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“WHY WON’T YOU FUCK ME?!?”

“I JUST WANT SOME SLEEP!”

“Not again,” I grumbled as I rolled over to lie on my back.

As I stared at the ceiling, hoping to fall back asleep, I listened to the familiar sounds of my neighbors having their marital issues. It really sucked to be awake at 3 AM on a Thursday, especially when you have to wake up in about 3 hours, but that’s the price you pay when you live in a duplex, especially one with very thin walls. Still, I guess it’s better than living with my folks.

At 25 years old, I had landed a good job doing tech support at an accounting firm. The pay was decent enough for me to get my first place. This duplex was about half an hour from where I worked, and fit well into my budget.

But, right now, I was missing my sleep. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in the last 2 months. When I moved in 6 months ago, the unit next to me was empty. However, that was before the Turners moved in.

I never saw them that much since they moved in; occasionally, I would pass them by on the way to the mailbox, or when I put the trash out, but they pretty much kept to themselves. I kept expecting either one of them to come over and apologize for the noises they made. Lots of times I thought about calling the landlord, only to remember how much of a chickenshit I was.

After hearing the slam of a door, I was blessed with complete silence.

The next day, after getting home from work, I walked out to the mailbox. On the way there, I noticed one of the Turners pulling into their driveway in a black Pontiac Grand Am coupe. Out of the car came Sylvia Turner, the wife.

“Hey, neighbor,” I said with a smile and a wave.

“Hey,” she replied with thin smile.

As I got the mail, I watched my neighbor grab her backpack out of her car and head towards the house. All the while, I kept wondering why her husband wouldn’t want to have sex with her. Sure she wasn’t exactly hot, but she had her appeal, especially to a guy like me who hadn’t been laid since Obama was first elected.

Behind her rectangular geek glasses, she had tiny, watery eyes. Her face didn’t have many other notable features, just pretty pink lips that helped conceal her somewhat prominent upper front teeth, and a pointy, upturned nose that reminded me of the Whos from “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. Atop her head was a nest of dark brown hair arranged in a pixie cut.

But, her body was an entirely different story.

She had been blessed with curvy, child-bearing hips, accentuated by the jeans that she wore. But, the feature that would always immediately grab my attention was her chest. Underneath her drab t-shirt, she had been gifted with a pair of enormous, wobbling breasts that I liked to call “mom tits”. The few times I had seen her, those babies would jostle around her shirt like two giant water balloons under a bedsheet. I definitely had a type; I would take mom tits over those fake silicone porn star tits any damn day.

Later that night, I ran into Sylvia’s husband, Andrew, while I took out the trash. Andrew was a thin, yet muscular guy, with a mop of black hair and a shaggy mustache and beard. He pulled into the driveway in his pickup truck at around 11 PM, shooting me a friendly “Hey, buddy” before he ventured into his house. When I got back inside, I thought for sure that I would hear them arguing right away. Unfortunately for me, they started a bit after midnight.

“Dammit, Sylvia will you just come to bed?!?”

“No! Not unless you want me.”

“I do want you! I want to sleep with you!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

“SHIT, SYLVIA! I’M NOT A MACHINE! I HAD A ROUGH DAY AT WORK! CAN’T A MAN COME HOME, EAT, WATCH SOME FUCKIN’ TV, AND THEN GO TO BED WITHOUT HIS WIFE HOUNDING HIM?!?”

“I WOULDN’T HAVE TO HOUND YOU IF WE DIDN’T HAVE SEX ONLY TWICE EVERY FUCKING WEEK!”

I continued to lie there, hearing the verbal tennis going on between my dysfunctional neighbors. Maybe I should get some water…or watch reruns of The Twilight Zone…or go on my laptop to buy some noise-cancelling headphones. Heaving a sigh, I decided on my first choice and prepared to go get some water.

“WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?” I heard Sylvia roar. “MAYBE YOU’D LIKE IT IF I WENT AND FUCKED SOMEBODY ELSE!”

“BE MY FUCKING GUEST, BITCH!” Andrew retorted.

“FINE! I SWEAR, THE NEXT GUY I CROSS, I’M GONNA FUCK HIM SILLY!”

This argument, like the others before it, ended with the slam of a door. I sat on the edge of the bed, my slightly erect dick poking out of the front of my boxers. I guess part of me was hoping that Sylvia would run next door and ask me to help her make good on her threat. I remained seated for a few more suspense-filled minutes before I got up and headed to the kitchen. I was almost tempted to grab a cold shower in addition to my cold drink.

In the days that followed, my mind kept playing random scenarios where Sylvia and I would meet, and I would ravish her; it made for some very interesting wet dreams, to say the least. All of them progressed like the typical cheesy Ataşehir Escort porn plot: the sexy neighbor coming to ask for some sugar, the sex-starved wife running into me at the supermarket, or the lonely housewife that needed help unclogging a drain while she was only covered with a bath towel. Sadly, those things never came to play.

A few weeks after that, I had forgotten that oh-so-special dialogue, as it had been followed by several other loud arguments. If I had been as brave and forceful as I was in my head, I would have marched over to her side of the duplex, kicked the door in, and ravished her myself. I’m sure that would have given us all a chance for a good night’s sleep.

It was until a random Saturday afternoon that I received a knock on my door. I got up from my couch, turned off the television, and swiftly peeked through the eyehole to see Sylvia Turner standing in front of my door, wearing a drab brown T-shirt and some red basketball shorts. I quickly opened the door, to find her standing with her arms folded and a perturbed expression on her face. I began to wonder if she was going to file some kind of neighborly complaint. Had I set the volume on my TV too loud?

“Hey, I um,” she began. “You’re good with computers, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Listen, I hate to bother you, but, I’m in the middle of writing an essay, and I think I picked up a virus or something. I’ve tried everything to get it off, but nothing’s working. I’ve been working on this thing for weeks and…”I watched as a few tears began to slide down her face.

“I-I’ll take a look,” I said. “I just need to grab some stuff first.”

“Okay,” she sniffled.

I ran to my room, whilst in my head thanking whichever god responsible for this opportunity. After grabbing a few flash drives, I met back with Sylvia at the front door and we walked over to her side of the duplex. I was surprised at how nice their house was; the walls were adorned with photos of her and her husband, as well as various relatives. For some strange reason, I had always imagined the inside of their home to be some messy place littered with cigarette butts and food cartons. So far, that was two surprises.

“It’s back here,” she said.

My heart began to pound as I slowly realized that she was leading me into her bedroom, which was not as clean as the rest of the house. There were a few papers littering the floor, the bed was unmade, and it was gloomy, due to the closed curtains. The only redeeming quality was that it smelled strongly of banana bread.

“Sorry about the mess,” Sylvia apologized as she picked her laptop off of the bed and handed it to me. “I’ve been too busy to clean.”

“No worries,” I told her. “By the way, did you make some banana bread?”

“No, it’s actually a scented candle,” she said with a smile, nodding over to the candle sitting on her bathroom countertop.

I sat down on her bed and looked down at her computer. Her desktop was littered with fake antivirus software, and it wouldn’t allow me to access the internet. After about fifteen minutes, I was able to wipe whatever she had downloaded, and even gave her some great malware protection. Once that was done, it was extremely easy to recover her essay. She looked overjoyed as the familiar document pulled up on the screen, right where she left off.

“Oh! Yes! Thank you!” she cried, leaping up from her seat and grasping the computer.

“It’s not a big deal,” I assured her.

“Yes, it is,” she said with a stern expression. “You just saved me tons of work. Ugh, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well, luckily, I do this sort of thing for a living.”

“Damn, what are the odds,” she laughed as she ran her hands through her hair. “I’m sorry, but, that damn near gave me a heart attack.”

“Well, just make sure that you let that malware protection run daily, just to be safe. Plus, always backup your files.”

“I will. Thanks again, um…”

“Levi.”

“Levi,” she repeated, holding out her hand. “Sorry that it took so long for us to formally meet. Um, listen, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing!” I cried, putting my hands up in the air like I was under arrest. “Please, this is on the house. Consider it my neighborly duty.”

“Well, how about some beer? I’ve got some Redd’s Apple Ale in the fridge, plus, I could make some Hot Pockets.”

I casually accepted, while, inside my head, I was giddy from the high of being to help the object of my lust. It felt just like being in school again. Back then, girls would ask me all the time to fix their computers, and would show their gratitude with money, food, or party invites. Most times, the reward was just having them know my name so that they could refer me to their other hot friends with computer issues. Now, all these years of being a geek were finally paying off.

I followed Sylvia into the kitchen, and she seemed totally different from the sullen-faced, sex-starved woman that I had imagined in my head. It turned out that she was a bit of a geek herself. She astounded Kadıköy Escort me with her knowledge of TV shows, anime, and movies. We sat around talking for a couple of hours, long after the Hot Pockets and beer were done. Not only was she attractive, she was cool; it figures that she would be taken, too.

“Ugh, it’s nice to have some pleasant conversation for once,” Sylvia said. “I’ve been doing nothing except work and school since we moved here.”

“Don’t you have any people that you hang out with?” I asked her.

“Not really. Once in a while, I’ll hang out with Andy’s friends from the station and their wives, but we’re not really tight.”

“Is he a cop?”

“Paramedic. We moved here because they offered him more money than his last job.”

“How long have you guys been together?”

“Fourteen years.”

I went goggle-eyed. “WHAT?!? You guys look so young!”

Sylvia laughed at my reaction. “Yeah, thanks, we get that a lot. We got married when he was 19 and I was 20. After we graduated high school, I worked while he went to EMT and Paramedic school. Eventually, I realized that I wasn’t going to get a great job with a high school diploma, so I went back to school a few years ago.”

“Is that why you don’t have any kids?” I automatically slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at her with an expression of the utmost horror. “I’m sorry…I think that’s the beer talking; I’m a lightweight.”

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “We actually don’t want kids. I had my tubes tied when I was 23. I’ve got 8 brothers and 4 sisters by different fathers, so that turned me off to wanting kids. Thankfully, my husband feels the same way.”

“That’s good,” I said in relief.

“Yeah, plus I don’t think I can handle them right now, especially with me working and going to school full time. We’re not broke, but we’re not exactly loaded with cash. Plus, I’m in my last semester before I graduate this December with my Bachelors in Marketing. As soon as I get my degree, I’m getting a decent job, and we’ll have enough money to MOVE OUT OF HERE AND INTO OUR OWN HOUSE. WHOO!” We laughed as she rose from her seat and waved her hands in the air.

“Well, I know you guys will get there soon.”

“I hope so, for both our sakes,” Sylvia said as she sat back down. “By the way, I’m sorry if our shouting has kept you up.”

“What shouting?” I said, feigning ignorance as best as I could.

“Oh, come on, Levi. All of our neighbors have complained directly to us, except you, and you live next door. What does that say?”

“Look, you guys seem cool,” I said. “I’m sure things are a little rough right now, but it’ll get better. If it’s eating at you that much, then consider the food and conversation you gave me as us being even.”

“But, you wouldn’t have even been over here if you hadn’t come over to fix my computer, so we’re NOT even. How about I make some dinner for the two of us?”

“I don’t want to keep you from finishing your essay. I should probably go.” I started to rise from my seat.

“So you can have more wet dreams about me?”

It seemed as though my legs suddenly gave out on me, causing me to fall back into my chair. My heart sunk down into my gut, and my ears burned as if the AC had gone out. Unable to think, I responded with an automatic, “What?!?”

Sylvia smiled. “See, Levi, the thin wall thing goes both ways. You can hear me, and I can hear you. Andrew’s busy all the time, working 24 shifts, so I pretty much sleep in the guest room, which is riiiiight next to your room. Are you following me?”

“What’s your point?” I asked with trepidation.

“My point is that you talk in your sleep sometimes, and I can hear it through the wall.”

“That could have been a movie playing in my room. My laptop has great sound.”

“True. But I think it would be a huge coincidence if the movie had the line, ‘Sylvia Tucker, give me those mom tits.'”

My defense was shattered. I stood there, totally ready to give a confession, followed by an apology, followed by a promise not to speak to her anymore. In my mind, I was trying to decide whether or not moving to another home was feasible at the moment.

Before I could even pick any of those actions, she got up from her seat and lifted her shirt over her head. I could practically hear my dick hit the underside of the table as she bared her breasts to me. They were all that I had dreamed of, we both knew that. I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful, teardrop-shaped udders that hung gracefully from her chest.

Smiling at my amazed expression, she walked over to my side, her shirt still in her hands. She stood over me, her nipples hard with anticipation. For some reason, I was still sitting, staring at her in all of her topless glory.

“Listen, Levi. I like you, and I think we can help each other out, but, I don’t want to make you do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. If you want to leave, then that’s fine; I respect that. I’d still like to hang out with you in the future as a friend.”

“Okay,” Bostancı Escort I rasped, struggling to keep my eyes off of her chest.

“However, I’d really like you to fuck me. I’m not looking to make love. If I wanted someone to make love to me, I’d have my husband do it on a day that he’s not tired and hungry from work.”

“Okay.”

“So, you can either stay and have some fun, or leave. But, you should know two things: first, my husband won’t be home until 9 AM tomorrow, and, second, if you leave, I’m gonna go to the guest room and shove my dildo up my pussy. Thanks to these thin walls, you’ll probably be able to hear me.”

Having said that, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to stare in amazement. My body was burning with desire, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking into my boxers. On the one hand, I could go home and mind my business. On the other hand, I could stay here and have sex with my extremely horny neighbor. But what if her husband came home early?

“Is pussy really worth getting my ass beat by a paramedic?” I asked quietly to myself.

“Leviiiiiii,” I heard Sylvia call in a sing-song voice from the depths of the house. “I didn’t hear the front door open!”

Fuck this.

With a bravery that was mostly fueled by lust, and probably beer, I got up from my chair and marched towards the master bedroom. Waiting for me was Sylvia, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. I stood in the doorway, noting her eyes were stuck on the tent in my pants

“So, you just gonna stand there?” Sylvia asked with an amused expression on her face.

With a deep breath, I strode into the room. She rose from her bed as I walked up to her. As soon as she was standing, I buried my face into her chest. Immediately, my mouth went to her swollen pink nipples, sucking them and prodding them with my tongue. She giggled and moaned as I motorboated her, clutching my head so close to her breasts that I thought for half a second that she meant to suffocate me.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned. “I always dreamed of sucking on these tits!”

“I know, remember?” Sylvia whispered. “I heard everything through the wall.”

I looked up to see her in ecstasy; her hands were roving through her hair, her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth agape as she reveled in the attention that I lavished on her bosom. I continued to suckle her left breast while massaging her right one.

“Oh, enough of this,” she snarled, pushing me away before yanking her shorts and panties down. “You know what I want. Fuck me now!”

I gazed longingly at the wet slit between her legs, which was adorned with a beautiful trimmed patch of hair. In a few seconds, my clothes joined hers on the floor. I saw her eyes roving all over my body. Suddenly, I began to wish that I’d made an effort in the past to visit a gym; my lanky, thin frame was definitely not something that would arouse a woman. Still, I looked over on the bed to see Sylvia giddily spreading her legs, beckoning me to enter her.

“Where do you keep the condoms?” I asked, starting towards the nightstand “I just need to…ungh!”

Without warning, Sylvia leapt off of the bed, and put her arms around my waist. With an angry look on her face, she began to hump my thigh. Shivers of pleasure jolted up my spine as I felt her soaked pussy leaving its glistening juices all over my bare skin.

“I told you, I’ve had my tubes tied!” Sylvia growled “Don’t make me beg! FUCK ME! This is how I want you to do it! Fuck me like an animal!”

With a grunt, I began to fulfil her request. I grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back onto the bed. She laughed as she tumbled onto the mattress, laughing as she lay on her back. I leapt on top of her and stuck my dick into her hungry love-hole.

The warm, gooey wetness that suddenly enveloped my dick was a sensation that I had dreamed of; I’d never gone in raw before. My eyes fluttered, as the feeling of penetration racked my body. Beneath me, Sylvia was shivering as she pulled me in to the hilt. The two of us writhed as our loins became one.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah!” Sylvia crowed. “Jeez, I almost came…just from you sticking it in! AHHH!”

My only reply was to wince and groan, still overcome with so many feelings. I, too, wanted to cum; my sexual drought had been so long, that it had left me with little staying power.

“Fuck me, now,” Sylvia said, looking deep into my eyes as she ran her hands all over my chest. “Stir up my guts, Levi.”

I began humping her soaked twat with reckless abandon. Sylvia yelped with every inward thrust, which was also coupled with the sound of our bare skin slapping against each other. I could feel my dick getting wet, but I wasn’t sure if it was because my juices or hers.

Unwillingly, my mind went back to my first time having sex. It was 2008, and I was a freshman sitting in the dorm room of Rachel Levens, a porky sophomore from New Hampshire. We had met in the same “Introduction to Visual Basic” class, and frequently studied together. After months of hanging out, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend, which gained me a few minutes of wet, sloppy kissing. I still remember her breaking off the kiss, going into her roommates’ desk, and tossing me some condoms before going into her bathroom without a word.

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I slept deeply for several hours, and woke this morning quite rested. I dozed and cat-napped for some time longer, feeling better than I had in a long time.

The girls had shifted their positions overnight, so that Cami was now curled under my left arm and Andrea was lying on top of me. They were still asleep. I watched them rest, and basked in the sexiness of the situation. Feeling the girls’ bodies, along with the memories of the day and night before, were making me semi-hard.

Finally, as much as I did not want to, I had to ease Andrea off of me and get out of the bed to pee. That hard-on I had was not just from sexual stimulation. I walked out of the bedroom completely naked.

After the restroom, I went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I found some OJ in the fridge and drank straight from the carton. I was hungry from the previous day’s activities, and figured that the girls would be hungry too. I looked around in the fridge and found some eggs, and there was bread in the cupboard, but that was about all Cami had. So we would be eating eggs and toast.

I took a deep swig from the OJ, tilting my head and the carton back to get the last few drops. While my head was back, I felt some very cold hands grab my chest and tweak my nipples. I started and yelped.

Then I looked down and saw Andrea snickering. Her blue hair caught my eye first, then I realized that she was also nude. I looked up and down her short, little body; with its creamy, smooth skin, subtle curves, and surprisingly long legs.

We looked at one another quietly, and my cock came to life. It lengthened and hardened, and rose up to point straight out from my body, straight at her.

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said in her flute-like voice, “seeing your big dick get hard for me, I mean.”

I couldn’t really say anything, as my member was speaking for me.

“You spilled some,” she said, referring to the OJ that had sputtered out of my mouth and leaked out of the container onto my chest. I became very aware of the cold fluid running down my chest and into my crotch.

Because I was so much taller than her, she was able to lean far enough down to start kissing around my cock. She licked what little juice was on my stomach and abdomen, then started licking and kissing my cock. She put her lips over it, and I thrust ever so slightly into her mouth, getting a few inches in. I moaned while my cock throbbed in her mouth, and she licked and sucked.

Then she took her mouth off of me. She licked and kissed her way up my torso, getting the rest of the spilled juice. The cold of the juice was replaced by the warmth of her mouth all over my chest. Of course, she kept working her mouth over my body even when the juice was gone.

When she was standing up straight and had gone as high up my chest as she could, up to about my pecs, she reached her arms up, I reached mine down and we embraced. Then I lifted her gently off of her feet, and brought her face to mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I put my arms under her for the most comfortable support. We kissed deeply for several minutes.

“Do it,” she said, she piped in that musical voice.

I lowered her, reached a hand to my dick, and pushed it slightly into her. Then I lowered her the rest of the way onto it, a little at a time.

Then, as I did with Göztepe Escort her girlfriend yesterday, I began moving Andrea up and down my cock. Not too fast, as she seemed to be having trouble taking it all in.

I bounced her up and down, and then sped up a little.

In a few minutes, she was moaning and clenching her body in orgasm. I stopped moving her, even though my own orgasm was nowhere near, because I remembered how sensitive she became at orgasm. I didn’t pull her off me, but kept her very still.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, indicating that I could start again. So I started bouncing her up and down on my cock again. Even though I would never reach orgasm at this rate, it was still delicious being inside of her.

I don’t really know how to contrast the different feel of the two girls’ pussies. Andrea’s is a little tighter and wetter, but Cami’s is hotter and seems to have stronger vaginal muscles…so that she can grip me more firmly.

I pistoned her up and down on me for a few more minutes, then she came again. I was still not even close to coming.

“I promise that I’ll be able to last longer,” she said, panting, “when I get used to your size.”

I kissed her.

“It’s okay,” I said, meaning it. “Besides, this way I can fuck you longer without coming. I like being inside you, and want it to last as long as it can.”

“Let’s go take a shower,” she suggested, my cock still in her. And I carried her to the bathroom, inside her every step. The jarring from my steps made her bounce slightly on me, which sent jolts of pleasure through us both.

Then we were in the bathroom and, reluctantly, I pulled her off of my cock. She bent over to turn on the shower and, as a joke, I poked my cock into her ass-cheeks, feinting towards her anus.

“Hey!” she said, surprised. “Don’t even try that!”

Of course, with the difference in our sizes, there was no way I would ever fit into her back door.

“Just joking,” I said, and worried for a moment that I had scared her.

She smiled and snickered again, letting me know it was alright.

Then we got under the hot water. I took the soap-bar in hand and rubbed up a good lather. Then I worked the lather over every inch of her little body, rubbing my hands into her skin, giving her a massage while I washed. Then I gently shampooed her hair, using only tender finger movements and massaging her head in the process.

“That was good,” she said dreamily. “Your turn.”

She turned the shower off and started filling the tub. She pushed me down onto my knees and stood over me. Even kneeling, I was only a couple of inches shorter than her. She washed me in that position, taking care to clean me thoroughly. Just as I had done, she did not do anything overtly sexual during this. She just rubbed and caressed and washed, which felt wonderful, despite the lack of direct sexual stimulation.

Then she drained the soapy water and started refilling the tub. She directed me to lie down, which I was able to do by hanging one leg out of the tub and propping the other against the wall. She then sat on me, slightly above my crotch. It was a tight, sexy fit with the both of us in there.

She took a bottle of some sort of oil, poured out a generous amount of it, and started rubbing that into my chest. She rubbed with a surprising amount of İstanbul Escort strength in those little hands. I soon found myself dozing from the relaxing effect of the massage she gave. At some point, I noticed that she had worked most of the oil off of her hands, but was still rubbing me firmly.

My cock had been semi-hard this whole time, and grew to full hardness as she continued to rub.

“I was nervous about last night,” she said. “Even with Cami here, I was worried. And when she first suggested that we get you, I was really intimidated. But you made it easy. You were so good, too.”

Then she just eased back and took my cock into her, mewling as she did so.

“Cami is so great,” she said as she started moving back and forth on me. “We started dating right after I was raped. And she gave up men for the eight months we’ve been together, to be with me when I needed it. She is so great in bed, and so sexy. And she knew to get you….”

She fell silent and just rode me for a moment, as we both sighed in pleasure.

“You know,” she said, “she and I have had a few threesomes before.”

“But you said,” I began, then stopped when I realized what she meant. The thought of Cami and Andrea with a third girl made me so horny that I started into an orgasm.

I didn’t realize it at first, but she was having an orgasm too. And she stopped moving before I ejaculated, but I still had a small orgasm. A moment later, she started moving on me again.

“The first time was with a girl from England,” Andrea said, referring to their first girly-threesome. “I had a few classes with her, and wanted her so bad. But I was afraid to approach, didn’t know if the she was even into girls or not. So Cami got her for me. She can do that, even with straight girls sometimes. She likes bringing them home to me.” Pause. “The English girl liked us so much that she has been back three times. And we make love to her all night every time.”

This dirty talk made me so horny that I began building to orgasm instantly.

Andrea started coming again a moment later, and I had another small, non-ejaculatory orgasm with her.

“Another time,” Andrea said as she resumed humping me, “we were with this girl from South Africa. Her skin was so perfectly dark…it turned us both on so much. We spent hours just licking and kissing her skin before we got to her sensitive spots. She and I both came just from rubbing against one another…” she then rode me silently again, her tight pussy really clamping down on my cock.

“We did everything with her,” Andrea went on between gasps and moans, riding me the whole time. “We all took turns being the center of attention. Cami and I would do her, then she and I would do Cami, and then they both did me. Then we did a triangle, everyone getting licked and fingered all at once.”

Andrea and I came together, again without me ejaculating. As much as I wanted to come, I was really starting to enjoy multiple orgasms, especially since we were having them together.

“Then we all washed ourselves off thoroughly, and took turns doing double oral,” Andrea went on. “One girl at a time would get her pussy and her ass licked. I came like a rocket six or seven times from that. And I don’t know how many times I came that night.”

I put my hands on Andrea’s hips and started moving her. Mostly, I just held Anadolu Yakası Escort her hips firmly and exerted force in time with the motions she was already making. But she appreciated it, as she moaned even louder while we did this. As with last night, she seemed to appreciate me exerting my strength at just the right times. She didn’t want me to do so all of the time, I think, but often.

“Then there was this other girl who brought her toys,” she said, moving back and forth a little faster now. “She taught us how to use a three-way dildo. She and I laid on our backs while Cami got on top of us. And we fucked each other silly with this ‘T’ shaped thing, with one end in each of us. The girl and I scissored our pussies and ground them together, causing the thing to move up into Cami. And Cami would shift back and forth to jam the thing into the two of us. It felt just like fucking, but with all the heat from three pussies…”

We were both getting close again.

“Hold on a little longer,” I managed to gasp. “I’m almost there.”

“Okay,” she said and continued humping me. Then she said, “There was one time when we went on a double date with two cheerleaders. We came home…Oh, god!”

And we both came in a massive orgasm, and I finally shot off inside of her. It felt like I pumped a bucket of cream into her. There was so much of it, and she was so tight that my come spilled back around my dick a second after I came.

A moment later, she pulled off of me and then collapsed forward onto my chest. She rested her head just under my chin. We held and stroked each other silently for awhile.

“I knew I’d find a way to get you off,” she said.

We started wrinkling after a few more minutes, and so got out of the tub. ***

After we toweled off, Andrea walked to the edge of the bedroom. Neither of us bothered to dress. I watched Andrea’s tight little ass sway as she walked. When she got to the bedroom door, I snuck in beside her and smacked my soft (but still lengthened) cock against her ass a few times, causing her to laugh.

“Hey, you’ll make me wake Cami up!” Andrea admonished me.

I looked into the bedroom to see Cami still asleep, and still quite nude. Her punk-red hair was askew, and she was snoring slightly. The covers had come down just enough to reveal her firm, round, and fairly large titties.

“She is so sexy,” Andrea said.

I agreed wholeheartedly, and my dick hardened just a little bit.

“Let’s go to the couch and take a nap,” Andrea whispered.

I looked at her curiously, but followed when she dragged me away from the bedroom.

“I hate to be greedy,” she said, “but it’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, with a good man, I mean. I just want to have you to myself for a little while.”

“Understandable,” I said.

I laid down, having to drape both legs off the end of the couch. We were both still nude. She climbed on top of me and pulled a blanket over us. Our combined body heat soon warmed both of us up perfectly.

“How much of that was true?” I asked, a little smug.

“Eh?”

“The stuff you said in the tub,” I clarified.

“All of it,” Andrea said innocently.

“Come on,” I insisted.

She just answered by biting my nipple, causing me to yelp again.

We played around thus for awhile. Then we got sleepy and dozed off together, in each other’s arms. I slept peacefully with the little blue-haired nymph on top of me.

I’m getting on well with both girls. I know they only brought me here for sex (not that I’m complaining), but I wonder if something rare is beginning here.

We’ll see.

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Your back is to me. I lean against the door jamb with my hands in my jacket pockets, trying to stay cool while inside, I’m a raging inferno, my lust fanned by your endless teasing.

It might seem that you’re teasing me now, facing away from me, but I can see that you’re just showing me another side of yourself. I smile, adjust my pants and take in the view of your luscious ass.

Your head turns sharply. You flash a wicked grin. Then, you take hold of the bottom of your cream, knit sweater and slowly peel it up your back, exposing inch after inch of perfect, kissable skin. The strap of your black lace bra comes into view, followed by your neck.

You raise your arms high and pull the sweater inside out and over your head. You drop it to the floor and shake your hair loose with a sigh.

The gentleman in me longs to help you unsnap your bra, but I don’t want to move from my vantage point. Besides, it’s too fun to watch as your hands reach back, fumble for a moment, then snap the constricting garment loose. You drop your hands to your side, leaving the straps hang off your shoulders. A barely noticeable shrug sends your bra to the floor with another sigh.

Your hands move to your breasts to rub out the tension from the bra and I envy them. They glide down your belly to the clasp of your skirt. A flick of your wrist unsnaps it and it pools at your feet. You are clad only in a tight, black thong that shows off the round globes of you perfect ass. My resistance flags. I bite my lip.

I marvel at the graceful rippling of your shoulder muscles as your arms climb slowly again. You grab your hair and lift it away from your body. You cock your head to one side, exposing your tender neck and close your eyes.

You are presenting yourself to me, offering me your body. You know what will happen if I kiss that sweet spot on your neck. You want it to happen. You know you don’t have to beg for this. All you have to do is offer: I can’t resist you.

I walk calmly behind you, savoring every moment that I am blessed to see your body. You hold the pose patiently, knowing what’s coming, but I can still feel the shiver when my hands touch your back. I draw my palms slowly down until they rest lightly on your hips. The texture of your skin makes my heart race.

I close the distance between us. My clothed body conforms to your curves. You gasp at the contrasting sensations of my clothes and my hands. My erection nestles against the strap of your thong and you press back into me. I cock my head to the side and bring my lips close to your neck. You can feel my breath on that sweet spot and you shudder in anticipation.

My lips make wet contact with your neck. Your body goes tense and you moan from the intensity of the feeling. My lips slowly massage your neck just below your ear. The kiss deepens. My tongue glides over the wet skin of your neck. This most sensitive part of your body thrills under the unrelenting ministrations of my lips and tongue.

You squirm a little so I wrap my arms around you. I’ve got you nice and tight. There’s no escape from my teasing kisses. You squeal. I suck harder until I’m sure I’ve left a hickey.

My hands slide up your ribs and onto your luscious breasts. My fingers stroke the soft flesh as my lips search your neck for new nerves to torment. I find some just behind your ear.

“Oh, God,” you gasp as my tongue tickles this new favorite spot. I throw gas on the fire by hooking my fingertips in your nipple rings and tugging gently.

Your legs are getting weak. You press your ass against my cock rhythmically, hoping I’ll get the hint, stop all this teasing and bend you over the bed for a nice fucking. Instead, I roll your nipples between my fingers and nibble your earlobe, making you cream your panties even more.

“I’m so wet, baby. Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

I love to hear you beg, especially after enduring a striptease that challenged every ounce of my self-control.

“Beg me to touch your cunt,” I whisper between bites and licks.

“Yes, please touch my cunt. Feel inside my panties. I’m so wet for you. Please rub my pussy before I go crazy.”

Who could resist such a request?

My right hand trails slowly over your belly to the top of your thong. I slide the tip of one finger just under the waistband, then a little deeper until I can feel the stiff forest that covers your mound. I play in the hairs for a bit before diving into your panties for deeper exploration.

Your legs buckle as my fingers slide over your hood. My fingers splay around your pussy, two on each side, the middle holding the fabric of your panties out. I run my digits down the outside of your labia majora until they meet, then pull them up through your inner lips, at last giving you the contact you had begged for so nicely.

My fingers are instantly drenched by your cream. I spread it around your pussy before masturbating you in earnest. You buck your hips in time with my busy fingers. I tease your nipple Maltepe Escort even harder, flicking your gold ring and pinching your sensitive nub.

Your lips swell and open to me, dripping their wonderful nectar on my rubbing and probing fingers. I tug your thong down to your ankles, leaving you nude as you step out of them. Rising back up, I wrap one arm tightly around your waist and sink two fingers deep into you. You moan an obscenity and clutch my intruding fingers hard. I slide them in and out a few times, fucking you softly. My thumb rolls over your clit. You hunch down on my driving fingers. I hold you tight to keep you from falling.

Then, all at once, I bite your earlobe, pinch your nipple, and curl my fingers forward. You gasp at the sudden shift in sensation. Then, your body stiffens as my finger tips find what they were searching for: your G-spot.

I stroke this magical, inner sweet spot with a firm but gentle touch, quickly bringing you to an unexpectedly new level of arousal. You grab my wrist with one hand, but you don’t try to stop me.

“Oh, God, baby. What are you doing to me?” you pant.

“Just stroking your G-spot. You like it?”

“I feel like I have to pee.”

“Just relax, hon. Just go with it and let it feel good. Oh, that’s it, now,” I say encouragingly as your hips once again start to rock back and forth on my hand. I can feel the rough tissue start to swell under my ministrations. Your cunt begins to quiver. Your juices flood my hand.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper, with a wicked grin, as I strum your clit again with my thumb.

“It’s too much,” you gasp, bracing your body against mine. “I can’t take it.”

“Relax and let it go. Come on my hand, sweetie.”

I flick your clit hard and fast as I stroke your G-spot. You’re so close to the edge of an enormous orgasm. A kiss-ever so soft-to your neck sends a shiver through your body, and you let yourself come.

“Commmmmming!” you cry. Your orgasm feels hard, like you’ve been dropped to the floor. You squeeze my fingers hard. Your sweet girl-come drips to the floor as pulse after pulse of loving pleasure surges through your body. I rub your G-spot through your orgasm, unrelentingly pushing you to take your pleasure a little further. You feel the contractions deeply, squeezing my fingers again and again.

Just as I wonder how much you can take, your body goes limp against me. I hold you tight, leaving my fingers buried in your puss, but just holding them there, not rubbing. Your legs clench tight around them. I wonder how you can even stand after coming like that.

Suddenly, you turn around in my arms and drape your arms wrap around my neck. I reluctantly remove my hand from your thong and take hold of your hips. Our bodies mold into each other as our lips meet in a delicate kiss.

My heart melts with joy under the warmth of your embrace. My mind vanishes: all thought is replaced by sensation and emotion.

Our tongues dance skillfully. Your fingers play along my neck, searching for the areas that will make me crazy. You find one quickly, and soon your lips are sucking fiercely on my sweet spot. I can do nothing but grip your body as though I am holding on for dear life.

You chuckle as my eyes roll back into my head. I let you take control and give in to the tingling spreading from that spot on my neck to my toes and back up to my balls.

You slip my jacket off then get started on the buttons of my shirt, your fingers dragging through my soft chest hair until you reach my navel. Your lips follow that path, trailing kisses over my chest. You give each nipple a teasing lick as you pull my shirt tails from my pants and drop the garment to the floor. Your gentle licks become serious bites as you endeavor to harden my nipples. Inspired by the rush of pleasure, I reach for your own breasts. I stroke each one slowly, flicking the rings back and forth until you let out a moan, then I grip your hard nubs between my thumbs and forefingers and roll and twist and pinch until you are gasping for breath.

You pull away from me before you start to come-I know how sensitive your nipples can get and you know I have no mercy-and drop to your knees. We flash matching grins at one another.

You lean forward to drop a tiny kiss at the tip of the bulge in my trousers. My cock surges in response and strains against the confining boxers and slacks in a frustratingly futile effort to find its way into your mouth. You laugh at my sad little moan and flick my cock with your finger.

Leaving my crotch for the moment, you pull my shoelaces until the knot comes undone. I hurriedly kick them off. I have no more patience for teasing, but I know better than to try to stop you. Besides, history teaches us that what comes around goes around.

Your deft fingers have my trousers unsnapped and unzipped in a heartbeat. The tailored pants float to the ground. You pull my socks off with my pants leaving me in just my boxers-white İstanbul Escort with classy beige stripes.

The backs of your nails drag up the backs of my legs sending me into a fit of shivering. You grin and let your nails slip up the legs of my boxers and onto my ass. I love it when you tease my ass. I melt into putty under your touch. My cock is dying to be sucked, but I am seduced by the wonderful sensations you have spread around my body.

The fabric of my shorts leaves goose bumps in its wake as it glides down my legs. My cock springs free, standing straight and proud. You greet it with a giggle and a kiss on the crown. Now you have me naked.

I love being naked for you. It is part of something we share: we both love to present our bodies to each other. You do it when you bend over the bed and look back at me, begging me with your eyes to fill you completely. I do it by shedding all my clothes for you, surrendering my body to your needs.

Your hands wander back to my bare cheeks, squeezing and caressing them. You grip my ass tight-almost as though you are holding me in place-and press the tip of my cock to your puckered lips.

Your wet lips slide about halfway up my extra-sensitive glans. I can just feel the warmth of your mouth. It’s a tantalizing preview of the overwhelming pleasure I know you will give me when you finally let that mouth of yours engulf my shaft. Your tongue flicks quickly over my slit. I sense an almost silent sigh as you taste me. As always, a little of that just gets you hungry for more.

And then I enter the gates of Heaven. Your lips slowly-so very slowly-caress my shaft as you suck my cock deep into your mouth. The warmth and wetness make me feel safe in your care. Your tongue massages the sensitive underside as your lips firmly stroke the shaft. Up and down your mouth glides, giving me exactly what I need. Obscenities flow from my lips as you suck away my inhibitions.

“Oh fuck, baby, suck that hard cock.”

My cock swells inside your mouth as the blow job intensifies. I’m dripping onto your tongue. You moan contentedly when I ask if you like my taste. Your head bobs back and forth, sucking my cock with a mission. You wrap your thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft and suddenly begin stroking hard and fast. It’s more than I can take.

“Fuck, baby,” I grunt. “You’re gonna make me come. Is that what you want?”

“M-hmm,” you mumble to my throbbing dick.

“Are you trying to make me come in your mouth? Is that what you’re after?”

“M-hmm.”

“You want to taste me, don’t you, honey?”

“Mmm.”

Your soft hand closes gently around my tightening balls. My cock swells in your mouth drawing a fresh moan from deep in your throat.

“Get ready to taste my come, baby. You got me so close. I’m gonna come in your mouth, just for you. Oh, fuck, you got me right on the edge. I’m right there. Don’t stop, baby. Get ready for my come.”

You have me right on the edge. I’m pulled tighter than a guitar string, waiting to snap. Your ring of fingers slows to a crawl, now torturing my shaft. I whimper like a baby and grab your hair tight. Your lips suddenly quicken their pace. It’s clear you are done teasing. You won’t stop now until you’ve drunk deeply from me. I’m over the edge in an instant.

“Here it comes,” I blubber in a high-pitched squeak caused by the tension that has built to the breaking point. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Here it comes. AHH!”

I grunt loud and deep as the first contraction shocks my entire body. My semen floods your mouth with the first shot, bathing my cock in a warm, soft, comfortable pillow of cream in which to come. The contractions are smooth and long. I feel like I’m being drained. You swallow my sperm and suck hard on my still-pulsing member. Your mouth fills again. My orgasm subsides. You suck me once more and are rewarded with an unexpected twitch and a final drop of come. You swallow a second time, then slowly release my expired cock. As I collapse on the bed, you tenderly lick my cock clean.

My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid it will wake the neighbors as sure as my screaming orgasm. You drape your body over mine like a blanket. You’re soft and very light. We fit together so perfectly: your legs on my legs; my still-tender cock wrapped in your nest of pubic hair; your breasts against my chest; your lips on my lips. I can just taste a salty hint of my semen on your lips and it excites me. My cock twitches slightly. You rise up on your elbows and smile at me. You wiggle your hips, giving my growing member a naughty little massage. We look into each other’s eyes and giggle. I grab your ass in one hand and your hair in the other as I pull you into a kiss that has more animal passion than gentleness.

Our tongues wrap together and dance. You grind your dripping cunt hard against my stiffening dick. I can feel how wet you are. Your bush is bathed in your sweet essence and soon my cock is slick from it, Anadolu Yakası Escort too. Did I really just come a few minutes ago? I am on fire again.

I give your ass a playful slap. You jump and twitch with surprise. I slap again, a little harder, then stroke the tender skin of your backside, spreading that delightful tingling sensation all around. You break our kiss to moan. Your legs fall to the sides of my hips. Straddling me, you can now grind your clit on my cock with authority. That’s got to feel good.

I can tell you want to be filled. Your lips are swollen and splayed open like your legs. Your labia are giving the underside of my cock the most sensuous kiss. I must admit, it turns me on to see you driven to the point where you become a desperate slut.

My hands wander to your breasts. I run teasing circles around your nipples, flashing you a grin as you begin to wonder if you’ll ever get the fucking you crave. My fingertips graze those delicate nipple rings, sending ripples of vibration to your luckiest of nerves. I suddenly pinch your nipples hard. You almost lose your balance as you try to twist away from the unexpected-but much longed for-intensity. I push you onto your back, still pinching and twisting, not giving up until you are out of breath, then I release the hardened nubs and dive into your neck, looking for that sweet spot again. You gasp as I nibble your neck, then scream as my cock taps accidentally against your clit.

I push your legs wide apart and position myself between them, leaving my cock lying on top of your pussy like it was the most natural resting place in the world. I piston my hips slowly, dragging my hard member back and forth across your protruding clitoris. You gasp and cry out and grab a fistful of the sheets.

“I’m sorry, is that too intense for you?” I say with a sarcastic grin.

“Just fuck me,” you say through gritted teeth.

I take my penis by the base and tap the head firmly against your clit.

“Please,” you beg, knowing I can never refuse you when you start to beg.

“Guide me,” I say.

You grab my dick and position the head between your firm lips. I’m pressing against your opening, knocking at the door. My crown is slick from your juices. Your pussy is swollen, wet and ready for me. I know that once I push, my cock will pry open your entrance, stretch you wide and sink down to the core of your body, but I can’t resist teasing just a little bit more. I push gently-too gently to enter you. Your body tenses and you moan your disapproval. I smile softly to you.

“Here you go, sweetie,” I say, making a promise I intend to keep. “I’ll fill you with my cock, now.”

You nod and look deep into my eyes. Our love fills the space between our faces. I push my cock against your vagina, not stopping until your muscles give way. Your pussy accepts the intruding member gladly, happy to be held open in a gliding caress. I slide into you as slowly as I can manage; filling you slow and deep; making you feel like my cock must be miles long. Finally, my balls nestle against your perineum and my pubic bone pushes hard into your clitoris. My cock flexes and swells inside you, making you suddenly aware of how deep I am. Your pussy contracts back against it. You are completely filled. We kiss and our bodies are joined together completely.

You grab a fistful of my ass and pull me even tighter into you. You thrust up, grinding your clit on me. I slowly slip my cock back out. Your cunt clutches at the retreating intruder. I break our kiss to moan. It’s such an exquisite place I find myself. I feel like my cock head is enormous. I slowly pull my cock out, then drive it back home. You’re so wet. My cock slides in smoothly. We moan together.

“Now, fuck me,” you say.

I oblige and start pumping my hips, giving you the action you’ve been craving. I slide in and out of you, nice and even. In moments, I’m at the gates of Heaven, but I’m just going to stay there for a while. It feels so wonderful. We kiss a while, then break the kiss to moan some more. Your legs wrap around my ass, pulling me deep into you. I fuck you slow and deep and hard, wanting to fill you completely. I bite your neck. You scream at the sudden rush of pleasure through your body.

“Faster,” you grunt as you lower your legs flat. “I want to come, baby.”

Your back arches. I move a little higher and pick up the pace, pounding your clit hard with every thrust. It feels so good for me, but I can tell it’s driving you right to the edge. Your pussy gushes around me-my balls are getting soaked. Your muscles are quivering. You’re moaning out of control, practically shouting with every breath you take.

“Are you going to come on my cock?” I tease, flashing you a wicked grin.

“Yes,” you say with a gasp. Your hips arch up to me. I suddenly take a nipple in my fingers and squeeze it hard.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, looking deep in your eyes.

“Oh fuck!”

You suddenly find yourself past the point of no return. You dive fast into orgasmic oblivion, your body gearing up for the inevitable explosion of joy. And then it arrives. Your entire body spasms with the first contraction. Your cunt grips my cock hard, but I thrust through your tightness, never letting up on the fucking.

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It’s mid-March and “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). The “15/15 Bucking Battle” has begun inside the local Johnson arena. The fifteen-top bull-riders face off against the fifteen-top bulls in the PBR. Jay (23 yrs.) randomly draws the bull, “Under-Dog.” He never rode this bull before who had thrown every rider this season.

Debra (21 yrs.) is a horse barrel-racer (32-24-31) who stands at 5 feet. She isn’t competing this weekend and drives into town for the PBR battle. She is known to wear tight-fighting wrangler jeans tucked into black cowboy-boots. Her brown braids hang down under a black cowboy-hat.

Debra has been watching all of the top bull riders on her iPhone. She bumped into Jay last month who knocked her onto the floor in a country bar. He was with some blonde, but pulled her up with his injured wrist and asked if she was okay. She never forgot his brown sleepy eyes and that bulge inside of his wrangler jeans.

Jay climbed onto “Under-Dog” and felt the heat inside of the bucking shoot. He rode only 15 seconds and lost control quickly. His body was thrown forward and the bull’s horn slammed his helmet. Jay was knocked unconscious who dropped to the dirt and onto his back. The rodeo clowns chased the bull away from him.

Inside the hotel bar that night. Jay sits alone and takes a quick drink from a whiskey glass. His hand pushes up the white cowboy-hat and he shakes his head. There is a large bruise on his right cheekbone. He stands up, turns and bumps into Debra who falls to the floor. Her cowboy hat falls off Kartal Escort too.

He says, “Sorry young lady. Didn’t see you.”

She recognizes him and replies, “You keep knocking me down Jay.”

He says, “Come again?”

She stands up and puts her hat back on.

He chuckles, “That was you last month. Sorry again. I was goin’ to the restroom.”

Jay begins to walk away, but gets dizzy. She wraps her arms around his waist and holds him up.

She asks, “You okay honey?”

He answers, “No, still shaken by my bull ride tonight.”

She says, “We all saw you get knocked out.”

He leans against the bar, “Just give me a second. I’ll go to my room upstairs.”

Debra pulls him onto his feet, “Come on. Let’s go. I’ll help you to your room.”

He leans on her even though she’s really short.

Inside Jay’s hotel room. He lays back on the bed with his western shirt unbuttoned. His jeans, boxer shorts and boots are piled next to the bed. His knees are bent as the legs dangle off the bed. He leans back on his elbows who still wears his cowboy hat.

Jay watches Debra who is in between his legs. She wears her cowboy hat too. Her western shirt is unbuttoned showing her bare tits. Those braids fall down her back.

Her lips are clamped tightly around his thick-6-inch-cock. Her left-hand cups his enormous balls. She’s been deep-throating his shaft with insane control.

Debra’s wet lips slide down his whole shaft and holds it inside of her throat.

Jay responds, “Yeah… Swallow-My-Cock… Pendik Escort Fucking-Swallow-It.”

Her tight lips slide… Up and Down… Up and Down… Up and Down.

He closes his eyes, “Oh-Ohhhh.. That-Feels-Good… Fucking-Good.

Up and Down… Up and Down… Up and Down.

He says, “You’re-A-Fucking-Pornstar… Fuck.!!”

She slides all the way down his shaft again and holds it a little longer.

He replies, “H-How… Do you do that… S-So easy?… My-Whole-Cock.!!”

Her lips go… Up and Down… Up and Down… Up and Down.

He says, “Better-Than… My-Fucking… Ex-Girlfriends..!!”

Up and Down… Up and Down… Up and Down.

He screams, “I’m-Gonna-Shoot… Gonna-shoot.!!”

She keeps moving up and down.

Jay explodes, “AHHHHH… UHHHH… UHHHHH… AHHHHH… AHHHH… FUCK.!!”

His huge load squirts down her throat.

Her lips keep sliding up and down.

He replies, “UHHHH… UH-UHHHH… AHHHHH… FUCK… DEBRA… FUCK.”

She slides down all the way and holds it again. His cock drains of cum.

Jay falls back onto the bed, “Ahhhhh… Fuck… You-Took-It-All… Ahhhhh-My-Gawd.”

Her lips slide down to his cock-tip and licks it.

She finally drops his shaft.

30 minutes later. Debra and Jay are both naked on top of the bed. They are in the doggy-style position. She leans on her hands with braided ponytails hanging over the shoulders. He is behind her with his hands gripping her shoulders.

His thick cock is Göztepe Escort buried inside of her clean and shaved pussy. He pushes in so deep that his black-crotch hits her butt-cheeks. His eyes watch the thrusts which are short and deep. Her buttock’s jiggle.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Debra is a screamer, “OHHHH… FUCK… OHH-FUCK… OHHHHH-OHHHH…FUCK.”

He smiles down at her butt-cheeks.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Her tits jiggle too.

She replies, “OHH-OHHHHH… OHHHH… OHHH-JAY… OHHHHHH… FUCK.”

His hands pull back on her shoulders while he pushes his cock inside… It is hot.

He grunts and asks, “You-Want-Another-Load?… Huh-Baby?… Huh?”

She answers, “OHHHHH…YES… YES… OHHHHH.. GAWD-YES.. YESSSSS.”

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

He grunts, “You’re-Gonna… Get-It-Debra… All-Of-It.”

She replies, “OHH-OHH-OHHHHH… GAWD… GIVE-IT-TO-ME..”

He looks down at his shaft and pushes inside two more times. He holds it in as his crotch pushes against her butt-cheeks.

Jay explodes, “Uhhhh.. Ahhhhh.. Ahhhh.. Ohhhhh.. Uh-Ahhhhh.. Uhh-Fuck.!!”

His hands slip down her back to those butt-cheeks. His cock pulls out slowly and he bends over. His lips gently kiss those tight cheeks from left to right.

He chuckles, “I’m a little dizzy after my bull ride.”

The next morning. Jay is asleep under the bed covers. His head leans on a pillow with that bruise visible.

Debra finishes slipping on her boots. Her braids are wet after taking a shower. She adjusts her cowboy hat. Her fingers reach down and they grip Jay’s champion belt-buckle and leather strap. She throws it over her shoulder and quickly stands up.

She whispers, “Damn Jay. You got big balls. I tried to drain them last night.”

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Sometimes you just fall into good luck, and I sure did when Eleanor moved next door. I had lived in a lovely home with a pool and patio for over ten years when the house next door went up for sale last winter.

The buyer was a mid-30s professional woman who had recently divorced. She was attractive and slim, and we waved now and then when we were outside and had very brief exchanges.

A few months later, her mother moved in with her. Her mother was named Julia, but I almost never saw her. She was probably in her early 60s, and she had her daughter’s slim figure. In fact, Julia looked quite attractive.

As for me, I retired early in my 50s and enjoy long leisurely days of doing whatever I damn well please. For many years, I had kept up an exercise routine and luckily I didn’t have the paunch that hits most of us guys in our mature years.

One thing I especially enjoyed was sunning myself by the pool on warm summer days, and because of high fences around my property and a large high hedge between my home and Eleanor’s place, I could relax in the nude.

There’s nothing like swimming and lounging in the buff and feeling the sun dry and warm your body, and I’d done it for years. Occasionally a girlfriend joins me, but I hadn’t been dating someone for a while.

In the spring, Eleanor hired a yard service to cut her grass and keep the yard trim. As part of their assignment, they cut back the hedge between our houses so that Eleanor’s second floor windows looked down on my pool and patio. I didn’t know it at the time, but it turned out that both their bedrooms looked down on my back yard.

At first I didn’t give it a thought, but then I wondered how this would affect my casual backyard attire. The weather turned warm, and after wearing a bathing suit a few times I decided, “What the hell?” There are two attractive women next door, and they cut the hedge. Why not just go naked?

One toasty afternoon, I undressed and took a glass of iced tea and a magazine with me to the patio. I’m no Cary Grant, but my looks don’t scare the local cats and dogs. I must have cut quite a figure as I paraded outside with my sunglasses on, a glass of frosty tea in one hand and a magazine and tanning lotion in the other, my shinny butt in back, and a thick meaty bouncy cock in front.

Who knew if my neighbors where even home or if they were where they could see me. I didn’t care. I decided to live as I pleased. I resumed my summer routine of afternoon sunbathing, and just ignored the neighbors.

I liked to relax and feel the sun’s warmth, then dive into the pool to cool off, and get back on the lounge chair to let the summer sun dry me. Every time I lay on the lounge, I would need to reach down and position my cock and balls and lay them to the side, balls to the left and dick to the left.

And then it happened.

My doorbell rang. I had just come in from the patio and was dressed in only a robe because of the air conditioning inside. I answered the door, and it was Eleanor. I smiled, “Hello, neighbor. What can I do for you?”

“Well,” she said, “It’s a bit awkward, but I wonder if I could ask you a favor.”

“Sure, anything,” I answered, “Won’t you come in?”

Eleanor stepped in to my home for the first time. “Oh my, you have a lovely home,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied, “Would you like to sit down?” I have to admit that standing in just my robe with a rather lovely woman did give me a few ideas. My dick was enjoying its freedom, and I could feel it respond to the sight of Eleanor.

“Oh no, thank you,” Eleanor said. “I just want to ask you a favor.”

I gazed at her as she was having trouble getting her words out. “It’s about Anadolu Yakası Escort my mother.”

“Oh,” I said, “Is she all right?”

“Yes, she’s fine. But I’m worried that she might look out her bedroom window into your back patio and she might see you, uh, uh.” Eleanor was having a hard time speaking.

“Ah,” I interrupted. “I think I know the problem.”

Eleanor looked relieved as I went on, “I do like to sunbathe nude. Is that the problem?”

She nodded, “I’m afraid mother might be alarmed. Would you mind terribly wearing a bathing suit?”

I smiled and put my arm around her shoulder reassuringly. “Oh, I see the problem.” Then I went on, “You cut the hedge too low, and now you have a problem.”

Eleanor blinked and looked at me.

“That hedge used to be a nice privacy barrier. I do take great pleasure in lying naked in my own back yard,” I told her. “And now you want me to help you keep your mother from seeing me naked?”

“Yes, that’s it. I realize it’s your property. But would you mind?”

I looked serious, pretending to be thinking about her request. As I did, I allowed my robe to unwrap and fall apart in the center. Eleanor glanced down and saw my cock, now just two feet from her while I pretended not to notice.

“Tell you what I’ll do,” I said, “I enjoy nude sunbathing, and it is my property, and you did lower the hedge.” She leaned in to listen to me. “I suppose I could wear a bathing suit, or you could build a fence to block the view. Or…”

Eleanor kept glancing from my eyes down to my swelling cock. By now it was gaining weight and thickness and length. Uncircumcised, it was pushing past the foreskin and my dick helmet was coming into view.

Eleanor repeated my word, “Or…?”

“I would agree to an exchange of services,” I told her.

“What kind of services?” she asked.

“Well, in order to make it worthwhile for me to give up something I enjoy so much, perhaps you can give me something that I would enjoy equally.”

Eleanor looked worried, “Like what?”

“You can see for yourself how you affect me,” and I looked down at my cock that was not extended our and far past the robe.

She took a step backward. But I kept talking, “Go ahead, you can touch it.”

I’m sure she didn’t dream her request would take a turn like this, and she seemed a bit shocked. So I tried to calm her, “I agree that it’s important to protect your mother from such a sight,” I said while looking down at my bulging thick cock. “And it’s so simple.” “Go ahead, touch it.”

Eleanor reached out and touched it. By now, the foreskin was completely stretched back and my cock head was full and ripe.

“Don’t worry, my dear neighbor,” I said, “As my price for not going nude in my own backyard, all I want from you is to watch you suck my cock once a week. That’s it. Give me a blow job every Monday night, and your problem is solved.”

Her face was flush, and she seemed speechless. She hadn’t run out of the house, and on one was forcing her to stay.

“Oh look,” I said, “Today is Monday. Why don’t we get started?”

I took Eleanor by the hand and led her to the sofa. I sat and opened my robe as she stared at my cock as my balls draped down over the cushion.

We sat side by side. My arms were stretched on the back of the sofa and my legs were parted to give her access. I said no more. I just waited for her decision.

Perhaps two or three minutes went by, and then Eleanor took my cock in her hand. She felt it thoroughly, squeezing and testing its properties. She moved it from side to side. Pushed it down and watched it bounce back up.

I let her play with it for a while, then Pendik Escort said, “Suck it until I cum, and you’ll get what you want.”

It took her another minute or two before Eleanor leaned over and let the head of my cock split her lips. She was gentle and timid at first, but soon she was more eager. I lay back and enjoyed the sensations of her lips and warm mouth playing with the top half of my long dick. Down below, her hand gripped the rest of my dick and started pumping me.

I was delighted. And I was in no mood to cum quickly. I said, “You are the best neighbor a man could have.”

She looked up at me with my shaft sticking in her mouth.

“Did you think I would drive a harder bargain? Did you worry that I would insist fucking you?”

Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t tell if she was feeling anger at me or a desire to be fucked. So I kept talking, “I think you’d enjoy a fuck right now, but that’s not the deal I made with you. Even if you asked me, I wouldn’t fuck you now. It’s not part of the deal.”

Eleanor’s eyes closed when she heard me talk about fucking her. I suspected she wanted me to fuck her. Her sucking got more intense.

“I can just imagine what your pussy looks like,” I said. “It’s heaven to feel my dick in your mouth and to think about your pussy.”

Poor Eleanor probably didn’t know how to react.

“But of course, you don’t have to show me your pussy. It wasn’t part of my deal. And you don’t need to be fucked because it wasn’t in the deal either.” As I talked like this, I could tell she was melting.

I was trying to hold out as long as possible, but I must say Eleanor had some talent at cock sucking, or maybe it was just the situation that turned her on. She took my dick out of her mouth from time to time and stroked me with one hand, then the other, and sometimes with both hands. Finally, I was on the verge. Cum started to flow freely just before the spasms that would launch jet of cum. I didn’t give Eleanor any warning. This first time, I wanted her to learn how my cock worked for herself.

Her strokes were timed to augment my pulses, and cum popped up and out. Pump after pump caused cum to leap into the air and splash down on my chest and legs while Eleanor pulled back and stared at what she had done.

After a few moments of rest, I laid my hand on her head and told her, “That was certainly adequate. And, a deal is a deal, you mom won’t be embarrassed by seeing this dick. Only you will see it every Monday.”

Eleanor was quiet, probably too embarrassed at what she had just done to say anything. We arose and stepped toward the front door. My robe swung open and my rubbery dick bounced happily. Cum was drying on my body as I turned to Eleanor.

“Even though our deal is for a blow job once a week, fucking is optional.” With that, I drew her to me and kissed her on the cheek. “Now, you best get home before your mother wonders where you are.”

Eleanor left without saying a word more, and I slept soundly that night, tired from being sucked dry and dreaming about fucking the daylights out of Eleanor soon.

The very next day there was another knock at my door. Low and behold, it was Eleanor’s mother, Julia.

“Hello,” I said. “Don’t you live next door?”

Julia smiled and said, “Yes, I do. My daughter and I moved in a few months ago. If you have a moment, may I ask you something?”

I thought, “This is odd timing. I wonder what she wants.”

I said, “Why certainly, won’t you come in?”

Julia stepped into my house, and I offered her a cup of tea. We sat in my kitchen with a view looking at the patio and pool. “Is there something I can do for you?” I asked.

She Kurtköy Escort smiled, then said, “Before my husband died, and after Eleanor was out of the house, we used to do what you do back there,” as she nodded toward the pool.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Yes, we used to go to enjoy nudism. We liked to travel to places where clothing was optional.”

“You did?”

“Oh, it was so nice to be in a nice place on a lovely beach and with others who didn’t care if you were nude. I can see you from my window, and it reminds me to those times.”

“I am sorry if I offended you,” I said.

“Oh, not at all,” Julia said, “I envy your freedom and confidence. When we first tried it, I was shy and careful. But I soon learned to be open and carefree.”

I said, “You are lovely, and I’m sure others enjoyed seeing you nude.”

Julia smiled, “Well, I don’t know about that, but I came to enjoy seeing the variety of men. Let me tell you, not all men are created equal.”

She laughed, and so did I.

“Yes, I’ve heard that,” I said. I’ve only sunbathed on my own patio, but I think I would enjoy seeing the variety of ladies.”

Julia said, “I bet you would.” Anyway, I came to ask you a favor. I think my daughter would be shocked if she saw you naked. Would it be too much to ask you to wear a swim suit when she is home?”

“Funny you should ask,” I told her. “After the hedge was cut, I wondered about that myself. If it would please you, then I certainly would agree to cover myself.”

“You are too kind,” Julia said. “But I have another favor to ask.”

“Ask away,” I said.

“My daughter is at work all day, and I wondered if you would mind if I sunbathed by your pool when she is at work.”

“Of course not,” I said.

“Nude,” she added.

“Of course not,” I happily said.

“Good, that’s settled,” Julia said, “How about this afternoon?”

An hour later, Julia came back with her towel and sunscreen. I greeted her at the door in my robe, open at the center. Julia stepped in and said, “Nice to see you.” My cock was starting to rise.

On the patio, she undressed to reveal a slim form, lovely small tits with sharp nipples and a fully clean waxed pubic area. Nothing to conceal her pussy lips. Just the tip of a slot was visible until she sat and move her legs and I saw little flaps of inner lips. My cock stiffened.

“Excuse my erection,” I said. “I’ll jump in the water to cool off.”

Julia joined me in the pool and we paddled around. She pulled herself up on a float and lay on her back in the water. At sixty-plus, she was still quite desirable. I swam to the float and got a closer view of her pussy. She watched me inspect her. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I said as I took one of her feet in each of my hands. I guided her around in the pool for a while, then stopped and moved her legs farther apart.

Julia didn’t resist, and only said, “Why young man, I think you’re looking at my pussy.”

I laughed and splashed her. She laughed and rolled off the float. We splashed each other and I chased her in the water. She was laughing as I caught up to her, took her waist firmly in my hands, lifted her up slightly, then drew her to me. “My cock is ready for you,” I told her.

Julia just smiled as I settled her downward and she felt my dick push against her pussy lips. She wrapped her legs around me, opening herself wide and creating an easy target for my cock. We cuddled in the water as my dick entered her and made its way deeper into her. I smiled and said, “You are so neighborly.”

This his how we all became friends. Eleanor thought that she had resolved the situation by sucking my dick every Monday, and Julia thought she had solved the problem by joining me in nudism, with benefits, during the workdays. As far as I know, neither mother nor daughter knows that the other one made a deal with me.

That, my friends, is truly the art of the deal.

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Are you really a victim, Mike?–Shane

Shane;

I was near the lab when the virus first hit. I’m probably going to be one of the first hundred cases treated. The lawyers are going to have a field day, but I’m sure that you’ll manage just fine.

Let me tell you how it happened to me.

Last night, I am walking down the hall, twirling my nightstick. You know, in big building like that, at 3:30 am–it’s easy to feel like you are the king of the world. King of a very small world. With no other people in it. Still, I can do jumping jacks or sprint down the hallway and nobody gives a shit.

So, it’s time for a coffee break. Shit. My whole life is a coffee break, anyway.

My big yawn is interrupted when I hear this noise coming from the lounge. The coffeemaker is my guess. No. Wait. What the hell? At the doorway to the lounge, with one hand already on the light switch, I freeze.

It’s dark, but I can see Mary Stoffer sitting at one of the chairs. At first, all I can see is that she is pumping something in front of herself. Then I notice her heels pressed against the table; her bare knees are high. She is naked from the waist down. Her shoes and her pants are lying on the floor near her chair. She moans.

Mary is stuffing the handle of a dish scrubber into herself–I mean, she is sliding it right into her pussy. Right there, for all the world to see–well, for me to see, anyway.

I back away before she sees me. I take deep breath. I still hear her moans. I look down at my feet, seeing my black security shoes against the burgundy corporate carpet. Somehow, it seems so absurd–these formal shoes, and Mary moaning in the lounge.

Mary Stoffer is an executive assistant. She is sometimes here until pretty late in the evening–but never this late. She is…I don’t know…in her early twenties, I guess. She is pretty, has short dark hair and has a killer body. She raises her infant son by herself, as far as I know. She treats me kindly in our business dealings. I really don’t know that much about her. I’ve had a fantasy or two, but I never expected this. Not in a million years.

I peak my head around the corner to look at her again. She glances up at me, but her face doesn’t crack. Her eyes are puffy and red.

“Fuck me.” She says to me, point blank. She just stares at me like I’m her personal toy.

Okay, so I back away again–just for a second.

I figure I’ve got to do something. I step into the lounge. There is this odd smell in the air that I can’t quite figure out.

“Mary.” I say. “Look, uhm, people will be here in a few hours.” I drop my hands to my sides and just stand there. Finally, I kind of mumble out something like “I’ll be at the security desk.” But I find myself just waiting, anyway.

Mary stares directly at my eyes and she continues stroking herself with the handle of the dish scrubber. She nods to me, as if in the hallway on any regular day.

“Come on. Let’s do it.” She grins broadly at me. “Look at you … looking at me. Come on.”

I glance over my shoulder, down the hallway. It’s strange, but the hallway seemed too bright. So, believe it or not, I reach up and unlatch the top of the lounge door. The pneumatics hiss as the door swings shut.

Mary stands, now, near the table. Her ass is perfect, it’s like a white beacon–a lighthouse for my dick in the darkness. The tails of her red silk blouse hang down against the fronts of her smooth thighs. Her dark socks make her feet almost invisible in the shadows. I find myself removing my holster, and I slap it on a table along with the nightstick. I untuck my Anadolu Yakası Escort starched uniform shirt, and started to unbutton it from the top down.

“Come on. Come on.” Mary urges me.

She walks over to me, and pulls at my shirt. Her hair smells sweet from whatever shampoo or conditioner she is using. I catch a momentary whiff of her breath. Coffee with a hint of sour milk. Nothing unusual, but my nose feels a tickle and I turn my head to one side. “Aaaaasssnooooshhh!” I sneeze.

Mary pops a button trying to take off my shirt; but except for that, I couldn’t have gotten the shirt off faster than she did. She reaches down and unbuckles my pants. “Fuck. Fuck.” She mutters as she finally pulls the tail of the belt through the buckle, and yanks my zipper down.

Awkwardly, I reach under her to cup her breasts in my palms. She watches my crotch as she pulls my pants down. With my pants and underwear now around my ankles, she grabs my butt cheeks, guiding me over to one of the tables. She perches herself up on the edge of the table and she guides my hips between her outspread thighs.

“Put it in me.” Mary pleads.

She pulls and squeezes my cock with her hand. It becomes almost instantly engorged and then it is a hard pole that she aims at her crotch. She leans back as she places it inside of herself. I hear her gasp as I feel it slip into her wet folds. I look down to see my prick halfway inside of her wet cunt. Mary reaches out and holds the base of my dick in her hand, guiding the head in a circular motion inside of her. I place my hands where hers are and then I slide them down from her crotch all along her inner thighs. As I caress her thighs, I press them gently back against her and she lies back on the table.

I glance up at Mary’s face and her eyes are unfocused and half-closed. Her mouth is slightly open, and she is breathing hard. Suddenly, she releases my dick and clutches at my ass, forcing my dick inside of her with surprising strength. She gasps and lets her breath out in a noise that is something between a moan and a sigh. “aaaaaaah…” I pause for a second. My palms run along her smooth inner thighs and to the outsides. I reach down to the edge of the table where I can grasp the muscular globes of her ass in my hands, kneading them like so much bread dough in my palms, pulling them apart so that her crack is stretched wide. What a great ass.

“Come on. Pump it, you fucker.” Mary demands. “Fuck me, goddamm it!” Her flawless complexion is contorted into an angry sneer, her eyes are narrowed at me.

Something about her expression fired something in me. “Fuck you, you bitch.” I practically spit at her. A part of me was surprised at my own vehemence. I thrust my dick hard into her, slapping my groin against hers with brutal force.

“That’s right, shit-face,” she spits back at me, and she reaches up and gives me this stinging slap across the face. “Fuck me with whatever manhood you think you have hidden behind that goddamm sterile façade that you call your humanity. There’s got to be some kind of ability to fuck somewhere in your fucking ancestry if your parents had you, dumb ass.” Fuck. I always thought I was, like, this sensitive guy. That hurts.

“Goddammit! I’m gonna fuck your brains out. Be careful what you ask for, you dumb bitch.” I growl. And I mean it. My biceps flex as I pull her hips to mine. My jaw is clenched so hard that my teeth ache. I slap my hips into her groin in a bruising blow that shoves my dick completely inside of her. My balls slap against her pussy, painfully.

“There you go. Come on. Bostancı Escort Come on.” Mary urges.

My dick glistens with her juices in the glare of an exit sign that reflects from an interior pane of a large window. I can see another building through the window–almost dark, except for the few, lone lighted windows. Mary’s red silk blouse is partly open, so that I see the curve of a bare breast under the material. As my body pushes against her outstretched thighs, her breasts slide in a hypnotic counter-beat to each thrust. The table rocks underneath her and she clutches the edges of it tightly. The headlights of a passing car flash up against the ceiling and reflect down into Mary’s face. Her eyes catch mine in the light and her face softens. She narrows her eyes to track my pupils for a moment. But a shadow creeps across her face and her upper lip curls in a scowl and her narrowed eyes take on a cruel aspect.

Mary stretches her knees wider and pushes her heels back against the table beneath her ass, arching her back. I slam my groin into her raised hips and her thighs squeeze me, powerfully. Her slippery pussy squeezes my dick so hard that I must push my hips strongly to move through her. I felt my balls tightening against the base of my pulsating dick, and Mary’s pussy enfolds itself around them as her fluids drip down. Her hot pussy seems to expand around my dick, making room for it even as it grows impossibly larger within her.

It throbs with an undulating flow until the skin is stretched into an ultra-shiny casing that seems about to explode. Her soaking heat is like a sheath for my now-sharpened dagger. My dick stabs into her with the ease of a knife in warm butter … the same warm butter, perhaps, that now seems to coat our dripping groins and thighs.

But I want more. I slap Mary’s ass on one side. “Turn over.” I urge.

“Yes.” Mary hisses at me. “From behind.”

She slides off of the table, and turns around, presenting herself to me. The pale globes of her ass are damp with sweat and glisten slightly in the dim light. I can see a damp line running down the back of her silk blouse where it is clinging to her. I rub my hand down her back and down over her ass, before I roughly push her torso down. She crouches and bends over the table, her palms flat across the surface. Her stocking feet are spread wide on the floor. I bend over her now. I guide the swollen head of my dick into her folds with my hand, but then I insert myself into her in a rough, sudden motion. I hear her gasp. I push my sweating chest against the back of her blouse and shift my inner thighs against her ass.

Her blouse sticks to my chest, though. It feels hot and itchy.

It kind of pisses me off. I push against her with a stiff arm and raise myself up. I gather a handful of the tail of her blouse in one hand and I jerk it roughly upwards towards her head. Mary’s arms are pulled forward abruptly and she falls on her chest. “unh.” Mary exhales sharply. The blouse binds her biceps up over her head and covers her face. It’s caught under her chin. “Shit.” She laughs nervously, so I pause.

“Fuck! Don’t stop!” She barks.

So I continue fucking her. Her blouse remains where I left it–over her face, binding her arms together. I cup her breasts in my hands; and then I slip my forearms under her shoulders to pull her now-naked back against my bare chest. My abdomen conforms to the naked skin of her ass and my back curves over her body. My hard dick now slips between her cheeks almost without effort. My hips bounce against her ass with each thrust. I feel an odd Erenköy Escort sensation, then, as if someone is watching in the dark with an air of approval. The sound of my groin slapping against her ass seems to be the echo of wet applause.

“Yes.” I grunt as I thrust into Mary.

My hand slides jerkily over the skin of her stomach and down to the fur at the juncture of her thighs. Down at her crotch, I can feel the beginning of her lips and suddenly I can feel my penis sliding into her. I move my hand farther, and the heel presses against the soft downy hair just above her pubic bone. My fingers curve down to knead her lips and clit around the thrusting hardness of my cock that brushes past my fingers. I reach under Mary with my other hand and I squeeze and jostle a breast as I pump her. Her hair is bound up in the blouse that covers her face and the back of her neck is exposed to my lips and tongue that now press against it. “oh God help me.” Mary begs from under the red silk. “I’m going to …”

“Fuck.” I assert.

“uuuhhuh …” Mary moans.

I feel her stiffen under me for a moment. It sets me off as I press myself into her. The first spray of cum starts to pulse through me, shooting through my cock in wet spurts. “oh yes.” Mary breathes, from beneath the red silk of her blouse. “God, yes.” Her pussy tightens around my cock in a rhythm echoed by her grunts. “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her grunts seem to me like a wild sow pushing through the heavy brush of a marsh, or the echoes of some proto-human ancestor asserting itself through her chromosomes. I feel also an animal, the fluid continuing to course through me and warming my blood. I feel a rumbling in my diaphragm that expands to my lungs until it pushes past my throat and my jaws and my lips and into the world in the form of a roar.

“Uhh …. uaaahh … aaaaaahh!” The cum continues to spurt from me into her womb in rhythmic blasts like a drum beat. I am a slithering, pulsing animal; charmed by the beat of that drum. I struggle to hold on to Mary as she writhes beneath me in a slippery serpentine dance–no longer even human, as she slides her ass up against me, her crotch slamming against my groin. I grasp her hips tightly and hold my groin against her ass, my cock deep inside of her. “ooohhh. ooohhh!” Mary whimpers and squirms as her pussy spasms around my cock, milking each drop of cum and siphoning it deep inside of her. My cock feels heavy and ponderous, now.

Eventually, the spasms of her pussy start to become irregular and her pussy relaxes around my softening cock. I find myself draped over Mary’s naked back with a sense of deep exhaustion weighs down my limbs. Mary struggles weakly beneath me as my cock pulls from her with a wet plop. Pulling myself together, I take a breath and stand up.

I help Mary pull her blouse down from her face. She looks up at me with unfocused eyes, blinking rapidly. She stares at each button of her blouse, fumbling with them as if they were all new and unique Chinese puzzles. She staggers for a second and looks at me from her glazed eyes.

Concerned, I break the silence. “I think you need … I’ll order you a taxi.” I almost fall over trying to move with my own pants around my ankles. I pull my pants up and tuck the loose tails of my shirt around my slick groin. Mary’s eyes lock on me as she picks up her underwear and pants from the floor. Her eyes fall down to the dish scrubber, which she stares at as if it is some kind of alien artifact before she places it on the table.

“I ..” she begins. “I ..” She just shakes her head. What is she supposed to say?

I didn’t know what to say, then–and I still don’t know what to say. Scientific-sounding words merely belie the truth of our ignorance and helplessness. All we know for sure is that this is only the beginning. I wonder what the press will say?

Best of luck;

Michael

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Between my junior and senior year of college, I lived at my parents’ summer home on one of the exclusive islands off the coast of Massachusetts. My family is pretty well off, and I had spent many a summer there.

It was a glorious July afternoon, but I was bored, thinking about all the attractions of the big city where my college was. There just wasn’t much to do on the island, and I was too restless to enjoy it the way I used to. Throwing a Frisbee around with a few friends at the beach, I noticed a new girl coming out of the surf in a dripping, clinging bikini. Right away I realized what I really needed.

She had straight, light brown hair, bleached by the sun and hanging halfway down her back, liquid green eyes with long eyelashes, and the body of my dreams. Her breasts were firm and high. She had slim hips, a flat, tight tummy, and thighs that made my mouth water. I just stood there and stared as she approached. Maybe my mouth was hanging open or something, because she laughed as she introduced herself. Her name was Sheila. I dropped out of the game and followed her to her beach blanket.

She was younger – just out of high school. Talk seemed to come easily. She had a cute, girlish way of tilting her head to one side and then the other as she was making a point. Her overall attitude was upbeat, and she was no bimbo – our conversation went beyond small talk to politics and favorite novels. I learned that her parents were wealthier than my own. She was from an old, aristocratic Connecticut family, but she had not let her wealth or beauty go to her head.

Sheila said she had been going to a nude beach farther up the shore, but small airplanes keep buzzing that beach to get a look at her and the other sunbathers. I took advantage of that to turn the conversation toward sex, and she turned out to be remarkably candid on the subject. She was not a virgin, but she was still waiting for a guy who would treat her right. Apparently her sexual experience had all been in the backseat of a car, and her ex-boyfriend had usually been in a hurry or too rough, or Şerifali Escort both.

Incredibly, she told me all this while looking me straight in the eye. A few seconds later, she was running her fingers through my hair, exclaiming how curly it was. I had just taken off my baseball cap to hide the flagpole in my lap. It was clearly my move now, and I took the chance: “Let me make love to you,” I said. “Long and slow.”

“Where?” she replied, without hesitation.

By a stroke of luck, my uncle had a fishing shack back in the dunes. He hardly ever used it, but a few weeks earlier, on the mainland, he had asked me to fix a broken window there.

“Follow me,” I said, standing up and taking Sheila’s hand in mine. We walked for about 20 minutes through the dunes, stopping every so often to kiss, each time more passionately than the last. Finally, I slid my hands underneath her swimsuit to squeeze her round little ass and pull her pubis against my rock-hard erection. Then, because I knew the shack was just over the next dune, I took her hand and we ran the rest of the way. She was giggling.

I didn’t have the key to the padlock on the front door, but it was easy to unhook the shutters, reach in through the broken windowpane, and unlock the window. It opened easily. I boosted Sheila up, then climbed in after her. The shack was dark, so I opened the shutters and window on the other side, too. There was that musty smell of a place that has been neglected for years. It was only one room, with a chair, an old dresser with a kerosene lamp on it, and a double bed.

Sheila immediately stripped off her suit. I did the same, and the old springs creaked as we lay down together, smiling. I wanted to show her how delicious slow lovemaking can be, but it was all I could do to hold back. Lying on our sides, we began to kiss and stroke each other. As I ran my hand down her back, she slid her tongue into my mouth and snuggled closer. We were both breathing fast as my hand continued down and over those two round hills of her ass, then to the back of her knee. On İstanbul Escort the way back up, I slid my hand around to the front of her hard thighs and let one eager finger dip into her crotch. There I felt the silkiest pubic hair ever, and just the outer lips of the hot, slick purse between her legs. She was ready! My penis was twitching.

Just then, she rolled over onto her back, and I continued our deep kissing while my hand began to explore the contours of her supple young breasts. They were tightening up, and I moved my mouth down to a small pink nipple that was already hard. Gentle sucking produced a long moan from Sheila, and as my adventurous hand slid down her suntanned tummy to her cute, spongy mound, her knees came up and open in a single motion. Immediately the odors of suntan oil, sweat, and dust were eclipsed – the small room was filled with that wondrous marine smell of the aroused female.

Her pussy was red-hot and very wet. As I gently fondled her sweet vulva, she arched her back. When my grateful fingers entered her slippery wetness, her moans grew louder. Her eyes were closed.

I moved to the end of the bed and began to lap at the honey between her legs. “Yes,” she whimpered. Her head started thrashing about, and her breathing grew heavier. She raised her pelvis to me, and I increased the pace of my licking and nibbling. She tasted heavenly. She squirmed, attempting to line up her clitoris with my tongue. After avoiding it for a while, I took that slippery button in my lips and started to suck, flicking it with my tongue every so often. Simultaneously, I ran my hands up her sides and lightly pinched her nipples. She went wild. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body; she bucked three times, screaming, “Oh…Oh…OH,” then started trembling. Her thighs locked against my ears. I was still pinching her nipples. The trembling lasted so long that it made me think of electroshock therapy.

“Oh my GOD,” she said, when the orgasm finally subsided and she had caught her breath. Her legs fell open again. A cool ocean breeze wafted Ümraniye Escort through the room. Her thankful eyes sought mine; my head was still between her legs.

“Come in me,” she whispered, reaching out to pull me up.

I slid my penis in slowly as I lowered my lips to hers. Her vagina was tight, but so hot and wet that it was no problem to inch my way in. Although it will not be news to male readers, I just have say here that the first entry into a new pussy is a true glimpse of the divine. I had never felt so alive.

Sheila made a growling sort of sound as I began to stroke slowly in and out. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. After a minute or two, I grabbed her darling little ass with both hands. My stroking turned to pumping, then to pounding. Her legs came up around me, and her hands slid down my back. I licked her salty neck and nuzzled her sweet-smelling hair, pounding, pounding. Her eyes and her mouth were open wide with a look of rapture. Her whole face was flushed.

Sheila’s eyelids began to flutter. She gripped me tighter with her arms and legs, and then her trembling started again. I came with a long, loud groan, and our orgasms fed each other – the intensity was incredible as her vagina contracted again and again, pumping my penis for every drop of cum. We hugged each other tightly as we rode out the last of the involuntary twitches. Then I drew back my head and we smiled at each other. It was that tender time of afterglow. We kissed and nuzzled some more, then sank into a nap. Both of us were drained.

When we awoke, hot and sweaty, the kissing started again, and Sheila’s fingers began to explore my body. She took my penis in her fingers and gently stroked the underside, near the head. Bingo – another erection. She said it was beautiful. She lowered her mouth and began to suck me. I pulled her hips around and over my head, and that sweet pussy was mine again. We literally gobbled each other up – licking, sucking, bucking – and we came together again with torrential orgasms. We were in awe of the power we had to give and receive pleasure, and we showed our appreciation in every way we could think of.

It wasn’t easy for us to part that evening, but we both had to get home. We agreed to meet at the shack again the next morning. Needless to say, I wasn’t bored again all summer.

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Since leaving her husband Dan, Anne was tired of staying at home alone. Every night seemed to be the same old routine. She would come home from work, make herself a light dinner, answer some e-mails and watch a little television before heading to her lonely bed. This particular night Anne was feeling very restless and she found herself walking around the apartment aimlessly. Noticing the newspaper on the table, she picked it up and took it to the sofa and plopped down to read it. Flipping through the pages she found the movie selections. There! Right there, her finger tapped the thin page was the movie she had wanted to see for some time so she decided that tonight she was going to go. Peeking up at the clock on her wall, she knew that if she hurried she would make it to the 9:00 P.M. showing.

It was a beautiful warm summer night, so Anne decided on a long cotton summer dress. Thong panties and no bra made her feel cooler as well as a little bit sexy and deciding to leave a few of the top buttons open didn’t hurt either. Slipping her bare feet into her sandals, she grabbed a sweater in case the theatre air conditioning was as cold as she remembered it to be. Carefully locking her door behind her Anne was off to the movies.

Not feeling very hungry, Anne only purchased a soft drink before going in. Walking down the dark sloping aisle, she found an empty seat front and center. Perfect, she thought. While she waited for the movie to begin, Anne looked around to see who else might be in the theatre waiting to enjoy the same movie she was looking forward to seeing. Her eyes finally rested on the seat beside her and saw a man’s jacket carelessly tossed over the back. She was surprised that she had missed it when she sat down. She had hoped that she had picked a spot where no one might end up sitting next to her. Well, whoever the owner of the jacket was, he was nowhere in sight. After taking a sip of her soft drink, she placed it in the holder. She adjusted herself and got comfortable just as the lights dimmed and the advertisements lit up the screen. Looking over at the seat with the coat, Anne thought, “I hope he hurries up and gets here. I hate it when people come in late and had to slide in front of you to get to their seats AFTER the movie begins. It’s just rude.’

Sure enough, just as the movie began a tall man bent down and whispered, “Excuse me, please.” Sighing loudly, Anne stood up to let him pass. He picked up his jacket and sat down right next to her even though the next seat was empty too. He leaned over to her to say, “Thank You.” Anne couldn’t help but inhale the scent of his aftershave. Old Spice, it was one of her favourites. Softening a little, she smiled back and said, “No problem.”

“Knock it off” she silently berated herself. It is just aftershave. Still a bit ticked at his interruption and even more at herself for her silly girlish behaviour, she turned back to watch the movie.

Engrossed in the story, her eyes brimmed with tears and threatened to spill over when not long into the movie the main character found out that she only had a short time to live. Unable to stop herself, Anne sniffed back her emotions. She was so into the sad state of affairs on the screen, Anne was startled to feel her arm being bumped. She turned to him and found that the man was handing her his handkerchief. Feeling a little embarrassed that she hadn’t hid her emotions better Anne took it and wiped her eyes before handing it back to him. A large warm hand cupped her smaller one and pushed it back to her indicating that she should keep it.

She couldn’t stop herself from glancing over at this stranger. She wanted to see who this man was; this gentleman. You didn’t see this type of man very often these days. A man who carries a clean linen handkerchief and wears the scent of Old Spice rather than the newer designer colognes. Whether he had meant to or not, he was stealing her attention from Maltepe Escort the movie. A moment later, the screen lit up and she couldn’t resist glancing over at him startled to see a very handsome profile. Afraid she would get caught peeking she didn’t look for too long allowing herself only a glimpse of him. She pulled her eyes away and tried to focus back on the movie. At different times, she sensed rather than saw him looking over at her as well; his interest in her was making her miss the dialogue of the movie; her mind on the stranger beside her rather than on the movie in front of her.

Startled, Anne felt the man move his leg closer and began rubbing it against hers. Her first reaction was to pull hers away, but for some unknown reason she held still. The thrill and danger of allowing him to touch her held her like a magnet. Anne tried desperately to keep her eyes on the screen to get her mind back on the story even though it wasn’t working. She didn’t notice him placing his arm on the shared armrest until his bent wrist allowed his fingers to dangle far enough from the end to touch her knee. Involuntarily, she shivered. The stranger noticed and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear.

“Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?” he asked.

“No, no, I am fine, thank you.” Anne whispered back shivering again as his breathy whisper caused her hair to tickle her ear.

Slowly and cautiously, the handsome stranger allowed his fingers to touch the silky dress along her thigh. Amazed at herself, Anne couldn’t believe that she was doing nothing to put a stop to this. She was just sitting there allowing a stranger to touch her!

Taking her silence for acquiesce, the handsome stranger began to gently pull her dress up, a little at a time to bare her leg. Thank God, for the darkened theater and that no one was all that close to either of them but Anne felt for sure that any minute someone was going to yell, Shhh! because her heart was hammering so loudly in her chest.

Seconds later, the man’s fingers made contact with her bare skin. In unison, they sucked in their breaths knowing that the feel of an electric shock would’ve been more subtle. She giggled nervously, daring to peek over at him as the screen lightened. She could clearly see that he was amused at their similar reaction because of his big smile. Goose bumps raised her skin as his warm, strong fingers trailed along her thigh.

“You are cold” he said leaning over to place his coat across her lap but he didn’t hesitate to place his hand back on her thigh. With the cover of his coat, his hands became braver and gently applied pressure coaxing her to part her legs. Shocked at herself she yielded to his silent request; she opened her legs for him.

Trembling, Anne stared at the screen but she didn’t see a thing. It was nothing but a big blur before her eyes, just a safe place to look. She felt his fingers softly slide up and down the inside of her thigh. With each stroke he allowed his fingers to get closer and closer to her panty clad pussy, feeling the humidity emanating from her, inviting his fingers closer and closer, but he didn’t allow her to entice him that close, at least not just yet. He was enjoying the fact that with each and every stroke, going closer and closer but not touching, he was teasing her. He was causing her juices to flow. It was not long before the gusset of her panties was soaking wet. His hand kept riding higher to the humid heat between her legs but he still wouldn’t touch her.

A wave of flushed heat swept over Anne’s body. She was so hot now that she had to remove her sweater. As it slid from her shoulders the stranger gallantly took it from her and carefully placed it in his lap. Her breath quickened and in the glow from the screen, the stranger was treated to the sight of her lovely breasts as they lifted to give her the much needed air she needed to breathe.

Leaning in closer Ümraniye Escort to her, he whispered again, “Open a couple more buttons on your dress.”

Anne sat as if frozen to her seat, not moving as the air slowly whistled from her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe that she was about to do as she was told by a perfect stranger but meekly her fingers went to her buttons and she undid two of them. She knew when the screen lit up; he would be able to see the outline of her breasts. Her rock hard nipples were very visible without the hindrance of a bra.

Absently, she placed her hand on the hand-rest and bumped into his arm. She was about to move it away when he took her hand in his and placed it in his lap. She could feel his cock through his pants. It was warm, hard and large. Her fingers closed around it and squeezed. She was rewarded with a soft moan from him and this time it was she who smiled.

Deciding that Anne was getting a little too sure of herself in this sensual game they played, the stranger leaned closer and placed his hand into the opening of her dress and cupped her breast. Finger and thumb pinched the succulent nipple hard and smiled when she moaned. Careful to not ignore the other breast, he cupped it as well, pinching it just as he had the other one. The pinch caused another flow of her feminine juices and moistened her panties even more.

The stranger let go, his hands no longer touching her anywhere. She felt the loss of his touch as sharply as she had felt the first impact of it when this game began. Taking her hand from his lap, he moved it away so he could reach down under the sweater to unzip his pants and free his hardness. This time he took her hand in his and he placed it firmly around his hard cock. Her thumb slid across the swollen head and her finger grazed the precum that bubbled at the tiny slit. As her thumb swirled across the head she could feel his cock actually pulsate and throb in her hand.

The stranger was not about to be left out of the game he had started so he put his hand back under his jacket and slid it between her smooth thighs, only this time he didn’t hesitate; this time his fingers went right to her sex. The moistened strip of panty barely covering her hot humid cunt was not going to stop him from the prize he knew was waiting for him. With a firm grip his fingers slid into the leg of her panty grabbing the wet gusset tightly as he pulled. Coughing loudly he masked the sound of ripping fabric as he rendered her panties to nothing but shreds. Nothing was hindering his touch now as his fingers slid along her clean shaven labia. The fat smooth lips were so wet from her arousal that his fingers glided along each lip like a skater on freshly sharpened skates. His big arm held her close as she nearly jumped out of her seat when his finger touched her swollen bud causing her to feel sparks in her nipples and explosions in her brain.

In a state of arousal, her head flew back to rest on his arm. To all but him, they looked like the many other lovers who came to enjoy a movie together. Taking his finger, he traced her lips up and down repeatedly before he rammed it deeply inside her almost causing her to jump out of her seat.

Unconsciously, Anne opened her knees more to make his access easier only to clamp them closed holding his hand a prisoner. Reacting to her pre-orgasmic state her hand gripped his cock as if it were a life line, she was determined that she was not going down without him. Knowing the rhythm of their mutual ‘dance’ her hand slid along his cock exactly the same way his finger was fucking her pussy. The closer and closer they got to coming, the more difficult it was to hide their game.

He knew that Anne was about to come even before she did from the grip her pussy walls had on his finger. He slid in another to fill her more and so his thumb could easily dance across her clitoris helping her to peek İstanbul Escort perfectly. The flow of her juices flooded his fingers as she quietly began to moan. Tossing her head back, the stranger leaned over to kiss her deeply, wanting to feel her tongue in his mouth and maybe to help hide her passion from the others.

As her eyes opened slowly, she looked up in time to watch as he took his shiny wet fingers and placed them beneath his nose to inhale her scent. A moment later he slipped them into his mouth and sucked them clean. Anyone else might have thought that this stranger was cleaning the popcorn butter from his fingers but Anne knew differently.

Watching him made her hot and she wanted to make him feel as she had felt only moments before. Her hand slid up his cock gripping tightly. Her thumb swirled across the tip spreading the silky precum across the bulbous head. Slowly but firmly her hand slid right down to his groin. She could feel his pubic hair roughly against her fist; up again to the fat head that was throbbing and swelling with each stroke. As her hand reached over to cup his full balls, his eyes glimpsed the lovely white flesh of her breast and the eraser nub of her nipple begging to be sucked. As if his legs had a life of their own, they shot out straight and he coughed again trying hard to disguise his arousal. His balls filled and tightened up in the palm of her hand and Anne could feel how close to his body they hid. Knowing that this was telling her he was about to come, Anne slid her thumb across the tip of his cock just as it spurted seamen into the sweater that was covering their play. As the tenseness left his body and he suddenly collapsed, she knew the last load was shot.

When he felt he could move again the stranger slid his hands beneath the sweater and with great difficulty he tucked his still erect penis into his pants and did them up. Once things were almost back to normal, he leaned over to Anne and gave her a soft but passionate kiss. His tongue traced her lips and dipped in one last time.

He slipped his hand up under her dress and as he coughed he ripped the rest of her panties right from her body. In the soft light from the screen, he crumpled the torn fabric in his hand he brought it to his nose inhaling deeply. Looking into her eyes, he took them and slid them into his jacket pocket to keep as a souvenir. Once more his hand gently slapped at her pussy lips as a loving goodbye tap and then he slowly tugged down her dress.

Amazingly, as if this had been a well choreographed dance, the lights went up just as her skirt was tugged down. Anne reached over and picked up her damp sweater, folding the wetness inside and held it to her chest to cover the fact that she had opened more buttons. Looking over at the stranger beside her saw his sated tender smile that reached the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. This time she smiled back at him.

With nothing left to do and not knowing what to say, she got up clutching her damp sweater and she started to leave. Halfway up the sloped aisle, she turned back to look at him again but he was gone. Frantically, she looked all around but she still didn’t see him. He had mysteriously disappeared from sight. Feeling a little sad but very alive, Anne left the theater.

A week later, Anne was reading the paper and noticed that the movie she missed because of her little escapade was still playing, so she decided to really go see it. Once she paid her way and went inside, she couldn’t help but realize that she was looking for a seat with a jacket placed next to it. “Stupid” she berated herself and found just any seat and sat down. As she waited for the movie to begin Anne looked around pretending if only to herself that she was not really looking for the stranger.

Angry at her ridiculous behaviour, she finally got up to go buy herself a soft drink before the movie began. She placed her sweater on the seat to save it and went up to the concession booth to buy her soda. When she returned to her seat, Anne gasped. There on the seat next to hers was a jacket.

© 2004 Misty’s Erotic Stories (revision)

© 1998, Misty’s Erotic Stories (original)

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He was awakened by the early morning sun. The desert grows cold at night without the asphalt and concrete of the city to hold in the heat. He wondered how early it was. It always amazed him how, without the shelter of walls and a roof, the sun seemed to rise so much earlier in the morning.

He could feel the remainder of the late night still in his head. He knew he hadn’t slept as long as he would have liked. He was up early enough that the hangover was still a few hours away. He still felt good and he might as well enjoy it while he could.

His face felt warm and his body was comfortable under the blanket. The ground was firm but didn’t yet feel hard. How perfect a spot it had been for them? Totally alone, the warm fire keeping them warm as they slowly intoxicated themselves on the cold beer, smooth pot, and each other. He thought what a perfect getaway it had become and how they really had to find a way to do it more often.

He could hear the cicadas buzzing. Somewhere in the distance he heard the different birds of the Sonoran desert. Funny, he thought, how these weren’t the sounds of the desert to him. These were the sounds of the golf course. Three cheers for suburban development. There was a steady sound in the background. It was the stream they couldn’t find the night before. They had to just miss it.

He stood and felt the cool air on his naked body. He loved being able to stand in the glory of god with nothing but what he’d given you. He remembered, before they had come up with the idea of zero lot line homes, how he would emerge from his shower on summer mornings, out the back door, and let the sun dry his body. Now the two-story home built right behind theirs pretty much prevented him from the joys of being nude. (Something entirely different from being an exhibitionist, he thought to himself, proud of the significance of his insight.)

She had to be close by. He saw her boots lying beside the blankets. Her jeans were still on the folding chair next to the last few dying embers of the fire. Her shirt was there too, his flannel was gone. He heard a slight change in the steady babble of the stream followed by the feminine “whhhooop” of a woman who had just discovered how cold water can be without being frozen. He pulled on jeans, commando style, and his boots. The only food to be found, he was extremely hungry, were marshmallows. He filled his mouth and his hands and went looking for her.

She wasn’t far. How did they miss the stream? He came up behind some brush. The desert turned green when it found water. The mesquite grew tall and lush. Even the little bit of altitude they had gained driving up from the city was enough to sprout a thin line of Cottonwood trees on each bank. The sun was low and came through the trees in horizontal rays of light and shadow. The stream sparkled orange and yellow. Stones and rocks, worn smooth as marbles, glowed as if chromed in the morning sun. Standing amid this glorious wash of light and color was a goddess, his very own angel. She was his, and in that moment, he knew both true love and ecstatic joy.

He knelt down in the stand of trees. He wanted to watch her, had to watch her. He was not a letch perched under a sorority window. It was deeper, more intense. Like the early Greeks turned to stone for watching the rituals of their gods. It was stronger, more primitive, like a cougar studying the movements of his prey. He was paralyzed with the look of her in the gold, crimson, İstanbul Escort and silver morning.

She lowered herself into the water. He watched her shiver as she sunk slowly into the one pool deep enough to take all of her into its cold swirling water. For a moment she was gone. Her head dipped into the crystal water. In the daylight he could have seen her clearly, holding herself under the water. Now, with the sun at its sharpest angle, she was gone, hidden beneath black and silver ripples.

Slowly, she rose into the day. Like the sun behind her, she moved so slowly you couldn’t see the movement, only the progress of her rise into the warm light. Small trails of water rolled from her shoulders. She was in silhouette against the backdrop of white and black trees. Green, gold, yellow, and orange, traces of blue sky surrounded her. She was a dark and glorious cut out on a radiant and moving backdrop.

Her hair lay smooth and wet along her shoulders and back. He remembered the night before, her lying atop him. Her weight on his body, her hair thick, soft and blond, surrounding his face. He could breathe nothing but the sweet scent that to him would always be exclusively hers. He thought about it now, dripping and cold. He thought about holding her, how it would feel against his chest if he came up behind her and pulled her to him.

She stood erect, turning to the sun for warmth. Small beads of glistening water rolled down her body. Her muscular legs were a crisp outline against the far bank. He followed the curve of her thigh with his eyes, much as he had done the night before with the back of his hand. Stretching in the golden glow of the morning she arched her back. She was a Roman statue guarding a sacred shrine dedicated to the gods of beauty and lust.

He remembered the first time he had had her. It had been so awkward. Only lovers in the midst of a rage of lust could have so completely become one in a cold night on hard pavement. But it hadn’t mattered. Like last night. Their lovemaking was so perfect, such a total combination of love and lust that passion overcame heat, cold, time, surroundings, everything. When they were together, locked together in embrace, it was all that mattered.

She turned. Her hands slid over the curves of her breasts and the rise of her hips. The beads of water rolled down her, glowing silver, as if lit from within against her dark skin. They moved with her hand, dancing like fireflies in the night. They collected along her arms and the curve of her ass, pooling for a second, and then plummeting to the surface of the stream rejoining the water swirling at her feet.

He wanted to move on her. He wanted to spring from his cover and move to her swallowing her form when he was upon her, taking her, as he had done last night.

Silently they’d made love atop the blankets by the fire. He remembered lying beneath her. He could listen to her breathing, the pace quickening and slowing with the tide of passion. They did not need to make sound. They expressed everything in a touch. As it became more intense he had rolled atop her. He took her again in the night. The glow of the full moon lighted her face. He remembered locking eyes with her. She was the only one ever to hold his eyes at climax. It was as if they could move from one body to the other when their eyes were locked. She did not grimace, she did not cry out. She simply held his soul in the reflection of the moon. He did Anadolu Yakası Escort not see simply her eyes, but her soul, so complete was their connection.

He wanted her now, just as it had been. He felt himself pressed hard against the rocky soil. He had to go to her. He stepped loose of his few clothes and moved stealthily along the rocks of the creek bed. He had seemed so far from her, now he realized he was merely a few steps from her. Carefully and silently he moved in behind her. The bubbling sound of running water over stones covering his approach. He thought of all the years he’d know her. With each step he remembered another encounter; another night spent in each others arms. All of the events of his life measured by the distance between their interludes. He sank into the water behind her. It came to their waists. Her muscular back and shoulders now inches from his chin. Soon he would press his lips to them.

She was aware of him now. She did not move. She stayed turned from him. The water was cold, very cold. He did not notice. He moved in behind her. He inched closer to her. Neither of them moved. The let the space between them slowly deteriorate till they could feel the water go warm between them, pressed between the heat of their bodies. He ran his hand over her arm. She was cool to the touch and smooth. Her hand met his and he felt the bar of soap slide from her hand to his. Mixed now with the fertile aroma of the forest was the slight lavender smell of her skin. It was the smell of her. The smell of her hair, the smell that came from her skin when he pressed his lips and face to her. He still couldn’t pass a boutique without slipping in to smell the different soaps and scents, always biding his time till he came across the light purple bottles and oils that would remind him of she that held his heart.

He ran it over her back. Her arms relaxed at her sides. He held the muscles of her shoulders in each hand, listening to her breath. The same sounds he heard last night under the blankets when he moved slowly atop her. He felt himself growing hard despite the bitterly cold water running around them. The sky had turned from auburn, past gold, to the clear blue it would remain for the rest of the day. The sun was warm on his chest and the flesh of her neck was now warm to the touch. The soap did not lather, but added to the glistening of morning light upon her. She was slick now, and his hands slid across her. He pulled her to him, sharing their warmth, feeling her slide across his chest.

His hands moved around her. Lathering her hips, and slowly rising to move over the curve of her breasts. He slowly searched out her nipples erect and firm between his fingers. She held her breath now. All seemed silent as she did and he moved his hands further, arousing her. He pressed his lips to her neck. He tasted the clear mountain water on her. It had been snow six months ago and now had the rich mineral taste of water that had traveled for miles along a rocky riverbed.

She turned to him. His lips stayed pressed to her neck and she laid her head back. Her eyes closed as he tasted her. Caressing her with lips tongue and teeth, she sighed. His hand explored her body. He knew every curve, every subtle freckle and mole. He knew them better than his own, and after all he should, for she was his, and he had given himself to her entirely. He followed the curves of her waist and up along her back. She was nearly limp Üsküdar Escort in his grasp. Her arms lay listless along the sides of her body. His fingers slipped along her lathered back tracing her spine and massaging the muscles along it. Below her ribs, down the small of her back, his fingers broke the surface of the water and slid further, the oils of the rich soap kept her skin soft and moist, even beneath the cold water. She flexed as his hands moved over her ass. He felt the muscles in his fingers.

He was always amazed how he could feel so totally a part of her when he held her in his arms, and at the same time feel such a total need to have her. He released her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Deeply they kissed. He felt her muscles coming alive as the passion built up between them. The sun came down on them from above the trees now. The desert heat built quickly around them. Her arms rose up around him and wrapped around his shoulders. He felt her weight being transferred from her feet to his strong back. Smoothly his arms took her up. Her legs were wrapped about his waist. He held her now and she held herself to him.

In the night they had laid upon the blankets, she atop him, him atop her. Gravity had held them together. Now it was their own strength that kept them together. She moved against his chest. Raising and lowering herself with her thighs. He loved the muscular feel of them against his sides. Any moment now she would take him in.

They became stone. He was in her and she wrapped around him. They did not move. The water held them in its movement and swayed them about. Their hearts quickened as they embraced. They grew warmer. They did not need to move. It built up inside them as stood silent, still. The water was the only movement. Their lips were locked together and their tongues met and entwined in passion. He wanted her, he had her. This was the moment he lived for, the moment just before. They had loved each other so completely, this was their goal. Not the final outcome, but the moments they were together. They drug it out as long as they could. He could feel her giving in. He felt her tense that was all it took. In the flash of a moment it washed over them. It drained them and filled them at the same time. Their kiss released and they held each other close.

The moment it had ended they were as close as they had been before. They felt the warm sun now. Sweat had formed between them and he tasted it on her neck. Slowly he allowed his legs to collapse and they folded into the brisk water. It surrounded them. They held their embrace and pressed their lips closer, deeper. Beneath the cold water their bodies moved against one another. It was perfect joy.

They would make love once again by the stream. Later they would cook breakfast to replenish their energies. In the afternoon they would hike. He would take pictures, some of landscapes and trees, a couple of birds, but mostly of her. He couldn’t make a picture more beautiful.

In the heat of the afternoon they would swim again. Playfully they would splash in the cool water. Washing themselves of the heat. They would make love in the stand of trees and be seen by a group of hikers who would smile and laugh at the playful lovers, caught naked near the water.

Another camp fire would put them to sleep, staring up at the stars. They talked each other to sleep. He was soothed by the sound of her voice. Whatever she said was beautiful to him just to hear, just to have her beside him.

His sleep could be described only as “blissful.” He would awaken to her gentle touch and easily give in to her desire for a last chance before packing their things and returning to the city.

Returning tired, returning happy.

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The silence in the car was killing him. Ann sat stoically in the passenger seat; a poised coolness about her that he found unusually titillating. She was focused, her calm demeanor one of a woman totally at ease in her decision.

He wasn’t sure at first of the reason for her quietness, although he could speculate. He ruled out nerves early on, the look of confidence on her face when she came back from dropping off Owen at the Wallace home nearly bowling him over. That feeling increased tenfold when she stepped into the living room ninety minutes later, having spent that time getting ready for the evening. Her head was slightly tilted to the right as she multitasked, walking as she put a large hoop earring into the hole of her left lobe.

“Holy fuck,” he murmured as he got a look at the outfit she’d chosen to wear for the night. At least, until she’d take it off during the party. “I… I see Camilla’s outdone herself,” he finally managed to get out.

There was no need to reply verbally; satisfied that she’d just gotten his unwavering seal of approval. Her wicked grin and sexy wink sufficed as she flipped her hair to the other side to put on the other gold earring. “Okay, I’m ready,” was all she said, her naughty game face already in place.

“Do you want me to get you a coat?” he asked politely.

It was a logical question. After all, it was late January, and it had gotten as low as eleven degrees the night before. But it had dawned a warmer day, the temperature rising into the mid-thirties, and it was going to stay in the twenties overnight. Not that that was warm by any stretch. And not that it mattered to her. Personal comfort really didn’t enter into the equation, and she cocked an eyebrow.

“Just warm up the car for me, baby. I’ll be fine.” He couldn’t help but ask if she was sure; he was conditioned to look out for her well-being. Patting him on the cheek, she moved closer, a hand resting over his heart. Instead of kissing him, she flicked her tongue across his lips; a loud groan escaping his chest in response. “There’s no need to bring a coat. I won’t be wearing clothes on the way home anyway… I’ll be wearing cum. Remember?”

She squeezed his shaft through his jeans, feeling it jerk. It pleased her that he was already hard, most certainly from the sight of what she was wearing, and she giggled at his reaction to her comment. He nearly ran into the door as he scrambled to get out to his car to start it.

Yet it still came as some surprise how eerily quiet it was between them once they left the house. She wasn’t pensive at all, fully aware of where they were going and what they were about to do… what she was about to do. If anything, she looked determined as she sat with her legs crossed, her hands neatly folded on her lap.

He pulled off the interstate, turning onto a state road that would eventually take them to Carol and Barry’s house. But first he whipped the sporty red Nissan into a gas station.

“I’ll just be a minute,” he remarked when he parked in front of a pump.

“I’ll do it,” she said, quickly unbuckling.

“What? Why?”

“The tank is on my side,” she replied, hopping out before he could stop her. Yet she waltzed around the front of the vehicle, stopping at his window, motioning for him to lower it. “We’re paying cash tonight,” she winked, holding out her hand for a twenty.

He watched in amazement as she strutted toward the convenience store that was a part of the gas station. “God she’s incredible,” he laughed, shaking his head, knowing the guy inside was about to get an unexpected surprise.

When she walked out she was beaming, heading straight to Neil’s window a second time. “It appears we’re getting our gas for free tonight,” she smiled as she returned the bill.

“And why would that be?”

She replied with a playful shrug, “Apparently he approves of how I’m dressed.”

It was that outfit that was making not only his cock throb incessantly, but likely the one belonging to the attendant inside as well. Camilla, the co-owner and head seamstress at Henrietta’s House, the upscale lingerie and clothing shop where Ann worked, had created another daring, sexy ensemble at her request. It was obvious that’s where it came from, not just because she worked there, but because he’d seen her carry the distinctive yellow bag of the store into the bedroom when she went to get ready; the same bag that was now on the floor of the car next to her small purse.

Ann was wearing what would best be described as a tube dress, and it clung to her curves like it was molded to her skin. The strapless design had two hems, the top coming just above her breasts; the bottom extending just past her hips. But the most spectacular feature of the dress was that it was made from a light golden material that was literally see-through. It hid nothing, showing everything she had to offer underneath, from her dark areolas and thick, Bostancı Escort rock hard nipples, to her blonde landing strip above her pussy… and everything in between.

She’d gone without underwear totally, not bothering with some of the barely-there items she’d worn to previous parties; the half bras that would hold up her breasts, or the pieces of elastic that formed the illusion of a G-string. Instead she went slightly more traditional, at least for someone attempting to dress rather slutty. She had on red fishnet stockings and a red garter belt, along with a pair of matching four-inch spiked heels.

Then there were the fashion accessories. She was wearing another choker; this one a bit more risqué than the one she wore on her weekend anniversary as a Bond girl. First it was red instead of black, to go with her stockings and heels. And it was made of leather, a gold buckle in back keeping it snug against her elegant neck. In front there was a shiny golden ring, very similar to the hoops in her ears. It had the feel of a collar, while looking more stylish.

She also wore two garters, one on each thigh, made of material that matched the color of her dress. Peering at her through the passenger side windows while she pumped the gas, standing there like she was wearing a casual outfit on a balmy summer day, it struck him. The colors were exactly the same as what her favorite team would be wearing during the game later than night. She’d taken a page from Martina’s script, having watched her dress in an authentic Dallas Cowboys cheerleader costume the previous two years. But Ann was putting a whole new X-rated spin on being a cheerleader, all in the name of her beloved 49ers.

She stood outside the car in the fading light of the afternoon, ignoring the elements, even going so far as to wash the windshield, giving Neil and anyone that might be looking a show in the process. It was then that he noticed the 49er pendant, about the size of a half-dollar, albeit in an oval shape, dangling from the ring on the front of the collar.

When she finished with the gas, she sat calmly in her seat, crossing her legs as they’d been before, letting the warmth of the heater wash over her.

“So… was he cute?” he chuckled.

“Who?”

“You know who I mean… the cashier inside the store. Was he cute?”

“Very. I kind of feel sorry for him though. He’s going to miss the game.”

“How do you know that?”

“I asked if he was going to watch it. He told me he’s here until two in the morning and he’ll miss the game.”

“I don’t think he cares now. Not after seeing you.”

“I suppose,” she shrugged, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Well, I can’t believe you did that.”

“I’ve done more than that at a gas station,” she responded quickly. “Remember Wyoming?”

It came back to him in a flash; their weeklong trip driving from California to Indiana, stopping along the way to share sexual adventures that would become erotic memories for the rest of their lives. The one she was referring to was somewhere just outside of Cheyenne, the two of them having stopped for gas on their way to the cabin in Colorado. The theme of the trip that day had been Neil learning how to handle Ann sexually; how to ‘make’ her do things.

She’d talked for hours of how much the idea of not having control turned her on, and he was in the process of figuring out just how to do that. It culminated in the wild night in the wooded resort high in the mountains of Estes Park, where she actually submitted to him. It was their first experimentation with bondage, and it ended with her official transformation into Annabelle, a part of her sexual personality that she’d willingly explore many times thereafter. That wasn’t lost on him as he glanced in her direction, the red choker adorning her neck suddenly looking more like a collar in his mind.

The episode at the gas station some two thousand miles away replayed in his mind, triggering a response that he hadn’t anticipated. She’d been just as playful, climbing out of the car wearing just his white dress shirt, and barely at that. It took a moment for him to read her signals; in fact, she’d become so exasperated that she had to stop and actually confront him about it, telling him bluntly what she was hoping for in the politest way she could muster. He responded to her constructive criticism by resetting the scene, having them start over with him taking control of her, and their night.

“I remember making you open your shirt. And I remember fingering you out in the open.”

“I remember being so turned on I couldn’t stand it. And I remember you not letting me cum until that night.”

“Is that the reason for the choker?” he said just as directly as she’d been that day, checking traffic before pulling back onto the highway.

“Happy coincidence,” she answered, reaching into the bag near her feet, pulling out an envelope. “But who knows. We’ll see where tonight leads.”

It suddenly Kadıköy Escort all made sense. He’d inadvertently set the stage for what just happened, telling her when she’d gone to get ready that she needed to leave enough time so they could stop to get gas. He knew it would take her quite a while. It almost always did when she was preparing herself to go out; even more so when it was for their annual naughty get together with their friends. He was sure she’d spent some of that time thinking about what she intended to wear and the opportunities it would present. Naturally, their fun in Wyoming had eventually sprung to her mind.

He didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Not with the memory she’d referenced, and knowing what the envelope contained. While he wasn’t sure how the night would play out at the party, it was ridiculously obvious that she’d used the incident on their trip as fuel. If he’d set the stage for it by simply informing her of the need to stop on the way, she’d done the same with what she’d just done at the gas station. She was in a playful mood on a night that was undoubtedly going to be sexually charged.

It would have been criminal if he didn’t take advantage of the message that to him she was so clearly sending. He hadn’t gotten it at first that time in Wyoming. In fact, he was clueless, which was why she’d had to stop in frustration so she could bluntly tell him what she wanted; even what she was expecting of him. But five years later, he’d indeed learned to read between her lines.

“It’s going to lead wherever I want it to lead, Anna,” he stated, his tone leaving no doubt he was now in charge of her, and her night.

While she held her composure, a shiver ran up her spine, the wetness between her legs increasing just from the power of his presence. Her night had just been transformed, much like the one she’d spent in the Rocky Mountain wilderness. He hadn’t called her Annabelle, but she certainly felt like her at the moment. In truth, it never seemed likely he’d take her that far; but that he could, and that he might, had her on edge. Pulling the paper from the envelope she was holding, she opened it. She really couldn’t see what was written in the passing lights along the darkening road, but she didn’t need to. She’d read it so many times she’d practically memorized Carol’s long, handwritten invitation to the party.

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Carol and Barry Morrison would like to cordially invite you to the Sixth Annual House of Shade Super Bowl Slut party.

January 29th, 1995

The House of Shade Estate

Kickoff is scheduled for 6:20 PM. We request all guests to arrive by 5:45 PM to attend the pre-party meeting that will be held prior to the festivities. Sluts are expected to arrive by 5:15 PM to go over the rules for this year’s event.

Hi everyone! Now that you’ve been formally invited, let’s get to the fun! I hope you all are looking forward to this year’s party as much as Barry and I. It seems with each gathering, the event itself becomes more exciting. We love how this has evolved year after year, and we can’t wait to see what this game has in store.

With that said, there has already been a new wrinkle to this year’s edition of the party that I want to share with you. As many of you may know, all of our official sluts have allegiances to the NFC teams we root for each year. While I am a diehard Redskins fan, along with Beth and Yvonne, Olivia proved her loyalty to the Giants during our second party, and thus, the Super Bowl sluts were born.

The last three seasons, the right to go to the Super Bowl from our favorite conference has been decided between two teams; ones that are near and dear to two of our original sluts.

Ann showed her colors at our inaugural party, rooting her beloved 49ers to victory. It was her playful spirit and revealing outfit that challenged Martina and me to step up our game that night, although it could also have been the Jack talking. After all, the shots of whiskey we were taking for each San Francisco touchdown had us half-drunk by halftime (remember, they scored 8 in the game!)

With that kind of a blowout, the tradition of stripping in response of a score began as a way to keep the party interesting. Martina was the first to blaze that trail, and I was more than happy to follow, but it was Ann that boldly pushed us that night, ending up nearly naked for all of our pleasure to celebrate a 49er victory. The last two years we’ve all witnessed how Martina has literally ‘cheered’ for her Cowboys.

I think it’s safe to say that while we had collectively done some fun and naughty things up to that point, including the group embracing and living up to the name ‘slut ‘during the Redskins victory a few years ago, Martina has raised the bar for all of us as far as our sexual escapades are concerned.

In light of the way the focus shifted to spotlight one slut over the others if their team is in the game, it’s been discovered that the competitive Göztepe Escort nature within our group is not unlike those of the teams we root for. Martina changed that focus, but we can’t forget she did sit out a year out of respect for her team, choosing not to root for her rival. But Ann is just as loyal to her team. With the Cowboys and 49ers meeting for the third consecutive year to see who would go to the Super Bowl, the NFC championship game became more personal for them, and the result was a wager.

The stakes of that wager will be discussed during the pre-game meeting. Suffice it to say that this year’s party has the potential to be quite different. Because of that, I’m asking for us all to be prepared for a night of unprecedented fun. Gentlemen, it’s up to you, but it might be wise to leave the underwear at home. Ladies, that’s not an option. Wear what you wish up top, but the attire for the night is strictly short skirts and no panties… unless of course it’s that unfortunate time of the month.

As for the rest of the details, we’ll discuss them before the game. Please RSVP by January 22nd. If you can’t make it this year, we understand, but we need a valid reason for why so you won’t lose your place going forward. If you no longer plan to attend our parties, we’ll understand that as well, but please let us know so we can find a couple to replace you permanently.

We’re looking forward to seeing all of you!

Love,

Carol and Barry

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“I wonder where she learned to do the calligraphy at the top part,” Ann asked as she held the expensive parchment Carol had chosen to use for the invitations.

“I dunno. Probably a class, I would guess.”

“It’s so elegant and classy. Kind of makes you forget what we’re actually being invited there to do.”

“You’re going to be doing more than most, Anna Renee.”

She stopped snickering. In fact, she froze. “Anna Renee?”

“Absolutely. You were a very .bad girl to make that bet without me knowing about it. And now everyone that’s going to be at the party knows it. It’s right there in the invitation. I think you deserve to be punished for that. Don’t you?”

“I… I suppose,” she said with a ragged breath, a hot flash racing through her veins. “So, wh… when we get home?”

Shaking his head slowly, he kept his focus on the road, dusk fast approaching. “I don’t think so. Like I said, everyone already knows you were bad.”

“No they don’t. They only know I made a bet with Martina.”

“Oh, I think they know. And if they don’t, they will pretty soon.”

How quickly her mood had changed. She’d been so self-assured when she climbed back into the car, excited about what she’d done inside the convenience store. But he’d correctly ascertained what was lying beneath the surface of his beautiful wife. It was the thoughts of that gas station in Wyoming that had fueled the daring display she’d just put on. She knew all too well how that memorable night had ended. But then again, he did too.

Calling her Anna Renee had made her visibly unsettled, because it wasn’t exactly the same as Annabelle, but she quickly collected herself. She wanted to not have control; to relinquish that to him for the night. It all had to do with her having to be such a slut at the party. She wanted to do it, but there was still a huge amount of guilt associated with being the center of something so wicked. In truth, Martina had thrown down a gantlet to the rest of the girls, and Ann was the one standing at the front of the line, forced to pick it up on their behalf because it was her team now in the game. She wanted to, but it was a huge step for her. One she wasn’t entirely sure she should be taking. With Neil asserting himself, he was now leading her exactly where she wanted to go.

He knew that as well, which was why he switched gears, going with Anna Renee instead of the more obvious Annabelle. He had no desire to go into that world. He didn’t necessarily want to involve the alter ego he’d chosen either, but it was pretty clear to him that she wanted to be made to participate, even while she tried so hard to appear cool about it.

Playing on that, he held up his mobile phone for her to take. “You might want to call Camilla.”

“Why would I need to do that?”

“Because, you’re Anna Renee for the rest of the night, and you know what that means.”

“Oh… fuck,” she whispered, waving off his attempt to hand it to her. Reaching for her own in the yellow bag, she said, “I have her number stored in mine.”

Pressing the button, she waited nervously, her mind thinking about what her husband was inferring, and the reason she needed to call.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Camilla?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Hey, it’s me… Anna Renee.”

“Anna Renee? What did you do, dear?” she laughed, knowing all about Ann’s many personas.

“I didn’t tell Neil about the bet I made with Martina, and what would happen if I won. Or lost, for that matter.”

“He’s just finding out today? The game is today!”

“No, he’s known for two weeks. I told him right after the Niners beat the Cowboys. But I didn’t tell him before that game, and I should have. The bet was set by the time I told him.”

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