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Stretching lazily in the warmth of her bed, she woke up hot and wet. Her dreams had been filled with intensely vivid images of him; images, scents, and tastes that left her skin tingling along with various other parts of her body. She let one hand slide down between her legs and found her panties saturated with her fluids, just like she had known they would be. Wiggling in the bed, she discarded her panties and began stroking herself, eyes closed, thinking about him and how he was finally coming home today.

Several orgasms later, she found that she was still not satiated, but there was no help for that. She would simply have to wait until he got home, but in the meantime, she had things to do around the house to get ready for him, including a leisurely hot bath and a strawberry-flavored douche. She slipped on a skimpy clean pair of panties and a middie T-shirt, ran her long fingers through her dark hair, and headed out to the kitchen.

Gathering the dishes in the left-hand sink, she added dish soap and began running the hot water as hot as her hands could stand it. They had a dishwasher, but she always preferred doing the dishes by hand. She chuckled, reminded suddenly of how he always teased her about how she did the dishes up to her elbows in hot soapy water in stead of using the more convenient dishwasher. She slid her hands into the sink and began washing the dishes, occasionally splashing the hot water on her T-shirt. It wasn’t long before she noticed how the cotton material of her shirt was clinging to her breasts and making the nipples stand out as it cooled.

Her mind began to wander from its task and began to focus on her damp breasts. The wet material clinging to her skin began to stimulate her over-sensitive nipples, and with one hot, soapy hand, she began to slide her fingers over them, first one and then the other. Some women preferred to pinch their nipples until they were hard, but she preferred the light, titillating touch. She found it far more arousing. She closed her eyes thinking of his fingers grazing her nipples as he bit and kissed her neck, and she could feel her panties growing moist.

Quietly, he entered tecavüz porno the front door of the house, trying to ease himself inside without alerting her. He could hear her tremulous moaning in the kitchen, a sound that he was very familiar with and one that no one else would likely hear if not listening for it. He loved how horny she was all of the time, wanting and needing to be touched and taken. He had no desire to disappoint her. He sat his brief case and accompanying suitcase by the door and pushed it closed softly so not to alert her of his presence. He turned the bolt, removed his jacket, and laid it over the back of the couch. Removing his shirt, he planned to make this homecoming a big surprise.

He stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, watching her slide her hands back and forth across her full, firm breasts. He could see her reflected in the kitchen window, and her T-shirt was nearly transparent from the water. He could see her nipples standing hard, and he could feel his pants growing tight as his cock grew more and more erect. Her eyes were closed as she touched herself, sliding her hand down to stroke her pussy through her panties. She left her other hand in the water.

Silently coming up behind her, he braced himself against the sink, pinning her against the cabinet. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck just below her ear, whispering a hello. She tried to turn around in his arms to welcome him home properly, but he refused to let her move. He slid her free hand back into the sink causing her to bend over slightly with both arms up to the elbows in the hot water.

“Don’t move.” He growled hotly into her ear as he slid his hands under her arms to caress her breasts. He ground his now hard cock against her ass, eliciting guttural moans from her throat. He stroked her hard nipples through her wet T-shirt making clockwise then counter clockwise movements around them. He pushed his crotch harder against her ass, and she began to grind her pussy into the filigreed-wood trim below the sink.

Finally, he moved his hands to her hips and began to slide her soaked travesti porno panties to the floor. She stepped out of them and tried again to turn to face him. “Damn it, I said don’t fucking move,” he whispered in her ear, pushing her arms back to the elbows in the scalding dish water. He freed his cock from the confines of his slacks and drove one knee between her legs to part them.

“What are you doing?” She whispered, her voice dry and wavering. “Let’s go to the bedroom, baby.”

“No, don’t move.” He slid his hand down her belly and began stroking her flowing pussy, finding her clit, and with practiced familiarity, he ran his fingertips teasingly over it. He spread her legs further apart until he could see her glistening cunt just waiting for his cock. He didn’t make her wait long. He teased her wet slit with his cock head, sliding it back and forth to gather her juices on it. He could feel her shudder in his arms as he held her pinned to the sink. Suddenly, he plunged his cock into her deeply as her pussy’s nectar ran down his balls.

She felt him bury his cock deep in her pussy and wanted to push back against him to take him in deeper, but he held her fast against the sink. The feeling of having him inside of her mixed with the nearly-burning water was driving her wild. It didn’t help that she couldn’t move. She loved it when he would just take her in this fashion, sneaking up behind her when she didn’t know he was there and just taking what he wanted. It made her hot, and it was always followed by hours of her most intense pleasure.

He fucked her hard, slamming his cock inside her over and over again with occasional swats to her firm ass cheeks. She moaned loudly with the mixture of pleasure and pain, even if the pain was only a sting. He held her hips and pulled her against him hard as he thrust forward into her again and again. Roughly, he placed his hand on her back just beneath her neck, forcing her to bend over further and exposing more of her cunt. He could feel her pussy drawing him in deeper as he stroked into her wetness. Faster, he fucked her. Her body went rigid against the sink as she xhamster porno began to shudder from her orgasm, triggering his own, but still he didn’t stop. He continued to pump his cock into her as he stroked her clit, making her cum a second time.

He stepped back as his cock slid wetly from her body, finally allowing her to move. Without saying a word, he turned her to face him and pushed her to her knees. She knew what he wanted and was happy to oblige. She loved the taste of their mixed passion on his cock and took him in her mouth greedily. She teased him at first by running her tongue over the head of his cock, licking it and massaging it. She slid the tip of her tongue across his slit, dipping just inside. She could feel his hands on the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair.

In a hoarse whisper, she said, “Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“Suck my cock,” he said commandingly. She took him fully into her mouth as he moved his hands to the back of her head, holding her in place. His cock began to grow erect against her tongue as she sucked and licked him. She began sliding him deeper into her mouth and pulling back, sucking harder as she pulled away and swallowing on his cock head as it entered her throat. She could feel his hips began to move with her, and his hands tightened against the back of her head. With one hand, she began stroking and caressing his balls as his cock moved back and forth across her tongue. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft, sucking and stroking him to a full erection. He began moving his hips faster, tightening his grip on her head, fucking her mouth with his cock. She could taste his precum leaking onto her tongue, and she swirled it along his length as he moved.

Her pussy began to overflow as she sucked him. She had often had orgasms while giving him head, but this was more intense than usual. He began pumping into her mouth harder, nearly gagging her. She moaned as he fucked her throat, and the vibrations sent shocks through his groin. Suddenly, he grabbed her hard as his thick hot cum pumped into her mouth. She swallowed his juices, tasting his salty-sweetness on her tongue, and let him pump the last of his desire into her throat as she swallowed hard on his cock head. She licked the remaining drops from his cock, and he pulled up his pants and fastened them. He pulled her to her feet and took her in his arms.

“God, it’s good to be home,” he said.

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The steam enveloped me as I opened the bathroom door. My wife was slowly washing her hair in the shower, enjoying a few quiet moments to herself as the soft water cascaded down her soft skin.

She rubbed her hand clearing the fog on the shower screen glass and smiled at me. I momentarily caught her eye, smiled back and let my eyes wonder for a moment down to her breasts, watching the soap bead down them, mouthed that I loved her and closed the door behind me and went back to do odd jobs in the kitchen.

My mind began to drift, she looked stunning, I should have just jumped in and joined her.

As I was processing this I glanced her walk down the hallway towards the bedroom. The towel was short and barely covered her behind and with every step I watched her bare thighs and legs.

She was seductive, beautiful and desired. I wanted to kiss her, touch her, feel her skin against mine and inhale her intoxicating scent. I wanted her and followed her into the bedroom where she was drying herself on the bed.

“Hello” she smiled as I walked over, knelt over her and kissed her softly, tecavüz porno then deeply and teased her mouth with my tongue. We kissed deeply as I ran my hand across her smooth legs. As I pulled in closer I felt myself full and hard against my pants and hot against the warmth between her legs.

She let out a searching moan as we continued kissing and I slipped my shirt off, feeling her full breasts against my chest as we kissed harder and faster, hands searching and yearning for more skin, more contact. I slipped off my pants, pressing myself against her.

I teased her thighs with my hands as I made my way down past her breasts, I traced my tongue over one of her nipples and felt it harden, I took the other in my hands and traced around them, teasing, pinching and then sucking them until the felt rock hard in my mouth then teased them with gentle bites.

Feeling the eagerness build I then grabbed her hips with my hands and traced my mouth over her soft belly, delighting in the texture of her skin against my lips and moving further down and suddenly being travesti porno in the presence of her gorgeous cunt.

I smelt her deeply then softly used my fingers to separate her cunt with my fingers as she arched into me. I used my fingers to trace her lips and eyed her now engorged clit. I slowly traced my lips over it before flicking my tongue over it as she begged me to keep going.

I licked slowly and firmly across her clit feeling her grow harder and tasting her wetness as I hardened my tongue against it, I then tranced my fingers down to her opening and teased myself at the entrance. Licking, sucking, teasing quicker and quicker as my fingers curled inside of her towards her g spot and suddenly a shrill scream and a gush of moans as her wet cunt spasmed on my fingers and her clit pulsed against my tongue.

She took a moment, then pushed me down, guiding her hands over my wrists as she sat on top of me and slid her soaking cunt over my hard cock. I moaned deeply as her velvet warmth enveloped me and I felt my balls ache with desire to unload xhamster porno rivers of hot cum deep inside of her.

She angled her hips and took me deeply as she grabbed both my wrists, pinning me down, kissing me deeply and tasting her cunt on my breathless lips. As she gyrated and thrusted against me taking every inch of my thickness she demanded.

“Give me that hot cum, I want it deep in my cunt!” she said almost pleading.

This sent me over the edge, I had wanted this since I saw her in the shower and feeling her demanding desire built a wave of pleasure as I explained wave upon wave of cum into her.

We collapsed on the bed, panting together and drawing in the heavy atmosphere of our lovemaking in the room.

She asked me to hold her and as I slid over, I saw a single bead of cum fall slowly from her cunt now slick and wet. I cuddled close, my now softening cock against her ass, my arm over her as I traced my hand across her thighs, her hips, her soft stomach and breasts.

This perfect moment of skin on skin, breathing each-other in, as we lay there she nuzzled her soft ass into me and I felt myself stirring again.

“We have nothing else on this morning,” she said softly.

We didn’t, and as I felt my cock harden and push its way back towards her soft, wet and dripping cunt I kissed her softly on the ear. She was right, we had all morning.

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We had arranged to meet halfway, the journey from my home was trouble free yet inside me I could feel some nervousness and anticipation kicking in. The months of flirting, midnight and early morning texts and messages sent and received to the baring of our bodies and the insights into each others minds and darkest fantasies revealed which rapidly changed to desire, want and need and the dreams of fulfilling ones fantasies to finally on this day to it turning into a reality of us becoming as one.

I walk through the plush lobby of the hotel and make the necessary arrangements and go off to the room I had chosen to make my own preparations. Its still early once the scene has been set so I head off to the bar to try and relax a little as my mind works overtime of what lies ahead and how we will both react in the first instance.

A short while later I’m torn away from my thoughts as I see you enter, I couldn’t mistake your beautiful face, long flowing tresses and oh my that body! My stomach starts doing cartwheels and the blood rushes straight to my cock, the long wait is finally drawing closer.

As per our prior arrangement you head straight to the lift not once looking in any other direction, totally focused. I watch the lift door close from my vantage point and know I have 30 minutes to wait until I can enter the room.

By now you should be sipping on a glass of champers, giddy with the fragrance of rose petals scattered upon the bed and trying to relax and prepare for what lies ahead.

The familiar waiter sees my empty glass and brings me another drink which I slowly sip until finally it’s time for me to make my move and frankly I cannot wait any longer and make my way to the lift. I nod to the blonde receptionist as I pass which is returned with a knowing smile.

Once in the lift I check my appearance in the mirror, straightening my tie as I look at my reflection. My hand stokes my freshly shaven face and then run my fingers through my closely cropped ever greying hair as I look at my face momentarily reflecting on the years gone by. The signs of age starting to show through the glasses sat upon my face, the laughter lines evident around my blue eye yet I’m comfortable enough for me to just smile too myself and think, Yep, Fuck it…you’ll do.

The lift opens and as I walk towards the room my head starts feeling light, my nerves on edge but yet I feel full of confidence at the same time and wonder and hope you feel the same way too.

I place the keycard in the slot and hear the faint the click of the mechanism and see the light turn green as I place my hand on the handle and slowly enter the room.

I had thought about this moment over and over since we had arranged this meet but I was still taken aback as I entered the room to see this absolute vision of beauty lying in wait on the bed wearing the simplest of black lacy underwear set, complimented by the stocking and suspenders and surrounded by petals it was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen.

Your perfect smile greeting me as our eyes meet for the very first time, I knew then this was going to be something special and I could instantly tell you felt the same way too from the glint in your eyes. I start to speak but you quickly place your finger to your luscious lips to tell me all the words have been said.

I slowly take my jacket off and place it on the nearby chair, loosening my tie I place it on top of the jacket knowing I will need that later as I see you watching every move I make.

Our eyes never wander from each other’s as I start to undo the buttons on my white shirt, I watch you rise from the bed and slowly walk the short space between us. As you draw closer I smell your perfume, my mind in sensory overload. You embrace me and my arms envelope you and pull you close and a i feel your soft smooth silky skin next to mine and as our lips meet, our eyes close…the wait is finally over.

We continue to kiss as our tongues explore each other’s mouths, dancing around in perfect harmony never once out of sync. I feel your warm delicate hands rest upon my chest as you continue to undo the buttons of my shirt one by one for me.

I moan softly as I feel your hand slide inside tecavüz porno my shirt, slowly making its way to caress my back then snaking back round to my chest as I feel your fingers lightly brush against my nipples then down my belly to rest on the belt of my trousers.

I cup your face in my hands and kiss you long, deep and passionately as pure wanton desire begins to take hold of me. Releasing my hands from your beautiful face I let them start to wander all over your shoulders and back feeling the curves of your womanly body, slowly making their way to feel the roundness of your bum pulling you even closer so you can feel my ever growing hardness against you.

The moan that escapes from your pretty mouth tells me you approve as my hand wanders back up to the strap of your bra, fingers deftly releasing the clasp (thank fuck!) being so close the bra remains trapped between our bodies, looking into each other’s eyes we both nod and take a step back to admire one another.

I take off my shirt whilst I watch the thin straps of your bra fall over your shoulders as your hands are holding onto the cups pressed against your heaving breasts.

Gently massaging them you let your hands rest on your hips and the bra finally falls to the floor. I’m in awe as I watch this unfold before my very own eyes, my cock is now straining against the thin material of my tight black boxers.

I kick off my shoes and my trousers fall to the floor, as I step out of them I move closer to you admiring your beauty as once again our eyes lock and its like looking in a mirror as the burning desire shines through.

As you take a step closer to me your face nestles into my neck and I feel your soft kisses slowly start exploring my body traveling lower and lower as I watch you sink to your knees before me. Your beautiful eyes now level with my crotch as you slide your hands into the back of my boxers I feel your nails slightly dig into my arse cheeks pulling my that fraction closer to your lips.

I feel your hot breath and your want and kisses through my boxers as you quickly slide your hands around my hips and start to gently pull them down, releasing my now rock hard penis from its confines. With my cock now finally free, you slide them lower down over my thighs and onto the floor.

I feel your delicate fingers grasp around my shaft and I look down at you and watch as you almost inspect it. I see you looking at every detail of me, from the neatly trimmed pubic hair to the smooth shaft with its throbbing veins and the engorged shining purple head and I take it you approve as I see you licking your lips with anticipation.

As your hand slowly starts to explore the full length of me, I feel your tongue on the tip of my helmet slowly tasting and teasing me sending a shockwave through my body. Looking up at me you wink and open your mouth and wrap your lips around my cock as you never once take your eyes off mine.

God it feels incredible as your mouth works my cock, your delicate fingers encircling the base of my shaft just pumping slightly as you take more and more of me in your warm wet hungry mouth.

I moan audibly at the sight i see before me and at the feelings I’m experiencing as you continue to pleasure me, I’m so worked up and have had so much desire for this and you for so long I can feel already the tell signs of an impending explosion if this pace carries on for too long.

I take a couple of deep breaths and place my hands on each side of your head, taking control of your ever increasing enthusiasm. Slowing the pace allows me now to control your movement and I hold your head firmly slowing you down but pushing my length slightly deeper inside at every stroke.

After I’m about three quarters of the way inside you gag slightly, I now know your limits (for the time being) and I carry on slowly fucking your pretty face. After a few minutes of this incredible pleasure you look up at me slightly miffed as I pull my cock from you wonderful mouth, this time it’s my turn to wink as I gently but firmly take a hold of a fistful of gorgeous hair and guide you to your feet.

I nod towards the bed and watch as you lie down seductively upon travesti porno it as I just watch you for a short while standing naked, my erection still wet with your saliva. Letting myself settle for the briefest of moments, I stand before you thinking as much as I want to cum in your mouth just then I want the first time to be deep inside your soaking wet tight cunt.

It seemed an eternity as I stood there but was perhaps only moments , walking over to you I lean down and kiss your lips tenderly at first but then once again with more passion.

I’m desperate to please you as you did me and climb onto the bed and lay beside you, running my hands over the curves of your body as we continue to kiss.

My hands roaming over you seem to make you relax slightly and as my fingers find your erect nipple I’m rewarded with a low soft moan while encircling the tip of it, gently squeezing and tugging brings more moans of pleasure.

I finally break our kiss with a gentle bite on your lower lip as I start to follow your earlier actions, kissing your neck and slowly learning your body as my mouth finds your left breast. The tip of my tongue teasing its nipple, the feeling of it growing harder and larger in my mouth as my lips clamp around i let my other hand leave your other breast to travel downward slowly but purposefully heading towards in between your legs.

I feel the waistband of your panties and glide my hand over your mound, my finger running teasingly through the naturally created slit within them as the lacy material shows me glimpses as to what lies beneath.

Continuing to explore you, my hand travels over your legs and back up between your thighs as you try to push yourself toward my hand and I take the hint and let my fingers start to feel the wetness through your damp panties, gently caressing your hot lips as my fingers seek out your responses and from the moans you make and to the way your beautiful body reacts to my gentle and subtle movements.

I shift on the bed and take my place between your legs, I’ve longed for this moment for so long as I can finally smell your arousal, see your arousal and now I want to taste your arousal.

I tug on your panties as you lift your bum slightly and as they slide down over over your stockings my mind becomes a whir as I take in this picture of womanhood, completely bare apart from a thin strip of whispy hair pointing towards a delicate flower just about to blossom.

I take in a heady breath as my tongue starts to finally tastes you, licking your outer lips the tip of my tongue slowly tracing its path around your opening. I continue to tease you with my mouth before starting to delve deeper within your rapidly becoming soaking wet kitty.

I growl into you as I start lapping up your juices, fuck you taste so good!! I carry on exploring every inch of you as your movements and breathing, the moans and groans escaping from you telling me all I need to know.

I dip my tongue deep inside your opening, slowly pulling it out and back in again I start fucking you with my tongue wanting this to never end.

As I feel your hands grip the sides of my head trying to push me further inside, I pull back my head slightly and tentatively glide my tongue over your engorged clit. I feel your whole body quiver as the tip lightly circles your hard flesh before giving it a gentle nibble before I start again licking every fucking inch of you.

With my tongue back on your clit I slide two fingers easily inside your soaking wet pussy immediately sending shock waves of ecstasy throughout your body.

Crying out you thrust your hips towards me holding tightly onto me and flood my mouth with your sweet juices, I slow down a touch savoring the taste and aroma before me and feel you pulling on my head I glance up and see you mouth the words “Fuck me, I need you to fuck me now!!”

I rise from between your thighs and slowly kiss my up your body spreading your scent wherever my lips touch skin, finally I reach your mouth and kiss you long and hard your tongue dancing inside my mouth lightly flicking over my lips tasting yourself and loving it as much as I do.

I grasp my hard cock and rest xhamster porno it on the opening of your cunt and slowly rub the head up and down your juicy slit, the head bumping against your clit as the shaft runs through your crevice. I continue this a few times wanting to tease you but cannot wait any longer, I need to feel myself deep inside you and slowly place the head of my prick between your lips.

I feel your body trembling with desire as your legs wrap around my body, willing me inside you there is no resistance is I push slowly against your opening. Your natural lubrication lets me slide myself inch by inch until about I’m half way inside you. I stop wanting to savour the moment, you sense this too and relax your hold on me slightly.

God you feel incredible wrapped around me and look incredible as you lay beneath me and as a thin sheen of sweat starts to form over your hot body I relish in the feeling as our bodies are as close as can be. We are now finally as one and we look deep into each other’s eyes and both smile as we start to move together in perfect harmony.

I start slowly pulling my cock back out until just the head remains inside then repeat the stroke until the whole length of my hard cock is buried deep within you, I can feel your cunt muscles gripping me not wanting to let me go.

I start to pick up the pace, we are building up a perfect rhythm between us as the months of longing finally becoming a reality as our eyes remain focused on each other’s, the smell of sex and the noises of lust fill the room as I start to pound your tight hole.

I lean my head towards you and kiss you hard and passionately, the taste and smell of each other still lingering. I finally stop kissing you and lean up slightly to allow my hand to travel up you beautiful body, the look of lust evident in your pretty eyes as my hand grasps around your throat. In that moment as I tighten my grip around the sides your you neck , I feel your whole body start to tremble as you succumb to me and become mine.

I can feel my cock start to ache, needing release and your body tells me it’s time. We kiss one more time as our bodies exploded in mutual ecstasy, you cry out in passion as i feel your whole body stiffen and your wetness envelopes me as your cunt muscles contract around my cock milking my cum out of me as I explode deep inside you. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum fires from the tip of me coating the walls of your vagina with all my seed, sending another shock wave of pleasure through your hot body as my head is thrown back and I groan out aloud at the final release as my orgasm takes control over me.

As our bodies slowly subside into a post orgasmic state I feel myself soften inside you but feel you gripping me, never letting me go.

I lay beside you with the incredible feeling of still being inside you as you cuddle into me with your head on my chest listening to my slowing heartbeat as my hand slowly strokes your hair, I feel you shift slightly and your lips brush mine, looking at me you open your mouth and say just one word “wow”…”indeed”. I reply “wow just about covers it”.

We talk softy for a while comfortable enough within each other’s company to let there be quiet moments of reflection. You tell me you need to freshen up and I feel my cock slowly withdraw from your warm depths as our bodies separate, you kiss me before slowly rising from the bed and I watch your beauty as you walk seductively towards the bathroom.

I myself just lie there like an imbecile with a huge grin on my face and as I hear the shower turn on I get up and and grab the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and pour us a glass each.

Sipping on the drink I go to my jacket and retrieve my phone, I open up my messages find the contact number and write the words “45mins from now, oh and bring another bottle and a glass for yourself… X” and hit the send button.

I rise from the bed myself and place my phone on the dressing table and smile smugly at myself in the mirror above it and think to myself, the plan is coming together nicely and head towards the shower to join you…to be continued.

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If you’ve got this far, thank you for reading. and hope you enjoyed. This being only my second attempt at writing something like this, all comments and feed back greatly appreciated.

In my head the story continues as the two new lovers continue to act out their desires in this hotel, a hotel dedicated to this and which is actually owned by the guy.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

A hot, humid summer day and I heard him open the back door. I’d been lounging on the white leather loveseat and his eyes lit up, seeing what I had on — a cherry pink lace chemise, nothing more. “Ay, Bay-Bay, so beautiful!”

I felt desire emanating from him, like a blast of heat from a desert wind. He had a huge wedge of watermelon in his hand, and he kept sucking at it, the juice dripping onto his chin, down his arm. He flashed a smile, peeled his T-shirt off and bent over me. Watermelon juice dripped onto my mouth, neck and tits. Sucking on my nipples, he undid his pants. He crushed some watermelon onto my pussy, sinking his lips on it, a quick gamahuche. “Mmmm, taste good, cariño, ay!”

He shoved chunks of watermelon into my mouth. The loveseat was getting all sticky and kind of slippery… and actually, so were we both!

“Julio! Stop acting crazy! Espere un poco!” I sputtered. But no, he wouldn’t wait — I was mashed flat, and wham! His cock was huge, at full mast, poking and pressing insistently against me.

“Ay, Bay-Bay, you put me loco!”

That chunk of fruit now demolished, both his sticky hands tecavüz porno went under my ass, he lifted my hips high, setting my feet on his broad chest. He began slapping me, really hard. I began to yowl. “Owwww!”

“Ay, no me puedo contener!” (I cannot contain myself!) Still on his knees, he let my body down and charged into me, his hands in a vise-like grip on my shoulders.

“Cariño! You are so wild!”

“Si, I am very hot, muy caliente — because today I eat lotta watermelon.”

“Watermelon? What does that do?”

“Is like Viagra! For men, for me! Yes!”

What! Well, that was a new one! My eyes grew wide. So now, as if he was not impulsive and sex-charged enough, I need to worry about him eating watermelon?! He thrusted so forcefully, making loud thuds slamming into me. I pleaded,

“Omg, you’re going to break my body! Por favor — no rompa mi cuerpo!”

He nodded. “Come, we go upstairs!” We did. He pushed me onto the bed, flung my legs wide and just ploughed into me again. He bit my shoulders, kissed me, licked me lavishly, over my face, my throat, my tits. All sticky with watermelon juice, I just moaned, struggling with his fierce urgency. He’s a runaway travesti porno train when he’s so wild, and though it does scare me a bit, and makes me tremble deep inside, it thrills me. I love being rolled in the churning force of his passion as if I were caught in the turbulence of an ocean wave. Flipping my right leg over his shoulder, he balanced himself on one knee, jamming his cock into me that way. I looked at him, drinking in his beauty, his fine body, his face full of intense desire. In a voice raspy with heat, he demanded, “Bay-Bay, me amas? Dilo!” (dee-low = say it)

I panted, “Yes! I love you!” A soft groan, and he came. We both relaxed, legs entwined, eyes shut. Perhaps twenty minutes passed and I stirred, as he put one arm across my belly, his fingers playing with me, moving onto and into all my special places, nipples, pussy, bellybutton… pinching, flicking, just being lovingly silly. But it made my heat rise… He lay with his head on a pillow, his other arm behind his neck, eyes closed, lips in a gentle smile. He knew just what was happening to me.

Oh! I felt something against my side — yes, his cock all stiff – he wasn’t done! He lunged onto me again, covering xhamster porno my entire body. He is so solid, so well made, it’s like fucking a skin-covered statue! His thighs at my cheeks, he dipped his cock into my mouth. I clasped both my hands around the shaft, sucking, loving every moment. I still tasted watermelon – on his lips, all over his body, his cock was a popsicle of flavored fruit… Impossible man, but so delightfully outrageously sweet!

Then flipping me over, he shoved pillows under my tummy, raising my ass up. On his knees, he went straight into my anus with that glorious cock of his. I began howling, short gasps, lost in passion, pain and pleasure, as he moved deep and quickly. He couldn’t see my face, but my teeth were clenched, my eyes squeezed shut. He reached underneath to my pussy, fingers slipping and sliding, thumb rolling around on my clitoris — ohh, I was coming now! My whole body jerked forward; I screamed, as he kept pumping fast, faster… then came once more and released me. I turned over, lifting my mouth for a kiss, and he parted his lips, giving me a long, dreamy one, melting my mind again. We listened to those yearningly sweet Spanish love-songs on his phone and I got very calm, relaxed…

Nuzzling me, he brushed my hair back and pulled a few tiny watermelon seeds from the strands. He chuckled, then went downstairs, totally nude. He got more beer, returned for yet more kisses, and then he had to leave. I lay dizzy, spent, dreaming of him. And watermelon.

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Thunder rolled like a line of marching soldiers’ boots stomping on dry, hard earth, punctuated by brilliant blue-white flashes of lightning that arced across the sky in all directions. The thunder storm and torrents of rain pouring from the sky were the result of a dying tropical storm swinging west along the Florida peninsula, the hot, moist air being churned before the low pressure front and spawning thunderstorms across the state. As the rain pounded down upon the roof and pattered on the slated roof of the enclosed patio, she whispered into his chest…

“They’re playing our song…”

He smiled. His memory was thrown back in time to the same moment as hers.

“It rained and thundered like this the first time we made love.”

The room they were in that first afternoon had been dark, thick blackout curtains blocking the haze of sunlight that fought for existence against the rolling lines of storm clouds. It was also cool and quiet, an almost perfect juxtaposition from that growing outside. They had kissed, touched, caressed slowly, savoring the sensation of each other’s bodies and how they reacted. As clothing fell to the floor, he lay her back upon the cool mattress, one knee straddling each side of her leg, one knee pressing up against the join between her thighs, jeans button undone, shirtless, grinding his body against hers as they kissed.

All things shrank down to the level of his lips, the feel of hers against his, her tongue moving against his own. All things shrank down to the level of his chest brushing against her breasts and erect nipples as their bodies moved against each other. All things shrank down to the feel of his knees pressing against her naked sex, the heat radiating from her core tecavüz porno through his clothing. Outside this world of sensation, the winds outside picked up and clouds boiled across the sky, dark grey, angry purple, almost black. A few brave rain drops exploded against the curtained window with heavy voluptuous force.

He had kissed his way down her body, pausing to suckle her nipples, to bite the tender flesh of her breasts, to tickle her belly button with his tongue. Lower, slower, until her thighs parted wide and hey body blossomed open before him, hot, wet, enflamed, pulsing. The first stroke of his along the length of her slit caused her back to arch, hips thrust forward, throwing herself to the whims of his oral ministrations. He moved his tongue slowly, up and down from her opening to the top of her slit, then flicking fast across the hard nub of her clitoris, then engulfing her engorged citrus and labia within his full lips, suckling on her with consistent pulses.

She had been imagining this momebt for some time, her mind playing over again their talks, teases, word play, kissing, cuddling, and petting that had come on occasions before. Now, though, she was bared before him, offered fully and willingly, for the consumation of what all before had built. Her first orgasm, when it hit, left her breathless, head tossed back into the pillows. She made little sound but her body betrayed the level of her excitement and pleasure as her skin flushed, her nipples throbbed, and her sex flooded with juices of her excitement. He continued his licking, not allowing her to come completely down from her orgasm before driving her up towards the next peak. She continued to writhe across the sheets travesti porno as wave after wave of spasms rippled through her, sweat beading up on her skin, moisture oozing from her body in increasing quantities as each orgasm flooded the secretions of the one before.

When he stopped his oral assault on her, he had kissed his way back up her body, licking, nipping, biting her tenderest of places. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers where they kissed, tongues moving with force, tasting herself on his tongue and lips.

She was breathless, panting into each kiss, arms sliding down his body to his jeans, pushing them down, across his hips. Her hand slipped inside his pants and grasped his throbbing erection, sighing in delight at the feel of it hot and hard in her hand. She stroked him with one hand as the other worked with his to push his pants and underwear down further, to bare him to her. A broken kiss, shared body movements, and his body pressed naked against hers.

Her legs spread wide, drawing up so that her calves slip along the outside of his legs, over his thighs, arching her pelvis and making herself accessible to him. She held him in her hand as he pressed forward, slipping between her slick labia and sliding completely to his root within her. Both of them groaned at the feel of their merging. Outside, the first peal of thunder crashed as the storm broke full above them.

They moved against one another, her hips thrusting up to meet his as he drew back and sank into her. The rhythm began slowly but increased with her breathing and flush of her skin. As with his mouth and tongue, his cock gently coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her body. Her xhamster porno excitement made his cock slick, dripped down his balls and between her cheeks, wetting the bed below. It seemed that with each orgasm she had, a heavier crash of thunder shook the windows and echoed across through the world outside.

Their lovemaking continued through the height of the storm, varying in intensity, but matching the turbulence of the storm raging about them. She became lost in sensation, lost in him, as his body did things to hers that she had dared never imagine before. She came, and came, and came without shame, fear, self-consciousness, or reservation. Each new climax set free a part of her mind, each climax sinking her deeper into the flood of chemicals being produced by her body.

As the storm reached its peak, thunder rolling almost constantly, their bodies yielded together as they came together, his cock buried deep within her, filled her with jet after jet of hot semen. Her nails raked across his back as she felt each splash within her and her body convulsed uncontrollably in her final orgasm.

They had lain each other, sealed with sweat and the fluids of their sex, both struggling to catch a breath. He looked at her with adoring eyes and grinned like a happy fool, leaning down to kiss her again and again.

“Listen,” he whispered after breaking the kiss. “They are playing our song.” As on queue, a heavy blast of thunder shook the sky as the storms fury washed past them.

She smiled up at him, “Our song…”

Out of his memory, he slipped back into the present moment, away from the memory of their first love making, his girl lying naked against him. They kissed before he whispered to her, “It would be a shame if we didn’t dance to our song…” He moved so that his body was held above hers, her eyes gazing at him rapturously, kissing her against, before pressing forward and sinking into her warm wetness.

Outside, thunder crashed as the storm played the tune for their love making…

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A Night with her Lover

The four of them were at breakfast when Irene appeared, ostensibly coming from home. The unusually large resort style shower had allowed her to shower with Ryan, and then he’d gone ahead and gone to breakfast while she finished getting her hair and makeup done. Opening her suitcase, she’d reached in to get her normal work underwear when she felt Ryan’s hand on her bottom. Standing and looking back, he was holding her sexy see-through panties and bra from the night before. “Wear these for me,” he said holding them out for her to take.

She took them from him, looking at the bra in particular. “It doesn’t hold me very much,” she said.

“I know, you’re so hot that way.” His hand raised to her bare breast, his fingers caressing her nipple, but she pushed it away with a giggle.

“Go! Or we’re going to get distracted.”

“Uh, huh,” he grinned evilly at her. He reached again for her body, but she pushed him away. Slipping on the panties, she then positioned her breasts and clipped the bra. In essence, she was still totally nude visually, however she now had a bra and panties on.

~

“Hey Irene!” the girls greeted her when she joined them for breakfast about 10 minutes later. “Nice to sleep in your own bed for once?”

“Good Morning Ladies. Good morning Ryan,” she said, hoping against all hope that the others didn’t realize she’d just come from her lover’s room. “Yeah, always nice to get clean clothes. Did you all get set up to have laundry done? We can turn it in at the desk and it will be all ready this evening when we get back.”

“Already done,” Tina answered, although the others acknowledged they hadn’t as yet.

“Missed you in the gym this morning Ryan,” Tina casually said a few minutes later when the conversation had lagged. When she looked up, Irene found Tina looking at her. Immediately Irene’s heart jumped into her throat, but she reached over and picked up her glass of juice, taking a swallow, before she looked over at Ryan.

“Yeah, slept in a little. I think I had too much sun yesterday.” When Irene glanced around, Sherry and Lori weren’t even paying attention, but Tina was still looking right through her. Feeling guilty, feeling that Tina had figured it out, she just looked at her plate and picked up her croissant, and when she looked back, Tina had looked away.

“Irene, are you staying with us all week, or going to go home every night?”

This question she’d expected to come up sooner or later, so had prepared an answer. “Oh, I’ll go home. It’s close, and if we’re heading to the States next weekend, it gives me a chance to see my family.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea. I’ll miss my roomie though.”

~

Being that they were working from Irene’s home office, the beginning of the morning was introductions and explanations to everyone about what would soon be coming around. When Ryan and Sherry and Lori headed out almost immediately after coffee break, Irene found herself virtually alone with Tina.

“Say, Irene – if you’re going to be staying with Ryan, mind if I borrow your friend?”

Irene turned, and immediately knew that Tina at least suspected something. “What?” She said ineffectually trying to redirect the answer.

“You don’t have to pretend. I don’t think that Lori or Sherry know, but you’re not fooling me. Did you get any sleep last night at all?”

“What do you mean? Why do you say that?”

“Oh, come on, Irene. You’ve been yawning all morning long and Ryan has too. He missed working out this morning, and he didn’t even miss that over the weekend. He’s an early riser and was late to breakfast. You didn’t fool me coming in a little later, you came in through the wrong door. If you’d been coming from the street, you’d have been on the other side of the room. You were in his room, weren’t you?” Irene just nodded, after all, everything Tina had said was true.

“Did you even go home at all?”

“Yes, I did have to get all clean clothes.”

“What did Oscar say?”

She debated how to answer, just exactly what had Oscar said? He’d gotten excited when she’d told about being aroused by Ryan, he’d gotten really excited when she told him that he’d fingered her and gotten her off, and that she’d felt Ryan’s hard cock in the ocean. He’d basically told her she should have done Ryan last week and had sent her off – wearing her sexiest lingerie – for Ryan.

She stumbled in the telling to start with but ended up telling Tina everything that had happened. Going home and jumping Oscar but having to finger herself to orgasm. Oscar seeing her monster dildo; asking him to fuck her with it and having the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had with Oscar, even if it was from a toy. And then Oscar telling her to go; she even told about Oscar having her put on her sexiest bra and panties that he had bought for her, years before.

Tina seemed totally unsurprised by any of it, not even commenting on her admission of what had happened, instead gaziantep escort following through on the logistics. “I think we need to say you’re staying with me this week, whether you’re in his bed or not. It’s going to be hard to have you around in the evenings and mornings if supposedly you’re going home.” She stopped and just looked at Irene for a moment. “Well? Are you going to tell me? Is it as big as we all expected? How was it?”

Irene hadn’t realized how much she wanted to talk about it with someone, “it” being Ryan’s cock, and its size, and what it had done to her. She’d thought about trying to get away for lunch to visit her friend Maria, but with the 5 of them supposedly becoming a “team”, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, and suddenly she found herself spewing to Tina. “Oh My God, Tina, you’ve got no idea. Do you know that since we arrived yesterday afternoon,” she suddenly realized how loud she was talking and glancing around, lowered her voice, “I’ve had seven orgasms?”

“Wow,” Tina responded her eyes raising in response, “and you’re still walking?”

She giggled, “and still wanting more.”

“He fucked you 7 times?”

“No, not quite. I did Oscar when I got home but had to finger myself to cum, and then Oscar did me with my toy. That was my first good O but the second of the night, but Ryan was absolutely amazing. He was asleep in bed when I got there but woke as I was getting undressed.” Irene paused, wondering how much she wanted to kiss and tell, and realized she’d already told almost everything. “Do you know that was the first time I’ve ever cum from a cock? Oscar has never been able to get me off and I’ve never done it with anyone else until today. And the thing about Ryan is that he got me off every time he put his cock in me.”

“Five times in one night?”

“Only 4,” Irene giggled, suddenly feeling a bit shy, “the last time, after the alarm went off and he was supposed to go work out with you, he couldn’t get it up again – so I did him with my mouth.”

“Oh, so you lied?” Tina said, obviously teasing.

“Huh? How?” Irene said, not understanding the tease.

“You said he got you off, every time he put his cock in you, but you meant only in your pussy.”

“No, I meant every time. He’s got a tongue that’s almost as amazing as his cock.”

“It sounds like it was a pretty amazing night.”

“Oh my god, Tina,” Irene said, turning and grabbing Tina’s arm, “I almost can’t explain it. I’ve been married to Oscar for almost 18 years, and I’ve never had an orgasm from having sex, from his cock, only if he’s fingered me. Last night, I was so horny, I wanted it bad – and I thought he’d like it and it would be good, but he just didn’t do anything for me. I was ready for it, but nothing happened. He came, and I had to finger myself to cum. And then when he saw my friend, it was like something snapped inside me. I told him I wanted him to get me off with my friend and he did. Tina, I’ve never asked my husband to get me off before, not in seventeen years, but he did – and he liked it! And then when I started telling him about Ryan, he was more excited about the possibility of me having sex with Ryan than he was about me having sex with him… And then he told me that I should go to Ryan…”

“At least he’s not jealous.”

“No, he’s definitely not jealous. He helped me pack my bag with clean clothes, including some different night clothes, and when I thought I was ready to leave he told me I’d forgotten something. He gave me some sheer panties and a bra for our anniversary a few years ago, and I’ve worn them for him maybe once, but he knew exactly where they were. He got them out and told me I should wear them for Ryan, so I did. I put them on with Oscar watching, and Oh My God, Tina, my husband watching me dress sexy for someone else…”

Tina didn’t say anything for a moment, but when Irene didn’t continue, she gently probed. “So, you went to Ryan?”

“Yeah, it was probably 3 am by the time I got there. He’d put the extra key back in the envelope, later he told me he’d done it for me, so I just let myself into his room. When he woke, he turned on the light, and he was naked. My God Irene, his cock before he got erect was bigger than Oscar. And he just kept getting bigger! I wasn’t even touching him, he was just looking at me and he got bigger and harder…” she paused for a moment.

“So, he really was big?”

“Oh My God yes, maybe 17… 18 cm’s!”

“I knew he was big, just like my husband. My husband is a little over 15 cm’s and he’s bigger than most.” Irene stopped and looked at her puzzled, and then remembered.

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’ve had more than one.”

“Yes,” Tina nodded, “I’ve been with 12 men over the years, but my husband is the biggest.”

“It wasn’t just that he was long though. He was bigger around than my friend!”

“Really?”

“I’ll guarantee it. I’ve played with my friend for several years now, and I know what he feels like in my hand… and inside… and Ryan was bigger.”

Tina giggled, “and he knew how to please you?”

Irene just looked at Tina without smiling for a moment. “Tina, I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never craved sex with Oscar like this, but each time he made me cum, I wanted to do it again. I’ve been thinking of him all morning.”

~

“I’m glad you decided to stay with us,” Sherry said to Irene that evening after dinner.

“Yeah, it didn’t seem right with all of you staying together and me going home. I just needed to go home and see my girls.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Tell the truth, you just needed to go home and get laid!” Lori laughed.

“Lori!” Sherry laughed.

“Well?” she giggled back, looking at Irene. “That’s why my flight goes back through Atlanta next weekend and I’m laying over for a day. Why do you think they call it a “lay-over” anyway? Go ahead, Irene, deny that you didn’t get laid last night.”

Blushing, Irene glanced at Ryan.

“See?” she continued, “You can’t deny it, can you!”

“And with that, Ladies,” Ryan said, “I think I’m off to bed.” Standing, he finished his glass of wine, setting the empty glass back onto the table. “See you all later.”

“I don’t think I’m far behind you,” Tina said, nursing her glass of wine.

“Me either,” Irene added.

Sherry watched Ryan walk away, without looking back, before looking over to Irene. “Did something happen between you?”

“Between who?” Irene answered, feeling her heart race at the question. She tried not to show any panic, but so far only Tina knew the truth. She’d tried very hard during the evening to not show that there was anything different, but somehow Sherry noticed something.

“You and Ryan. You two have been on fire for a week and suddenly tonight you’re pretending it’s not so?” She just looked at Irene for a minute, and then said, “That’s it, isn’t it! You went home and got laid last night.” She laughed outright. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Eh – it’s none of your business, leave her alone,” Tina chimed in, but Sherry continued anyway.

“So? It shows all over her. Go ahead, admit it Irene. I would have done it if I could have gone home to my husband. You had sex last night, didn’t you?”

“Why does it matter?” Lori added, “jealous?”

“Hell yes I’m jealous,” Sherry laughed. “I haven’t gone a week without sex since I was a teenager.”

“Enough already!” Irene said, realizing that Sherry wasn’t going to give it up. “Yes. I went home and saw my husband and girls and had sex last night.” That she’d had maintenance sex with Oscar and hot passionate no-holds-barred sex with Ryan later, that had extended into doing it again that morning, she made no hint at.

“Good for you!” Sherry continued, “I would have if I could have.”

“All right. Time for this girl to go to bed,” Tina said, pushing back and standing up.

“I think me too,” Irene said, trying to let the queries of her sex life die naturally. “See you girls in the morning?”

“I think we’re coming too,” Lori said, standing up, immediately followed by Sherry doing the same. Suddenly instead of stepping out with Tina where she could discretely separate and go to Ryan’s room, all four of them were headed for the stairs. Tina, well aware that Irene wasn’t planning on staying, just led the way. They bid good night to the other two at her door, and Irene followed her inside. Tina immediately stepped over to the desk and picked up the second door card. “Here, you better keep this, just in case you need to get into “our” room.”

Irene chatted for a minute or so with Tina, just to make sure that Lori and Sherry had gotten into their room and weren’t likely to come back out, before stepping out into the hall. She walked past Lori and Sherry’s room as quietly as she could, her heart pounding, and headed downstairs. She could hear the shower running when she opened the door, Ryan nowhere to be seen. Locking the door behind her, she quickly stripping off her clothes and stepped into the bath. “Is there room for two?” she queried as she opened the shower door. Ryan just smiled, his cock already semi-erect and reached for her hand.

There lovemaking wasn’t quite as frantic as it had been the night before; they both took their time stimulating the other before Ryan, with lust in his eyes, picked up and manhandled Irene, flipping her onto her back. Standing on the floor, he slid her to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Irene reached down and guided his cock into place, a position she’d never even thought of performing with her husband. Once again Ryan fucked her to orgasm before he too completed inside her where she felt the spurt of wet heat as he came. Panting, he stood with his arms wrapped around her legs to hold her in place after he came, his slowly shrinking cock still buried inside. When his cock slipped from her, she moved her legs off his shoulders, and he collapsed forward on top of her.

Lying on top of her, his total weight pinned her to the bed for several minutes before he rose onto his elbows, supporting himself and taking his weight from her. Looking down at her body he leaned in to suckle a nipple once again. “My god you so turn me on,” he said, shifting his head to her other nipple. She felt his cock against her belly, his hips slowly pivoting up and down as he rubbed himself against her. She could feel him already stiffening up, his perfectly positioned and increasing hardness caressing against her pussy, the subtle pressure of his cock against her clit muted just by the covering of her own skin. Mere minutes after they’d both cum, his hardness had increased to where when he slipped down, he naturally found her softness again, still wet with his own cum and her arousal. Once he buried his cock to the hilt inside her, he put his hand on her back and rolled them over, so she was on top. “Your turn,” he said with a smile, his hands rising to cup and fondle her breasts.

Twisting, pivoting, she worked him as deeply inside her as she could, until her pubic bone and clit were rubbing against him. His fingers on her breasts completed her increasing arousal until once again she came with his cock inside her. She couldn’t say it was all from fucking this time, what with his hands pinching and caressing her nipples, but once again it was without direct clitoral stimulation. From never having had an orgasm from fucking, she’d now had 5 in less than 24 hours, and before they left the following morning, they’d both had two more.

~

“Did you go home last night?” Sherry asked, when she arrived at breakfast the following morning. Since supposedly they’d gone to breakfast from different floors, it seemed to her it would possibly cause some interest if she and Ryan arrived at the same time, so she’d purposely left a few minutes before he did.

“No, why?” She responded, feeling the heat in her face as she answered, knowing that perhaps the question was related to where she’d spent the night, and what her activities had been. That she’d fallen asleep in Ryan’s arms, that he’d awoken and made love to her twice this morning, was what caused the most embarrassment. She tried to keep her face calm and impassive but had no idea whether it came across or not.

“Because you had sex last night,” she said, her eyes scanning up and down her body. Irene felt her nipples clinch at the accusation. Whether her face betrayed her guilt or not, her nipples did. She didn’t say anything, knowing that her voice would do nothing but confirm the accusation even more. “You did! Didn’t you!”

“I’m going to get some breakfast,” she said turning and heading for the continental buffet, neither confirming nor denying what Sherry had asked, knowing that despite her not saying it, Sherry knew. Lori and Ryan had both arrived when she returned with a plate, Tina arriving moments later. When Ryan and Lori almost immediately headed for the buffet she turned to Tina.

“You’re covering for her?” she asked Tina, “pretending she’s staying with you?”

“What are you talking about?” Tina responded, giving the most serious of innocent looks, but not fooling Sherry in the least.

“Don’t give me that. I’ll guarantee that if we go up to your room right now, there isn’t but just your bag there. The electricity wasn’t showing yesterday because our two love birds are trying to hide that they haven’t been sleeping alone. Does Lori know?”

Tina didn’t have to say anything because Irene, just returned from the buffet, did. “No.”

“Ok. I won’t tell her.”

It didn’t matter, by the end of the day, Lori had figured it out also. Having Lori also know made it easier. In knowing, none of the other ladies thought anything of the sparks that had been flying between the two of them seemingly having disappeared and now reappearing, they didn’t have to hide what was happening, at least from these three co-workers. And, that they headed off to their rooms together in the evening, and reappeared together in the mornings, was expected.

Being in her hometown, and needing to take care of her co-workers, reduced the amount of time that she and Ryan could have had together in the evenings. As it was, they still tried to discretely remove themselves every evening before the other three were ready to head to bed. Still, they had time, and made love at least once every evening, although after not awakening early enough on Wednesday they didn’t manage to have sex before work every day.

~

Irene was lying on her back, totally nude, under the admiring gaze of Ryan who was propped up on one elbow. His cock which had so recently plundered her once again, lay half-erect on his thigh. “Don’t you ever get soft?” Irene asked, her eyes on the tool that had given her so much pleasure over the last few days.

“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, reaching down and squeezing his penis, showing her that it had no firmness at all.

“I mean… Is that as small as it gets?” In her mind she compared, and Ryan limp was as large or larger than Oscar erect.

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It had been a boring start to the summer. I was horny as hell and looking for some new fun. I had ditched my college boyfriend and his loud, obnoxious friends in the spring and I was missing his big cock for sure.

I had seen this good-looking older guy in my neighborhood and decided to see if he was as interesting up close as he was from my car. He was always alone, and looked like a handsome, fit and sexy man!

I put on a tight T-shirt that left my midriff bare, and a fairly short skirt that showed off my nice legs and butt. My boobs were a nice large B-cup; about the size of softballs as my ex liked to say. I brushed out my brunette hair and put it into a ponytail, and touched up the lashes around my hazel eyes so they looked nice and big.

It was a warm summer day, so I planned to walk by the house where I had seen him a few times.

The big vintage RV was the catalyst.

It was parked just a few feet off the sidewalk, a little rusty with a touch of green Northwest mold along the roof.

He had the hood open.

He looked to be about 50-something, and fit. At least six foot tall. short cropped salt and pepper hair, a slim, wiry build with a nice ass in tight khakis pants. I could see his forearms were tattooed and muscular.

“Is it for sale?” I asked.

“Maybe.” he said laughing, “You old enough to drive it?”

I walked over.

“I’m nineteen. I could handle it.”

“I bet you could. I’m Jon by the way.”

“Paige.”

We started talking about the large RV.

“My wife divorced me and left me this thing. I have the house too, but I end up out here a lot. I’ve been slowly restoring it. It’s my sanctuary. I can have a cigar, a beer, watch what I want, do what I want. You know.”

“Really, I don’t…” I said laughing.

“This would be great for you and your boyfriend. A little hide-away.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“A good looking girl like you? That’s surprising.”

“I’m just not into boys right now. A little too immature.”

“Your girlfriend then.”

“Not currently with anyone.” I said laughing.

“Hmmm, I’m sure there’s a lot of broken hearts out there over you.”

Laughing at this, I put my hand on his arm. Just a little touch, to let him know it was OK.

He glanced at my boobs when he thought I wasn’t looking. My tits were straining at the tight T-shirt I was wearing and my thin bra allowed the shape of my hard nipples to be seen easily.

“I’d love to see what it looks like inside.”

“I’ll give you a tour.”

He unlocked the door and I stepped up into the RV. The cabin was spacious and comfortable, and I paused at the top of the stairs.

He put his hand on my back gently and guided me past the drivers area.

“So, this is the ‘living room'”. He said.

“Comfy. What do you do here?”

“Relax, mostly.” Beer? ” He opened a small refrigerator and took out a can of Old Style.

“Thanks, but I’d better not. I still live at home.”

“I get it.” replacing the beer.

We moved down the length of the old RV. It was vintage, but very well-loved, clean and spacious.

Every now and then his hand would rest gently on my shoulder, my back and once, lightly on my hip.

“There’s a kitchen. Don’t do much here. Bathroom, all hooked up. Some bunks, a dining area. Here in the back is the master bedroom.” he said, sliding the door open to reveal the large bed.

“Ooo, big and comfy.” I said.

“Yep, plenty of room.”

I felt his hand on the small of my back, so I stood there, looking at the room, letting his hand rest on me.

He gaziantep escort was close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

His hand rubbed my back slightly, then moved away.

“That’s about the end of the tour”. He said. “All the comforts of home.”

“So what happens in the lounge?” I asked, as we walked forward to the ‘Living Room” again.

“Watch sports. Or movies. There’s the big screen – I watch war movies, history, some porn.”

“Porn?”

He laughed.

“Oh yeah – sure. I don’t have WIFI out here. DVD’s.”

I sensed he was feeling me out by trying to shock me.

“What kind of porn?” I asked.

“All kinds. Stuff you wouldn’t like.”

“You’d be surprised what I like.” I replied.

“Well, if you ever want to come over, kick back and watch some, let me know.”

“Here’s my number, you can text me before the next movie night.” I said.

I looked at his crotch when he wasn’t looking. Nice.

We flirted heavily via text over the next few days, and I found myself mastubating over the thought of him undressing me and having sex with him.

I got a text invitation for movie night at the RV. I made sure I was wearing some tight jeans and T-shirt. On the way over I stopped and removed my bra.

He was waiting by the RV.

“You look amazing.” He said, as he gave me a hug.

“Thanks.” I replied, holding the hug a little longer than normal, letting him feel my tits against his chest.

I took a seat on the well worn couch in front of the flat panel TV.

I opened a beer soon after I arrived and asked when the porn viewing would start.

He laughed and opened a cupboard to reveal a small library of DVDs.

“You pick.” I said, getting comfortable on the couch.

The first video was some pretty generic couples porn, beautiful people fucking each other.

“Nice.” I noted. “A little bland. Have any bondage?”

He laughed.

“I don’t have any bondage movies,” he said looking through the titles. “How about college girls with older men?”

“If it’s dirty.’ I said smiling.

“I like this one,” he said. “This is a good one.”

It was a man and a young woman – the girl was being fucked doggy style. Suddenly the guy pulled out of her pussy and pushed his dick into her ass. The man came, and when he withdrew his cock a stream of thick cum followed; running out of her butthole and down her pussy. Another scene began.

I glanced at him, he was focused on the screen. There was a bulge in his khakis.

“You ever done that?” He asked.

“No. But it’s kinda a fantasy for me…”

“Really? You think you’d like that, hmm?”

“I just want to try things, you know? I’ve had a dildo in my butt. It feels good.”

“Your boyfriend never tried?”

“Ummm…my boyfriend wanted to.”

“Did you let him fuck you?”

“Yeah. Just my pussy though.”

“Hmmmm. And you’re not fucking anyone now?”

“No. I’m done with guys my age,” I said, sipping my beer. “They won’t go down on you, they last about two minutes if they don’t cum in their pants first. I’m kinda into older guys.”

“I couldn’t tell.” he said, smiling.

We were sitting fairly close on the couch, almost touching.

“Watch this one,” he said and put his hand lightly on my thigh – never taking his eyes off the screen.

In the video an older man appeared on the screen with a young blond in tow. They were in a college dorm room, and he was moving her in. They began kissing and she pulled out his cock and began to suck him.

“He looks a little like you.” I observed.

I leaned back, putting my crotch with easy reach of his hand.

I rested my hand on his back.

His hand gently rubbed my thigh, hesitated, then slid over between my legs.

The hand rested between my legs for a moment, then began lightly rubbing my pussy.

I rubbed his back, content to let him play with me.

Seeing my reaction, he turned away from the TV and his hands nimbly undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them.

He pulled my pants open, and a callused hand slipped under my panties and found my pussy.

“Mmm, you’re wet…”

“That feels good.” I replied, putting my hand on the bulge in his pants.

I closed my eyes and felt him slip a finger into my slit, probing my pussy. I rubbed his cock through the fabric of his pants.

He rose and pulled my pants and cotton panties off.

I put my heels up on the couch as he knelt down between my thighs, placing his mouth on my pussy. I felt his tongue snake out and slip into my slit, probing there for a moment. His tongue began flicking my clit as a few long, rough fingers probed into my pussy.

He reached up and slipped one hand under my shirt and gently squeezed one of my softball sized tits.

He expertly sucked and licked my clit as I watched. Very quickly I was building towards a climax as he continued to lap at my clit and finger-fuck me. Suddenly I was shaking with wave after wave of an orgasm, bucking on the couch like electricity was shooting through me.

As I slowly came down, he continued gently flicking my clit with his tongue, sending small shock waves through my body.

While he was licking me, one of his hands went to his belt, and I heard him unzipping.

His cock was out, and his right hand began stroking his long slim penis.

“Let me.” I said and took his dick in my hand.

He moved to the couch and sat, eyes closed as my fingers closed around his cock.

I kneeled between his legs, pulling off his pants and boxers.

His cock was long and slim with a tapered tip – I slipped it into my mouth with my left hand holding his balls.

I ran my tongue along the shaft and put the slim tip in my mouth, then took the entire length in, until the head touched the back of my throat.

He groaned loudly as I began to bob my head on his long dick.

One of his hands gently held my head as he watched me suck him; I looked into his eyes as my mouth moved up and down the wet shaft of his cock.

“I need to fuck you.” he stated, never taking his eyes off my mouth on his cock.

I slid back on the couch, pulling my legs up and back, my pussy and ass open to the much older man.

He removed his shirt, revealing his thin, muscled body, his pecs and stomach covered with fine grey hair.

His cock was hard, long and slim and he took it in one hand and rubbed the head along my pussy lips. Looking me in the eyes he knelt and guided it into my pussy, slowly and steadily pushing it into me until his balls were tickling my ass cheeks.

My head went back and I gasped as he began stroking my cunt, his firm hands against my thighs, holding my legs back and opening my pussy to him.

He leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth, his cock deep inside me.

“God baby…you feel so fucking good.”

He and I both watched his slim hard cock sliding in and out of my shaved pussy, the only sound was our breathing and the wet sound of the two of us fucking.

He pulled his cock out of me and stood.

Picking up a tube of lubricant from the end table, he looked at me and began coating the shaft of his cock with it.

“I want your ass, baby. I want to be the first.”

“I want that too…” I replied, lifting my ass higher.

Moving forward to where I was waiting, he put the tapered tip of his slim cock lightly against my puckered hole.

He rubbed the head of his dick on my butthole, nosing it inside me, just a bit. His cock head was slowly sliding into my ass.

“Slow.” I said, looking up at his handsome face.

He pushed the head of his cock inside me.

I groaned and began rubbing my clit as I watched his skinny, veiny cock disappear into my ass.

“Oh God…that’s so good…” I managed to gasp.

The older man paused, and squirted some more lube on his dick.

I tried to relax, and continued rubbing my pussy.

“Ok, a little more.”

He complied, giving me another inch of that long, skinny dick.

“More…” I said softly, watching his tan, slim frame rippling with muscle.

He slid the length in, until his balls were against my ass cheeks, holding his cock deep inside me for a moment before sliding the length back out.

Slowly all but the tip of his cock slid out and I watched my asshole close around the head before he slowly slipped it back into my butt.

My hand rubbed my clit furiously as I watched the length of his meat slip into me again.

“Yes… fuck me.” I said.

Picking up the pace he placed both hands just behind my knees holding my legs up and stroked my butt with the full length of his long cock – his eyes were fixed on the sight of his member sliding in and out of my ass.

“Oh God, honey,” He said horsely, ” You’re so fucking good. So fucking tight.”

He reached up and pushed my shirt up, revealing my braless tits. He took one in his hand, squeezing the nipple and massaging it roughly.

His hand moved up to my neck and a large rough hand wrapped around it, squeezing gently, holding me down as he fucked me.

“I love fucking your tight little ass, baby.” he whispered to me as my fingers worked my clit over.

“Cum in my ass baby. Please.” I pleaded.

My mouth opened wide as I began orgasming again, my body spasming and convulsing as I came, my butt gripping his cock as I jerked.

He picked up the pace, and suddenly an orgasm wracked his body as he began to empty his balls into my butt. I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his cum inside me, his body convulsing again and again until the waves passed.

He leaned forward and kissed me, my legs still heels up, his long cock twitching inside me.

Finally, his cock slowly slid out of my butthole like a weary snake, shortly followed by a stream of cum.

He sat next to me and took me in his strong, tanned arms and held me as we both continued to shudder with aftershocks of our orgasms.

One of his large hands went back and forth between my tits, squeezing my nipples as he nuzzled my neck.

I spasmed with another small orgasm as he held me.

After a bit I pulled a WetOne from a container near the couch and gently cleaned his cock while he smiled dreamily at me.

We finished cleaning up and got dressed while a baseball game played.

“That was really good”. He said, after some silence. “It’s been a while. I like you. A lot. I’d like to get together again, honey.”

“I’d like that too. I can’t remember the last time I came this much.”

“You mentioned trying new things. What kind of things would you like to explore?” He asked.

“Ummm, some light bondage. Maybe a threesome.”

“With another guy, or a woman?”

“Either.” I said with a smile.

I knew at that moment that my summer was about to be a lot more interesting.

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sequel to “What’s my name?”

It was a whole week before we formally met Jennifer and her husband Dave. We were invited to a neighborhood beer and bar-b-q party. We met a number of neighbors, in addition to Dave and Jennifer, and had a great time. At one point Dave pulled me aside to thank us for spicing up his love life.

Evidently, Jennifer was pretty turned on by seeing Lynne and I fucking. When Lynne and I had stood to introduce us, Jennifer had run from the house saying, “she had to go and ‘fuck her husband, I mean go find my husband’.” Lynne and I had gotten a good laugh out of the situation and hoped that her husband got a good fuck. Turns out he did.

Even though Dave and Jen were about our age, they had already been married for about 4 years, no kids yet. We started socializing with them on a pretty regular basis primarily due to the fact that they had a pool and loved to cook and entertain. We found out early on that Dave and Jen were high school sweethearts and had never had sex with other people. This was something that Lynne and I could scarcely comprehend. Never the less, we all got on quite well. However, an early summer heat wave changed the dynamic between us.

Lynne has always been completely comfortable with her body, not to mention a bit of an exhibitionist. Jen was clearly more guarded (hell she was a borderline prude) and was very careful about exposing too much of her skin around other people. Yet as the summer heat increased, Lynne was able to talk Jen into sunbathing topless at the pool when Dave and I weren’t around.

Jen didn’t even tell Dave she was going topless until he mentioned that he liked her tanned boobs. He told me later that she got all embarrassed at first, but was now going topless for Dave when it was just the two of them at home. Dave was very grateful for that too.

The four of us were enjoying a Saturday afternoon when Lynne “accidentally” splashed some ice water on Jen’s back while she was sunbathing with her top untied. When she sprang up in shock, I saw her lightly tanned breasts and her puffy pink nipples. Being a guy, I popped some instant wood at the sight of her fine tits. Dave was inside and missed the show. Jen was embarrassed and she quickly covered her breasts with her top.

I reminded her that she had seen me completely naked with cum dripping down my chest. This was the first time since “the incident” that I had said anything about it to her. I was surprised to she her eyes get glassy and her objections die quietly. I seized the opportunity and pressed my case.

Dave was just walking into earshot when I said, “You know Jen, a little flash of your nipples is nothing compared to what you saw at our house. I think you really owe us much more of a look if truth be told.”

Dave was quick on the uptake. “He has a point Jen. You told me you saw them completely naked while they were fucking on the floor!”

“Dave!” Jen was blushing bright red, but her eyes told a different story. The memory of that afternoon must still really turn her on. She looked to Lynne for some kind of support. She didn’t get what she wanted.

“Did you tell Dave we were fucking Jen?” Lynne could be so non-menacingly direct. “Actually Dave, I was rubbing my pussy along Jeff’s cock. There wasn’t a lot of penetration involved, well not right then. But now that I think of it, Jen must have had been there long enough to have seen the penetration. I mean she was as close to me as you are now. We were so turned on by having had someone watching us that Jeff fucked me all night long.”

Lynne waved her hand in front of her face. “Jennifer, with all of your talk about sex, I’m getting really hot. Would you guys be offended if we took off our tops?”

Jen started to object but with Dave and I completely comfortable with the idea of the girls topless, she was out numbered. Lynne was topless almost before her words were out of her mouth. It took Jen about fifteen minutes to finally drop her top. She quickly positioned her long hair over her breasts, well – you have to start somewhere. Hoping to put her at ease, I asked Dave if he would show me their new stereo set up. When we came back out about 20 minutes later, the girls were frolicking in the pool. Dave and I dove in and joined them.

Amazingly enough it was Jen who suggested we play couples version of ‘king of the pool.’ But it was good old Lynne who suggested that the girls mount the shoulders of each other’s man. Jen probably figured I wouldn’t see her tits that way. Poor girl, she simply didn’t now how devious horny guys could be especially when her husband is in on the fix.

You see Dave had contacted me not too long after the incident to thank us for the best sex since their honeymoon. In fact, Dave and I had many conversations about sex, and women, and the effort to keep the two elements (sex and women) together. While he loved Jen with all his heart, he was concerned that their lack of sex partners was an impediment in their marriage. gaziantep escort As time went by, it was clear that Dave desperately wanted Jen to loosen up sexually with him. After talking with Lynne about the situation, we decided to help them out – so here were playing battle of the boobs in the backyard!

During the pool battle Dave and I kept bumping the girls together then falling over. It didn’t take long for Jen to drop her self-consciousness about being topless. I must admit to having copped a number of feels when she fell off a couple of times. When we all got out, she squeegeed her hair back and walked effortlessly around the pool with her breasts bare. Dave was quick to re-supply us all with cool drinks and soon we were all laughing. When I got a chance I gave Dave a surreptitious thumbs up.

Dave was feeling no pain and seemed to have a good case of Corona courage (a dozen beers will do that.) He reached over for a tube of sunscreen and squeezed it into his hand. He leaned toward his wife and applied some lotion to her nose. “Safety first…we can’t allow any of this soft skin to burn.” He then applied lotion to her cheeks, neck and shoulders. As Jen relaxed into the ministrations of her husband, I got up to use the bathroom. When I returned, Dave was rubbing lotion onto Jen’s breasts slowly and sexily. Her eyes were closed, and I was careful to make no sound. I found out later that Lynne had to do a little persuading to get Jen to relax and let Dave apply the lotion completely and properly.

Dave was rubbing Jen’s breasts to the point that her nipples were clearly erect. Dave kept rubbing her tits with one hand as the other began to apply lotion to her abdomen, hips and thighs. Lynne and I watched as Jen slowly let her legs spread apart in response to the gentle pressure of her husband’s hands. Her wet bikini bottom revealed a prominent camel-toe, and her breathing was deep and slow. I noticed that Dave brushed the crotch of her bikini as he moved from thigh to thigh and back again. Jen was clearly getting aroused.

“I hope you save some lotion for me. I don’t want to burn either.” Lynne said it so softly the first time she had to repeat it slightly louder for Dave and Jen to hear her.

Dave didn’t miss a beat. “Should I take care of our guest honey?” When Jen answered with a dreamy “of course” Dave turned to Lynne and started with her nose. He was applying lotion to Lynne’s shoulders when Jen realized that she wasn’t being touched. She turned her head and looked at Dave and Lynne first, then at me. I had my dark glasses on, and she could not see that my eyes were open just enough to see everything. I guess she thought I was asleep.

As Dave’s lotion covered hand descended to my Lynne’s breast, Jen sat up. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

“What you told me too.” Dave whispered back. Lynne ‘ssshhed’ them both and told Jen to let Dave finish his work. Jen watched transfixed as her husband languidly worked the lotion into my Lynne’s soft beasts. Every so often Jen would look in my direction, but I remained motionless.

When Dave began to lotion Lynne’s thighs I heard her tell Jen ‘make sure he gets all the exposed skin otherwise I’ll get a bad sunburn.’ Damn if Jen didn’t point out places Dave had missed until his hand was pressing against Lynne’s fabric covered pussy. Lynne sealed the deal as simple as could be.

“I hate tan lines. Jen do you mind?” Jen shook her head no without having the slightest idea what Lynne was really asking, I knew though. To the sound of Dave and Jen’s collective inhalation, Lynne hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and whisked them down to her ankles and off before they could react.

She seductively wiped her palm across Dave’s as she held his hand inches above her bared cunt. “I better apply this. Why don’t you do Jen?”

Dave turned to his wife, gently pushed her back in to the chaise, took hold of her bottoms and pulled. Jen lifted her hips and seemed absolutely stunned to find herself completely naked with another couple present. Her pussy was covered in soft wisps of sparse blonde hair. Her cunt lips were clearly visible and appeared to be quite swollen. The light breeze carried her scent to me. Damn.

Dave rubbed his wife’s newly exposed skin. Soon his index finger was pushing down between her swollen lips. To my and no doubt Dave’s collective amazement, she wasn’t stopping him. Dave was clearly and uncomfortably erect but didn’t dare stop to adjust himself for fear of breaking the spell.

Dave was unaware of the movement behind him until out of the corner of his eye he saw Lynne straddle the chaise I appeared to be asleep on. “You guys are way over dressed.” Dave watched as Lynne unsnapped my trunks and slowly pulled them off. My erection popped up and swung lazily as Lynne worked the trunks down my legs. When Dave looked at his wife he found her eyes locked on my erection.

Dave now turned his head to look at Lynne and me. He was eyeball to …well, he was looking right at Lynne’s bare cunt. It was less than two feet from him. For the first time in his life Dave was looking at another woman’s “live and in the flesh” cunt. Damn. Things were getting very interesting, and I had no idea where it might all lead. Oh, I had my fantasies, but what were the others thinking?

Jen seemed clearly confused as she looked at my cock, Lynne’s cunt and made half-hearted attempts to push Dave’s hand away from her. Dave seemed confused also except that his eye’s were riveted on Lynne’s cunt and he seemed to be leaning closer and closer to it.

I watched as the expression on Jen’s face turned from confusion to curiosity. When I saw Jen lick her lips as she stared directly at my wife’s cunt I finally whispered to my honey. “Back up Lynne, Jen needs you.” Lynne slowly backed away from me until she was standing next to the chaise that Jen was on. Dave slowly removed his finger from Jen and paused, I was curious about what would happen next. I heard Lynne’s voice, “Jen would you mind if I showed Dave how every woman really wants to be touched.”

Dave appeared mesmerized as he watched Lynne lean in closer and closer to his wife’s cunt. He watched as Lynne’s finger barely touched Jen’s outer lips. A long sigh of enjoyment flowed from Jen’s mouth. Jen’s scent filled the air around us.

Lynne turned to Dave. “Does she taste as good as she smells?”

Dave shook his head, “I don’t know… I mean, I’ve never really…she doesn’t like …”

Lynne slowly pushed her finger into Jen who obligingly arched her hips for deeper penetration. Lynne waved her wet finger under Dave’s nose and then stuck it in her mouth. She removed it with a ceremonial smacking of her lips.

“Smells good…tastes better. Dave you don’t know what you’re missing and Jen has no idea what you’ve been denying her. “

“I don’t deny Jen anything…I’d do anything…”

“Well you’ve denied her this!” Lynne lowered her mouth to Jen’s cunt and began to lick. The effect was instantaneous as Jen spread her knees wide and cried out, “Yes! Oh yes! Oh!”

I don’t think it took more than a minute for Jen to be thrashing about in orgasm. Dave just looked on in utter amazement. I looked on with undisguised lust and a ferocious hard-on. I knew what I wanted to do and who I wanted to do it with but I’d known Lynne long enough to let a woman lead in these kinds of situation. I was horny all right, but that didn’t mean I was stupid.

Dave looked a little chagrined, maybe even a little embarrassed. He was clearly aroused judging by the tent in his trunks. Lynne placed her hand on his knee and rubbed slowly up and down his thigh, he finger tips easing just under the open leg of his swimsuit.

“Dave do you think that Jen would like to feel like that every time you two are together?”

Dave didn’t even have time to answer before Jen utter a very contented, “YES!”

“Yes, I do…it’s just that I’ve never…”

“I know, I know. No one ever taught you and Jen didn’t know how to ask.” Lynne’s hand was halfway up the leg of Dave’s swimsuit. “Jen, would you like me to teach your husband how to eat pussy?”

“Yeah.” Jen slowly sat up. I quickly got off the chaise I was on and made room for Lynne. I stood next to Jen. Like I said, I’m not stupid.

The first thing Lynne did was getting Dave out of his trunks. Holy Cow the guy was hung! Lynne lay back on the chaise and spread her legs, she gave Dave a quick tour of her cunt. First she touched herself with her finger, and then she had Dave touch her with his. She kept telling him ‘softer, slower’ until she was satisfied with his efforts.

“Now do that exact same thing with your tongue.” Lynne placed her hands on each side of Dave’s head and pulled his mouth to her cunt. Her deep sigh said it all.

Jen was watching intently. OK, we both were watching intently as Dave slowly and evidently correctly, licked Lynne. I couldn’t help myself and I slowly began to stroke my erection. I saw Jen turn and look at me, she had a funny look on her face.

I let go of my cock. “I’m sorry. It’s just…” Stupid began to creep into my brain and leak out my mouth. “I…I could use a hand.” I turned so that my back was to Lynne and Dave. Jen’s hand rose slowly and wrapped softly around my shaft. She began to move it very slowly back and forth…too slowly. For me, slowly fans the flames of stupid.

Jen’s feather-like touch and slow stroking served only to increase my desire for her. Any thought of Lynne and Dave, what they were doing or what they might think about what we were doing was dissolving away from my mind.

I leaned slowly toward Jen. The flow of stupid was increasing and I wasn’t smart enough to stop it. “Open your mouth Jen. Open you mouth.” I reached out with my hand and gently pulled her head forward.

Jen’s full lips were slightly parted as the tip of my cock made contact. I watched as her mouth slowly accepted the head of my cock. The soft heat of her mouth was intoxicating and stupid took full control.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dave’s head moving vigorously between Lynne’s thighs. His hands were filled with her tits. For a rookie Dave seemed to be getting the hang of oral sex just fine.

It was at that very moment that I had a revelation of sorts. If Dave was a rookie at oral sex, then it was quite likely that Jen was too. That meant that it was quite likely that my cock was the first cock that she had ever had in her mouth. I based this on two things; one, her mouth was just around my cock, it wasn’t moving at all and two, Dave had clearly said, ‘we never.”

“We never…” Jen was a virgin cocksucker. I looked down into her innocent eyes. Eyes that looked back up at me, her expression questioning me as to whether she was doing this right or not. I smiled at her; she smiled back through a mouthful of cock.

When she smiled her tongue pushed up against the underside of my cock head, you know, that real sensitive spot. That extra stimulation and the fact that she had never stopped stroking my shaft did what they were intended to do. Seemingly out of nowhere, my orgasm swept up though me. My cock swelled dramatically and there was a brief instant where Jen and I knew exactly what was happening. We were both still surprised, her in particular, when my cock spurted into her mouth.

Well the first spurt was in her mouth.

The second splattered across her cheek and hair.

The third, fourth, and fifth spurts resulted in her first (I’m assuming here) pearl necklace.

The rest dribbled onto her hand and wrist.

The fog of stupidity slowly lifted. I was somewhat alarmed at the amount of my stupidity dripping down Jen’s chest. She was looking at it too. She was also still holding on to my semi-erect cock.

Behind me I could hear Lynne panting toward her orgasm and I quickly suggested to Jen a quick clean up dip into the pool. Jen nodded in agreement and we quickly made our way across the yard.

Once we were in the pool, if I was smart, I would have let Jen clean herself.

Unfortunately, the fog of stupidity didn’t creep back in on little cat’s paws. It came roaring back in and hit me upside my head. Stupidity wasn’t the only thing that came roaring back.

As soon as I had Jen out of view of Dave and Lynne, I kissed her. She resisted for a moment and then started to kiss me back. I pushed my erection into her stomach and ground against her, she ground right back. I had her pushed against the side of the pool as I slowly walked us into deeper water. As the water became too deep for her she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck for support. Her legs parted and I simply lifted her high enough to slide my cock between her thighs.

“What are you doing? No…we can’t…I’ve never been with another man…Jeff…Jeff don’t…ohhhhhhhhhhh.” Like I was saying – stupid.

Oh god she felt good. We just stayed there like that. Her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, out foreheads touching as we both looked down between us into the water. The still water of the pool could not disguise that fact that my cock was inside of her.

We just stayed that way, holding on to each other. I’d flexed my cock and she squeezed back with her cunt. I started to thrust once and she said, “no.” So I didn’t. We just stayed that way – me inside of her. I don’t think that I have ever just been inside a woman without thrusting. I kinda dug it.

That’s when I felt it. I could feel it build slowly within me. At first I didn’t believe it, it couldn’t be happening. I looked into Jen’s eyes and they seemed to reflect what I was feeling. I kissed her softly on her left cheek, her right, and then her lips. That’s when it happened.

“I love you.” The words just came out. It was like some kind of stupid emotional ejaculation. When I saw her reaction I wished I’d had some kind of verbal condom to contain my effusiveness. She pushed off of me and swam away.

She kept looking over her shoulder until she reached the steps.

I drifted over towards her – I kept plenty of water between us.

I didn’t say a word – I’d already said too much.

She just sat on the steps. Knees drawn up to her chest chin resting on her knees. She was just looking at me. She didn’t appear afraid, or mad, or whatever. She just seemed…I don’t know…

Curious – yeah, that was the way she was looking at me – cautiously curious.

I slowly let a smile play across my face.

She returned it – slowly.

Then her eyes smiled and I felt as if a great weight was taken off me. That’s when I knew everything would be alright between us.

“Oh here you are.” Taken by surprise, I turned to see Dave standing at the pool gate. It wasn’t his arrival that was the surprise, it was the tone of his voice. He clearly hadn’t expected to find us here. He wasn’t happy to find us here. There was something else in his voice too.

My first conclusion was that he thought that Jen and I had gone off somewhere to fuck.

I started to say something when I noticed it and I was dumbstruck.

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Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

That’s all I’ve been able to think about since my first date with Cath.

Not the word, not even just the concept. Far more viscerally than that. Vignettes of what we shared and what we might share. In full colour and surround sound. Erection inducing mental pictures of me thrusting vigorously while looking down at her glorious body, of me sucking her out until she cums in a massive hip throwing orgasm or just of me drooling over that sexy swollen and clearly aroused mons of hers, the tiny, flimsy, tautly drawn bikini pants I’m about to remove not quite able to cover the flawless flesh that arcs so artistically and sensuously off her mound before curving up to her thighs.

Cath has permeated my dreams and my every waking moment. It’s like an obsession. It is an obsession.

I’d never felt so randy, so in need of making love to a woman, as I had in the week after that date.

You can joke that sex is all that any man ever thinks of. But this takes it to a whole new level.

Just talking to her on the phone each night I got that feeling of my cock starting to swell with an inflow of blood. I spent the lunch we shared in the city on Tuesday with a three quarter mongrel in my pants the whole time; wondering, wishing if there was somewhere we could go to make out if only I had the courage to ask her.

Even in her work clothes, she was stunning. Just a plain, white professional blouse, unbuttoned as far as was possibly appropriate in a professional context; just that tiniest little hint of a cleavage display.

But beautifully tailored so that the shape of her breasts and the slim waist below it were almost sculptured into it; the dimple of a hardened nipple pushing out through both her blouse and the bra under it suggesting maybe I wasn’t the only one affected by our mutual presence.

And the black skirt she wore with it, sheathed against her body, letting me see every curve of her hips and wiggle of her cutest of butts and admire the gorgeous legs that emerged from under the hem that fell half way down her thighs.

I spent the lunch immersed in the physical and mental pleasure of her company; laughing, exchanging banter, sharing views, even teasing each other. And aroused. Heavily aroused.

And after lunch, even when I got the physical arousal back under control, I was on the high of being emotionally aroused for the rest of the day.

On Friday, when she came back to my place to get changed for the dance night and emerged in that little black sheath dance dress of hers, it took every ounce of self-control not to ask her if we could have sex there and then. It drove me wild with desire and aroused me on the spot; an arousal that stayed with me for the rest of the night until we got back to her place and we could finally surrender to our – well, at least my – desires.

That little black dress has much to answer for. The plunging neckline which let her perky braless breasts all but spill out of it, the split down both sides, showing a three inch gap with the front and back held together by nothing more than half a dozen thin straps that left you wondering what was supporting her panties or even whether she was wearing any at all, the micro mini length which highlighted the shapely legs that appeared from below it; legs that, in the words of an old school friend, ‘seemed to go all the way up to her arse’. And as, whether through a perception of cold on what was actually a warm night or – I have trouble believing it – because of her own arousal, her nipples pushed out the stretch material into a matching pair of volcanic cones, my desire and arousal almost felt like it would boil over on the spot into a premature ejaculation.

I’m in my early 30’s. It’s not meant to be like this anymore. That sort of uncontrolled reaction is for 18 year olds. I’m meant to have control over these things, not get aroused in public because of some unbelievably cute and sexy woman.

And what I really have trouble believing it that this gorgeous woman is seemingly attracted to me.

I mean, not only does she have a 12 out of 10 figure – she’s got to get extra points for some of her more sexualised features such as those lovely puffy areolas that rise in the shape of an eroded volcano cone to project her hardened nipples even further, that stunning swollen mound and, for a thinist like me (as I have been playfully accused by Kate as being because of my preference for thinner women), breasts and curves that are just slightly exaggerated for one so slender – but the most beautiful, engaging and warm face, doe like eyes, flawless skin and long, honey blonde hair that goes all the way down her back.

And that’s just the physical side of her. OMG, she’s smart, funny, empathetic, confident, playful and tolerant (of me, no less) to boot.

I’ve never got an erection dancing with a woman in public before (as opposed to a bit of naked foreplay dancing with Kate), but every minute I’m dancing with Cath it seems like I have a full boner; not helped in the slightest when she gets gaziantep escort in close, wraps her mound around it and proceeds to quietly rub herself up and down on it. It’s taken all my effort not to cum.

By the time we got home to Cath’s place on that second date night, my manhood was ready to burst. I knew I should have wanked at home the night before to clear my pent up frustration, but it seemed like such a second rate thing to have to do when all week I’d been dreaming of burying my manhood in Cath and making beautiful love to her.

But it was all too much. By the time I’d drooled and lusted over her body and those tiny black panties that had finally revealed themselves and I’d fingered and sucked her to multi-orgasms – the second of which had her throwing herself about like a mad woman – I knew, just knew, I wasn’t going to last long. I hadn’t even fully penetrated her before, like an inexperienced beginner, I went off. All that build-up meant it might have been a good one, a monster in fact, but the lost opportunity for some prolonged thrusting was devastating; at least until Cath made it clear she was willing to wait for me to recover for some more.

What followed was beautiful. Maybe the best sex I’d had until that date. A prolonged turn of pleasuring my shaft in her warm, wet snatch as I gazed down at the beautiful woman laid out under me. To cap it all, she climaxed just before I did. What a fantastic ending to the night.

And then, the following morning, when I woke early and she, half awake, rolled on top of me, penetrated me into her and promptly fell back asleep, leaving me inside her, enjoying her vagina’s warm embrace of my manhood while her sensuous body, enhanced by the gentle rise and fall of her breath, rested on top of me, like she’d left it for me to look after while she was away.

One hand was on her cute little butt while the other rested in the small of her back, while her long hair draped itself over my right shoulder and her firm breasts poked provocatively into my chest.

I was in heaven; at least until the shear erotic pleasure of it all caused my manhood to start to brew up, and I was eventually unable to resist the temptation to micro thrust it, or at least rock and screw it about to pleasure it. She suddenly moaned in her sleep in my ear and I felt the contractions of her orgasm pummel my already sensitive shaft. That did it. I erupted uncontrollably, filling her with whatever cum my balls had managed to fill up with after the previous night.

As guilty as I felt, like I had breached her trust by cumming in her, Cath was unperturbed.

Being so close to the beach and it being the middle of summer, much of our Saturday was planned as revolving around it. Cath didn’t make it any easier for me to stop thinking about sex with what she wore. It was the same bronze coloured mesh dress as the previous week. Under it she wore a bikini on a lovely burnt orange colour, one that very much suited her clear light olive skin.

It’s style was much the same as her others; what you might these days call the ‘influencer style’, by which I mean a stringy slide tri top where the triangles are so small that if you tie it down to the base of the breast, the nipples are exposed, so you have to tie it mid breast instead. Likewise, the bottom was much the same style as she wears under her dance dresses; very low waisted with a small, rectangular front that barely covers her mound and a back triangle that’s generously called Brazilian, but only because, as far as I can tell as a mere male, the concept of a Brazilian back has shrunk even further over the last few years.

And, unlike some influences, all of it in thin, taut material that disguises little to nothing of what’s underneath, rather than a more ruched texture. Cath is clearly not ashamed to display what’s she got and, except for the difficulty it presents me in keeping a boner out of my pants, she has every right to be like that.

My outfit for the morning was governed by the circumstances; namely the likelihood of having a boner in my pants most of the day.

Last week I’d made the mistake of just going to the beach with her in board shorts (boardies in Australia) commando; like I normally would. Big mistake. Big, big mistake. Made of light, fine, stretch, quick drying material, even a half mongrel stood out like a sore toe.

Loose fitting, without anything under them, your manhood sort of goes wherever it wants to. Flaccid, it tends to point off down one of the legs of your boardies; all very well until it starts to turn boner like. Suddenly it’s like someone stuck a truncheon up the leg of your pants. Either it gets caught in the material and pushed straight outward, or grows down your leg until it emerges from the bottom of the legs seam, or a bit of both. What it doesn’t do it tuck itself neatly and indiscreetly out of the way.

Fooling around in the water with Cath last week, it grew out the leg hem of my boardies; much to her amusement. She slid the hem of the pants up its length, exposing my erection (fortunately under the water) with the pants holding it down to project out horizontal. The as we pashed, she rubbed her crotch along it.

All very nice you might think until we decided to exit the water and I’ve got this unhidable projection. Sure, I could tuck it back in – sort of – but that might hide the naked flesh, it doesn’t make it any less obvious what’s in there.

And waiting in the water for it to go down is all but futile when Cath is standing on the shore doing everything she can to visually tease me.

So this week I’d brought the speedo like racing briefs I normally keep for doing laps in North Sydney Pool to wear underneath. Hopefully, I thought, that would keep any boner tight against my body where it will be less obvious under the boardies.

For what little frolicking in the water we did do, Cath seemed a bit disappointed by the more restricted access. But I was thankful for it when I exited the water.

The surf was a bit more boisterous this week. So the prolonged period we spent pashing out the back wasn’t really able to be duplicated. Instead we interspersed body surfing with lying out on the beach.

Although it bothered her not the slightest, it would be fair to say Cath’s bikini had some limitations for body surfing. The top rarely stayed on her breasts in the turbulence of the waves she caught and the end of every ride had her readjusting them back onto her exposed breasts as she stood up. On a beach where topless bathing is tolerated, that was more a matter of attitude than a problem; and Cath’s attitude was certainly chilled.

As for her pants getting nearly stripped down to her thighs every time she got caught by a dumper, well I suppose it happens and again Cath dealt with it like it was no big deal even if it stirred my loins no end.

Laying out on the beach was a different matter – for me. With Cath’s chilled nipples on high beam pushing up the material of her thin top and a camel toe running though her pants where they covered her mons bulge and down on through her crotch, those speedos I had on under my boardies preformed a critical function if I wasn’t going to have to spend all my time lying face down with a boner making a grove in the sand. Teased by what the bikini highlighted, I was starting to obsess about sex again and it was having a definite effect on certain parts of my body.

Despite our best intentions, we only got until after lunch before it all became too much. We were back lying on the beach in full public view when Cath bent over me and we started pashing. Normally that’s no big deal. I’ve pashed on the beach before and others do it all the time. Yea, I might have felt a little bit of a pleasurable blood flow into my cock as I’d done it with other women, but not generating anything to be concerned about. In a way, mortification about a public boner was usually enough to keep it settled, however gorgeous or amorous the woman was.

And yes, when I’ve seen younger guys start pashing with their girlfriends on the beach, I and everyone around them, has seen the guy growing and obvious and embarrassing boner; sometimes with them being to engrossed in their erotic interactions to care about it.

But this was Cath. At first I just enjoyed the interaction, kissing her passionately one arm embraced her back, playing with the lower string tie of her bikini top and the other wrapped itself into the small of her back and slipped itself just under the waistband of her bikini pants.

But any sense that I could control the situation soon evaporated. Caught off guard, with my manhood having settled projecting forwards inside my speedos as we walked back from the café, the erection she induced rose near vertically off my prone body, the speedos trapping it at that angle whereas the boardies alone might have let if flop down. Now I was no better than the inexperienced beginner, but of an age where I was mortified by my display.

All I could do was roll towards her, hiding my boner against her stomach…

“I think we might have to take this back to your place.”

With my almost unyielding boner pushed deeply into the flesh of her stomach, I knew she was only teasing when she replied…

“What, all you can think about is sex is it?”

Still, defensively, I wasn’t willing to admit all I really wanted to do was fuck her, but I had to whisper the response…

“We don’t have to have sex, but I’m a bit old to be displaying full wood on a public beach.”

“But if I get up, that’s exactly what you’ll be displaying.”

“You noticed. I’ll roll onto my stomach and try and readjust it to be less obvious so that the overhang of my t shirt will hide it until it settles.”

“What makes you think I’ll let it settle?”

“Optimism.”

“Completely unjustified I’m afraid. Would you like me to induce you to cum so that it sags back to normal?”

She started moving her stomach just enough to rub my erection up and down, as if displaying her intentions.

“Really? Is ‘sags’ the best you could come up with as a description of what happens? In any case I think that might be a bit obvious. We might be best sticking with plan A.”

“Spoil sport.”

Cath cooperatively slid sideways off me at a pace that let me roll over as she did so, she and I both ending up face downwards on our towels alongside each other. There was no subtle way of doing what I had to do next. I put my hand under my body and readjusted my erection to lay up against my stomach.

With the knowledge of a real prospect of more sex back at Cath’s place now on the table, I’d need to stay lying face down on the beach for half the afternoon for the thing to go back down. I rolled over and quickly sat up with my knees up to my stomach to hide what evidence of my arousal was still visible; reaching for my t shirt.

As I pulled the t shirt on, I pulled it down over the top of my boardies to hide the big bulge that the tip of my erection left there, then loitered, still sitting knees up as Cath stood up and pulled her mesh dress over her bikini and picked up her towel.

Cath nipples were pushing noticeably large cones of the orange material of her bikini top through the mesh. And from where I still sat on the ground, I had an upskirt view – although given it was a micro mini beach dress which only came down to her crotch, there wasn’t much ‘up’ in the upskirt view – of the camel toe through the front and gusset of her bikini pants. She was right. It wasn’t readily going to settle and Cath hadn’t even started on whatever tease was implied by her words.

By cowardly holding my towel nonchalantly draped over my arm in front of me, I got back to Cath’s place without being arrested or called out for some other breech of social norms, notwithstanding Cath’s best efforts to use her body’s sexual appeal to keep me hard and her playfulness to deprive me of my towel.

Almost appalled by my sexual desperation in her presence, as she opened the door and led the way into her unit, I tried to casually follow; as if we might share a cup of tea before one of us suggested we retire to the bedroom to negotiate consent for what might follow. So I headed into the bathroom to drape my damp towel over the edge of the bath.

Cath was having nothing of such control. As I faced the bath, her scrunched up towel flew past me into the bath and her arms were around me undoing the string tie on my boardies before ripping them down to my thighs where they’d drop to the floor and the t shirt was pulled over my head and discarded as roughly as her towel.

As my body seemed momentarily unmolested by her, I turned to find her puling the mesh dress over her own head. As she threw it past my shoulder, she threw herself upon me; grinding the camel toe through the bikini pants trying to cover her mons firmly against the erection that stood proud in my speedos.

As was almost becoming a habit in her house, I found myself dragged into the bedroom as Cath backed up, still grinding herself on my erection, while we passionately kissed. As her knees came against the bed, she sat on it with me still standing in front of her.

Pulling the drawstring on my speedos, she unsheathed my erection from its Spandex covering by pulling the waistband over it and peeling them down my legs; leaning forward to plant a string of kisses down the length of my shaft before she fondled my balls.

She looked cheekily up at me…

“They seem full again. We’d better empty them.”

Holding my hand in one of hers, she shuffled backwards on the bed until her feet were on it, then pulled me forward until I was kneeling on the bed between her spread apart legs. As she stared up at my eyes, her free hand undid first the top and lower tie strings on her bikini top and then the two hips tie strings on her bikini pants.

As the previously taut material slackened in their covering of her erogenous areas, she flopped back on the bed.

From her now prone position, she looked playfully up at me as she lifted up both her arms towards me as if calling for me to move forward to be embraced by her…

“Well young man, come and give me a good fucking.”

Any momentary hesitation wasn’t due to a lack of willingness and interest on my part. The full hard erection was enough to attest to that. Simply this wasn’t the script for sex I was used to. Where’s the foreplay? Where’s stimulating her to an orgasm before I do my missionary position thing that all the books tell me isn’t all that stimulating for most women?

A quick look down to where the front of her bikini pants had sagged down between her legs far enough to expose her vulva and vagina told me she was aroused enough for penetration.

Before I looked like a complete idiot, I thought I’d better do as I was told.

I eased myself down on top of her and into her embrace; pulling the loose front of her pants down to let it and the untied strings that previously draped across her upper thighs fall onto the bed between her legs. Almost anxiously, Cath grabbed my manhood and directed it into her receptive sex. I jerked my hips gently upwards as I pushed myself fully in and reached a position over her that facilitated full penetration.

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“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

“And what are your sins, child?”

Where do I begin? To be honest, each time I sit my fine ass in the confessional and spill the beans to Father d’Ambrosio, my own confession turns me on. I can only wonder what the good father thought or did afterward.

But let me back up a bit.

I was raised a good Catholic girl and I’ve confessed all my “sins” at the same church since I was a kid from the time I started confessing all the sexually-naughty things I had done with both boys and girls I knew up to the present when I fessed up to fucking three men on the day of my wedding. You read that right. Call me a slut, or a nymphomaniac or a fallen woman, I prefer to think of myself as a woman who loves easily and loves well. But, I’m getting ahead of myself again.

I married Jeff simply because I loved him. I still do. I mean, he is my husband, after all. Anyway, we’d gone to the same college and we were introduced to each other by my friends, Lauren and Lucky (just her nickname — her real name, the one her parents gave her was Minerva) What parents name their daughter Minerva, anyway? Anyhow, we met at this big party on campus. I was 19 and he Jeff 20 but we were both juniors. I fell for him like a ton of bricks. Looking back, I have to say that he was my first real boyfriend; the first I loved, anyway.

He had a lot more experience than I did. My sexual experience at that time was limited to making out with boys and getting finger-fucked. Technically, I was a virgin when I met him; I’d never even given anyone a blow job. Once our relationship started to get serious, though, I knew I’d have to become a quick learner, so I did what any other red-blooded girl would do: I watched porn. Tons and tons of porn. I studied sex like I studied for my exams. I crammed. Interesting choice of a word there, “crammed,” because that’s what my fingers did tour or five times a day. My grades dropped but I knew that, by the time it came to fucking, Jeff was going to be a lucky man and I’d get my grades back up. I’d done it before and I knew I could do it again.

I studied everything I could lay my hands (and eyes) on that had to do with sex; fucking, sucking, oral, anal, bi and straight. My grades would pick up, I knew, but this was going to be a life time skill. Little by little I gained confidence. I began to learn what felt good to me and how to ask for it in no uncertain terms. Of course, the more I watched, the more I masturbated and the more I masturbated, the more I wanted the real thing. But I wasn’t about to make John my practice run. What if it didn’t work? What if I was really lousy at it?

I had to find someone I trusted who wouldn’t take my overtures as anything romantic. I immediately thought of John, who was Lauren’s boyfriend at the time, and who is now her husband. They had graduated a year ahead of me and got married soon after. So, he was cute, we got along, he had experience and Lauren had told me he was an animal in bed… he was perfect for my experiment. While he and Lauren weren’t married at the time, they were “engaged to get engaged,” whatever that means. To me John was still fair game and, one Saturday night when he’d had too much to drink, he called me because he’d had a fight with Lauren. I was living off-campus and I invited him over.

I loved the scent of him and it still drives me crazy. It had nothing to do with any cologne or aftershave, it was his animal pheromones I was hooked onto. So that night I lost my precious virginity to him. The sex was anything but romantic. We were two hungry animals mating as if our lives depended on it. To be perfectly blunt, I had bruises on my boobs, hips and ass and my poor pussy was hurting so badly that I needed to take two aspirin. But that didn’t stop us from going ape shit crazy on each other again the next day.

John and I never really stopped being lovers and, even on my wedding day … I’ll get to that later. The following weekend, I let Jeff take my non-existent virginity the next weekend. It was sweet and romantic but I didn’t cum. After fucking John all week, sex with Jeff was warm, comforting oatmeal. John was a red hot pepper. Right then and gaziantep escort there I knew how it would be with us. I’d love Jeff and I’d crave John, wedding ring or not, Lauren or not. It was meant to be that way as wrong as it would seem to others if they knew about it.

And then there was Kevin. What can I say about Kevin? He was my close friend’s fiancé and a friend of mine from my neighborhood. Before he met Louise, we were best friends but if we went out to the movies together, it was because neither of us had a date. We knew it wasn’t a dating situation. That’s not to say that we never made out or anything like that. We experimented with almost sex and it was fun but it was two friends passing the time being naughty. Once he met Louise and they started going out, we kind of grew apart but Louise and I got closer together and I won’t say I never fooled around with her because I did. She was the best kisser I’ve ever known and I have to admit that, sometimes when I masturbate, it’s the thought of kissing her that gets me off quickest. She has the softest lips!

The big day was right around the corner and needless to say, I was excited. True, I was not only fucking Jeff, but I was also regularly fucking John and Kevin and once in a while Louise and I would get together to play. It sounds complicated and it was, but I was managing and for once in my life I was feeling sexually satisfied. I mean, who wouldn’t.

On the day before the wedding Jeff and I scheduled to have a couples session with Father d’Ambrosio about what would be expected of each of us. To us it was a big joke and one more hoop that society felt it had to put us through in order to have a good, Christian marriage. Unfortunately, Jeff’s bachelor party was the previous night and he pleaded with me to go to the session without him. I was pissed. I mean, he knew we had this coming up, but being the goodnatured wife-to-be, I went without him.

Father was in his thirties and looked like a movie star. Lots of the women who attended church there did so only because he was so hot looking. There was never a shortage of women at church activities. I figured it could have been worse, so I shouldn’t complain about having to spend a few hours talking about sex and marriage with such a hunk.

We were talking about a wife’s responsibilities in the marriage regarding sex. I was being told that, regardless of what I thought about having sex, that it was a normal and expected part of marriage. Somehow, we got onto the topic of specific acts and what the Bible did and didn’t approve of. I could feel as well as see Father’s demeanor change as we began to discuss oral sex. His face became flushed and he was staring intently at my chest. I’m not a porn model by any stretch of the imagination but I’ve never had any complaints about my 34-c boobs, which I never tried very hard to hide.

“I wonder how it feels to discuss things like blowjobs when you’ve never actually had one,” I teased him.

He fidgeted like crazy and his pale face turned scarlet. “You know, I did have a life before I became a priest,” he informed me. “You shouldn’t make such assumptions.”

“So you have had a blowjob?”

“I didn’t say that either but I don’t think there’s any point in my denying it. Yes. I have. When I was in high school.”

“Did you like it?”

“For the sake of honest, I guess I’d have to say, ‘not too much.’ The girl I was dating cried the whole time we were doing it and even though I had an orgasm, it wasn’t one of my prouder moments. I guess she didn’t know what she was doing and it made me feel awful, so I never tried again.”

There was a knock at the door at that very awkward moment and I wondered what would have happened if I had made a move on him. It turned out I’d only have to wait until my wedding day to find out.

I think everyone must hope for a bright, shiny day on their wedding day. Mine was anything but. I determined that I’d get all dolled up at the church rather than make any kind of big arrival. When my maids of honor and I showed up, we were all looking like drowned rats. Fortunately, we had enough time to dry off and get ready. I hadn’t planned to shower until I just before I got dressed in my wedding gown, so Lauren, Lucky, Maria and I showered in the girls’ locker room, which was adjoining the gymnasium.

As I was stripping off my wet clothes, I noticed that Father was in the reflection of the mirror on the locker I was using. I intentionally put on a good show for the benefit of our horny cleric. I played with my boobs, tweaking my erect nipples, caressed my ass and pussy and I inserted a few fingers into my pussy for good measure. That and the knowledge of the priest watching me had me quite worked up. The girls were far ahead of me and were already showered and getting dry by the time I finally headed for the shower.

I was getting dressed again when all of a sudden, the thunderstorm apparently knocked the power out. It was dark in the locker room as, of course, there were no windows to the outside. All of a sudden, I saw the beam of a flashlight coming closer as I was pulling my thong panties on.

It was Father and I don’t know to this day exactly how it happened, but all of a sudden we were kissing, tongues in each other’s mouths and his gentle hands were all over me. I helped him out of his sweats and he helped me out of the one garment I was wearing. Our bodies pressed against each others, heated skin upon heated skin. I could hear him moaning or was it my moans I was hearing?

I sat him down on the bench and took his cock in my hand. It was far bigger around than any I’d ever had and its length wasn’t bad either. “What a fucking pity,” I thought to myself.

He started to pull away, to apologize as if what we’d already done was more than he could bear. I wasn’t about to let him off that easy without knowing how good a great blow job could feel.

I knelt on the carpeted floor in front of him and kissed his cock, his balls and even his anus. The head of his cock was oozing and I took his fluids and rubbed it all over my face before taking the head of his dick into my mouth. It was a challenge fitting him in, but I did it and more, making sure that the head of his cock made its way into my gagging throat. I figured that if this man was to have only one real blowjob in his life, I’d make it one he’d never forget. Who knows? Maybe it would prompt him to leave the priesthood.

I was really into it … in and out, in and out, up and down my throat until he could tolerate it no more and shot an ungodly large load into my mouth and all over my face. I made only one mistake and it was a big one. I hadn’t taken into account to how horny I now was on my wedding day.

The rain that day was fierce. There was thunder and lightning, wind and rain — the works. None of my bridesmaids had any idea what had transpired between Father and me. I had no desire to put that out there and risk destroying my reputation and his. Lucky was putting the finishing touches to my hairdo and Maria, who I’ve known since I was a little girl, was putting some last minute stitches into my gown. There was general pandemonium in that room as we hurried to get me ready for the ceremony. I could already hear the organist rehearsing in the chapel and hearing it made me nervous all of a sudden. Lucky suffers from an anxiety disorder and she showed me how to regulate my breathing so that my heart would stop pounding.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. Lucky was the first to the door, hoping that it wasn’t Jeff because of the supposed bad luck to follow if a groom sees his bride before the wedding. It turned out that it was her fiancé, John.

He was told to go away and allow us to get ready, but he said he needed a few minutes to get me to sign some papers for the church organist. Neither at that point nor ever until this day, did anyone know that the two of us were ever lovers, so when he asked the girls to clear the room for a minute or two they didn’t think much of it.

No sooner had the girls left then he took me in his arms and, being careful not to destroy the makeup and hairdo I’d worked so hard to make perfect, he forcefully turned me around, leaned me over a table and hiked up my gown to that it was bunched up over my waist. So violently did he do that, that Maria would have to restitch the split seam.

Luckily, I’d been wet since blowing Father d’Ambrosio an hour or so earlier, so he shoved his cock into my already soaked pussy and thrust powerfully three or four times, grasping my hanging tits. He nuzzled and licked the nape of my neck as he fucked me.

“I… want you … to … remember this fuck … as the last and best one of your unmarried life,” he grunted just loud enough for my ears and no one else’s. All of a sudden he pulled out of my dripping cunt and forcefully inserted it into my tight, unready ass. He explained in a whisper that was fucking my ass because he didn’t want Jeff to find a cum-filled pussy when Jeff and I fucked later on.

It was all very animalistic the way he fucked my ass. I was breathless and we were silently having a ball. I came quickly like I usually do when he fucks my ass, but then I felt another aftershock rattle my body and then another. John had to place his hand over my mouth to stifle any loud moans or screams that might have given our secret up to my bridesmaids. His balls were slapping against my cunt; more quickly than ever before, he filled my ass with his cum, helped me rearrange my clothes and left. The whole encounter couldn’t have taken more than five minutes and no one was any the wiser.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. It was beautiful in spite of the foul weather. When we went into the gymnasium, which was where the reception was to be held, it was all decorated and, in spite of the vague aroma of perspiring boy and girl athletes, the gym ambience was lovely. Everyone seemed happy to not have to brave the bad weather in order to attend the festivities. A band was playing and there were flowers everywhere. People I didn’t even know were congratulating me even as John’s cum leaked down the back of my leg.

Just as things were winding down, Kevin asked me if he could have a word with me in private. I assumed he was going to reassure me that he’d never tell Jeff or anyone else about our affair or that he was going to give me some “fatherly” advice. Boy was I wrong!

Unlike my earlier session with John, I no longer had to be uptight about my lipstick or makeup; I was getting ready to leave my friends and family for our honeymoon camping trip, so I was in my casual self in jeans and a tee shirt with my hair in a pony tail. Once the door was closed, we fell into each other’s arms and kissed and embraced as we always did.

“It’s going to be a shame to not be able to do that anymore,” he said.

“Who said we’d have to stop. I’m married but aside from that nothing has changed. What we’ve been doing has been beautiful and I have every intention of go on doing as we have been.”

“I … don’t know what to say …” he started.

“Don’t say anything,” I told him. “Fuck my married pussy.”

And he did. Unlike John, Kevin is the romantic in my little menage of men. Fucking him always means a lot of touching, kissing and a lot of talking passionate but dirty talk. This was no different. We undressed each other passionately, but once undressed, we proceeded to make love to each other. He fucked me in the good old missionary position, my legs over his shoulders as though it was the last time he ever would; I suppose he wasn’t sure that I’d be good for my word that we’d go on being lovers once I came back from my honeymoon.

He entered me gently, all the while looking into my passion-filled eyes. The urgency grew, though, and I wasn’t about to stop him from shooting his cum into me. I could tell that he wanted to protect our secret by pulling out at the last minute, but he didn’t quite make it and I could feel five or six jets of his cum splash inside me.

What we didn’t know then is that he gave me one last wedding present … one that I couldn’t enjoy for another eight months or so. And no, no one but you and I know how my beautiful baby girl was conceived.

As you might expect, Jeff and I fucked once we reached our airport hotel room. It was sweet and it was romantic and he didn’t suspect a thing. The perfect end to a busy and perfect day.

Think what you will of me. I am who I am and I make no excuses for myself. I continue to fuck all three men and once in a while I play with Lucky, Jeff’s wife. No one needs to know, so keep this story to yourself, please.

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