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“Mmmm…you’re so delicious,” Silvia said in a seductive tone as she licked the excess whip cream from the corners of her mouth and reached for another strawberry from the bowl beside her, all the while starring into Pamela, her roommate’s, pussy. Her cunt covered over with pearl white whip cream, Pamela shuttered as she lay back and felt the pointed end of the luscious fruit slid down her pussy lips. She starred blankly at the ceiling as body tingled from Silvia’s feasting which teased the delicate fibers of her between her legs. After swallowing most of the strawberry, Silvia slid her hands down Pamela’s legs, her lips not far behind until finally her finger tips found her succulent pussy. She glided her fingers on either side of her pussy lips, and then bent down and began to lick every inch of her cunt, indulging her wildest desires and enjoying the delicious whip cream.

Pamela gasped as two of Silvia’s fingers entered her. “Yes, awww…I want it. I need it so badly,” the words gasped from her throat as she began to purr and moan. Her enticing hum becoming louder and louder as she shifted her body in a vain attempt to control herself against Silvia’s relentless tongue-lashing. Silvia’s devilish tongue circled her clit, which was now pea-size, hard and swollen. Further enticed by the enchanting taste of her roommate, Silvia could feel her body yearn to feel the same pleasure. She removed her left hand from Pamela’s hip and led the five fingered instrument down her body. She grabbed hold and squeezed her left breast as she tilted her head and began to make wide, curved licks, rimming Pamela’s pussy lips and moaning back in response to hers.

In truth she had no to play with herself as pleasuring her roommate was all the stimulation she required, but years of weekly self-enjoyment caused Silvia to second guess her instincts. She took hold of the ball-bearing on either side of the piercing that ran through her nipple, and began to twist and pull at it. Her other hand worked its magic on Pamela’s cunt. The inserted fingers were now sheathed in her roommate’s juices, which dripped down the underside of her peach-shaped rear. Though she was concentrating more on her tongue fucking, Silvia’s willed her capable fingers to do her bidding. The two penetrating Pamela’s cunt, began to work like pistons, one entering as the other rose out and so on with her thumb rounding her clitoris., while her wet tongue benefited from her flowing juices.

Her nipple now sore and tender from the vigorous attention it was given, Silvia moved her hand free of her bumptious melon, which was now a dark pink and then found her way between her legs. She parted her bottom limbs so that her cunt was wide open and began to message the lips surrounding her moist pussy. Her fingers stroked every strand of her warm flesh from the bottom of her cunt, where her flowing juices dripped from to her bulbous clit.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure rising in her own body, Silvia moved her head up from Pamela’s cunt so that she may concentrate more on her own steamy self-gratification. She placed the center of her thumb directly over her sensitive clit and expelled a mix of gasping and moaning as she pressed down. Making a hook with her index and middle fingers, she plunged the two tendons into her pussy. Silvia’s jaw dropped as the intensity dwelling inside her succulent pussy began to grow. She forced her fingers deep inside of her body until only the last knuckles on her hand could be seen.

“Ohh…ggoddd…aahhhh…” Silvia mumbled as she bent forward and dropped her head back between Pamela’s legs. The two began to moan almost in unison.

Pamela ran her fingers through Silvia’s long black hair as she closed her eyes. She could here her lover’s moan “Ahhh…I’m cumming,” turn into a desperate cry as she lifted her head away from Pamela’s cunt and began to quiver as the orgasm hit its climax. Seeing this Pamela felt the energy burn through her veins and screamed as she too climaxed, holding Silvia’s head close to her pussy as she came. A blast of warm cunt-flavored fluid rushed out of her pussy onto her lover’s tongue, which make quick work cleaning her off.

Their bodies completely spent and drained off energy Silvia took a deep breath and smiled as she looked into Pamela’s face which expressed the same expression. Silvia dislodged her fingers from both cunts and with her last ounce of strength bursa escort she lifted herself onto the bed and slid her body up next to her lover’s. The two closed in, wrapped their arms together and shared a passionate kiss. Pamela could taste her juices still inside Silvia’s mouth as their tongues worked and messaged one another.

Pamela slid her pierced tongue across her lover’s lips as their lips parted. She looked into Silvia’s eyes as she reached down and took hold of her left hand, which had penetrated her cunt and given her so much pleasure and licked the fingers clean. “I love you baby doll,” she said in her soft southern accent and then pressed her lips against Silvia’s neck, planting soft kisses as the two held each other close.

With her legs entwined with Silvia’s and her arms hugging her tight, Pamela inched her face closer to her resting lover’s, whose eyes were already closed and was breathing peacefully. The night had lasted for hours, her body was spent and everything that had lead up to this moment echoed in her mind as lay awake. Her thoughts began to run wild as they were the only things keeping her awake… “And to think this all happened by misfortune. Maybe it was fate.”

7 Hours Earlier

“The pleasure is all mine,” smiling seductively into the web cam mounted on her computer, Silvia spoke like a true tease. Only her rosy lips were visible on the screen as she was only an inch away from the camera. She rimmed her upper lip with her tongue as she starred down at the computer display, watching her hit count steadily rise. They had taken the bait and now she would reel them in.

As if luring in her prey, Silvia began to draw back away from the camera, retaining her expert poise as her young, sweet image emerged onto the screen. With her entirety now shown in all its wonder, she stopped at the foot of her bed and looked herself over in the long mirror, which she had positioned out of sight from the camera. That way she could comfortably move and act without concerning whether or not her actions seemed more idiotic than erotic.

Silvia had always loved how beautiful every detail, curve and even blemish of her body was. Her hair was long and black with shades of highlighted brunette, which went perfectly with her golden brown skin. Her slender frame worked perfectly with her 5ft 11 inch height and 34 C cups. Weekly exercise and an excellent diet had given her a supermodel body, but what Silvia truly admired most about her body was her dazzling, green eyes. With them no man could walk past with giving her a glance and subconsciously she always felt they were her greatest strength.

In her mind she was perfect for any man, but her beauty was also a curse as most were too cautious to make a pass at her and for most of this year she had been single. Because of this, Silvia decided to share her beauty openly with the world. She began displaying close-ups on her face at Hot-or-Not website, but soon after her 18th birthday, she became more carefree and posted nude pictures whenever it seemed fit. The responses she got were incredible and like a drug she quickly became addicted to the attention she was receiving.

Money being a tight issue in college, Silvia had decided to use her past experiences to her advantage and become a model for an adult web cam site. An already popular site to begin with, anonymous viewers around the world would watch in awe of her beauty, and with each new member she would earn a percentage. So in other words, the more hardcore her videos were the more profit she would make from the increasing audience.

Turning around, she pointed her handheld remote at the CD player and a wave of sensual music initiated.

Taking a deep breath, she began to sway like a cobra in a trance, moving her hands across her body. Dressed in only her favorite black satin bra, that was unhooked at the back, and butterfly shaped panties, Silvia closed her eyes as she moved her hands up and down, feeling every curve of her supple body. Her left hand slid across her right breast teasing her erect nipple, then took hold of the thin strap and unveiled her bumptious bundles as she pulled the bra down her arm.

Having worked for weeks on her routine in the privacy of her room, her erotic dance of seduction was flawless as she made sure to not over extend her moves and leave the view of the camera. Silvia tossed the bra aside as she turned escort bursa around, exposing her smooth rear end to her online audience, trying to not smile as she caught glance of her hit counter which continued to rise. Bending over she ran her index finger under the black panties, pulling them down so that her crack now became visible.

The music became faster and so did her movements. She swung back around, landed her bare underside onto the foot of the bed, and crossed her legs as she ran her loose panties down her legs. With her legs intersecting, Silvia smiled into the camera knowing that her pose now blocked her pussy from view and her audience was anxious for more. “Mmmm…I don’t know how much more anticipation I can take,” Silvia teased as she rubbed her legs together making sure to hypnotize her internet audience. She ran her hands down her long, smooth legs and stopped at her knees.

“Get ready boys.”

Silvia, smiling gleefully, took hold off her right leg, lifted it high into the air and exposed her prized cunt for the world to see. She spread out her legs and sat back against a hill of pillows, set up so her face wouldn’t be hidden behind her massive globes. Knowing well she had her audience spellbound, Silvia began to slide her finger tips along the narrow ridges of her pussy lips. Her pussy was soft and tender, pleading for her to end this incessant teasing as her opening yearned to wrap around a long, hard shaft, but she knew she would have to hold out just a bit longer.

The music was now silent in her mind as she squeezed both of her tits, and moaned out how mumbled phrases of “Oh God” and “This feels so good.” Silvia placed both hands onto her pussy and to her body’s immediate bliss, she plunged two fingers from each hand into her wet pussy. In and out, side to side and then in full circles she fingered herself, making her juices flow out of her gaping hole. Her eyes shut and her mouth dropped open. She forced her fingers deep inside of her, right down to the knuckles making an enticing squishing noise.

“Ohh…ggodd…aaahh…” Silvia mumbled as she came, felling her juices flow out of her, soaking her hand and the bed sheets underneath.

“Awww..I’ve never came so hard in my life,” Silvia said feeling a tremble run down her leg as she reached up and wiped away a tear that had fallen from her eye. It had been two weeks since her last big climax and this had been one for the Richter scale.

Wanting to keep the party going, she began to toy with herself some more when suddenly her door burst open and her roommate, Pamela burst in holding her face. The sounds of her angered boyfriend or in actuality now ex-boyfriend, echoed in the background.

Pamela slammed the door shut screaming “Fuck you” and without thinking turned to face Silvia. Pamela gasped at the sight of her roommate nude with her fingers buried deep in her cunt and spun around.

“Oh My God. I am so freakin’ sorry,” Pamela uttered in her down to earth southern accent. A little disappointed that fun had ended before it had really began, Silvia sighed reluctantly. As she dislodged her fingers, she was sure that she had noticed Pamela glance over her shoulder as she stood facing the wall.

Turning off her music, Silvia grabbed a towel out of her closet and wrapped it around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed as she was comfortable with doing so. Having spent most of her life in New Jersey, Silvia couldn’t help but smile at her roommate’s behavior, which in many ways was almost completely opposite to her own. From what she knew, Pamela had grown up in a small southern town, where everyone knew one another and being courteous to others was a must as any type of drama between neighbors would quickly become the talk of the town.

Both girls were dance majors here in college and being so, their bodies were both finely shaped, trim and curved, with faces that earned them attention wherever they ventured. However, there was indeed a big difference between the two close friends was the evident fact was that Pamela was a pure, untainted virgin. She had never felt the touch of a man, a firm cock or the wonderful taste of juicy cum.

Remembering that her web cam was on, Silvia immediately bent down and blow a kiss and then signed off, knowing that her many fans were disappointed by her interrupted performance and she’d have to pull something amazing to win them back.

“I’m bursa escort bayan sorry, sweetie…*sniff*…I know you asked me…to give you privacy for an hour, but…” Pamela mumbled as she twiddled with her fingers, still facing the blank wall. Silvia knew from roommate’s soft spoken apology that Pamela was hurting inside as her perfect world had been flipped upside down. Pulling the towel higher to cover her breasts, Silvia approached her sobbing friend and hugged her.

Sensing that Pamela was still uneasy from seeing her roommate nude, Silvia released her hug and headed into the bathroom, but left the door open so that Pamela could hear her.

“You know you have seen me naked before, it’s okay.”

“I know. But this time I saw you…I, mean I didn’t mean to see you…um,”

“Masturbate?! Listen Honey, what you saw was natural. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either. Everyone gets off once in while…right?,” suddenly from Pamela’s sad expression that something was wrong.

“Honey? What is it?” Silvia said walking out of the bathroom clothed in a wife beater and boxer shorts.

Then without warning, Pamela swung around and wrapped her arms around Silvia and began to cry. From there she explained everything. How after getting drunk at a party held by her boyfriend’s fraternity, she had gone back to his place planning on only making out and then come home. Unfortunately, she was too intoxicated to think things through and in the end she wound up losing her virginity, the very thing she had prized above all else, and that morning having a fight with her boyfriend which ended in their break up.

Pulling out their emergency reserve of ice-cream the two watched the 3rd season of friends, talked and eventually grew tired.

By now it was turning around 11’o clock, and so the two decided it was time for bed. Together they walked other to their own dressers and pulled out a fresh pair of pajamas. As they had done so countless times in the locker rooms at the gym they both undressed alongside one another. Suddenly Silvia noticed that Pamela’s pubic hair had been shaved completely off, leaving her pussy bare and in her mind strangely attractive.

“So when did you do that?”

Startled, Pamela instinctively covered herself with the pajama pants she was about to put on.

“Hey, it’s okay. I just thought it looks really pretty.”

Smiling awkwardly, Pamela moved the pajama pants and stood with her legs apart allowing Silvia to get a better view.

“Wow, How you doin’.”

Pamela smiled, knowing that Silvia was in love with Joey from the TV show “Friends.”

“Hey, thanks for being there for. I think things are definitely gonna change now, for the better.”

That night, Silvia lay awoke. Though she had tried everything she could think of, she couldn’t get the image of Pamela’s pussy out of her head. Though she had never been with another woman, she had fantasized on several occasions of doing so. Tasting another woman’s pussy as she let her magical fingers do their tricks, and receiving the same gratification she had given.

The thoughts of Pamela’s flooded Silvia’s mind as her hand slide down into her snatch, which was already moist and craving to be played with, when suddenly there was a massive coughing sound. The awful noise woke Silvia from her trance, and she turned to see that not only had the sound woken Pamela, but she was now standing facing the air conditioner the laid above her head.

Suddenly the air conditioner barked violently and the front pan burst open spilling dust all over Pamela’s bed.

“Nooo” Pamela screamed as she ran forward and hit the off switch, but it was too late. Her bed was covered in dust and the damage was down.

Sighing reluctantly at her roommate’s terrible luck, Silvia lifted up her covers to welcome Pamela in.

Clutching her teddy bear, the only thing she had managed to save from the wave of falling dust, Pamela smiled and got under the blanket with her roommate.

“Thanks again, sugar. I promise to repay you someday,” Pamela whispered as she turned so her body was facing away from Silvia’s. Smiling, Silvia rolled over and wrapped her arms around Pamela as she placed her head next to hers.

The two cuddled closely wrapped with their arms tightly holding each other. Silvia could her body yearn to be touched by Pamela’s fingers and tongue, but feared making any attempt to fulfill her desires. Then without warning, Pamela face closed in and softly planted her lips on Silvia’s. The kiss lasted for only a second, but that was enough.

To be continued…

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List of Major Characters

How’s this for an alternative introduction? My latest story is intended to be readable on its own and I don’t want any new readers to be put off by hearing that “more has gone before”. Hopefully, from the sketches below and enlargements in the tale as we go, it will all make sense.

So let’s do it . . .

Dotty: Me, your humble narrator. I’m twenty-one and a final year Maths student up in Lancashire. I’m five feet ten and curvy with long blonde hair and wish that my tits were just a little bit larger (although nobody else has ever complained). Until a month before this new story begins, I’d been bi-curious but believed I was straight.

Martha: My housemate who I love like a sister (in fact I love her a tad more than my real-life, too-clingy sister). My earlier same-sex experiences were always with Martha, even though we limited ourselves and had never gone all the way, No, make that probably not quite all the way . . .

Michelle: Only recently transferred “north” from the University of Bath, this girl had converted me into the noble art without even trying. We first met on day one of our final year, compared timetables and realized we were doing all the same course modules. And we clicked just like that. Within a week she had moved in with me, and since then (until last night), we’d spent virtually every second of every day together.

Ronnie: Michelle’s ex and the reason she left Bath in the first place, albeit a mysterious one. Prior to Thursday (less than two days ago) all I knew was that there’d been a big break-up. I hadn’t even been aware of Ronnie’s name until Thursday. But news arrived of her car crash and off Michelle scuttled to be with her, post-haste.

Robin: A female bouncer/doorperson at the local lesbian pub who has the hots for me. Tall with very short blonde-white hair and with shoulders John Wayne would have been proud of, and muscles on her muscles, Robin insists she is my “number two”. She also insists Michelle is “trouble” and doesn’t deserve to be my “number one”. I don’t agree with her on that point but fuck me, she is so amazingly fitter than fit!

Now it’s time to begin. Two previous “Dottily” stories are available but, as I already implied, I don’t want anyone to feel obliged. Forget them a while and come with me into the early hours of a hot and sultry Saturday morning. Come with me to a place I’d never hoped to or expected to be . . .

Chapter One

Having full-on sex with Martha was astounding. When we’d messed about before we’d never actually been on our own. No, much as it pains me to admit this, before we’d almost always done it for show.

Yes, before we’d almost always done it because we had guys with us and they wanted to see us making out . . . or at least pretending to make out.

Thanks to my obsession with Michelle I’d been ignoring Martha for weeks and weeks; longer than ever in recorded history. Well, my time with Mick aside, I had. Mick had been a male error of mine. I’d been faithful to him far too long. Meanwhile he paid less and less attention to me and more and more attention to anyone else in (or out of) a cute short dress.

Thinking about it, with the benefit of hindsight, in the weeks and months after Mick I did become rather wild. From footloose, fancy-free I’d raced through devout, almost nun-like to . . . to . . .

Well, as I said, after Mick I’d partied a lot. And, aided and abetted by Martha, I’d graduated from having one guy at a time to having as many as I could lay my hands on.

In other words Martha’s naked body was not something I didn’t know. Following our unwritten but very clear guidelines, I’d kissed and caressed all of it up from the underside of her breasts. And she’d done likewise to me.

Lower down I’d never touched but I had seen her have sex, and not always with only one partner.

And yes indeed, she could say the same for me.

But that limited kissing, caressing and watching hard cocks gliding in and out wasn’t a patch on us being alone together, with every last boundary scrapped.

At the risk of sounding all “Mills & Boon”, kissing Martha was nostalgic, like stepping into familiarly worn slippers. Not that I’m really comparing her to a pair of old footwear. No, I’m trying to say that she was warm and comfortable and cosy.

She was the one who had seduced me, however. She was the one who didn’t want comfortable or cosy.

There on my bed, me taken by surprise in panties, bra and hold-up stockings, Martha in nothing at all, I tried to make our embrace linger.

Fat chance of that!

Pressing hard on my shoulders, she forced me lower and lower, not even letting me break off to say hello to her luscious tits. Almost immediately I was into what used to be forbidden territory.

And my already stratospheric excitement soared.

She means it, I thought. She means it and by golly I’m not going to say no.

Taking for granted our old rules were now old hat I homed in on her sex.

She came instantly.

I came just as quick and twice as hard.

Result!

Not sparing her in the least, I focused on her clit. She screeched bursa escort and squealed and the next thing I knew it was four in the morning.

*****

Take this as a criticism-free observation: Martha wanted and expected those first few hours to be all me; yes, all me on her.

And take it from me I was only too happy to go with the flow.

Talk about flowing . . .

Martha very evidently, very liquidly enjoyed the experience, possibly as much as I did. And no, for once I am not exaggerating. Right then I hadn’t a clue which way I’d go in the future, giving or taking and all that. But right then I didn’t care. All I knew was that I got off on bringing a girl off.

Yes, bringing Martha off again and again was a colossal thrill.

At the time my thoughts were centred entirely on her; the rest of my life mattered not, be it looking forward or back. All I wanted to do was pleasure her and pleasure her.

Four in the morning was pushing it, though. Leastways it was when I was doing all the work.

‘Timeout,’ said I, rolling off her, making the time-honoured hand signal.

‘Holy Jesus,’ Martha groaned, staring up at the ceiling. ‘Remind me; why did I ever waste time on men?’

‘I’ve been asking myself that for the last month,’ I replied, ragged but truthfully.

‘I’m so glad we’ve done it again,’ Martha went on. Then, maybe more hastily than necessary, she added: ‘It was like the good old days.’

‘We fit together like feet in a pair of worn slippers,’ I agreed.

‘Is that meant to sound flattering?’

The overheads were off but I’d left my bedside lamp on. Turning my head, doing best to keep my greedy eyes off Martha’s tits, I gave her a grin.

‘I’ve already had that argument with myself. And yes, it is meant to sound flattering.’

‘Okay then; consider me flattered.’

‘Consider me exhausted.’

‘Is that my lot?’ Martha laughed. ‘Are we over and done with for the night?’

‘Are we heck over and done with; but I know your sexual appetites, babe. That why I stopped the clock. Give me ten and I’ll be back like Arnie.’

‘I’d prefer you to be back like Dotty.’

‘Well said; as charming as ever. But you still need to give me ten; unless you want to take over.’

Martha made a see-saw motion with her hand. ‘I do and I don’t. Let’s leave that treat for later.’

I laughed. ‘How much frigging later can tonight really get?’

‘It’s Saturday,’ she replied saucily. ‘Time doesn’t really matter. I’m cool until say, nine o’clock.’

I reminded myself of the current time (she expected another five hours!) and groaned. ‘Fucking hell, girl, do I look like Wonder Woman?’

‘Hair colour aside yes, you do, actually. Okay, so she’s maybe a couple of inches taller, but the rest of you compares.’

What a crock of crap!

‘I’ve heard better lines in The Pride.’ I observed wryly. ‘In fact I’ve heard better lines from guys.’

‘Maybe you have. But I really do mean it.’

There was a light in Martha’s eyes that made me gulp. It made me speechless too, come to that.

She, the woman with the mostest, clearly did mean what she’d said.

Okay, she was horrendously wide of the mark, but hey, thoughts count; even when they miss their target by light years.

‘All right,’ I said breathlessly, ‘eight more minutes then we’ll see how long I can last.’

Chapter Two

Waking up face-down in Martha’s tits was a lifetime high. Only vaguely aware it was daylight outside I asked what time it was. Okay, so maybe I muttered and mumbled more than asked, Eloquence is not easy around a mouthful of luscious breast.

‘Half nine,’ Martha replied, ‘you fell asleep on me but don’t worry about it; it’s Saturday. You ain’t missed anything yet.’

I had a nipple close to my tongue so I licked it; it would have been rude not to. And, when it almost immediately came erect, a bolt of sheer delight ran through me.

No regrets or second thoughts from her, I concluded gleefully. Far from it!

There were no regrets or second thoughts from me, either. Ashamed as I am to admit it, I did not think of anything or anyone other than the there and then.

And miracles do happen!

Before I could go back down on Martha she pushed me onto my back and went down on me.

Heaven, heaven, heaven!

You know me and comparisons; I’m simply not going to make any. Let’s just say there was not a thing “virginal” about the way she had me. Let’s just say her efforts were exquisite.

*****

We took yet another timeout around ten thirty. Nose-to-nose and tit-to-tit with Martha on top, I couldn’t help but smile.

‘You’re right,’ I said, ‘we wasted far too much time on men.’

‘Fuck all mankind,’ she countered. ‘Or rather, let someone else fuck all mankind. I only want to fuck you from now on.’

That grounded me with a bump.

‘I know,’ Martha said. ‘I know, I know. This has to be our little secret, right? It can’t happen again.’

‘I want it to happen again,’ my mouth said of its own accord. ‘Why don’t we stay in bed all day?’

‘I’d love to do that, but I have a very important hockey match at bursa escort bayan two o’clock. And I’m seeing Craig afterwards.’

‘Craig?’

‘He’s the guy who lent Michelle his wheels. Unfortunately I made him certain promises I’ll have to keep. And talking about Michelle: shouldn’t you be keeping in touch?’

Rats. I’d forgotten about my number one girlfriend’s mission of mercy. Or was it really a mission of begging for forgiveness?

Noting my creased brow Martha assisted.

‘Your phone’s buzzed a dozen times. At least one of them must be from her.’

‘A dozen times; how long have you been awake?’

‘I was too happy to sleep. Now check your mailbox, for God’s sake.’

I had several missed calls and five texts, one of them from Michelle. Ignoring the rest I opened it.

BREAKFAST NOT A PATCH ON MADCHESTER AND STILL NO DECENT ESCORTS TO BE SEEN. I AM LEAVING NOW. HOPE TO BE IN TRURO IN TIME FOR LUNCH AND AFTERNOON VISITING. I WILL RING YOU THIS AFT. HUGS AND KISSES. AND REMEMBER TO KEEP YOU-KNOW-WHAT WARM FOR ME.

I checked the arrival time. ‘She’s a good hour or more down the road by now,’ I told Martha. ‘She hopes to be in the big city for lunch.’

Martha has always been able to read me. ‘What is it? Have you a problem I don’t know about?’

I ditched my mobile on the bedside table and hesitated. Before Michelle I’d always told Martha all about everything. I’d even described the feel of some nameless guy’s cock in me. But since Michelle I had told her nix.

And she was the best friend I’d ever had or ever would have . . .

‘Between you and me,’ I began carefully, ‘I have my doubts.’

‘Do you mean about Michelle?’

‘Yes.’

‘Pray do tell more.’

‘You don’t really like her, do you?’

‘We get on but that’s neither here nor there. And I certainly don’t actively despise her. So tell me more.’

As if I could have ever fobbed Martha off so simply!

‘The Michelle we see everyday isn’t the only one,’ I said awkwardly. ‘In bed she’s different again.’

‘Aren’t we all?’

‘Maybe we are; but not this different.’

‘So please enlarge.’

I gulped. ‘Ninety per cent of the time she goes all girly. She even calls herself “Shelly” when she’s in that mode.’

‘Shelly, okay;’ Martha sort of shrugged and raised her eyebrows, ‘so what about the other ten per cent?’

‘When she’s in her strap-on she’s the absolute opposite.’

‘You fuck with a strap-on?’

‘Of course we do. Why do you think we make so much noise?’

‘Silly me; of course you do.’ Martha surprised me with a big grin and by landing her hand on me.

(I’m far too modest to say just where but trust me, it was intimate contact indeed.)

‘Is she good?’ Martha asked with a catch in her voice. ‘With her strap-on, I mean.’

‘She’s beyond brilliant.’

‘Should I take that as a recommendation?’

‘Yes; it is a recommendation.’

‘In that case you’d better go down on me again while I consider the possibilities.’

*****

Fucking hockey matches!

What sort of lunatic invented hockey and planned matches for two o’clock on an afternoon?

Okay, so maybe hockey wasn’t strictly “invented”. Maybe it evolved thousands of years before soccer or rugby, but why should anyone ever plan a game for a Saturday afternoon when I wanted to have sex?

Concluding my conversation with Martha, she reckoned all girls acted differently in bed. To her it was black and white: girls who weren’t “butch” or “femme” switched to please their partners. I told her that Michelle went with prostitutes and she thought the idea was empowering.

‘The super-sexy lady fucks ladies,’ she said. ‘You openly admit that there were no tracks on your escort’s arms and insist she made Beyoncé look like a limp rag. And that she fucked you like a tigress in heat. I’m sorry babe; I can’t see your problem.’

‘Prostitution can never be right,’ said I, doing my best to believe my own words.

‘Prostitution stinks,’ said Martha vehemently. ‘I’ve heard of hotels where girls trawl the corridors to knock on doors, asking for “business” . . .’

‘It wasn’t like that,’ I objected. ‘It was a very posh hotel and Michelle arranged for Amber to visit in advance.’

‘So you said. And I don’t doubt you for one instant. Now forget about her and think about our little problem.’

‘What problem?’

‘How are we going to find more opportunities to get it together again?’

That hit home.

‘I don’t know,’ I admitted. ‘We can’t rely on non-fatal car crashes every week.’

‘There has to be something we can come up with,’ Martha insisted. ‘Doing it again has given me a hunger for you.’

‘You keep saying “again”.’ I frowned. ‘Do you know something I don’t?’

‘Hand on heart you really don’t remember that drunken night in my bed?’

‘I don’t. Not a thing. But you obviously do. So tell me.’

‘Go down on me again. I’ll tell you afterwards.’

Chapter Three

It was approaching lunchtime when Martha finally told me we’d drunkenly sixty-nined.

‘Clumsily but very satisfactorily,’ she went on. ‘I’m surprised you escort bursa don’t remember the taste of me. I certainly remember the taste of you. Never mind old slippers, you taste divine.’

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. Frowning again, I struggled to recall that long ago night then, when nothing came to me, I thought about my recent taste of Martha’s sweet juice. And a bulb lit up in my head. Yes, my old suspicions had been confirmed: her individual flavour did strike a chord.

‘I do and no I don’t,’ I said cautiously, ‘but why didn’t you tell me when I asked before?’

‘Because I supposed you were embarrassed, maybe hiding the truth from yourself.’

‘I might have been,’ I conceded. ‘But I wish you’d told me.’

‘Oh bugger off, girlfriend. I was protecting your finer feelings. Okay?’

‘Right; if you say so.’

‘I do, so it is. End of.’

That was typical Martha. Never mind my “finer feelings”, she wanted to maintain the upper hand.

(Come to mention her hand: somehow it had crept back between my legs.)

‘Oh yes,’ I sighed.

‘Oh yes, that’s the end?’

‘Oh yes I don’t want this to ever end. Keep on exactly as you are doing.’

For a while Martha was silent and kept dutifully on. I wondered how long we’d sixty-nined and who’d been on top, but only briefly. I had better things to think about; better things by far.

Then Vesuvius erupted and I did my best to scream the house down.

And in all fairness, I did it well.

Not to mention loud, proud and careless of snoops.

‘What about our little problem?’ Martha eventually resumed.

‘Depends if Michelle bothers to come back,’ said I. ‘If she doesn’t then we don’t have a problem.’

‘Of course she’s coming back. She keeps begging you to keep this warm for her, no?’ She patted my pussy in illustration.

I gritted my teeth and asked the question I had been delaying.

‘Do you think Michelle has a split personality?’

The response came without hesitation. ‘I think she is being the girl you want her to be; switching from minute to minute. I think she’s being the same as every other girl under the sun. But I also think me and you need to fuck more, and sometime soon at that.’

She kissed me harder than ever,

‘When,’ I gasped, breathlessly.

‘Can’t be tonight,’ Martha replied. ‘So let’s make it tomorrow afternoon. Then we need a plan.’

‘I’ll speak to her,’ said I. ‘She doesn’t want a relationship so I’ll speak to her and find out what she does want.’

‘Do you mean like having one night a week free to fuck around?’

‘I suppose I do, but I’d have phrased it more politely. And I’d prefer to keep you out of the equation for the time being. Knowing I want to . . . ahem, have sex with you might affect her decision.’

‘That makes sense. When do you intend to open negotiations?’

‘I’ll do it Monday or Tuesday. I’ll keep you posted as we go.’

‘What if she wants fidelity?’

‘She won’t.’

‘But what if she does?’

‘Then we really are going to have to scheme and plot, aren’t we.’

‘Okay.’

Martha’s fingers tightened on my pussy. ‘You’re cool with the idea of two-timing?’

‘No,’ I said truthfully, but I’ll do it for you.’

‘Will you really?’

‘Yes; really and without a second thought.’

‘Like you didn’t have a second thought with that bouncer?’

I gaped at her.

‘Twenty-odd minutes for a pee,’ Martha scoffed, ‘with Miss Big Tits in there with you all the while? I may look innocent but I’m aware of the ways of the world. As you know; yeah?’

Yes, I knew the ways of the world. I’d seen Martha cheerfully being double-penetrated more than once. And, as you already know, she knew all the dirt about me even better than I did.

‘Miss Big Tits is quite nice,’ I said defensively. ‘And I wasn’t in there long enough for anything to happen.’

‘Bollocks! It takes you two minutes at most to pee, wash and dry. Even if you dump . . .’

‘Martha,’ I cried, horrified.

But she was remorseless.

‘Your longest recorded pit stop is five minutes. Okay, so you’re not a threat to Lewis Hamilton, but you are predictable as him. He always wins; you are always back drinking your drink in the flash of an eye. Twenty minutes means you got fucked.’

‘Not necessarily.’

‘Come on, Dotty. You were gone far too long and came back with lippy all over the place. And she followed you straight in there. And to cap it all, you came back with that look in your eyes.’

‘I don’t do lippy.’ I protested, ‘not much, anyway.’

‘You’re sparing, I agree. But you do use some. And most of the lippy I saw smeared on you was too pale; not your colour at all.’

I cursed at that. Using minimal cosmetics meant I rarely checked my appearance in mirrors. Last night mustn’t have been an exception. It was a fair cop with no point pretending it wasn’t.

‘We did have a quickie,’ I confessed. Then, out of nowhere my treacherous mouth added: ‘Well, three quickies if you must know.’

‘You had three quickies with that big, butch babe?’ Martha sounded impressed if not awed. There again, she’d drawn the attention of a very manly wannabe back there in The Pride. Manliness clearly did something for her. When I’d got back on the scene she’d been visibly devouring the wannabe and practically drooling.

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I got home that night. Got a beer from the fridge, tanked it, and thought about what I had done. I fucked up, I know. I looked around my room and it never looked so empty in my life. I took off my cloths, took a quick shower and tried to go to bed.

The next morning I awoke and felt as if I had the biggest hangover in my life but I didn’t get drunk or anything. So I went to the bathroom did that whole bit. And when I was brushing my teeth I could hear my door open.

With only a towel around my waist, I went to go check on who that it was. And standing in front of the door was Korie. She looked as if she didn’t get any sleep. Her hair was wild, her eyes red, I guessed she had been crying

She looked at me with relief on her face and a slight smile. I walked up to her, feeling all my sadness just lift away, and stood right in front of her. I softly brushed the back of my hand against her cheek. And when I gazed deep into her eyes, I knew, that it was only she that I wanted in my life. I wanted her, to taste her like I have before.

She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her and kissed her instead. She was hesitant at first, but as I deepen my kiss, her tongue became wilder against mine. My hands roamed all over her back. And I groaned at the fact that she wore no bra under this shirt.

I moved her hands over her head and took of her shirt. And as the shirt cleared over her face, I her eyes met mine, and could feel the lust growing. She stepped closer to me and leaned her body against mine. She put her lips on my neck and kissed down my to my breast. She circled my nipples with her tongue, a moan escaped from my mouth. I put my hands on her head, running my fingers through her fine black hair. She moved her hands to my towel and let it drop to the floor. I could feel her hands roam on my body.

I felt the need to feel her against my mouth, to taste her. So I cupped her face with my hands and brought her up to kiss me. As we kissed, I pushed her against the door. I looked deep into her eyes, and as I did, I kneeled in front of her.

I started to kiss her stomach. My hands moved to unbutton bursa escort her shorts and slid them down to the floor. I stared at her pink underwear that she had been using, that turns me on every time she wore them, as she kicked her shorts aside.

I rubbed my hands up and down her pussy, and I could see a wet spot forming. I pulled down her panties to get them out of the way. I moved my head forward between her legs and nibbled on her pussy lips. She draped a leg over my shoulder and I slid my tongue up her slit, just barely touching her clit. “Oh Hokuuuu, thaaaat feeeeels soooooooo gooood.” She moaned out load with her hands running through what little hair I have on my head.

I gently put her leg down from my shoulder and stood up. I looked deep into her eyes and her eyes told me that she loved me. That was all I needed, so I picked her up in arms like how you’d hold a baby, and she draped her arms around my neck, kissing it while I walked us to the room.

I laid her down on the bed thinking that I’m going to go slow this time, enjoy every minute of this. I stood beside her and smoothly moved my fingers down her neck, between her breasts, then down to her navel, and moved my fingers back up. She arched her back to feel more of fingers against her body.

“Do you want me?” I whispered. “Yes!” she answered with a moan. I lay down with half my body on top of hers and kissed her neck. I moved my kisses up her to her ear and started to gently nibble on her ear lobe, as I did this, I could feels her finger nails digging into my back.

I stopped and looked into her eyes and gently licked her lips. I started to suck on her lower lip, and then kissed her gently. Slowly I slid my tongue between her lips and felt our tongues touch. Wildly our tongues danced for what seemed like hours, which I’m sure it was.

She broke the kiss and whispered, “Please baby, I want you. Don’t make wait!” I moved my hand between her legs and slid my finger between her pussy lips and stopped right at her clit, just barely even touching it. “Is this what you want baby?” I asked teasingly while moving to suck on nipple. I could feel her hips escort bursa move to feel more of my finger. “Yes, please baby. I want it!” she said almost begging.

So moved on top of her and started to massage her breasts with my hands while kissing her deeply. I moved my kissing down her neck and between her breasts. I moved my hand, began to caress her inner thigh, and started to suck on her nipple.

I kissed my way down her stomach and moved my hand between her legs. I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, and how wet it was. I sighed at the feel of her wet, hot pussy. I moved my fingers up and down, and started to circle her clit with my thumb.

I kissed my way down to her inner thighs and sucked hard in one certain area, hey want can I say I love making love bites. After I was done making my mark. I moved my head between her legs at the same time she lifted her feet on my shoulders.

I put my hands on her inner thighs to spread her pussy lips a little wider and exposing butt hole. And with one lick from her butt hole to her clit, I could feel her whole body shaking, was cumming already. So I slid my tongue inside her, going as deep as I could. I could her moaning saying, “Oh baby that feels so good, I love you soooo much!”

At that moment I knew I had her where I wanted her. So I slid my three fingers inside her, sliding in and out of her slowly as I sucked on her outer lips. I could hear her moaning getting louder with hips matching my rhythm of my fingers.

I counted like 3 or 4 orgasms but the real one was going to hit soon. So stopped sucking on her outer lips and concentrated on her clit, gently circling and lashing it back and forth. I could feel her pussy juice flowing against my chin.

“YEESSS. YEESSS. OH I’M CUMMIIING SOOOOO, OOOOHHHH MY GOOODDDD!” she yelled. At that moment I sucked hard on her clit and rubbed on her G spot. I could feel her hips moving fast and her hands on my head trying to push me in more into her pussy, as the shockwave of her orgasm took her over.

A few minutes later, I felt her whole body go limp but still a bit shaky from her orgasm. I tore myself away from bursa escort bayan her pussy and looked up her. She had this satisfying smile and a glow to her that I couldn’t explain.

I moved myself up and on top of her. With my face covered with her pussy juices, she whispered, “Hmm, I wonder how I taste?” and licked my lips. “Mmm, I taste good. No wonder you love eating me so much!” she said with a giggle. “Baby, I love you more than that, you know that.” I said feeling the weight lift from shoulders. I rolled onto my back, taking her with me and rested her head on my breast.

I caressed her back gently up and down with my fingers and said “I know you feel the same way too, don’t you?” as I looked down trying to see her face.

“Yes I do, and I realized it when I saw you two on that dance floor. You know that I wanted to rip her lips off when she kissed you. And yours too! You didn’t sleep her, did you?” she said getting angry at the thought of it

“No, I couldn’t. For one thing I felt as if I was cheating on you, and two, she failed my test. And besides, I didn’t want her; I wanted you and only you. Look, I’ve loved you for a very long time, and just when I was about to give up hope, this happens!”

“Really? Just how long?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“Well, lemmie see. About maybe, give or take 3yrs. Maybe more, its been so long, maybe even when we first met.” I answered feeling my face turn red.

“That long. Damn, aren’t you lucky I was horny that night!” she said laughingly

“Damn, lucky I had you come with me. Or else NONE of this would’ve happened!” I said.

“So are we? You know?” she shyly asked as she put her back down.

“Well, that’s up to you babe! Only if you want it!” I answered.

“Yes, I want too!” she said as she moved to lay on side, with her head on her hand, hand elbow digging into the bed. I moved on my side to face her and kissed her gently.

“Well I guess we are then!” I said with a big smile on my face. I pulled on top of me again and I sighed with happiness. “I love you!” she said in a half sleeping voice. “I love you too!” I said back feeling every ounce of love that I carried flow to her.

I held her tight against me and I could tell she fell asleep. I lay there thinking about all that happened and came up with one thing. That dreams do come true.

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All characters portrayed are 18-years-old or older.

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Susan opened her eyes and cringed. The light was too much. Too bright and too loud, and it made her head swim in a little puddle of dull regret as she looked across the tousled bed at the mess she’d made last night. Her plan to go out and find something young and eager didn’t go nearly as planned, and after a night desperate trolling from bar to bar, she ended up where she was now: naked and alone on her bed with her sex case open on the bedside, her various toys strewn about. She rolled over and pulled a large black dildo from beneath her and stared at it for a moment, not sure whether to thank him or rue him. Either way, she eventually concluded as she tossed it aside, he’d made her cum.

She got up and did a quick fix of her thoroughly JBF-ed hair, put on her robe and went downstairs to make coffee. On the machine she saw that it was 10:15, and she felt only a twinge of guilt for wasting a few precious Saturday morning hours on her self-indulgent Friday night binge. Walking down the hall she opened the front door and did a quick scan for the paper, wondering whether or not she’d have to do her own little walk of shame to retrieve it. Seeing no sign of it she stepped out and checked the shrubs, finally finding it ten feet from the door, wedged in the junipers. “Fucker,” she said out loud as she bent over to retrieve it. When she stood up and turned around she noticed an attractive young woman three condos down staring at her. It wasn’t anyone she knew, and couldn’t imagine any of her mid-life neighbors entertaining a girl that young, but remembering how she was dressed she gave a quick wave and stepped back inside, only slightly mortified.

Ten minutes later as she sat at the table blindly reading the paper, the doorbell rang. Her first impulse was to ignore it, but then she remembered the pretty girl and put it together. Her second impulse was to ignore it again, sure that she’d only be asked to contribute some silly amount of cash to this or that silly cause, but then remembered that not only had she been seen, there was an attractive opportunity standing on her porch. With nothing better to do with her lonesome morning than read the paper, she got up and went to the door.

“Hi,” said the perky young thing, plain and pretty in her no-nonsense jeans and high school jacket. She spoke of being with some sort of music program at such and such school, raising money for a trip to someplace uninteresting and blah, blah, blah. All Susan was thinking about, as she stood in the open doorway leaning against the jamb in her slightly opened robe, was this charming girl’s jeans, her darling jacket, and what she might find underneath if she either asked nicely or donated enough money. At some point the girl stopped talking, and she found herself on the awkward end of a long silence. Her alpha-female kicked in and told her just what to say.

“Absolutely, honey. Come on in for a second and we’ll see what we can get for you.” She stepped back and extended her arm into the entryway, ushering the girl in and opening her robe further, all in one graceful motion. She shut the door, but didn’t bother doing the same with her robe as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Come on back, dear, it’s fine. You’ve seen me twice now in my worst Saturday morning get-up, so there’s no embarrassment left between us. Have a seat, I’ll get my check book.” The girl followed along to the kitchen, but only stood still, looking about, unsure, as Susan opened a drawer and searched for a moment or two before finding the thin leather fold beneath a mass of jumble papers. She came back over to the table and plopped down into a chair, shifting open her robe again that much more. Her ample breasts were now clearly visible, and the correct lean would create quite a show.

“Sit, darling, really,” she insisted, taking the girl’s hand and pulling her to the chair opposite her. “Let’s talk this thing through for a minute and see how much you can make today.” The girl fell into the chair with a silly grin on her face, amused by this woman’s mildly antic behavior, her casual charm, and in the back of her mind, her confident, womanly attractiveness.

“What’s your name, love?” Susan asked, placing her hand over her guest’s on the tabletop.

“Um, Katie.”

“Well, bursa escort Katie, how much do you need from me today, exactly?” Her hand lingered.

“Um, it’s an open donation. Most people give ten or twenty dollars, but you know, even like five helps me out.”

“Uh huh. And how much do you have to raise in total?” She sat back in her chair and folded her arms in a sort of mock seriousness, but more for the effect of pressing her breasts together and shifting her robe. Following the girl’s glance she saw that it’d had the desired effect.

“One hundred and fifty dollars,” she said, raising her eyes, unaware of where they’d been.

“One hundred and fifty dollars,” she said leaning forward, her arms still crossed. She felt the satin slip aside. Oddly, it occurred to her at this point that perhaps the musky aroma of last night’s escapades might be overpowering the linger of her perfume on her skin, but that either one would have its own seductive appeal. She reached for her checkbook, casting a waft of her scent as she did.

“I can give you one hundred and fifty dollars, Katie,” she said, clicking the pen into action. “Would you like that?”

“Sure!” she said, her face lighting up.

“And would it make any difference if I gave you more?”

“No,” she said a little confused. “They only need that much from each of us. They don’t need extra.”

“Uh huh,” she stopped writing and looked up. “What if I were to write two checks: one to the school and one to you, each for one hundred and fifty dollars. Would that be ok?”

“Um, I don’t know. What do you mean?”

Susan leaned forward one last time and let her robe fall completely open. She put her hand gently on Katie’s shoulder and let it rise up to lightly grasp the nape of her neck as she leaned in to give her a long, slow kiss. At first Katie’s lips were still, but Susan’s persistence eased them open, and gradually their tongues tickled and merged. When they were both breathing noticeably heavier, Susan finally allowed their lips to part. She looked into the girl’s eyes ¬- big pools of brown, unsure but unafraid – and she winked before giving her another quick peck, taking her by the hand again.

…”Come with me, Katie,” she said walking her down the hall to the stairs. “Let’s make our morning worthwhile.” Once they reached the bedroom, Susan let her robe fall away completely, and she immediately reached for the waist of Katie’s jeans. “Take these off, little girl,” she said, her voice deep with lust. “Take all of it off.” As Katie did her best to wriggle out of her jeans without falling over, Susan all but tore the jacket from her shoulders and threw it across the room, then pulled her t-shirt and sports bra straight over her head in one motion. Then she ran her hands down her slim, young body, holding her by the waist in both hands, visually devouring her nubile plaything with all her being. The paleness of her skin, the soft heaving of her buoyant peach-like breasts, her perfect pebble nipples and the taut crimson-brown of her medallion areolae. Further down, the gentle rise of her belly, bordered by the pronounced poke of her pelvis, and the delightfully delicate wisps of her untended, mousy pubis.

She was not beautiful, but she was shapely, almost curvaceous. Grown, but not fully. All the elements of womanhood were there, yet the girl still remained. And the girl was trembling with uncertainty while the woman within was crying out with hunger. Susan could read this in her pretty, plain expression: her pupils dilated, her nipples stiff, her legs slightly apart. Yet her soft, moist lips hung slightly open, curling down at the edges, unable to smile even as the breath passing through them came shallow and urgent.

“Ever been with a girl before, Katie?”

“Kind of,” she said in an equally husky but girlish voice. “Once or twice, making out a little.”

“Well, this won’t be anything like that.” She pushed her back on the bed and watched her bounce childlike onto it, following as her hands found her skinny knees and took hold, pressing them apart. Part of her wanted to envelop and comfort the inner little girl, but her own lust demanded her more compassionate side wait. She ran her hands up and down her juvenile thighs, relaxing them open gradually while she lowered her face. She could already sense the musky tang diffusing off her escort bursa gauzy fur, and she nuzzled her face into its rich, scenty softness, breathing in her youthful aroma. She began with kisses at first, savoring her nuances: the tickle of her fur, the partial parting of her outer lips, and the darker protrusion of her thicker inner crinkles pressing its way through. At its base, the small glisten of her opening, a tiny pink secret exposed. Here is where Susan’s innocent kisses stopped, and her tongue came forth, coaxing into the sweet, syrupy nectar of her yielding pussy.

Katie moaned and gasped at Susan’s first tantalizing probe, her body stiffening as she felt the tongue gradually invade her, opening her up and sending greater and greater pulses of exquisite pleasure up through her. This was the first time someone had put their mouth on her, and the sensations were almost unreal. She felt Susan’s hands on her thighs and lips, parting and holding them while her tongue moved in deeper, and farther up as well, exploring every corner of her tender, aching sex. When she finally made it to her clit she jolted at the intensity of it, shuddering back away involuntarily before calming herself for more attention under Susan’s firm grasp. Her legs fell completely apart and her body entirely relaxed as this magic tongue drew her through a sea of pleasure toward a wonderful crest of orgasm. Through the fog of it she heard herself moaning loudly, and felt the tightening grip of hands on her ass, squeezing and holding her hips fast against this wonderful suckling. Then she felt the first finger enter her, followed by a second, and her orgasm went from merely amazing to absolutely mind-numbing. She thought her body might explode as it shuddered and rocked, almost bucking against the woman’s face, whose tongue and mouth sucked on her lips as her fingers slid effortlessly in and out curling inside of her and tugging at her soft, melting interior.

For her part, Susan was also fingering her own wet self, massaging her g-spot and palming her clit, trying to play catch up to her lithe little friend who seemed to cum so easily and be so willingly indulged. As the girl’s legs finally clamped hard against her ears with the crescendo of her orgasm, she was almost jealous of what was likely Katie’s first time reaching such ardent heights. At least she hoped it was, and the thought of it turned her on that much more, pushing her to her own orgasm as she moaned against the quivering pussy she kept sealed to her mouth. She tasted exactly how an older teen should, as with her body, developed but not entirely: clean, delicate, salty sweet and only slightly tart. Focusing on this made her mouth water and her insatiable hunger grow, so much so that when the girl began to relax and her legs sent slack, she seized the opportunity to fold her plaint body back over, lifting her hips straight upwards as her cheeks parted to reveal her second secret opening, found instantly by a greedy, craving tongue.

Katie gave a soft moan of surprise after being folded in half like a rage doll, her mind and body still abuzz. She felt wonderful and willing, almost dreamlike, and opened her legs again to this woman’s expertise, but when she felt the first insistent pressure of a tongue on her anus, she instinctively flexed against it and let out a surprised and anxious gasp. But this tightening only seemed to make the tongue more determined, and the unexpectedly strange pleasure of it made her loosen its grip and ultimately yield to its firm, wet intrusion. Here eyes, heavy in delirium, met Susan’s, and she now saw deep, dilated pools staring back with pure eagerness behind them. She didn’t understand why exactly her ass was such an object of desire, but it felt good to be one, and it was obviously pleasing in return, and Susan smiled even as her tongue moved in and out.

“Was that your first orgasm from a woman’s mouth?” Katie nodded and said, “From any mouth.”

“And I take it this is the first time your tight little star has been pleasured also?” Another nod, followed by her curling her lips to wet them in an almost indecently childlike manner. “Then I take it you’re enjoying it. Maybe as much as I am?” The girl’s anus was completely relaxed now, easily surrendering to the smooth glide of the lusty invader. It had its own sweet flavor that made Susan drool and moisten it bursa escort bayan that much more. She reached up and began to softly massage Katie’s clit with her thumb, almost idly, watching her docile face as alternate expressions of wonder and satisfaction moved across it. She really was a rather plain girl, she thought, even as shapely as she was, and finding her here, in this remarkable position, the object of so much lust, was probably the last thing on her or anyone else’s mind when she left the house this morning.

“Ready for something really different?” Susan willed herself away from Katie’s succulent buffet and climbed up over her, hovering her face inches away as she straddled her left leg over the girl’s right. With one full body motion, both lips descended to meet those of the girls, their mouths drawing to a kiss the moment their pussies touched. It was electric for both of them, and Susan let out a deep, heavy sigh of conquest while Katie echoed a similar, softer exhale from the side of subservience. Susan slowly began to grind as their tongues entwined, moving gently at first, but slowly arcing towards a more feverish pitch. When Susan pulled back and sat up to gain better leverage, Katie only gave a wicked, mischievous smile, her mouth open and reaching up in the same manner as her hips. Susan took hold of her left leg and held it against her abdomen, grinding furiously now as they fucked each other with equal ardor.

Susan reached down and took hold of Katie’s hand, lifting it up to her full, swaying breast, instructing her to squeeze. “Play with them, little girl. Play with momma’s tits while you let her have her way with this wonderful young body of yours!” She reached down and gave the same attention to the firm peaches dancing back and forth on Katie’s chest. It was amazing to watch her writhing against the matress beneath her driven by the force of her hips, to see her delicate hands kneading the ample flesh of her breasts, to feel her fingertips brushing her stiff, sensitive nipples. And above all to watch the girl’s face, following her hungry eyes as she pored over her own mature body, seeing her mouth open involuntarily as moan after moan of sweet release came out, to revel in her overall expressions of pleasure and excitement, especially as she let herself quiver and cum against the slick, merciless onslaught of their pussies and thighs and buttocks rubbing against each other.

They both came, fast and hard, clamping their bodies even more tightly together and pounding waves of pleasure coursed through them, emanating from essentially from each others pussy. Susan held on tight to the girl’s thigh as she slowed and allowed the orgasm to dissipate, and gradually eased herself down next to her, keeping her lips in contact with hers a long as she could before collapsing beside her, sweaty and breathless, but only slightly spent.

After this initial massive surge of passion had driven out all the pent up desire of an older woman’s needs and a younger girl’s newfound cravings, they lay together on the cool, damp sheets, caressing and kissing, while Susan picked up her scattered toys one by one, and carefully demonstrated, on herself and her friend, how each one was used, into which places it could fit, and the sensations each one could produce.

“You must be an excellent student,” Susan said as she slid her big black friend into the girl’s prone pussy.

“Uh, sure,” came a panting response. A confused but delirious Katie turned her face against the sheets, looking back from her all-fours position, her shoulders pinned. “What makes you say that now?”

“Because you’re such a quick and obedient learning,” Susan said. “From the very beginning you’ve gone with everything I’ve asked, and by that look on your face you’re very much enjoying it and committing it to memory, I hope.” She urged the dildo in more forcefully just to watch Katie’s glassy eyes roll back in her head and her pretty little mouth open and shut, gasping with pleasure like a fish gulping air.

They fucked each other like this for hours, taking turns driving each other to an endless array of orgasms, merging their bodies together and sweetly probing their secrets with fingers, tongues, and toys, occasionally taking breaks to caress their sweat covered bodies with delicate hands.

Some time around two they got up and showered, and finally around three pm, with a promise to return and two neatly folded checks in her back pocket, Katie kissed Susan goodbye and all but floated down the street, her mind and body changed forever.

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – In this story, we travel back to 1991 & meet 18-year-old Amy, a young woman who behind her pretty face keeps some big secrets, and is constantly frustrated by her twin brother Seth’s ultra controlling religious girlfriend Kelly and her widowed grandfather’s much younger and dim-witted girlfriend Debbie, who just happened to appear when the infirm, elderly man had a substantial lottery win.

But while with Kelly it appears to be a case of what you see is what you get, could there be more to the vapid vulture Debbie than meets the eye?

Find out by reading this amusing and sexy story. All characters and events are fictional, with any similarity to living persons real or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over are involved in any sexual situations.

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Sitting in the back of her parents’ car, 18-year-old Amy Jenkins felt like she had visited her gynecologist and been given a hormone injection that gave her a year’s worth of PMS at once, although her actual time of the month was not due for another two weeks or so.

The pretty and petite girl with long brown hair, a doll-like face with deep brown eyes and a perfect, naturally tanned complexion due to an Italian background on her mother’s side, had had a pretty reasonable day this fine spring Wednesday at the high school on Chicago’s North Shore she attended as a Senior, and from which she would graduate from in two months’ time as part of the Class of 1991.

Between her legs, Amy could feel her panties riding up between the cheeks of her bottom, and the teenager discretely reached down to adjust them through her jeans. However, uncooperative undies while irritating enough were not the main cause of Amy’s annoyance. One source of irritation was in the back of the car with her, the other was awaiting her at their destination this evening.

Glancing into the front of the car, Amy looked at her parents Warren and Fran. Her father drove in silence, her mother sat in the front passenger seat also in silence, their facial expressions apprehensive as they anticipated what awaited them at their destination.

Besides Amy, two of the four people in the back of the car were her brothers, Seth and Josh. The structure of the Jenkins family was quite unusual. In November 1972, Fran had given birth to fraternal twins Amy and Seth and for some 15 years the Jenkins family was a perfect nuclear family – mother, father, son and daughter. Then in 1987, Fran Jenkins found she was late – very late – and woke up feeling very queasy every morning. Other times she would get up in the middle of the night to fix herself peanut butter, celery, grapefruit and pastrami sandwiches. Not surprisingly, early in 1988 Fran at age 41 gave birth to Josh, and Seth and Amy had a baby brother 15 years their junior. This age difference caused embarrassment on several occasions, such as a day at the zoo when Amy and her mother took Josh on an outing, and some people assumed that Amy was a teen mother and Fran the boy’s grandmother.

This evening, young Josh sat in his booster seat opposite Amy playing with a toy robot, the three-year-old blissfully oblivious to the concerns of his parents and his older sister. Amy glanced towards her twin, and saw that as usual he was staring at the object of his affections with a love-sick, dreamy look in his eyes that were brown like those of his twin sister.

The object of Seth’s affections was the first source of Amy’s irritation this evening. Her name was Kelly Crane, and she was a slim and pretty 18-year-old redhead, her long red hair tied back in a pony-tail with a blue ribbon that matched the color of her eyes. She had enrolled in Seth and Amy’s high school at the start of their junior year, and Amy could only curse the Illinois Education Department and their budget cutting measures. The neighboring high school Kelly had previously attended had a declining attendance, so the decision was made to close the school and redistribute the students to the three adjacent high schools. On the first day of junior year the newly arrived Kelly looked at Seth, Seth looked at Kelly and that was it, love at first sight.

In his younger years, Seth and his friends had always loved science fiction, and when Kelly arrived on the scene, Amy sarcastically thought that maybe she came from a galaxy far, far away, rather than a neighboring North Shore suburb. But Kelly was no science fiction fan, in fact quite the opposite. The only books, TV shows and movies Kelly was interested in were connected with one book, possibly the most famous book in the world.

Kelly’s father was the Minister of a fundamentalist Christian church, and Kelly – the second eldest of six kids – believed every word of the Bible was literally true. The girl was convinced that the Earth was only 6000 years old, and simply dismissed as imaginary irksome things such as dinosaurs, trilobites, wooly mammoths, sabre tooth cats and Neanderthal men that might have cast doubt on her beliefs, despite fossil evidence to bursa escort prove their existence.

Kelly arrived at her new school with a younger brother and sister, two cousins and a posse of friends from the closed high school, all fundamentalist Christians, and a new Christian clique immediately made its presence felt in the school. Seth was so besotted by Kelly, following her around like a dog with its tongue hanging out, that he was immediately drawn into this group away from his existing circle of friends, and was soon attending bible study and prayer meetings, promoting abstinence, assisting his girlfriend in getting the popular board game Dungeons and Dragons banned at the school, and handing out religious pamphlets to other students as they arrived for school.

The most significant trait of Kelly was that she thought everything in life – good, bad or indifferent – was caused by the will of God. Tonight was no exception. “Didn’t Our Lord provide us with such a beautiful spring day?” Kelly asked.

“He sure did,” Seth agreed.

Amy stifled a sigh and stared out the car window to disguise her eye-roll. The reason Chicago had had such a nice spring day was due to favorable weather conditions over Illinois and Lake Michigan, not due to the will of a higher power. And of course, love-sick Seth had to agree with everything Kelly said. If Kelly said that an orange was blue and a lemon was purple, Seth would agree.

Still, at least Kelly’s opinion on the weather was minor compared to some of the opinions Amy had heard the girl express. Several weeks earlier, Amy and her best friend, a pretty 18-year-old Jewish girl named Gretchen Goldstein were in the girls’ room, both feeling the worse for wear as they had their periods and bad menstrual cramps. As they were standing at the sinks taking some tablets to try to alleviate this, in walked Kelly who was also at this stage in her monthly cycle. The pretty redhead said as she swallowed her own period pain tablets that it was God’s will that determined when women got their periods, and that any discomfort that they suffered during this time of the month was due to His testing of their faith. Amy and Gretchen tended to believe that this was caused by the fact that they and Kelly had all failed to fall pregnant during their current menstrual cycles and they were shedding the linings that had formed on the walls of their uteruses, but obviously Kelly knew more.

Again, Amy watched Kelly and Seth strengthen their hand hold and stare at each other with dreamy eyes, and wished that she had a bucket close handy in case she threw up from all the saccharine. The teenager could also see by looking into the front of the car that her parents were not so thrilled by their son’s choice of girlfriend, and the tight controlling hold she had over Seth. But as much as Amy disliked the fact that her twin brother was under the spell of his girlfriend, he was not the only male in her family to become completely besotted by a pretty girl in recent times. The other man was her paternal grandfather Stan. It was to his house, for his seventy-ninth birthday where they were headed. And there waiting for them would be his girlfriend Debbie, the second female who was causing Amy such irritation on this otherwise pleasant Chicago evening.

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As a child and younger teenager Amy had loved visiting her grandparents on both sides. Her maternal grandparents, slightly younger than her paternal grandparents, she and Seth always called ‘Nonno and Nonna’ due to their Italian background, were really enjoying their retirement, both fit and active, loving spending time with their adult children and grandchildren.

Until several years ago, Seth and Amy had always enjoyed spending time with their paternal grandparents Stan and Mary. But early in 1989, Grandma Mary was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and was gone within six weeks. The death of his wife of so many years sent Stan’s own health into a downward spiral, and within months he had changed from a sensible, competent and independent senior citizen into a frail, forgetful and doddering old man who could barely remember his own name some days, and other days would believe he was in the past. On more than one occasion Stan believed he was still a GI storming the beaches of Normandy during D-Day in 1944, rather than a retiree in suburban Chicago in 1989.

Like many elderly people with aged-related health problems, Stan became stubborn and difficult to reason with, and resisted any attempts by his adult sons and daughters to help him. Totally against moving to an aged care facility or even going to live with relatives, the old man would put on a convincing act to doctors that he was perfectly okay, and fine to live alone.

One thing Stan did remember was the same combination of numbers he and his late wife had always chosen for the lottery that they had played every week for years, never winning more than fifty dollars. He never forgot to buy a lottery ticket, although one day he did forget his way home from the shopping center escort bursa less than a mile from his house after buying a ticket and ended up in Joliet, running out of gas in the middle of a major intersection. Fortunately Stan did find his way home okay after buying the Christmas 1989 ticket. And the winner of four million dollars was Stan Jenkins.

The Jenkins family were not any less worried about the old man now that he was a multi-millionaire, in fact they worried about him all the more. The four million dollar prize was deposited into a low interest savings account at the bank, but Stan did not change his ways and steadfastly refused to listen to the advice of well-meaning family members. Despite having the money to pay professionals Stan decided to re-paint the exterior of his house himself, retrieving from the garage dried out brushes and many different colored cans of paint –some water-based, others oil-based – containing dregs that were decades old and making the exterior of the dwelling look like it had been covered in graffiti by a color-blind clown. The only ones who were forced to spend money were Warren and his brother, fixing up the mess their father had made of his house.

Pleas by Warren, his brother and two sisters to their father to spend some of the money to move to an assisted living facility for the elderly all fell upon deaf ears. Then, as if by magic, along came Debbie and suddenly Stan had no problem spending his wealth.

Warren turned into the street where his father’s house was located, and looked at his wife. “I don’t know what to be more worried about, Fran,” he said. “That things won’t be different, or that things will be different.”

Fran gave her husband a sardonic smile. “With your father and Debbie, anything is possible.”

“I think it’s wonderful that Jesus sent Debbie to your father to keep him company in his older years,” commented Kelly.

Again, Amy rolled her eyes discretely. Of course Kelly thought Debbie’s arrival was due to higher intervention, not a mooching and dim-witted young woman seeing a senile elderly man with a four million dollar bank balance as an easy meal ticket and moving in like a hyena or vulture scavenging on the body of a dead wildebeest on the African plains.

“Well, the house is still standing and Dad hasn’t tried painting it again,” observed Warren as the house came into sight, and the lack of any other cars indicated that they were the first to arrive.

“But that’s new,” said Fran, pointing at what stood further up the driveway, the jaws of Amy and her parents falling open in shock at the boat that sat on a trailer. Atop the boat stood Stan Jenkins, the elderly man wearing a sea captain’s hat and staring vacantly out into the darkness.

“I have a really bad feeling about this,” said Warren, as he got out of the car, stress showing on his face and looked up at his father. Stan failed to acknowledge the presence of his son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren and older grandson’s girlfriend.

“Um hi Dad, happy birthday, what are you doing up there?” Warren asked his father uncertainly. His father, even when younger and competent, had never expressed any desire to own a boat. And while Debbie never had any problems convincing Stan to spend money upon her, such as her expensive car that was parked in the garage, jewelry and many, many clothes, a boat really didn’t seem like the sort of thing she would want either.

“I’m sailing my new boat,” Stan announced proudly.

“I see that,” said Warren. “So, how long have you had your new boat?”

“We bought it this Monday,” came a young female voice, high-pitched and girlish, everyone turning to see Debbie exit the front door of the house and walk towards the family. A reasonably tall and stunningly attractive girl, 23-year-old Debbie possessed the classic Midwestern look of long blonde hair, styled with a prominent fringe, big blue eyes and a perfect fair complexion. She wore a light blue tee-shirt that accentuated her large breasts, and on her bottom half a pair of black stirrup pants that showed off her shapely legs and buttocks, the stirrups tight around Debbie’s bare feet. Amy could not help noticing when Debbie got closer that her tight leggings also showed the young woman’s panty lines and the indentation of her vagina at the front.

“Having fun up there, sweetie?” Debbie called to Stan, the young woman giving the old man a wave.

“Oh yes, lots,” agreed Stan, continuing to stare out across the street. “I sailed it on Lake Michigan yesterday.”

“Hi Warren and Fran,” said Debbie in her high-pitched voice. “Hi kids!”

“Hello Debbie,” said Warren, maintaining an even tone. “I have to ask, what is the story with the boat?”

“Stan thought it would be a good idea to buy it,” said Debbie. “So, here it is.”

The other members of the Jenkins family strongly doubted this, but Stan was so forgetful it would be difficult to ascertain the truth. Still standing on the boat, the elderly man stared vacantly into the night skies, before blurting out, bursa escort bayan “Michael Jordan sold us the boat.”

“Michael Jordan? The basketball player?” asked a disbelieving Warren.

“That’s right, he did,” Debbie asserted to Stan, before turning to Warren and Fran. “He didn’t really, the boat salesman just looked like Michael Jordan.”

“Please tell me that Stan didn’t take the boat out on Lake Michigan?” asked Fran, thinking of the horrors this could cause.

“No, my stepfather Jim took the boat out and me, my Mom, my best friend Vanessa and Stan were passengers,” said Debbie. “Jim loves sailing and fishing. In fact, the boat is half an investment.”

“Half an investment?” Warren, who worked in finance knew Debbie was not well versed in this field, and her only grasp of obtaining money was leaching off a senile, elderly man with a substantial bank balance. So what was the brainless blonde bimbo on about now, talking about ‘half investments?’

“I mean, it’s half our boat and half Jim’s boat,” said Debbie. “In fact, it was Jim who said what a good idea it would be to buy a boat, and he said he’d pay half the money towards it when he gets his tax refund.”

Warren, Fran and Amy all exchanged a glance. It made sense now. What wasn’t clear was whether dim-witted Debbie had been conned herself, or was in on the scheme with her stepfather, but getting to the truth would be difficult. Not because Debbie was a great liar, but because she was too stupid to hold a proper conversation with.

Seth and Kelly did not exchange the glance of Seth’s parents and sister, as they were too busy staring into each other’s eyes as they held hands. Three-year-old Josh of course had no understanding of any of this, and was more interested in his toy robot and the children’s book his mother had given him to keep him occupied.

“Why don’t you all come inside?” Debbie said, leading the way towards the front door. Stan made no attempt to get down from the boat, the old man continuing to stare vacantly into space.

“Um Dad, why don’t you come with us?” Warren suggested, his father either purposely ignoring the suggestion or having no concept of his son standing right there.

“Oh, he’s fine up there, he loves it, don’t you Stan?” asked Debbie. The elderly man nodded in agreement. “See, he’s fine,” the young woman asserted.

“Yes, but what about when he has to get down from there?” Fran asked. She knew her easily-confused father-in-law was physically frail, and getting down the ladder to the ground would be very difficult for a man in such poor health.

Debbie shrugged indifferently. “He’s never had any problems getting down. He’ll come down when he’s good and ready.”

With some reluctance, Warren and Fran followed their hostess inside, Warren guiding Josh and Fran carrying a cake in a box, followed by the teenagers.

“I hope you’re hungry, because I’ve been cooking all afternoon,” said Debbie.

Again, the Jenkins family looked at each other, wondering what horrors this could entail. Debbie showed very few talents in life, and cooking was definitely not among them.

“Do you like Chinese food?” Debbie asked.

“Um, yes,” said Warren, his voice full of uncertainty. A tall blonde Midwestern girl could not look more out of place preparing Asian food.

“Good, you’ll love my home-made sushi and sukiyaki then,” Debbie asserted.

The frustrated Fran spoke up. “Debbie, you do realize that sushi and sukiyaki are from Japan and not China, don’t you?”

Debbie stared back at her with a confused, vacant expression in her blue eyes as her mind tried to piece things together. “Aren’t they the same thing?” the young woman eventually responded.

“No, definitely not,” said Fran. She stifled a sigh. A little thing called the Second World War was irrefutable proof that Japan and China were not one and the same.

Again, the Jenkins family could see Debbie trying to slowly piece things together in her mind. “But they’re both Asian,” the girl finally said.

“Yes, they are both in Asia,” said Fran, pondering how long she could last before losing her patience. When younger, Fran’s brother had been an Italian Casanova-type, picking up one girl after another, many of them not overly blessed with brains. And as a school services officer, Fran had met plenty of dumb people in her job – kids, parents and even teachers who had somehow obtained their teaching diplomas – but nothing to rival dopey Debbie. “But they are completely different countries.”

“Oh,” said Debbie. The blonde thought again. “Is that like us and Canadia?”

Amy put her hand over her mouth to suppress laughter at the way Debbie had mispronounced the country to their northern border. One thing was for sure, if Debbie did visit ‘Canadia’ she wouldn’t want to use that pronunciation to a group of lumberjacks or ice hockey fans.

“Yes,” said Fran tersely, as Debbie’s attention – limited at best – turned to Josh.

“You just get bigger and taller every time I see you,” said Debbie, bending over to pat the small boy on his head. With Debbie’s back to the other family members, Amy was unable to avoid seeing the oval shape of Debbie’s pussy through the tight fabric of her stirrup pants.

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During the next days Désirée tried to avoid looking at the camera with lust when she could, but often it was impossible as it gave her so much more pleasure. She also couldn’t resist masturbating with every dildo at home while imagining Marshall looking directly at her. She imagined him sitting next to her bed while some guy fucked her and came inside her.

She did manage to appear as carefree as before, but it wasn’t easy while he tended to her, whether he was tying her, cleaning her, untying her or bringing her anything to eat or drink. She wanted to throw him hints but was afraid he’d just take it as playful flirting or reject her outright.

Marshall managed to get some semblance of control over himself through fantasising about Désirée and masturbating before going to work to relieve the worst urges. He managed to keep their conversations light-hearted and joke around, and showed interest in her further study of mathematics.

When she showed her certificate and her high score from her exam he felt really proud of her and their tight hug felt great. She looked extra happy during her shift and he had a tray of small cakes delivered to celebrate it with everyone under the guise of just feeling like treating everyone on the shift today.

He gave Désirée a wink when he told the lie during their break and she had trouble containing her glee and keep from hugging him tight once more.

She kept her eyes fixed on the camera most of the time during the rest of the shift and Marshall felt like she was looking at him directly, fuelling his arousal. Bob and Stuart had noticed how much she was looking at the camera and joked about what Marshall might have done to make her try to seduce him. He just joked that she likes to pretend to act in a bad porn movie.

***

Désirée had tried to suppress her desire during the shift to tell him how turned on she became from knowing he watched her and how much she wanted to feel him inside her. Her last customer had just left and her heart raced thinking about Marshall coming to release her and clean her up. Her mind kept coming back to her fantasy of him fucking her and she felt her whole body and face turn hot when he came into her room.

He had acted casual but she could still see the bulge in his pants despite it being hidden while he got the chair and sat a bit sideways while attending her. She avoided looking at it but it laid heavy on her mind.

Marshall could no longer avoid his body from expressing its desire for Désirée and tried to act casual and subtly tried to hide his erection. His heart beat harder when he saw her wet pussy though and it took effort to not shove his dick inside her and release his own seed in her.

‘You had a good time.’ he said, watching her tremble while he flushed her pussy.

She nodded, the shivers from the pressure of the water inside her preventing her from speaking.

‘I’m glad to see you can satisfy your addiction while all those men take you.’

She wanted to say she wasn’t totally satisfied with just that anymore but she nodded again, smiling softly.

He put the cleaning device aside, then stood up to untie her wrists. She fixed her gaze upon his pants and could no longer contain herself. She had to tell him, even if he’d reject her and their friendship ended.

‘Marshall..?’

He looked down at her, her eyes looking up at him in worry. His heart altyazı porno sank at the thought she had seen his erection and tell him she didn’t like him being turned on by her. ‘Yes..?’ he asked, his hands resting on her wrists.

She swallowed. ‘Will you fuck me please? Just for once?’

His heart stopped while he stared into her pleading eyes. His mind raced to replay the sounds coming out of her mouth several times to make sure he hadn’t misheard her question. ‘Fuck, you?’

A tear fell down her cheek, afraid as she was to hear his answer but relieved to finally come out in the open. ‘You must think I’m a disgusting slut to ask you to fuck me, but I can’t stop thinking about you taking me at the end of my shift.’ she said and looked away. ‘If you want me gone now, I understand.’

He couldn’t believe what he heard. But her behaviour in the last week made sense now. His own behaviour started to make sense now.

The silence tortured her. He lowered his hands and she expected him to leave her room and have someone else untie her and to never see him again. She almost didn’t register the sound of his fly being undone but when she looked at it her eyes grew big as he took out his big erection, the inside of his foreskin’s tip wet.

She looked up at his face and found a warm smile. Her eyes found his and her heart rate shot up, then peaked as the tip of his dick split her pussy and she felt his heat sliding into her, sending so much shivers through her body she almost lost her mind.

Her wet and tight slit felt better than any he had before. The thought of how many men had been in there and how much pleasure she had derived from it made his dick ache from the blood pressure. He moved slowly inside her, indulging in the sensation squeezing him.

She kept her eyes on his, breathing heavy while she experienced the best sensation any dick had given her. She loved getting her pussy filled with a dick, but his gave her something more. She wanted to feel him inside her many more times and hoped this wouldn’t be the only time and tensed her whole abdomen to give him the best pleasure she could give him.

He could feel her body tremble through his dick and see her happy and lustful expression on her face. Her eyes drew him in and he pressed slow but hard and deep inside her. The touch of her womb against his tip made his whole dick twitch every time and his desire to fill her with his seed increase.

She sensed the tension in his dick and his heavier breathing and knew he’d be coming soon, making her whole body itch with anticipation. She wanted to overflow with his seed.

With one more thrust and a pulse of electricity shooting through the tip of his dick when it pressed hard against her womb, his balls fired their hot load inside her in a climax that had him tremble all over with a deep sigh.

The sensation of his seed shooting deep inside her and seemingly forcing its way into her womb made her squirm in the best climax she had ever had. The wave after wave of shivers from pleasure made her squeal while they still kept their eyes locked on each other.

Their bodies revelled while his dick squirted out the last of his load with every hard throb. He breathed deep through his nose while drinking in the satisfaction showing in her eyes. She saw the warmth in his eyes and knew that no matter what he’d do with her, amatör porno she’d be his from now on and no man who’d fuck her could take her away from him.

He caressed her cheek. ‘I could never think of you as a disgusting slut. You are the most exciting girl I’ve ever seen and you may think I’m weird, but thinking about all those dicks thrusting in your pussy and seeing your satisfied face when you get fucked turns me on more than anything.’

She smiled brightly at him. ‘You don’t mind that I need to be fucked so much by other men to still my needs?’

He shook his head slowly. ‘Seeing you happy and flush with desire is the best thing, and I’d like to do this more often if you’ll let me.’

‘Yes!’ she said, pulling on her restraints, wanting to hug him tight. ‘Yes! Yes!’

He chuckled, quickly releasing her wrists and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He returned her passion and they locked their tongues and kissed until they needed to take a breath. He untied her legs and kissed her again for as long as they could hold their breath.

When he pulled back she grabbed the front of his shirt, looking a little sad. ‘I don’t want to let you go.’

He chuckled and caressed her breasts with his fingers, teasing her hard nipples with his thumbs. ‘I wish I could keep my dick inside you as well, but it’ll have to come out if you’d like to come to my place for dinner.’

Her bright smile returned. ‘I can come with you?’

‘You didn’t think I could just say good night and see you tomorrow now, did you?’

A few tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks.

He leaned closer and kissed them away. ‘Hey now, no crying.’ he said, smiling softly at her. ‘They might think I’ve been abusing you.’

She chuckled and took his hands to put them on her breasts. ‘How could they when all I can do is smile?’

He gave her another kiss and squeezed her breasts lightly. ‘Come.’ he said and slid his still hard dick regretfully out of her. ‘Beside dinner I’d also like to take a shower with you.’

She nodded and she tucked his dick back into his pants. ‘I’ll unpack it at your place then.’

He smiled and helped her put on her robe after she declined to be cleaned by him. ‘I want to keep your seed in me.’ she said.

They walked out the door only to find Stuart, Zafira, Melissa and two of the other girls waiting for them in the hallway.

‘Well, well.’ said Stuart, his arms folded in front of his chest. ‘How the mighty have fallen.’

‘Damn, Désirée.’ said Zafira with a smirk. ‘You’ll have to tell me how you did that so I can have a shot at him too.’

‘We all wanted a shot at him.’ Melissa chuckled. ‘Or rather said, a shot of him.’

‘Then you’ll all have to wait at least until tomorrow for an answer.’ Marshall said, putting his arm around Désirée’s waist and pulling her close. ‘We’re going home for a shower and a bite to eat now.’

The others went down with them to the dressing room while prying more information out of the two of them, then waved them off when they left for home, warning them everyone at the centre will want to get answers when they come back.

Désirée and Marshall had barely stepped inside his apartment when she undressed him and stroked his dick. He undressed her and they slipped into the shower where he pressed her against the cool wall and slid his dick inside her again, animasyon porno fucking her slowly while kissing her.

The cool hard sensation at her back and his hot body against her front made the shivers caused by his dick feel even better. The sound of their deep breaths were barely masked by the running water. Her gaze was locked onto his and they both could taste each other’s desire. He pinned her wrists to the wall, pressing his chest against her breasts, feeling her hard nipples prick against his skin.

She squeezed his dick hard with her pussy with each thrust inside her, milking him for his seed as waves of pleasure surged through her. She sensed the twitching in his dick and sighed as her own climax of irresistible shivers was triggered by the stream of his seed filling her. They kept kissing while his dick throbbed inside her, sending more shivers through her body.

After a long time they started washing each other while keeping their private parts locked as long as possible. Only when they had no choice did they pull apart with regret, then hurried to finish their shower and start on their late night dinner.

She helped him in the kitchen and since they both stayed naked she took every opportunity to touch his dick and he to touch her breasts, pussy and tush. They felt playful and ate dinner while he leaned back on his couch and she straddled him with his dick inside her.

‘I could eat like this every time.’ she said, giving his dick a little squeeze.

‘Well,’ he said and made his dick twitch for her pleasure. ‘it would mean having to live together, if that doesn’t scare you.’

Her eyes grew big. ‘You wouldn’t mind living with me?’

He smiled softly at her. ‘Why would I mind?’

She looked a little down. ‘I mean, no matter how you look at it, I’m still a whore and what would people say when they saw you walking around with me? Especially customers.’

He put his plate aside and cupped her cheeks, making her look at him. ‘Would you stay next to me and sleep every night with me if you could?’

She nodded.

‘Then they’re the ones who can only give you a moment of pleasure for your benefit, and I’m the one you come home to to fill in the rest of your needs and see you happy.’ he said. ‘And that’s all that matters.’

She almost dropped her plate as she held it aside to kiss him.

After a few moments she pulled back with a big smile. ‘Promise me to tell me when anything about me bothers you.’ she said. ‘I’ll do anything to make you happy with me.’

He smiled back at her. ‘You’re doing a great job so far.’

Désirée rode Marshall slowly into another shared climax before going to bed where he spooned her with his dick inside her. The next morning they just gazed in each other’s eyes for a while, then without needing a word she rolled on her back while he moved between her legs, pulling up her knees to her chest and sliding his hot dick inside her quivering and hungry pussy, fucking her slowly without breaking the lock on their gaze and giving her her first squirming climax of the day when he shot his stream of seed inside her.

‘I’m going to watch you get fucked so much again today.’ he said, stroking his fingers gently through her pony and making her pussy tingle more with anticipation. ‘Watch your happy face as your pussy gets filled with dicks and seed and all the pleasure you want. And when they’re done I’ll fill you again with my dick and fuck you every waking moment until it’s their turn again.’

Désirée felt goosebumps rise all over her body and squirmed a little. ‘Oh gods, fuck me again because I can’t wait to have you come inside me at the end of the shift!’

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It started out to be the perfect Saturday. I had planned to wash and wax the car then head over to the local watering hole to watch the big game on their giant screen TV. Things didn’t quite work out as I planned although I certainly didn’t have any complaints about the outcome.

Shortly after I got up it started to pour. Now I didn’t mind that I didn’t have to do the car, but the bar wasn’t going to open for another two hours. “Oh well,” I thought, “guess I’ll just get dressed and see what’s on TV.

“Crap,” I muttered to myself upon opening the top drawer in my dresser. “Out of underwear again, I guess I have no choice now but to wash clothes.” I absolutely hated to do my wash. I had to share the only washer and dryer with the other residents of my building. That meant lugging my clothes all the way from my second floor apartment down to the basement, then back up again. It seemed like half the time I went down there would be someone else in the middle of doing their wash. Then I’d have to decide whether to wait around for them to finish or just put it off for a day or two. Sometimes I’d go back down several times to check on the other resident’s wash only to find that they obviously had started it then left the building for some reason, thereby tying up the machine for what seemed like an entire day.

“Oh well,” I said, “better get going.” I grabbed my first hamper of clothes and a handful of quarters and headed down to the basement. I was thinking about how I could manage to go longer without washing. Underwear had always been my Achilles heel when it came to washing. I thought when I went from seven pairs of underwear to fourteen I’d be satisfied. But now even fourteen didn’t satisfy me.

I couldn’t help but think of one of my college roommates, Timmy Webb. I thought, “I wonder if ‘Hash-Mark’ is still up to his old tricks.” He hated to wash even more than I did. His solution doubled the number of days he could hold out, and it didn’t cost him a red cent. He’d wear his underwear one day the regular way, and then turn them inside out the next day. And remember, back in those days everyone wore white cotton briefs so you can imagine the sight of him walking around the dorm in his underwear. Timmy was very proud of his nickname.

I got my first load of clothes going then went back upstairs to watch some TV. Flipping through the 524 channels on my new satellite dish, it was hard to believe I couldn’t find anything I wanted to watch. I decided to dig up some of my titty mags from my younger days. It had been a long time since I had gazed at the retro beauties!

Memories came rushing back fast though, as I turned each page. I had bought tons of magazines that were devoted to big breasted babes. That was one of my downfalls. I was addicted to big tits! Most of the women I’d dated were a lot of fun and some were real knockouts, but they all had at best average breasts, not like the big breasted babes in my fantasies.

I spread the mags out on the coffee table and was starting to get really turned on, skimming the pages full of buxom babes. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy cotton gym shorts. I wore them to sleep in too because I could easily slide my hand up the leg and stroke my cock. I was in no hurry to spew so I leisurely grazed my finger along the bottom of my cock, then across the head and down the top. I would get myself real hard then back off. It was a great thrill to prolong my orgasm as long as I could.

Within minutes, I was turning pages with one hand while the other was gently stroking my cock. The rain was really pouring down now, with flashes of lightning filling the skies. It felt so great jacking off while I dreamt of waking up to a pair of huge tits hanging over my head.

I was pretty damn horny now so I decided to move on from titty mags and popped a fuck flick in the VCR and settled down on the coach for some fun. This one was about this guy interviewing an assortment of babes who would describe their sexual encounters to him in great detail. Of course, being a fuck flick, after a minute or so of the interview the scene would break away to show what she had been describing. It was cool because I could still hear the interview in progress and the action on the screen.

The first scene involved a secretary hd porno who was telling the interviewer about what a great job she had. Her boss had a small construction business and he would go out into the field for hours a day to check on the jobs in progress. She was normally alone in the office and was there primarily to answer the phone. Of course, being the hot babe she was, she took advantage of the opportunity to perform on a web cam for her boyfriend while on the phone with him.

I sat, watching her in her chair squeezing her clit while plunging three fingers deep inside her pussy. It was starting to get to me. While watching fuck flicks I would sometimes go for hours before finally spewing my hot, creamy cum in sync with some hot stud. I especially liked to wait for tit-fucking scenes and imagine myself there driving my cock in and out of her delicious cleavage until I was ready to pop. Finally I’d pull back from that heavenly cocoon, stroke my cock, and direct my huge pulsating pecker onto her heaving hooters. Blasting away, I shot a couple of loads onto one mound then took aim at the other. Back and forth, load after load, for minutes on end, until her huge tits were covered with an icy coating that reminded me of those delicious donuts I’d have as a kid after church on Sunday mornings.

Opening my eyes I saw that our secretary was caught wet handed by the unexpected return of her boss. His hands had a grip on her head as he thrust his huge cock in and out of her receptive mouth. “Mmm,” I said, “looks like someone’s going to get a mouthful of cum there.”

Glancing up at the clock I realized that my first load of clothes was done. “Crap,” I said out loud, “I was really getting into this fuck flick too.” I hit the pause button and headed back to the basement, my hard cock causing my shorts to stick out like a circus tent.

I quickly scooted down to the basement, intent on putting the clothes into the dryer and getting another load going in the wash then back upstairs to pick up where I left off in the video. I got there, opened the dryer door, and, to my despair, it was full of clothes. “Oh well, not that many in here,” I thought to myself, “I’ll just fold them quickly then get back upstairs.”

I soon saw that it was woman’s clothing and, to my delight, found it to be full of underwear. I have to say, I’ve always had a thing for women’s underwear. I think it was mostly the feel of it, and I especially loved the satin finish. Immediately a huge smile blossomed on my face as I thought of the new neighbor in the apartment below me. She was about my age and had just moved in about a month earlier. I’d only seen her couple of times and never close up. “Let’s see what her underwear would tell me about her,” I thought.

The dryer was mostly full of panties, lots of nice colors, black, red, green, pink, all very lovely and oh so smooth to the touch. I brought an especially silky to my face and gave it a whiff, then drug it over my face. What a nice feel they had!

Reaching inside the dryer again, I pulled out a bra which left no doubt that my neighbor indeed liked sexy lingerie. I lovingly fingered her silky bra with one hand while I held her panties under my nose with the other.

My cock twitched and I thought to myself, “What the fuck, go for it!” so I quickly dropped my shorts and wrapped her panties around my throbbing prick. As I raised her bra I noticed the tag inside, and yelled, “Yesssss, 36DD! Big tits!”

That was nearly enough to make me cum right there! I put her bra over my face and began stroking my cock with her panties. I totally loved the feel of the silky panties as I drug them up and down my cock. My cock grew harder and harder as I really got into it. Arching my hips, I knew it wouldn’t be long. Just another couple of strokes and I would blow my load.

“What a fucking pervert!” I heard a woman yell. I turned towards the stairs, still jacking my cock. My neighbor was standing there with a clothes basket in her hands. Her eyes widened as she looked at my cock. I just kept stroking away and before I knew it, my cock twitched and great gobs of thick white cream spewed and splattered right in front of her. Load after load spewed out making a puddle at her feet.

My neighbor just stood japon porno there, her mouth opened wide. I pulled up my shorts and muttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there.”

“Obviously,” she replied. She just shook her head though and then started to laugh. “I don’t know whether I should be insulted or delighted.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I replied.

“I wonder if the landlord knows what a pervert he’s got living in his building,” she said.

“No!” I yelled, “You wouldn’t tell him would you?”

“I’m seriously thinking about it,” she replied.

“Please,” I pleaded, “there must be something I can do to convince you not to do that isn’t there?”

She stood there for a minute, then walked over to the dryer, shut the door then jumped up on top. Spreading her legs, she said, “Let’s see you convince me!”

I couldn’t believe it. I walked over to her and said, “Let’s take these shorts off.”

As I slipped my fingers in the waist band of her shorts she lifted up her butt long enough for me to slide them off. I looked at her and said, “I think I’ll be more convincing if we get these panties off too!”

“By all means,” she replied.

I removed them with her help and then, as she leaned back against the dryer, I gazed with utter joy at the feast before me. I grabbed her leg near then knee and kissed her leg. As my lips made contact I heard a hiss escape her lips. I began licking my way along the inside of her thigh. As I neared her pussy I switched to the other leg and repeated the process. I heard her sigh and looked up towards her.

Sensing that I was about to speak, she held her finger up to her mouth and said, “Shhh, convince me, lick my pussy.”

I put my hands under her butt and lifted her close to the edge of the dryer top. As I bent over towards her she leaned back further, put her feet on my shoulders and spread her legs wide. I could feel the heat coming off her now wet pussy and I was determined to give her the best orgasm of her life.

I started out very slowly, gently blowing air on her soft hair. Then I nibbled at the insides of her thighs until she was grabbing my head and pulling it towards her dripping gash. Her juices were really flowing freely now as I slid my tongue up from the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy with long slow strokes, parting the silky fleece and jabbing at her swollen clit. I let my hands roam across her belly until I found her big delectable boobs. With my tongue doing aerobics in her snatch, I traced circles around her hard nips through the thin fabric of her bra and shirt with my fingers.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” she yelled, “suck my pussy!”

Her breath started to come in gasps now as I drove my tongue deep into her steamy pussy. I pulled on her erect nipples as she thrashed about. I then took her clit between my lips and squeezed it hard, then sucked it into my mouth. My tongue strummed back and forth across her clit, and I could feel it getting harder there in my mouth.

Her breathing was becoming much more pronounced now, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d explode. I took three fingers and drove them deep into her hot twat. She started to hump my hand with wild abandon now as I continued strumming her clit. Just as she was getting close to cumming, I removed my fingers and planted my mouth over her pussy.

I drove my tongue deep inside her honey pie and began lapping at the stream of juices that were more than I could handle. I slide my tongue down beneath her pussy, scooping up as much pussy nectar as I could. I then slid down further and spread her butt cheeks to gather up her cream that had settled there. After that I headed north, and just about buried my face in her snatch. My tongue went wild now, digging side to side and deep to give that pussy of hers a major workout.

“I’m almost there now,” she yelled, “make me cum!”

I pressed forward even more and jammed my tongue in as deep as I possibly could. She erupted with such a loud “Yessssssssssssssss, I’m cumming!” that I thought for sure the whole town would hear her scream of ecstasy!

Her hands pulled at my hair as wave after wave of intense pleasure overcame her. My face felt like someone had turned a hose on it! Her nectar was spraying lezbiyen porno all over me, and I was having trouble licking it all up! Her ass bucked up forcing my face even deeper into her wet pussy! Finally, with soft animal cries whimpering in her throat she calmed down.

I helped her off the dryer and asked, “Well?”

“Damn, that was good” she said. “Take those shorts off and hop up here sweetie; I want to get a close up look at that cock of yours!”

“Gladly,” I replied as I quickly removed my shorts and took a seat on the dryer.

My cock was already at half mast as she grabbed a pair of panties from the hamper and wrapped them around my cock so that the head was exposed. Looking up at me she said, “How do you like it baby?”

I replied, “Very softly ok. Just barely touch my cock with the panties, almost like a whisper.”

“You got it,” she answered. She began doing just as I’d asked; stroking ever so gently and in just a minute my cock was fully erect and throbbing. She bent over and I could feel my cock twitch as she began giving it a tongue bath. Damn, she was good, licking the head of my cock with that electric tongue, while continuing to pump my cock with those silky panties. I could feel some precum ooze from my cock, then watched in awe as she gathered it up with her tongue, then probed the tip of my cock for more.

She took her other hand and began massaging my balls, squeezing them gently then lifting them. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this treatment. She looked up at me, grabbed my balls and said, “We’re not going to waste this load of cum.”

She released my cock, pulled her shirt over her head then unsnapped her bra. I knew I was in heaven now as those bodaciously big breasts of her spilled into view. She took them each in a hand, and began massaging them. With her finger tip she tweaked the nipple a few times until each stood at attention. She looked at me and said, “Like these tits lover?”

I sat there speechless, my mouth agape just nodding in affirmation until she said, “These puppies are in need a protein treatment.”

She bent over and gave my cock a few slurpy licks then moved forward so that my cock was pressing against her chest. She took a tit in each hand and wrapped them around my cock until it was firmly nestled between her magnificent mammary mounds. I started to slide my cock back and forth between those big boobs but she said, “You relax baby and get ready to give me a big load of cum, I’ll do all the work.”

She started to jack my cock with her huge globes, playing with her nipples as she did. Her tits were so huge that the head of my cock would barely peek out between them on the upstroke. Squeezing her huge hooters tightly around my cock she would vary the speed, sometimes moving them oh so slowly up and down my cock, then speeding up pistoning them up and down in rapid fire motion.

Soft firm tit flesh had me encased and I was fast approaching climax. My balls tightened, and my cock head was turning fiery red when she leaned forward and slipped her hot mouth over the head. That did it for me and I yelled, “I’m cumming!”

She pulled back and held her tits together awaiting her reward. Gobs of hot cum erupted from my cock and spewed over her tits. She moved them from side to side, making sure that each would receive equal treatment. I couldn’t believe I was here reenacting the scene from my video, coating my neighbor’s titantic tits with my cream. Finally, as my orgasm started to subside she took a hard nipple and pushed it against the tip of my prick extracting the last few drops of lotion.

She stood up and said, “Mmmm, this is what I needed.”

She began rubbing my cum into her tits, covering every square inch with my luscious protein. As she finished she slowly stuck each of her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. When she got to the last one she stopped inches from her mouth, then offered it to me saying, “This one’s yours!”

I sucked her finger into my mouth tasting my own cum. Damn this woman was hot! I couldn’t believe my good fortune.

We each got dressed and I helped her gather her clothes from the dryer.

I looked at her with a smile, and said, “Well did I convince you?”

She replied, “Mmm, I think you’re going to have to try a few more times.” She smiled then turned and walked away. At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped, reached into her clothes hamper, pulled out the pair of panties I had been jacking off with, and threw them to me, saying, “Don’t wear these out too quickly now!”

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He always seemed to bring out the worst in her.

Leaving Ryan’s office, Taylor silently berated herself for firing back at him, thus falling into his trap yet again. It was all in good fun, she knew, but just once, she wanted to walk away the victor. Just once, she wanted to leave him fumbling and flushed, taking with her his ability to form a coherent sentence. Instead, it was always she who fumbled and flushed and tried to walk away on legs that were weak with desire. Each time, she swore, was the last… yet she always searched for a reason to seek him out again.

As frustrating as it was, Taylor craved the tension between them. She wouldn’t admit to herself that it wasn’t one-sided; wouldn’t entertain the idea that Ryan could feel even the slightest attraction toward her that she felt for him. And, oh! Did she feel it for him! So very male, he was, so incredibly sexy did she find his attitude… his seemingly daring side, as evidenced by his love of motorcycles – and more, his sensitive nature that he preferred to keep tucked away. Taylor told herself that what passed between them was mere flirting; should there ever come a day when more was offered, she knew she didn’t have the confidence to go through with it.

Only in her fantasies… Eye contact. It was an essential element of their relationship. Immediate. From the moment they were introduced, her eyes had captivated Ryan. He found himself creating excuses to seek her out. At times, he felt the attraction was on both sides, but for the most part, he guessed her teasing was nothing more than innocent flirting… until her eyes met his. Taylor revealed more with one look than he guessed she might be comfortable with… passion, confidence, humor, desire, and such strength and vulnerability at once.

Ryan wanted her. Her scent was distracting, and the way it lingered in his office each time she passed through drove him to near insanity. He’d been close to her several times, at times out of necessity, but others were well-planned. He often wondered if the heat that passed between them with one glance would also exist in the touch of her hand. Oh, how he wanted to find out.

“Wanna ride?”

Ryan was abruptly pulled from his thoughts by the husky, yet feminine, voice he’d come to recognize. “Come again? I didn’t hear you,” he said.

Again with those eyes. This time they sparkled with laughter and mischief. “That’s because I haven’t… yet. You would definitely hear if I had.” Taylor paused for only a second, to allow a small wave of feminine satisfaction to wash over her as she watched his reaction to her words. His expression never wavered, but the slight flush in his cheeks and the heat flashing in his eyes were unmistakable. Yes! Finally! “What I asked was if you wanted to ride… you know… go for a spin?” She dangled the keys from her fingers, jingling them slightly.

Ryan stared at her hand, transfixed for a moment. He glanced away, then looked back at her and said, “I shouldn’t.”

“Why not? I’m a very good driver… I’ll take it really slow…”

At that, his eyes met hers again, and he knew he didn’t want to say no. Ryan stood and rounded his desk, watching her watch him, not stopping until he was past her. He turned back, leaning close, murmuring softly, “Slow is fine… just fine… to start with.”

It took everything Taylor had not to turn into him at that moment, to not let him see how much she wanted him… craved his touch… but try as she might, she couldn’t control the soft gasp that escaped her lips. Dammit! He’d done it again. Not this time, she thought. Not this time. Turning to leave, she met his eyes, taking in the devilish grin on his face. She swayed toward him, the tips of her breasts brushing his arm. She loved watching the confident smile on his lips falter as he felt her hardened nipples pressing into his flesh. Ignoring the bolt of electricity flowing from her nipples to her stomach, she held his gaze. “Then slow it is, she said as she passed by him. Glancing back over her shoulder, she added, “To start with.”

Oh, God, Ryan thought as he watched her walk out the door… as he watched her hips sway gently with each step. What the hell had he just done? He was crazy to even think of getting into that car with her… but Heaven help him, he was powerless to say no. He followed Taylor outside, excitement igniting his blood as he took in the site of her getting behind the wheel of the red ‘Vette sitting in the lot. She had removed the tops before going into his office, and the windows were down. She turned to watch as he walked to the car; the thought crossed his mind that, quite possibly, he had never seen a site more erotic, more inviting. The look in her eyes told him in was in for one hell of a ride. He slid into the passenger seat, sinking into the rich leather. She smiled at him, asked if he was ready. “More than you could possibly guess,” Ryan replied.

Rather than embarrass herself by hurtling pornhub over the console and making him hers right then and there, Taylor turned her attention to the key in the ignition, gripping it in the hopes that her trembling fingers wouldn’t be noticed. She turned the key, and the engine turned over smoothly. Her fingers curled around the gearshift, and she shifted into reverse. At this point, Ryan wasn’t sure what excited him the most… the deep rumble of the 427 engine, or the way her hand seemed to caress the gearstick as she shifted into drive. She slowly maneuvered the car through the lot, and just as carefully pulled out into the street. Traffic wasn’t heavy, but she continued to keep her speed low. Whether it was because the car was her most prized possession, or because she had every intention of making good on her slow-to-start-with promise, Ryan didn’t know. He began to relax, enjoying the breeze coming in through the windows and open roof, the sun warming his face and arms. The radio was turned down low, too low for him to make out what song was playing, but just loud enough to know that it wasn’t anything he usually listened to.

As they rode through town, they talked a bit about work, and Ryan used the opportunity to study Taylor, liking the way her face became animated as she spoke… the way she kicked off her shoes as she drove, caressing the pedals with the soles of her feet… and more importantly, the way her hand stroked the gearstick. It wasn’t a simple caress as it had been when she first shifted gears. No, it had changed to a full-fledged stroke. Ryan lost track of what she was saying as he watched her long, graceful fingers slide up and down the stick, twisting with each stroke, her thumb rubbing across the top of the knob… slowly… so slowly… as if she were completely unaware of her actions. Everything around him faded – Taylor’s voice as she spoke, the music, the world outside – nothing existed but this woman and her ought-to-be-against-every-law ability to turn him on without a single touch. His cock was painfully hard, and there was no way to adjust himself without her knowing. Finally, he noticed his surroundings as the car rolled to a stop. They were at the last traffic light before leaving town. Past that, the highway opened into four lanes. As they waited for the light to change, Ryan became aware of the music coming from the speakers around them… or rather, what sounded like cries of passion against a backdrop of soulful jazz. He glanced at her, one eyebrow raised. Taylor tossed a look his way, a vixen smile on her lips.

“What are we listening to?” he asked.

“Surely you recognize the sweet music of a woman at the height of pleasure?” she asked with an innocence that belied the mischief in her eyes. Her moment of female satisfaction lasted just as long as it took for him to lean over the console, without breaking eye contact, and say, “Surely you know enough about me to realize that when I notice the sounds of pleasure coming from a woman, it’s because I’m the one creating them.” Taylor’s mouth went dry, her tongue unconsciously slipping between her lips in an effort to moisten them, her eyes lowered to his mouth. One inch. Just one inch, and she would be able to taste him… able to slide the tip of her tongue over his lower lip, to gently draw it between her… A moan began to rise in her throat, and she quickly swallowed it. Pulling back, her eyes flickered toward his lap, the thick ridge of his obviously hard cock at once shocking and thrilling her. He does feel it! she thought. She noticed the light had changed; with a glance in his direction and a small smile on her lips, she moved the car forward. Slowly. At first. And then she reached out to the radio, turning the volume up until they were surrounded by the throbbing jazz beat and the escalating moans and sighs of pleasure. Little by little, she accelerated, until talking was no longer an option. The music, the roar of the engine, the wind whipping through the small car… it was impossible to hear anything more. Taylor liked to feel… to absorb. It was an erotic rush, a sensory overload. She looked over at Ryan; finding that he was watching her, she smiled, this time not the smile of a vixen, but of a woman who truly seemed to feel she was where she belonged at the moment, a woman completely at ease with everything around her.

They drove for a while, conversation forgotten, but the sexual energy continued to rise. Taylor had the fleeting thought that it had been a good idea to remove the tops and roll down the windows; she was sure spontaneous combustion could do some damage. Ryan reached out a hand to capture a strand of her hair as it whipped in the wind, and that, combined with the blatant lust in his eyes, was all it took. Taylor slowed the car, turned off the highway onto a road leading to an out-of-the-way park that few people knew of. She loved coming here; the solitude gave her opportunity porno 92 to catch up on her reading, and quiet to write her stories she seldom allowed others to read. There was a small pond, some benches, many flowers no matter the time of year… trees, plants… She pulled to a stop, at once setting the emergency break and shifting into park. She turned to Ryan as he turned to her; his lips found hers with no effort, as if they’d kissed a million times before… hungry… desperate. Her hands cupped his face; his sunk deep into her thick mane of hair and fisted tightly. He slid his tongue over her lips, seeking entry. Taylor parted her lips willingly and immediately caught his tongue, sucking deeply. His deep moan only encouraged her, and she pushed forward, kissing him harder, her tongue matching his stroke for stroke. Ryan bit her lower lip, causing her to cry out, then suckled it, easing the pain he’d caused. Her palms slid down his chest, her nails raking his flesh through his shirt. Reaching his waist, she tugged, pulling the hem free, her hands slipping underneath to feel his hot skin. He moaned again as her small, soft hands caressed him, sliding over his stomach, up his ribs, her fingers spread to touch as much of him at once as possible. Taylor found his nipples, lightly flicking them with her fingernails before taking them between her fingertips, gently twisting and tugging.

Another groan rumbled inside Ryan; Taylor could feel it in his chest, beneath her palms. Pulling away from his kiss, she lowered her head, her tongue hot and wet on his nipple. He tensed, the pleasure almost more than he could take. No woman had ever loved his body the way this one was doing right now. He was going to completely come unglued if he didn’t regain control. He took her face between his palms, raising her lips to his once more. He nibbled, he licked, he sucked on her lower lip as his hand found the hem of her skirt and slid underneath, seeking the heat he knew he’d find. His cock stiffened more, if possible, the moment his fingers touched her inner thighs. Damn, this woman was hot! Higher… hotter… Taylor squeezed her thighs together for a moment, trapping his hand, and then released, parting them, allowing him to reach further. He took advantage of her submission, finding the edge of her panties and sliding underneath.

Molten lava. That was all Ryan’s mind registered as his fingers sank into the hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure to touch. He’d heard women moan, he’d heard them whimper, he’d made more than one scream aloud at the peak of pleasure, but never before had he heard one purr. Until now. There was no other way to describe the low, feminine sound coming from her; he wanted to make her do it again. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, working them in a circle as he did, caressing every inch of her that he could touch. Taylor purred louder, sucking his tongue between her lips as his fingers slid in and out, whimpering when he slid out completely, moaning softly when he found her clit, his thumb brushing over it several times. Grasping her lips between his forefinger and ring finger, the back of his hand toward her, he slid his middle finger through her wet folds, his knuckle relentless on her clit, thrumming it, lifting it, until her hips were thrusting uncontrollably and her purrs turned into growls low in her throat. His lips left hers, trailing kisses over her jaw to her neck, licking the hollow just below her throat. He found her pulse with his tongue and sucked, absorbing the pounding beat as he slid his long, thick finger deep inside of her. He felt her tighten around his finger, heard her gasp softly, and knew she was about to come apart in his arms.

Oh, she was so close! Taylor almost begged him not to stop, he only had to keep it up ten seconds more, and she would have what she instinctively knew would be the best orgasm of her life. Knowing this… wanting this!… she reached down and pulled his hand from her. Ryan’s head came up, the expression on his face one of surprise mixed with desire, his eyes dark with lust and full of questions. Before he could ask, she looked deep into his eyes and lifted his hand to her lips, her tongue tasting the tip of his middle finger. She nibbled, then drew it deep into her mouth, tasting herself. Ryan froze, watching her, and Taylor took the opportunity to hurl her body forward, over the console onto his lap, wedging her knees on either side of his thighs as she straddled him. Her skirt rode high on her legs, resting at the top of her thighs. She lowered her hips until she could feel the thick ridge of his cock against her pussy, his jeans and her panties the only barrier. As close as she was to the edge, it would take only a quick upward thrust, maybe two, of his hips to make her come. She held no illusions; she knew Ryan was allowing her to take control of the situation, knew that if he wanted to, he could easily have the upper hand no matter qiqitv porno their current position. His hands rested on her hips, his fingers caressing just above her ass. Taylor leaned forward, the tip of her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. He moaned as the heat washed over him, moaning again when she took the lobe between her lips, teeth lightly grazing. She pressed her face to his neck, taking a moment to inhale his scent, knowing it would be with her forever. She slid her ass backwards, sitting on his knees as she kissed her way down his throat and chest, finding his nipples through the material of his shirt, lightly biting them.

Ryan hissed. Taylor smiled. Her hands slid under his shirt, caressing his stomach, his chest. Lower, to his belt… she unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, tugged down the zipper, pulled back the waistband of his black briefs, and took his cock into her hot little hand. She held him there, not moving, just feeling. It pulsed in her palm, hot and ready. She looked into his eyes and slowly… so slowly… began to stroke him. He liked it slow… to start with.

Her soft hand was almost more than Ryan could stand, and he locked his jaw for control. Eye contact. He steadily held her gaze and wondered how something so soft could be so firm and gentle at once. Her thumb rolled across the tip, spreading the wetness seeping from him. She released him long enough to bring her thumb to her tongue, tasting him. His eyes darkened more just before he closed them; an almost imperceptible smile touched her lips as she watched him. She grasped his cock again, squeezing the base gently, twisting her palm around him on the upstroke, and again on the way down. Slowly, she increased the pressure and the pace, then added her other hand, locking her fingers together, encasing him in soft velvet. Moisture seeped from the tip, and Taylor used it to coat her palms, spreading it over and around him. She watched his face, stroking faster, harder, his breathing ragged. One hand slid lower, cupping his balls, squeezing gently, scraping the sensitive skin below with the tips of her nails. His hips thrust upward once, a moan erupted from deep in his chest, and his body tensed as an orgasm started from deep within… and she released him.

His lashes lifted, his eyes glazed. “Why did you stop?”

“I wanted to push you to the edge, but not let you fall. I wanted to see how far you would let me go before you retook control.” Taylor leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his chest. “I guess now we know,” she whispered as she licked his neck, his pulse throbbing against her tongue, tasting the salty, light sheen of sweat on his skin as she reached for the doorhandle. She quickly climbed out and walked to the rear of the car, taking a moment to try and calm her racing hormones, not wanting him to know that she’d been every bit as close as he had been.

Taylor didn’t hear him get out of the car, didn’t know he was behind her until he wrapped his arms around her, hauling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice low, determined. “I want you Taylor. No more pretending, no more one-upping. The games are over.” His left arm held her around the waist while his right hand stroked her stomach and hips, a gripping caress but not hurtful. He gently nipped her earlobe, sending fire through her veins; his knees parted hers from behind as his hand yanked her skirt up past her hips. His nails lightly raked her inner thighs, holding her tighter as her knees buckled slightly. “Oh, no… stay with me, Beautiful,” he breathed against her ear. “I want you right here with me, stroke for stroke, all the way.” She couldn’t contain the moan that slipped past her lips… didn’t want to. No more games, he’d said. Fine. She was beyond that now. She thrust her hips backwards, pushing against his erection as his fingers caressed her through wet panties. She pulled his other hand to her mouth, nipping the skin below his thumb, licking the center of his palm, drawing his middle finger between her lips and sucking hard. She felt his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, his jeans quickly becoming a hated barrier. She wanted more.

“Touch me,” she pleaded hotly, her voice breaking on a sob. “Please, touch me! I can’t stand this anymore. I want.. I need your touch on my body!” Ryan heeded her plea, tugging her panties to the side, spreading her pussy with two fingers and slowly, so maddeningly slow, caressed her clit. Taylor cried out, fueling him further; one hand cupped her breast, lightly stroking the underside, squeezing gently. Between her legs, his fingers closed, squeezing the lips together over her clit, then released. He repeated it, her nub caught between the lips, the combination of his squeezing and tugging, with her slickness, causing an almost unbearable friction. Taylor ground against him, her body screaming for release, but she didn’t want to go without him. Her thighs were soaked, her juices dripping from his hand, and she knew she couldn’t last. She reached behind her, sliding her hand between them and gripping his cock through his jeans, stroking and squeezing until she heard a hiss and knew he as close to the edge as she was.

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I’m a fairly lonely guy and I spend a lot of time on-line. Well one night I ventured into a chat room and began talking with a woman named Tracy. We instantly connected, it was great. We agreed on pretty much everything.

For a couple of months we would talk three or four times a week via instant messenger, and we’d send each other emails through out the week. Well, as things went along we began discussing our sex lives, and eventually having cyber sex. I’ve got to say that cyber sex can be pretty dang hot if you want it to be.

I live on the west coast, she lives on the east coast, and so there was very little chance that our internet affair would ever become anything but a fantasy.

Then fate intervened. By a pure stroke of luck Tracy and I were both scheduled to be in Atlanta at the same time. I was going to be there for a week to visit a customer; she was going to try to secure new clients.

Obviously we were hit with a dilemma, do we dare take the opportunity to meet face to face, or do we pass up our chance and keep the fantasy alive.

We both changed our minds several times in the days before our trips. At first I wanted to meet her but she wasn’t so sure, then she warmed up to the idea and I was having doubts. Round and round we went until finally we agreed to meet for dinner on Friday, my third night in town and her first.

I made reservations for us at a place that I had liked on my last trip to Atlanta, and we were all set to meet at 7:00 Friday night.

It was agony waiting for the night to arrive. At that point we hadn’t exchanged pictures or anything so I only knew to look for a woman in a gray skirt and jacket with blonde hair.

I knew it was her the first moment I set eyes on her. She was absolutely stunning; I felt a little self conscious as I was no where near her equal in the looks department.

“Tracy?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Yes, and that makes you Andrew.” Tracy said.

“Yes, it’s good to finally put a face to the person I’ve been communicating with so much.” I said kissing her on the cheek and helping her to her seat.

“I know exactly what you mean. It was exciting not knowing what you looked like, but the thrill as I came here to find out was much more intense.” Tracy said.

We started talking as if we’d known each other for years. We drank wine, we ate, we talked, and we laughed almost until closing time, then we headed outside.

“So where are you staying? Maybe we can share a cab.” I said.

“I’m at the Ramada.” Tracy said.

“No kidding, sarışın porno so am I.” I said.

“Then we can share a cab quite easily.” Tracy said.

We got a cab and headed for the hotel. In the cab I put my hand on her knee and she put her head on my shoulder. My hand gently caressed the stocking covered knee and worked up her thigh slowly, Tracy did not protest. My hand was about to slip under her skirt when we reached the hotel.

Damn that convenient location!

We got out of the cab and headed inside, Tracy seemed to have come out of a daze as now she was much more defensive to my actions. As we got on the elevator I guided the small of her back with my right hand, but she grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

It turned out that our rooms were on the same hallway, just a few doors down from one another, we reached my door first, but being a gentleman I escorted her to her own door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight.” I said.

“So did I.” Tracy said.

“Well, goodnight.” I said.

“Goodnight.” Tracy said.

Tracy turned to go into her room, and I started to turn back towards my room, but then Tracy suddenly grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I hadn’t been expecting it and almost bit my tongue. Before I knew it, it was over. Tracy quickly opened her door and slipped inside, locking the door behind her.

Slightly confused and really turned on I headed back to my own room. By the time I got there I had a raging hard on. I quickly took off all of my clothes and began stroking my cock while thinking about Tracy’s gorgeous body.

I was in no hurry to cum; I wanted to let myself become absorbed in the fantasy, so that it would feel like Tracy’s lips were wrapped around my cock when I came.

There’s nothing better for killing a fantasy and wilting an erection than an unexpected knock at the door. After about 20 minutes of slowly stroking my cock that’s exactly what I got though. The knocking didn’t stop and my hard on was gone so I pulled on my robe and went to the door. Looking through the peephole I could see Tracy standing there.

My hands were trembling as I reached for the door handle, and beneath my robe my cock started to stir to life again as I thought about why she would be coming to my room in the middle of the night.

I opened the door and started to say hello, but she moved in and pressed her lips to mine before I could say anything. The door closed and locked on its own and Tracy began pushing me back into the room towards the bed as she sex hikayeleri peeled the robe from my body.

My hands began unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. Our lips remained locked together as our hands worked together to get me out of my robe and her out of her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties. Her garter belt and stockings stayed on.

When we were naked Tracy took my cock in her hand and led me over to the bed. She pushed me down flat on my back and then straddled my head lowering her pussy onto my tongue and her mouth onto my cock.

We sucked and slurped one another to the heights of ecstasy, each of us having incredible climaxes. Then without saying a word Tracy moved so that she could impale herself on my still hard cock. She rode me hard until we both came.

We rested for a few minutes in silence, but soon we were both ready to go again.

This time I took the lead and pushed her onto her knees and I entered her sopping wet, cum splattered pussy from behind. She moaned and panted as I drove my cock into her. She rubbed her clit as fast as her hands would move.

My hands were busy too, one hand was always pulling back on her hips helping me drive into her, and the fingers on the other hand were rubbing her puckered little asshole and after a little while pushing a finger inside.

We both came again and I pulled out and positioned the head of my cock against her asshole. She had not protested the actions of my fingers and she did not object to the head of my cock pressing against her sphincter so I pushed into her asshole and slowly began fucking her ass.

Her moans were a lot deeper this time, each stroke in and out made her grunt and moan in agony and pleasure. She rubbed her clit and fingered her sloppy pussy for all she was worth. We both came and then collapsed on the bed side by side, holding each other.

We spent the rest of our free time together fucking each other’s brains out. We both still had jobs to do, but from the moment we got back from an appointment to the moment we had to leave for the next one we were in bed.

We spent most of that time in my room, but the last night I was there, we spent the night in Tracy’s room. We had passionate, wild sex until we passed out. I had an early flight the next morning so I got up long before she did. I intended to go to my room, clean up, pack things up, and then go back to Tracy’s room to say goodbye.

As I rolled out of bed the early morning sun was glinting off of something on the bedside şişman porno table. I picked the object up and found that it was a ring, a wedding ring. I was shocked, in all of our discussions she had never mentioned being married. I certainly would have had to think twice about sleeping with a married woman, I hate people that mess around with other people’s marriages, but now I had become one of those people.

I looked at the ring more closely to be sure that I wasn’t mistaken, on the inside there was an inscription, Mike and Tracy forever.

All of a sudden I was really uncomfortable, I put the ring down, quietly went back to my own room, packed up my stuff, checked out and headed for the airport without stopping to say goodbye. How could I face her knowing what I knew?

I returned home and for a few days I was a wreck, I didn’t know what to think about my encounter with Tracy.

Then a few days after I got back there was an email waiting for me when I looked in the morning, it was from Tracy.

I opened the email and began reading.

Dear Andrew,

Why didn’t you say goodbye to me the other day? Did you think that it would be too difficult? Was it because you regret what we did? Let me make it clear to you that I have no regrets about what we did. I don’t know your status, but I am married, and I still have no regrets about what we did. Two people that have connected on the emotional level that we have can’t be expected to deny their physical urges. I love my husband with all my heart, but I also love you, and while I don’t foresee myself ever leaving my husband there will always be a special place for you in my heart. Please don’t let what happened in Atlanta end our friendship, I have gotten more out of emailing and instant messaging you than I have out of a lot of the relationships I have with people that are in the same area I am in. What we had in Atlanta was very special to me, if it was nothing more than just sex to you and you don’t want to talk to me any more that’s fine, just please do me the courtesy of telling me. The past few days of wondering what happened have been hell for me. I ask that no matter what your feelings are now that you please contact me so that I know exactly where we stand. If nothing else I guess we’ll always have Atlanta. Love Tracy.

I sat in my chair wondering how I did feel about her. Before we’d met in Atlanta I was sure that it was just the distance between us that was keeping me from calling it love. When I first laid eyes on her in Atlanta I decided that the distance didn’t matter as much, and that I did love her. Then when I found the ring, I was blown away, how could she not have told me that she was married?

At around 1:30 I finally decided what to say in my reply and I began typing.

Dear Tracy

When’s your next business trip?…..

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This is the second part of “Wanda cousin g-spot”

Tanya’s terror was building by the second as she heard the phone ring.

“Hello this is…” Tanya heard a voice answer before she cut him off.

“This is Tanya. I’m in trouble at the G-spot strip club. They’re gonna hurt me.” Tanya said into the receiver of the phone.

“I’m on my way.” Was all Tanya heard before the line went dead.

In Tanya’s altered state time seemed to stand still. There was no way for her to tell how long it had been since she hung up the phone or how long the pounding on the door lasted before the lock gave way and splintered the door frame.

Donnie and Dillon filled the door frame. Tanya could hear her heart pound in fear as the crept into the room. They were pure predators as they looked over her half-naked body. They reminded Tanya of fat cannibals the way they looked her over.

Tanya didn’t even bother to scream as she knew it would do no good as they bent her over a chair. She yelped in pain as her leopard panties were yanked down her thighs causing rope burns on her hips. She quickly closed her mouth as she looked at Donnie “The Dick” pull his massive erection out of his pants.

As much as Tanya didn’t want to suck Donnie off she was glad he wasn’t behind her threatening to use that massive cock on her pussy or even worse her virgin asshole. Donnie was freakishly large dwarfing ant guy Tanya had ever been with.

In contrast, Dillon’s erection was not much bigger than his flaccid penis even though the Tanya was stunned by how hard he was as he pressed into the side of her hip.

Her assailants mauled her hanging black breasts, painfully squeezing her nipples.

“No milk in those huge brown udders?” Dillon questioned in her ear.

“She’s about to get a mouthful of milk.” Donnie said with an evil smirk.

“Holy shit this bitch is wet!” Dillon said surprised at the effects the chemical they had slipped Tanya had on her.

“She wants it.” Donnie said pressing Tanya’s chin down to open her mouth.

There was a click of a Glock safety in Dillon’s ear.

“If you move that tiny penis of yours an inch closer to her, I’m gonna air condition your head.” A rage-filled voice boomed.

“Springer!?!” Donnie exclaimed in surprise as the bail bondsman looked at him with hate.

“Let her up.” Springer ordered the drug dealer.

Donnie released Tanya without haste after seeing the anger in Springer’s face.

“Tanya baby stand up. Pull up your panties and Walk over to the door. You’re safe now.” Springer said his voice cracking as he fought the urge to squeeze the trigger in the faces of these monsters.

Springer backed out the door after Tanya his gun at the ready.

“Next time I see either of you I’m gonna kill you.” Springer said.

Springer was sorry that Tanya had to walk to his Mercedes in just her panties but he didn’t want to spend a second more in the strip club. When he got to the first red light he peeled off his windbreaker and wrapped it around Tanya in the passenger seat.

Springer didn’t even bother to ask Tanya where she wanted to go. He just took her to his house. He set Tanya up in his guest bedroom and brought her a long-sleeve button-up shirt and a pair of silk boxer shorts to put on after her shower.

“You didn’t even ask if I got raped. If I had wouldn’t a shower wash away any evidence?” Tanya asked still feeling the effects of the chemicals she had ingested and not understanding what she was saying.

“If those animals raped you we won’t need the police. I’ll make sure it gets taken care of.” Springer said with murder in his eyes.

“Why would you do that for me?” Tanya asked.

The look Springer gave her cut through the blur that was in her head. She had made out with this older man when she stripped for her cousin’s husband’s bachelor party but had written him off as a creepy man twice her age looking for a cheap thrill. She was now understanding how much that night had meant to Springer.

Tanya reminded Springer of a girl he dated travesti porno when he was a young man. Springer had wanted to be a police officer. His father had been an accountant for the local mob and the association caused his application to the police academy.

While training for the academy he had started dating a beautiful dark-skinned black girl who had the same deep mahogany coloring as Tanya. This wasn’t done back in Springer’s youth and they had been assaulted and Springer was hospitalized when a bottle was broken over his head and shoved into his throat. He almost died and his girl didn’t want to ever see something like that again and broke it off.

The guy who attacked Springer was mixed in with the concrete used in the new bridge by associates of his father. Springer was ordered by his father to never date a black girl again.

Tanya represented the path Springer didn’t take. Springer could have been a cop living happily with his black sweetheart. Instead, he worked in an industry that returned criminals to the street and got divorced from a woman he never really loved.

Tanya’s eyes went wide as it dawned on her that she didn’t have her purse. Her car was still at the strip club and her ID and credit cards were all in the club dressing room along with her keys.

“Oh my god, all my stuff is still at the club.” Tanya said going into a panic.

“Don’t worry about it.” Springer said in a confident assuring tone.

“My purse has my ID and personal info. I don’t want those guys having my keys knowing where I live.” Tanya said still panicking.

“Trust me, I got this. I’ll send Julie right over to pick up your stuff.” Springer said trying to calm her down.

“I don’t want Julie involved in this.” Tanya continued.

“Julie is perfect for this. That Brazillian with the scarred up bashed in face, Julie was the one that caved half his face in.” Springer told her.

“Really?” Tanya asked.

“Yeah, and the scars he actually got from your cousin.” Springer continued with a slight smirk.

Tanya cocked her head to the side with a quizzical look that indicated she didn’t know what the bail bondsman was talking about.

“You never heard the story?” Springer asked.

“No.” Tanya said shaking her head.

“It actually all started with Julie getting locked up in county. That Brazillian animal has a twin brother who was in jail at the same time as Julie. The brother was hassling this small young kid. That lawyer’s kid he’s friends with that was at the wedding.” Springer began.

“Jacob.” Tanya said.

“Yeah, Jacob. Jacob was getting harassed and Julie defended him. He ended up having to kick the shit out of the twin brother in the showers.” Springer said knowing the prison shower comment would inspire a wisecrack out of Tanya.

“Did someone drop the soap?” Tanya asked smiling like she was the first one to make that joke.

Springer smiled back happy at the sign that Tanya’s mood was improving.

“That’s actually the reason I hired Julie. Those Brazillian brothers are actually pretty scary dangerous guys and Julie manhandled the one.” Springer remarked.

“Yeah, my cousin must have some kind of weird fetish for tough guys.” Tanya said.

“Well she chose well cause Julie is a beast.” Springer said, obviously impressed thinking about Julie.

“How did my cousin scar someone up then?” Tanya asked.

“Well the brother on the outside, the one from the stripclub tonite, ambushed Julie and your cousin.” Springer continued.

“Ambushed?” Tanya asked.

Yea, they actually fought in the showers again I think Julie and your cousin were naked at the time.” Springer remarked.

“So Julie and Wanda beat him down naked in the shower?” Tanya asked.

“No Donny used a chloroform rag on Julie to put him out but your cousin clawed up his face while Donny was focused on Julie.” Springer continued.

“So Wanda fought that guy off herself?”

“No, she got taken down too. They had help from some high school alt yazılı porno kids and kidnapped Julie and your cousin.”

“Really?”

“They were going to run a train on your cousin and make Julie watch.”

“Whoa!” Tanya exclaimed taking in the similarities between her cousin’s experience and her own that night.

“Julie managed to break free through some kind of freak strength they had underestimated and just destroyed a room full of guys, including that South American animal from tonite.” Springer said.

Tanya had never heard that story. It kind of made her understand what her cousin Wanda saw in Julie. Julie was big and built like a tank but Tanya always thought he was kind of homely. He had bad skin and scars from the ring already and he was still not even twenty. Tanya had only seen him box twice and wasn’t that impressed. Tanya was just now getting an understanding of how tough her cousin’s husband was.

“Go take your shower and lie down, I’ll make sure everything is handled.” Springer told her interrupting Tanya’s thoughts of her cousin’s husband.

Springer closed the bathroom door. Leaving Tanya alone in the master bathroom. Tanya saw herself in the huge mirror and realized what a mess she was. Springer’s windbreaker dwarfed her body but her legs were bare under the jacket. Her make u was a total disaster after crying and her hair was even worse from being manhandled by those two monsters. The jacket hit the floor and Tanya saw her jungle print thong in the mirror and wondered how she ever thought this was good idea.

Springer had a great shower. There was an overhead nozzle that rained down hot water and a detachable hand wand that hung off the wall. The hand wand had amazing water pressure and Tanya fiddled with the different pulse settings. The effects of the chemical from Tanya’s dosing were mostly passed but she couldn’t help but focus the blast from the shower wand on her sensitive pussy.

The pulsing pressure of the hot water slowly drove Tanya to the edge. As she got closer to the tipping point she closed her eyes and a series of images flashed in her mind. She imagined Julie smashing her attackers’ faces in. The way his back flexed as he rained blows on the villains who tried to take her sex. Then she saw Springer gun in hand coming to her rescue. The way her victimizers turned from predator to prey in the instant he entered the room. The way Springer looked at her in her memory started a tremor in her pulsing womanhood. Tanya’s thoughts flicked to the night she let Springer suck on her nipples at Julie’s bachelor party.

Tanya could feel Springer’s warm tongue swirl around her sensitive nipples in her mind. Tanya’s knees went weak and she almost fell over as the first wave of orgasm hit. Tanya dropped the wand before she reached the biggest climax of her life.

Trembling Tanya turned the shower off. She heard Springer yelling on the phone.

“Rich, my man’s coming over right now to pick up the girl’s stuff. If anything is missing he’s gonna come back and turn the place upside down to find it.” Springer yelled into the phone.

“If any employee or associate of yours comes within one hundred yards of the girl ever again I will make it a point to buy every bond from every bondsman in the state that would give us an excuse t be in your life.” Springer threatened.

“Just for shits and giggles ask either of your drug supplying brothers what happens when my pick up man comes into your life. Or don’t ask them just look at their bashed in faces.” Springer said before slamming down the phone.

Tanya put on the clothes Springer had left for her. She was impressed at how comfortable the silk boxershorts felt as she slipped them on. The button-up shirt was too tight on her massive chest to button up and she settled on just tying up the shirt closed.

Tanya expected to hear a knock on the door to the bedroom from Springer. As the minutes ticked by with no knock, Tanya realized that she wanted him to knock. Her disappointment üvey baba porno grew by the second. The fact that Springer wasn’t knocking was because he had integrity and didn’t want to take advantage of Tanya only made Tanya want him to come more.

Finally, Tanya could wait no more. She needed to see him again tonite. She saw him sitting on his couch in his living room. His eyes turned to her silhouette in the doorway. Tanya stepped into the light and Springer couldn’t take his eyes off of her chest barely constrained by the tied-up shirt.

Springer started to say something but Tanya quickly straddled his lap and pressed her lips to his before he could speak. Springer’s eyes were wide as saucers as this goddess pressed into his erection through his slacks. Tanya left no doubt to her attention as she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants.

Springer’s hand dropped to the knot holding her shirt in place over Tanya’s massive chest. With one tug the knot came apart. Tanya’s massive dark chocolate breasts came into view. Tanya had always been self-conscious about how dark her skin was. Dark girls were considered less attractive in the black world. The way that Springer looked at her though she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Springer was in heaven as he palmed the inky dark smooth skin on her shoulders as she shrugged off the shirt.

Springer was almost hypnotized by Tanya’s nips. They were the same dark color as the rest of her giant breasts. Springer was barely blinking as he took in Tanya’s beauty. He watched intently as Tanya’s areolas and nipples got visibly harder while Springer stared.

Tanya’s nips were so sensitive at that point that she could feel the airconditioning blowing in the room. Her body seized when Springer raised his fingers to her right breast. The warmth from his hands shot through her body. She pulled his shirt from the front of his pants and lifted it over his head. Springer was self-conscious about his middle-aged body. Tanya didn’t care though she was mostly wrapped up in the look of pure desire behind his eyes. Tanya felt like an absolute goddess.

Tanya worked the zipper on his pants down and wrapped her hands around his throbbing manhood. Tanya was surprised by how full Springer’s cock was in her hand. She had ever been with a white guy before. She had always believed the stereotype that white guys weren’t as big as black guys but Springer could hold his own with any guy Tanya had ever been with.

Springer’s pants fell around his ankles and he worked them off his feet. Tanya and Springer both slid off there boxer shorts. Tanya pushed hi on his back on the sofa and sat across his pelvis. Tanya bent forward to kiss him. She teased his mouth with her tongue. His warm head of his cock pressed against her pussy. Tanya felt herself melt around the heat of is member.

Her mouth fell open in a rush of pleasure as the heat of Springer’s sex penetrated her. Tanya leaned back and rode her lover slowly. Springer’s eyes locked on Tanya’s massive heaving chest. Tanya could feel his cock throb as he enjoyed her dark conical nips.

Tanya bent her waist and hefted her huge left breast so Springer could reach it with his mouth. That was the missing ingredient for both of them. Tanya had to admit she had never had her tits sucked as good as Springer did. He used the perfect amount of steady pressure that allowed the heat from his mouth to spread and send her pussy into spasms. Springer shook at his spine as his tongue ran over her puckered nipples.

They both reached their explosive climax at the same time. The heat from their simultaneous orgasms was scalding. Tanya collapsed onto Springer’s chest. Both of them tried to regain their breath.

The realization that this older man had just smoked all her previous lovers scared Tanya. She worried that this was a one-time thing. That she had just been an exotic one night stand for this older man.

Springer was worried about the same thing. He was worried that Tanya had just gotten caught up in the emotions of almost getting raped. That he would never be as happy as he was at this moment. He focused all his attention on Tanya’s naked breasts pressed into his chest, the firmness of her post-orgasm nipples against his skin.

The two lay in each others arms enjoying the moment fearful for the end.

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