft folds under my fingers and feeling for growth in the little bump of her magic button that would signal her growing excitement. It was the usual next step in the well-ordered way my wife generally preferred lovemaking to proceed.

However, after only ten seconds or so she closed her legs on my fingers and pushed herself up to give me a warm kiss. “Thank you,” she said. “That was a wonderful backrub, but I’m a bit tender from last night. Can I give you a rain check for tonight?”

“Of course,” I said, and I meant it, but I guess a flicker of the disappointment I felt played into my face because she immediately looked sympathetic.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and drew me into a warm embrace. “I let you think you were warming me up and then I let you down.” After holding me for a moment, warm breasts pressed against my chest, she whispered into my ear. “I know the big fella down there has more stamina than I do. Can I just do something for him?” She reached down and gave my semi-stiff cock a gentle squeeze. It responded in the affirmative, stiffening more as she held it in her warm hand, and I answered her question with a grateful kiss.

“This one is on me,” she said. “It’s my treat.” She pushed me gently down against the bed, and nudged my arms into place along my sides. “Just relax, don’t move.” Most of my body obeyed. My cock though, moved a little, bouncing and surging with excited anticipation.

She slid her warm body over mine and began with a long, soft kiss, gently probing her sweet tongue against mine while she wriggled deliciously against the length of my body. My cock, trapped in warm softness somewhere beneath her, responded favourably as it was rolled around between us.

She then kissed her way very slowly downwards, dragging her nipples over me as she moved, kissing my chin, my ears, my neck, my chest. She lingered over each of my own nipples, knowing that they were hard-wired to my pleasure center, and she spent minutes working on them with her tongue and lips, occasionally grazing them ever-so-lightly with her teeth. The resulting persistent jolts of pleasure drew a moan from me and, despite my orders, I raised my hands from my sides to glide gently over her soft sides and back and bum, stroking her in appreciation for her tender ministrations.

Eventually she left my nipples, continuing her slow, exquisite journey down my torso, kissing softly, sometimes flicking with her tongue against my increasingly-sensitive skin.

When she reached my cock, I thought the main event was about to begin. Customarily when in that position she would suck me for a while, sometimes finishing me off inside her soft mouth but more often just teasing me inside it for a while and then pulling off to stroke with her hand or direct me into her pussy. This time, though, she just kissed over it and around it for a few moments before continuing downwards, down onto my thighs, still dragging her breasts over me, all the way down and off the bed until she pressed her breasts warmly, softly, into the tops of my feet and hugged my legs. I wriggled my feet appreciatively against the soft pillows as she looked up at me, seeming to seek the approval in my eyes, or pausing for effect, or perhaps even thinking about what to do next.

She didn’t make me wait long. A flash of teasing excitement passed through her eyes, a look that I didn’t often see in lovemaking with her, and I stiffened a little in anticipation.

She climbed back up onto the bed and, moving more quickly than before, she kissed her way back up my legs and then settled between them, nudging them apart with her elbows. She dipped her head deep between my wide-spread legs, only her forehead visible above my stiff cock, and waited, just breathing on me for a few tantalizing seconds. Then, setting the broad flat of her tongue against my balls, she began to lick, slowly, gently, working her way all around my ball sack, as though she was leisurely cleaning up a melting ice cream cone. Oh man, this was new, and it was fantastic!

Lick after persistent lick, each one gently moving my balls as her fingers danced lightly over my stomach, up my sides, over my nipples. Each long lick would end near the base of my cock, and I soon began to strain upwards in a vain attempt to get her to continue the journey with her tongue onto the usual center of my excitement, but she was teasing me. She would pull back, breath seemingly-icy air over my balls for a second, and then swoop down below again, starting near my perineum and slowly, tenderly, hotly, lick towards the top of my balls again, one side, the other side, right up the middle between them.

Each time her head rose from below, her beautiful clear blue eyes appeared above my cock and locked onto mine, watching me, urging me, as I became more and more excited at her new trick. After she had blown cool air over my ball sack a few times it shrivelled up tight like an orange, but she kept working at the rippled surface, nudging and caressing and flicking against the tightly-wrinkled bag. Her soft tongue now blazed with heat on the cold skin of my scrotum, I could feel every movement of the wriggling hot licks and gentle flicks against my balls. Her fingers spent more time on my nipples than anywhere else, flicking little jolts of pleasure into them that raced down my spine to my now-dribbling cock to force out new pulses of pre-cum.

Her ministrations were spectacularly pleasurable, but after a while the anticipation of her probable next move got me thinking that it was a frantic need. I began pulling lightly at her arms with my fingers, trying not-so-subtly to get her attention onto the cock I was straining up in front of her face. Her eyes now danced with teasing humour as she ignored my silent — but obvious — entreaties. She kept dropping down again for one long, hot, squiggling lick after another. Each one would almost make me forget my need, but not quite, and I would pull at her again.

Eventually she did relent. But she didn’t take my cock into her hot mouth and pump for glory, much as I already wanted her to do that. Again she worked it like a summer treat, a long Popsicle to be licked in long slow strokes from bottom to top. The entire length of my shaft, especially the sides and the exquisitely-sensitive bottom, was treated to her gentle attentions. Soon, it too was icy-cool from evaporating spit and pre-cum, and each long, languorous lick of her soft tongue seemed to almost burn, deliciously, up the shaft. Her licks were excruciatingly long, agonizingly exciting, as she took five to ten seconds to drag her tongue slowly up the length of my cock, wriggling and squiggling it along the way, before starting over at the bottom again. Only occasionally did she take the head into her mouth to hotly swirl her tongue around on it for a few seconds, but each time she let it pop out to continue her long, loving traverses along the shaft with her wriggling tongue.

Again, her eyes hardly ever left mine as she watched me get more and more excited. That was almost as exciting as anything else; her eyes seemed at the same time to be glowing with tenderness and sparkling with good-natured teasing at the state she was putting me in. From time to time, I must admit, my eyes did leave hers for a moment, drawn to the sight of her soft, glistening, pink tongue spread flat against my purple-hard, straining cock, as she laved her love into me with tender strokes. I raised my hips off the bed, needlessly straining to press myself against her hot tongue, and she slipped a hand under me and began pulling her fingers gently through the crack of my bum. I gasped, and groaned, and groaned again.

Just when I thought I could take no more and two or three strokes inside her hot mouth would drain me forever, she stopped altogether. She raised herself on her arms, tightened them to squeeze her breasts close together, and then lowered the hot, soft pillows onto my cool, slick cock. Wow! Another new one! Even though she’d never done this before either, I thought I knew what she was up to, and immediately stroked once, twice, three times into the softness and warmth between her breasts before she stopped me. “Sshhhhhhhh,” she said, “take it easy.” She smiled tenderly at me. “Let’s make it a long one. Remember, it’s my treat.”

She was right, of course. The orgasm I thought I desperately wanted would be great, but getting there was more than half the fun. I stopped moving, my hard cock literally pulsing with an averted orgasm — I had been so close — and relaxed into her tenderness and warmth. She put her chin on my stomach and smiled up at me. “Almost had you there, did I?” she said, as she felt my cock pulsing against her breasts. “Naw.” I lied, trying to control my breathing, “I think I was starting to get interested though, don’t get discouraged.” Her head bobbed on my stomach as I chuckled at my own joke, and she rolled her eyes and smiled back at me before laying her soft cheek on my stomach. Her hair brushed against me, and she reached up to lay her hands lightly over my arms as I began caressing her hair, her cheek, her neck, and her shoulders and back.

We lay there for minutes, murmuring quiet endearments and gently caressing each other. From time to time I would push once or twice with my hips, sliding my cock through the warm caress of her breasts just often enough to keep it excited. Each thrust was delicious, of course, but the overall warmth and tenderness of our joining was a high in itself. The softness of my wife’s body brushed against me everywhere, from her hands on my arms, to her cheek and warm breath against my stomach, to her breasts hotly squeezing my cock and balls, to her hips and bum brushing against my thighs, to her smooth calves resting against my legs… everywhere the contact was exhilarating.

After a while, though, the moisture which had slickened my cock evaporated in the hot embrace of my wife’s pillowy breasts. Now when I pushed my cock into the soft heat, seeking a thrill to keep it alive, it was less pleasant trying to slide through the growing stickiness there. Of course my wife could feel it too. After a few sticky strokes she pushed herself back, pursed her lips and laid spit along the still-very-sensitive underside, spreading it around with her tongue, before dropping back down to wrap her breasts warmly around my cock again. I took her head in both my hands, locking into her eyes, as I began to strain purposefully into her soft pillows. I thought that was her plan!

I was wrong. Again, she was watching me intently, lovingly. Her fingers flicked again at my nipples while her clear blue eyes bored into mine. I stroked between the smooth pillows of her breasts, straining towards a release that was just out of reach, three more, two more, one more, the next one would do it… but then she pushed herself off me again, teasing, pleased with herself, as my cock jerked again with another averted orgasm. I might have groaned my frustration – I felt like doing it — but the dancing light in her eyes, her teasing smile, and especially her gentle, soft squirming and wriggling against me as she began dragging herself up my body, stopped me from doing it.

She kissed her way up, pecking, dabbing quickly with her tongue, moving more quickly than she had on her wonderful downward journey some minutes before. Her nipples dragged lightly over my thighs, and then up over my center and onto my stomach. Occasionally as she moved, she would press a warm breast press down against me, and the nipple’s acute point of contact would seem to disappear, swallowed by the soft, warm embrace of her breast.

As her head neared my own, she swung herself off to one side, knees and smooth calves gripping the sides of my left leg, and slowly lowered her body over me again, bringing her pink tongue to within an inch of one of my nipples, waiting, teasing me. Then she wrapped her now-cool hand very gently around my still-purple cock and, stroking lightly down, all the way to the base, she lowered her hot tongue onto my nipple once more. The result was no less electrifying than it had been earlier. Again, in moments, I felt close to the edge, and she again slowed, pacing me frustratingly, perfectly. My hands floated over her, caressing every part of her that I could reach. I lifted my face up to kiss the top of her head, the soft fragrance of her hair wafting through it.

Leaning over me as she was, on her hand and knees, legs on either side of my left leg, I couldn’t resist raising my knee so that the area just above my knee pressed into her warm center. Despite her earlier complaint about being tender, I wanted to see if I could give her a little excitement too. When I felt the soft folds of her pussy open and press wetly against my thigh, I stopped increasing the pressure, just maintained it and kept my leg still, waiting to see what would happen. Sure enough, after a moment, she began rotating her hips in a very small, gentle circle, working her pussy against my leg. Yes! I pulled her up for a long, wet kiss, thrilled that she had become excited enough to join me in taking pleasure, and then nudged her gently back down to my nipples before returning my hands to their task of sensuous roaming all over her body.

For several delicious minutes, we continued exactly as we were, I gratefully distracted a little by the task of giving my wife pleasure, she intent on my own. My wife was alternately flicking and loving my nipples with her soft tongue, lightly stroking the full length of my cock slowly with her cool hand, gently moving her soft, wet pussy against my leg. As she moved, her nipples dragged two little circles over my stomach. I ran my hands over her back, down her sides, over the sides of her breasts, as I alternately increased and decreased the pressure of my thigh against her rotating pussy lips. Sometimes I stretched down to squeeze her bum gently and run my fingers lightly down between her cheeks, brushing her crinkled little flower with a feathery touch. Other times I reached under to very gently squeeze her warm breasts together, giving her nipples some relief from their wonderful dragging over my stomach. Our initially-lazy motions became more frantic as each of us began to climb towards release. I heard my wife’s breathing through her nose quickening, becoming irregular, and then eventually she drew in a long breath and released it in a long moan of pleasure as she pushed herself up from my chest.

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