Cream Dream Ch. 03

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Part One

The truth was this: Joe and Kimberly were seeing too much of each other. They were not only next-door neighbors and lovers, but now they were working together in the same bookstore.

When Joe first started working at the bookstore, the two lovers were excited to be together even more. But over the last two weeks, with Joe working as a supervisor, quite frankly he as being a douchebag and a pain in the ass. In the eye of her fantasy, Kimberly thought he would rule with a firm but gentle hand. But this was not the case. He was not firm — he was taking his power and acting like a complete dickhead about it.

Kimberly sat at the breakroom table and sighed, drinking a soda and eating a bag of pretzels. It seemed the two of them got along much better as a couple instead of co-workers. She was sorry she ever mentioned this job opening to Joe, sorry that the whole thing had happened. Joe entered the breakroom with a bag of McDonald’s food and sat across from her. He chatted in a friendly, open way as if nothing had come between the opposite lovers.

“Yeah, so anyway,” Joe said. “I talked to Mr. Kessler just now and he told me to tell you to come in early tomorrow morning. He said you need to work on the Fourth of July sale that is coming up. He says you’ve been slacking off.”

The young redhead glared at him. “And I suppose you agree with him.”

“Yes, in a way. I think your parents have spoiled you and that you’re used to getting your own way. Not everything is going to be handed to you on a silver platter, Kimberly.”

She didn’t like this side of him. It was a side she had never seen before. In their relationship, he had been the firm leader, but never demanding or obnoxious. In the workplace he was both. She got up out of her seat and angrily tossed the empty soda can in the garbage can, causing it to clang noisily in the otherwise silent room.

“What’s your problem?” he asked her.

“You’re acting like a complete douchebag. You’re supposed to be my lover, not my boss. Don’t tell me how to do things.”

He looked at her, astonished, and she swung the door open, heading back onto the floor to finish her shift. As the day progressed, Joe realized he had been letting his authority get the better of him. His natural leadership skills took hold, and he was one of those hardasses at work that everybody hates. He attempted, twice, during the day to apologize to her, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

That evening, after their shift ended, he offered her a ride home. Again, she refused and said she’d take the bus. He muttered something underneath his breath and got in his car.

“Thank God this day is coming to end,” he thought to himself.

Once at home, Kimberly sat on the couch and shed a few tears. Normally Joe was so sweet and endearing, a natural protector. She was at a loss at what to do — should she quit? Should she talk to Mr. Kessler about Joe? She shook her head, unable to come up with a solution.

Her father, walking in through the front door, noticed her condition immediately and expressed his concern. “What is it, pumpkin?”

The daughter, in a stubborn and agitated state, knew that it was an exercise in vanity to tell her father what was happening at work. She knew that no matter what he said that she would somehow combat whatever logic or compassion he presented to her; not wanting to fight another uphill battle, she simply shrugged and told him it was nothing. Tiredly hauling her petite body up the stairs, she went to her bedroom, undressed, and snuggled in for a long sleep.

Part Two

The next evening, after having the day off, Kimberly lied in bed reading one of her favorite comics, Betty he deserved it!

Still, even with his behavior at work, he did know how to melt her little 22-year-old heart. Joe — 68 years old and as feisty and horny as ever — was the greatest lover she’d ever had. She had been with a few guys in college, but nothing could compare to his lovemaking skills. He was just a master in the bedroom and was a genius at sex. She sighed. The telephone on her nightstand rang and she picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hi Kimberly, it’s Joe. Baby, please hear me out…”

“I’m listening.”

“Baby, you’re absolutely right: I treated you so poorly at work and you deserve much better — I’ll never treat you that way again. I didn’t call you earlier because I know you needed your time to cool off. I apologize.” His voice was sincere and sad. She was touched by this genuine show of affection.

“I forgive you, Joe.”

“You do? Just like that?”

“Well, I was angry for a while, but I’m done now. I’m ready to move on with things and kiss and make up.”

There was a silence over the phone. “You mean…Did you want to make up now?” he asked, almost dumbfounded.

She laughed and fell back on her pillow. “Yes, Joe. I think you know escort gaziantep evi olan bayan what I mean.”

“Oh honey,” he moaned. “You know I can’t resist you.”

“Come over right now,” she said to him. “Dad is gone, and I have the place to myself. My bedroom is up the stairs, first door on the left.”

At this, she hung up and hurriedly dressed into sexy lace panties and a matching bra. She straightened up her bedroom a bit, smoothing out the comforter and lying on top of it sexily, one knee bent, her arms bent at the elbows with her hands near her head.

About ten minutes later, she heard the front door open and heard a man’s footsteps walking through the living room and up the stairs, gently, with much caution. The lamp beside her bed glowed and cast a sensual light throughout the room.

Joe opened her bedroom door and saw his young lover posing sexily on her bed. Funny really, but he had never been inside her bedroom. It was beautiful, just like the girl lying down. Her room was filled with pale shades of yellow, blue, pink, and flowing white. It was feminine and girly, just like the girl who lived in it. His heart began beating fast and his stomach dropped to his feet in anticipation. The young girl grinned at him and waited patiently. He walked to her slowly, wanting to savor every moment. He leaned over her bed, stroking her long, red locks of hair.

“Baby, you look beautiful,” he said, looking into her eyes.

She smiled at him. “I’ve missed you, Joe.”

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart,” he said and planted his lips on hers. He felt her full breast straining against the confines of her bra.

She sat up and reached behind her, unclasping it for him. The bra hung on her tits so suggestively; he sat beside her, feeling her round and firm breasts, kissing her more passionately now. He took off her bra, leaving her only with her panties on. How this beautiful creature was before him, how forgiving she was of his bad nature, he could never figure out.

In the middle of passionately kissing and caressing one another, Kimberly’s lips momentarily let go of his and she sighed, “Oh Joe.”

“Yes, yes,” her urged her on.

“Let me see you,” she said. “All of you.”

He stared lovingly into her eyes, his whole expression speaking volumes. He stood up before her and she helped him off with his slacks. She always thought he looked so sexy in his boxer shorts. He was so hard and big for her, and she licked her lips at the thought of him inside of her. The young redhead stood in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, running her fingers along his naked chest as she did so. He watched her enjoying his body and loved the lust that was held on her face for those moments. Joe knew she enjoyed his body, and her loving, curious, wide-eyed expressions only furthered his lust.

They fell back on the bed and he very teasingly, cautiously, peeled back her panties to reveal her bare and pink pussy, so invitingly taunting him with a wink of wet desire. Though he had seen her nude pussy many, many times, he always marveled at how innocent and sexual it seemed at the same time. He reached out and stroked it and she arched her back, eager for his touch.

Her long hair fell against the pillow as she moaned, and he crawled between her split legs and looked into her sexy emerald eyes. He took his cock in his hand and gently pushed himself inside of her. They looked into one another’s eyes as he pushed his way in, the silent communication speaking to each other.

His body moved in and out, the older man and young girl enjoying the contrast of their ages and bodies: one tight, taut, and slim, the other slim, but with appropriate aging and coarse hair on his skin. Her tits, rubbing up against his broad chest, was a sensual conflict that made the two of them move their bodies in a slightly faster motion.

Still, the odd couple, enjoyed this long session of sex: the delayed pleasure, the teasing, the flirtatious glances and smiles.

He grinned and spoke to her in a deep, sexy voice: “Baby, you feel so good around me.”

She kissed him, responding to his compliment. “Joe, you feel so good. I couldn’t stop now if I tried.”

He gathered up her small shoulders in his arms and began to buck his hips like a madman. God, how this was pure ecstasy for both of them. The slapping of their skin, their moist desire squelching and leaking down to her sweet bottom and innocent-looking bed. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt and protect her all at the same time. By his fast pace, she could tell he was getting close to his climax and she grabbed the back of his thighs, feeling them, molesting them as only she knew how. Her soft touch drove him wild, and he came, spurt after spurt, into her opened and ready slit.

Joe began to rub her clit furiously with his escort gaziantep fetiş bayan thick fingers, up and down, and in circular motions. His softening cock was shrinking inside of her, but her pussy greedily clutched onto it, never wanting it out of its grip. She suddenly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, hanging onto him tightly. Her body prepared her in a still moment, and she came like a sexual maniac, trembling and shaking in his strong arms that held her.

They had brought each other to the heights of lust and sexual passion. They remained in each other’s arms after the orgasms, looking into one another’s eyes, sweat painting their brows, and a grin slyly crawling across each of their mouths.

Part Three

As the end of June was approaching, Kimberly’s dreams of becoming a teacher’s assistant were becoming closer within her reach. She had gone to several interviews thus far — some that had gone well, some not so well — but none had served the goal of working in the teaching profession as of yet.

Living in Davenport, Iowa, it was quite a trip to Chicago. By this time, she had saved enough money to buy her own car and could get around pretty well in the Midwest by herself without having to rely on public transportation.

A trio of interviews at an elementary school in Chicago had gone exceedingly well. Still, she wasn’t sure if she got the position that she wanted and she remained, quite nervously, sitting by the phone waiting for them to call.

Finally, they did.

The superintendent of the school, Mrs. Rose, offered her a full-time position as a teaching assistant at the school starting on August 24th. Kimberly readily accepted and now faced the new challenge of finding somewhere to live in the Chicago area. The thought of facing her new and uncertain future without Joe frightened her. Still, she knew she needed her independence and her freedom to start her new life.

After a long and frustrating battle with several landlords in the Chicago area, she finally secured an apartment for herself. She and the landlord agreed that she could move in on August 1st. This would give the young woman enough time to start settling into a new city before starting her exciting career.

Quite honestly, Joe had mixed feelings about this. For all selfish reasons, he wanted her to stay with him so that they could continue to see each other constantly. The other half of him — the thinking half — realized that she was a mature young lady with ambitions and dreams, but this, too, also posed a problem, as he found those characteristics irresistible. Still, he faced the fact that he was soon to lose her, and their parting would be a miserable day.

Part Four

It was July 4th. Joe and Kimberly lied on a blanket under the night sky in the park, watching the fireworks shoot off. There was a gaggle of people around them, watching the same sights. He held her closely and tenderly. They talked about the future and then, inevitably, they found themselves teasing one another, flirting back and forth like they usually did. An odd silence took place between them.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Joe?”

“This may seem like kind of an odd question, but have you ever…you know, had certain roles in the bedroom?”

She paused for a minute and then spoke. It was like she was reading his mind. “Are you saying you…you want to be my daddy?”

He groaned out loud at her last word. “Yesss,” he hissed sexily. “Baby, I’ve wanted to be your daddy since you came home from college.”

She sat up on her elbow, grinning mischievously at him. Without warning, she kissed him with a fire he had not felt in her before. They made out on the blanket, ignoring the people and the fireworks going on all around them. His hand on her hip, he could feel his cock growing. She grabbed his hand and led him to a woodsy area, secluded from the crowds. “What on earth is going on here?” Joe asked himself.

The young girl took control of him and propped his back up against a tree. He didn’t know what she was going to do, but he would bet that he would enjoy it thoroughly. She got down on her knees before him and unbuckled his belt, pulling off his khakis and boxers in one fell swoop. Oh my God, was she really going to…? Out in public? He grew twice as hard at the thought of it.

With his slacks and underwear down to his ankles, his cock sprung free and presented itself to the young lady in a most obscene manner. She eyed it hungrily and began to lick it up and down like a popsicle, her painted fingernails grabbing hold of the bottom of his shaft. She stroked him up and down gently, allowing each drop of precum to be squeezed from the head, which she obediently licked off.

“Oh baby, that’s it, suck daddy. Suck your daddy, sweetheart.”

Not being able to wait any longer, bayan escort gaziantep she wrapped her generous mouth around his cock, sucking on him and laughing at his discomfort. The blasts of the fireworks and ooh’s and ahh’s of the crowds not far from them made their little display all the more daring and naughty.

She jacked his cock, first softly and then furiously wanting him to get off now more than ever, as he was assuming the daddy role for her.

“Do you like it when I suck on you, daddy?” she asked, licking the underside of the head and glancing up at him.

“Oh fuck, oh baby, you know I love it.” He looked up at the treetops but, not wanting to miss the erotic sight before his eyes, he looked down at his little cocksucker, wanting to drink all of her in.

Her low-cut, tight t-shirt made for a generous view of her cleavage and he didn’t mind being obvious as he got an eyeful. She stopped licking and sucking for a moment and ran the head of his cock along her bared tits. He nearly fainted dead away at the picture of this. His semen stained her porcelain skin in the moonlight.

She started to suck on him once again, opening up her throat and deepthroating him. Joe could never get enough of this. His sexy, masculine body broke out into a sweat and he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he was gone to her completely.

He held her precious face in his hands, the obscenity so prevalent that he wondered if she was aware of it. Her angelic face sucking on his tool, God, it was too much to take and, holding her head in his hands, he burst into her throat, rope upon hot rope coating her mouth and her throat, as she swallowed and ate him up hungrily.

“Oh God,” he moaned, his head tilted back. “Suck on it for daddy, baby. Oh, what a sweet little mouth you have there.” She clenched his cock tightly with the vacuum of her mouth, sucking every bit of lust and letting it drop to her belly.

Like a good daddy’s princess, she dutifully cleaned up his cock with her tongue and, standing up, she helped him pull his pants back on, buckling the buckle as their mouths teased one another. His hands rested on hers as they kissed in the dimness of the trees, the firecrackers sparkling, the crowd completely unaware of the intimate scene that had just unfolded not far from them.

Part Five

Over the month of July, the old geezer and the young woman shared many more sexual adventures — both in private and in public. They tried new positions, satisfied each other in new and sexy ways, and generally just used each other in the most delightful and pure way as only a very compatible pair can do.

Kimberly put in her two-week notice to the bookstore and the tension at home about her parents’ separation had eased somewhat. Her mother, Pauline, still lived with her Aunt Gina until the married couple could figure out what to do about their relationship. One day, unexpectedly, Kimberly got a call from her mother.

“Listen,” Pauline said. “Honey, I just want to congratulate you on your new job coming up as a teaching assistant. I know you’ll do great.”

Kimberly smiled. “Thanks Mom. I needed to hear that.”

“Well, I mean it, sweetheart. I heard the news from your father that you’ll be moving to Chicago?”

“Yes, I am.” (Kimberly was unsure if her father told her mother about Joe). “I’m really going to miss…I’m going to miss the old neighborhood.”

Her mother chuckled on the other end of the line. “Yeah, it’s where you grew up. I can quite understand that.”

“Yeah, after some time being around students and schools and learning how to teach, I’ll be ready to go out on my own as a teacher.”

“I know you’ll be great at it, sweetheart.”

Her mother’s enthusiasm and encouragement both surprised her and warmed her at the same time. The two had never been particularly close, though they weren’t what you’d call distant either. Maybe something in-between. They exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes and a slightly awkward pause passed between mother and daughter.

“Listen, honey,” her mother started. “I know this sounds like an odd request after everything I’ve done to this family, but can you put your father on the line?”

Kimberly smiled. “Of course, mom, anytime.”

Having taken the phone call up in her room, she shouted downstairs to her father to pick up the phone in the kitchen where he was making lunch. Before she hung up the line to give her parents their privacy, she heard her father smiling on the other end of line when he spoke:

“Pauline?”

Part Six

And so August 1st arrived. Moving day. The big shebang.

With the help of Joe and Bobby, Kimberly packed up her belongings — music albums, clothes, books, diaries, shoes, make-up — in short, everything that she needed to live on her own was boxed away for her future life in Chicago. How odd that a single life could be boxed up and put away like something from a rummage sale. But yet, that’s how it is.

As Kimberly and the two men went in and out of the house, packing boxes and bags in her little car, Bobby started to get emotional, and a few tears came to his eyes.

“Sweetheart,” he hugged her, dropping a bag of clothes at his feet. “I’m going to miss you so much.

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(All characters in this story are the age of consent. Had to put this here since it got rejected, even though I made it pretty clear the main character and his fiancé were both 18.)

I’ve been pretty inseparable with my girlfriend since we met, and we were so close, you’d think that we were glued together.

I was fourteen when we met, and I was a quarterback for the Raging Lions, while she, coincidentally, was a cheerleader for them. I know, cliché.

Well, it all started great.

She was really different from most of the other cheerleaders, she wasn’t just hot and had a pair of big tits that barely fit her uniform, but she was really kind, sweet, sincere and easy to get along with; not to mention she had a great sense of humor and laughed at all my jokes, no matter how stupid they were.

We became closer them what couples usually were.

Clingy? Yeah, maybe, but neither one of us minded, and we still had some boundaries, like alone time, away from each other.

But now that I’m hitting nineteen, I’ve stated noticing a lot of things that bother me.

I started noticing that she’s been really distant lately, she kisses me less often, usually only once or twice a day, and it’s never anything more than a short peck on the lips.

She reached the point where she hugs me very little, and ‘I love you’, has become very infrequent as well.

Another thing that was bothering me was the fact she seemed to be hanging with her guy friends more often, something which she didn’t do often when we were together, but now she would go off and hang out frequently with them.

And lastly, the one thing that bothered me the most, was this: She’d let them lay their heads on her tits.

I sat down at the table surrounded my all my friends and family; my best friend Justin Godwin was there, Ethan Mackleson, Joan Taylor, Skip Rogers, my Mom, my Dad, my sister Kim, my aunts and uncles, my cousins and grandparents, everyone was there, except…Kristen.

After the party, I walked out of the house, and just sat down on the front porch; my cheeks resting in my palms while a glum look overtook my expression.

“Are you okay, Leslie? And happy nineteenth birthday.”
I heard an attractive, mature voice address me.

I lifted my gaze and hit the face of Diane Winston; more commonly referred to by me, as Mrs. Winston.

Diane was Kristen’s mother.

I was told by Mr. Craigson, my neighbor who lived on the left of my house, Diane used to be something quite pleasing to look at, but that changed.

It changed when Diane caught her husband of ten years cheating on her about four years ago with another woman.

Diane turned to fiod for comfort, and just kinda gave up on trying to stay healthy and exercise, and started eating in large portions.

This became something she relied on.

With the ensuing shit she had to go through with her husband leaving her, disappearing from her and Kristen’s life, going off some place he never revealed, and toying with her by staying married and not divorcing her, her food comfort grew until her portions increased and she’d stay up late at night to eat.

She was actually quite large.

She was over four hundred pounds, with her attractive face being the most thin of her whole body, had a huge, perfectly round, sagging stomach, and her breasts, which I was never able to make out their size, were quite large; impressively huge.

She had dark brown hair that was fixed into a bun, and her eyes were a darker, almost black, brown..

She was actually rather beautiful, especially in the face; a pretty decent looking forty three year old; a milf, you could call her.

She was always really nice to me; treated me like family, even before I had became engaged to Kristen.

But married women weren’t my thing.

I knew and was ashamed and embarrassed of the way she looked, because she always wore something that covered as much of her body as she could, and didn’t flaunt her body like Kristen or other women I’ve seen.

“I–I’m fine.” I lied.

“Are you sure?” She asked again; her tone motherly.

She sat down beside me, although, took up quite a bit of room, but I didn’t mind.

I felt one of her meaty arms wrap around me, and I turned to look at her; sighing in discouragement as I wrapped my arms around her, turning my body to face her.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” She inquired in a soothing tone.

“Yes, ma’am.” I nodded.

“Then, why don’t you?”

“Kristen never showed up.” I finally said; feeling like a lump got caught in my throat.

“Honey,” she smiled gingerly at me, “she may just be late.”

“But it’s my birthday!” I said; my tone raising a little more than I would have liked.

She looked startled, but then a smile just crept across the corners of her face.

She brought the other arm behind me; hugging me tighter.

My chest hit her breasts; and I felt something raising up in my jeans.

I went bright red, and just hoped she didn’t notice or feel, that, by now, I was poking into her spherical stomach.

She escort gaziantep bayan tanıtımları noticed.

Her cheeks flushed, but instead of looking too freaked out, she ignored it and just kept hugging me in a firm, soothing, comforting, warm hug.

I always liked Mrs. Winston’s hugs; she was great at them, and her hugs were even better than Kristen’s; she gave the best ones and it just made me smile and relax.

“Maybe Kristen will help you with your friend when she gets home.” She giggled softly in my ear.

I went redder.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I’ve had more than one touch me before. Believe me: You’re not the first man who’s erection has touched me.”

“I’m still embarrassed.” I felt like I had became two inches tall at that moment.

“You’re my fiancée’s mother. It’s weird I’m getting a boner, that my boner is actually poking into you the way that it is.”

As we sat there together, I watched as a car pulled up.

The car was a hoodless, well-polished, 1993 red Camaro.

Emerging from the passenger side of the car, pushing the door open, and walking out, was none other than Kristen.

I stared towards the car, and noticed another person in it, I instantly recognized who the male was: It was Johnny White; one of her friends, one if the guys she knew from our years in high school, the running back for the Raging Lions.

Johnny was a pretty good long guy.

Back in high-school, we used to he considered the two most desirable guys in school, and I seemed to lose out to Johnny by just a little.

He was pretty good friends with Kristen, but I never interacted with him much outside the game, except when we went out for burgers or pizza to celebrate our victories.

He had long hair that went to his shoulders, which was a far cry from the length it used to be back when he was on the team, and his eyes were gray; another thing that set him apart from the other guys on the team.

He was wearing a black, leather jacket, a plan white T, a matching pair of black leather pants, and a pair if black boots.

The spiked choker was new.

“Leslie!” Kristen’s voice was excited.

Kristen took more after her father when it came to physical appearances.

She had his blond hair, and also his forest green eyes.

She was quite the looker.

A nice pair of DDDs that she always chose to proudly display in whatever it was she decided to wear, an ass that, although small and not quite a match to a black chick’s, was pretty round.

She also had freckles; one thing she didn’t outgrow.

She had her hair fixed into the same style she would back when she was a cheerleader; pigtails, and she was dressed in a pink top that showed shameless amounts of cleavage, and a pair of booty shorts that showed her small, yet bubble-like, butt.

“I told you she’d show up.” Diane patted me on the shoulder.

I stayed sitting down.

I was in an awkward position, I had a boner, and it was practically penetrating her mother through the stomach.

“You’re about an hour late…” I stated; agitation obvious in my voice.

“I’m sorry, baby. I was shopping with Annie and then I ran into Johnny. We got to talking and I just kinda lost track of time.”

I shook my head.

“You should apologize, Kristen.” Diane suggested.

“You’re right, Mom. Leslie, I’m really sorry I missed the party. But I did bring you something back.”

“It’s fine.” I sighed.

“Come inside so I can give it to you.”

“Hug me.” Though my words came out more of a request than an actual order.

Kristen beamed; walked towards me, and as I stood up; hugged me with both arms.

My dick poked into her.

She looked surprised, but then she quickly just giggled in a hushed voice, and wrapped both slender arms around me.

“Aww. Baby, are you horny?”
She whispered softly into my ear.

I think her mother heard, because she walked over towards Johnny to give us some space to talk.

“A little.” I meekly replied.

“How about I give you a tit-fuck?” There was a mischievous smirk on her face when she whispered this.

“I’d love that.” I quietly spoke with a smile.

“Mom, Johnny,” she turned to gaze at them, “Leslie wants to show me a new poster and some statues he got. We’ll be back in a minute.”

“We’ll be here.” Johnny winked.

Something about the way he winked at her made my stomach turn, or, maybe it was just the fact he had winked at her.

Kristen took me by the hand and we made our way inside, where we then proceeded into my room.

She locked the door.

“I’m sorry if it seems like I haven’t been giving you much attention. I know it’s wrong: I’m your fiancée; I should be treating you like you’re my number one.”

“It’s fine.” I lied. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me make it up to you, please? I feel really bad about this.”

She slid her top over her shoulders, then over her head, and then threw escort gaziantep bayan telefonları it down, reached behind her to undo her bra, and let it fall down; revealing her big tits.

Her breasts sagged slightly, but stood up perfectly for the most part.

Her nipples were dark and puffy.

“Poor thing. I hope you haven’t been dealing with that hard-on for long. Let me relieve your cock.”

She undid the belt from my jeans and then unbuttoned them, reached her thumb and index finger to the zipper and unzipped them.

She pulled my dick up through my underwear and reached a hand forward; rubbing on it to make it harder.

I moved my dick towards her cleavage, and she took both boobs, and squashed them together; sandwiching my dick.

“You like that?” She spoke in a creamy, sexual, tone.

I grew more in her tits, then I started to thrust between them, slowly, up and down, up and down while her eyes watched it.

“Want me to suck your fat cock while you fuck my tits?” Her naughty smirk grew.

“Oh, Krissy,” I grabbed her thigh, “I’d love to feel your warm mouth on my dick.”

“Happy Birthday, baby.” She took the head into her mouth and sucked on it while she bounced her tits up and down.

“Missed that fat dick!” She mumbled over my member; shaking her melons up and down.

“Oh…Yeah, baby.” She breathily moaned. “I want that hot jizz all over my fat tits.”

“Krissy,” I sighed softly in pleasure, “I’ll come wherever you want me to..”

“I want it all over my face, but that’ll have to wait.”

She vacuumed more into her mouth, sucking with more pressure, and still moving her tits up and down; bouncing them against my dick; rubbing against it.

“Mm…” She sucked harder; shaking her tits up and down faster and quicker.

I reached a hand down towards her shorts, and gently, I pressed my palm against them; rubbing my hand over her crotch.

Her mouth left my dick.

“B–baby…You’ll make me come all over myself…”

“We can wait.” I frowned.

“No. It’s your birthday.” She let go of her tits momentarily and reached down, unzipped her shorts, and them moved enough of her panties out of the way I had access to her dark, trimmed pussy.

“Help yourself.” She grinned wider.

I dipped my hand into her pussy, all at once, and my hole hand fit inside her.

A loud cry escaped her lips, and, fixing her tits again, she started to hump my hand; soft moans escaping her lips.

“Oh, yeah…Leslie! Oh, my pussy. Finger it! AH, finger my cunt.”

I thrusted my hand in and out of her wet tunnel; my hand pushing against her wetness while half of my arm actually fit inside her pussy, reaching deep inside her.

“Oh, yeah…” She pushed her tits hard against my dick as I thrusted between them, and jammed my hand in and out of her big pussy.

I pulled my hand away, then peeled her panties off, picked her up, and pushed her back against the wall while I pushed my dick into her cunt.

“W–wait, Leslie..” She objected.

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait that long. I really need you right now and a titfuck won’t suffice.”

“Unnh. Then bang me; bang me until my pussy is dry.”

I grabbed her ass with a firm grip, pushing the head of my cock into her, and then pushed the rest in; she took it all in with ease; not so much as a single scream coming from her lips, nor any signs of discomfort.

“Ahh…Ahh..” She breathed quietly; soft moans making their way out if her voice.

I sent my first thrust into her, then another that was faster and much harder.

She grabbed my neck, and started pushing her hips; pushing her butt against my cock; humping me.

She pushed her mouth towards my neck; biting down while she thrusted her hips to met each thrust that was sent into her sex.

“M–mmmngh! Oh, yeah…” She pushed her hips harder; humping me faster.

She tightened her grip on me, and I sent a harder thrust into her.

Kristen smirked; pushing her boobs hard against me; so that they were smearing against my chest, and when she did that, I pushed in deeper.

I pushed her harder against the wall, she yelped, but just humped away; pushing herself down onto my thrusts while her breathing quickened.

I hit my peak.

After a while longer, I came inside of her in such a long sea of come, I was kind of surprised myself.

She stared at me wide-eyed, her mouth gaping in shock; her pussy had overflowed, not from her own juices, but from the massive torrents I sent into her.

She dripped it all over my floor.

“You…You were really horny, weren’t you?” She inquired; nearly speechless.

I nodded.

“We better head back. We’ll be leaving soon.”

We cleaned up, then returned outside.

We left and headed to Kristen’s house on Fifth Avenue

I rode with her and her mother.

When we finally arrived at her house, we got out of the van, and walked towards the house, going inside once Mrs. Winston had unlocked the door.

Once escort gaziantep bayan videoları we reached the living room, Mrs. Winston sat down on the sofa, and I sat beside her, while Johnny sat in the recliner, and Kristen standing before us.

“I wasn’t sure what to get,” she spoke, “so I got you this.”

She handed me a carefully wrapped rectangular box-shaped gift.

I took it and opened it.

It was a PS4; the system I had been wanting and drooling over ever since it had been unveiled.

I was speechless.

I didn’t say a thing after adding it, instead, I say it down and wrapped my arms around Kristen, hugging her in a real tight hug.

She simply giggled; hugging me back tight.

“All right, dude,” Johnny whistled, “that’s the shit, right there.”

I ignored him and just hugged my fiancée; giving her a deep kiss right on her lips that she graciously returned.

“We already knew you were going to be celebrating at your place, dear, but we wanted to throw you a little something as well.”

“Mrs. Winston, you don’t have to.” I shook my head.

“Nonsense, honey. We wanted to. Me and Kristen both wanted to.”

“Well,” I hit my forehead, grinning, “if you insist.”

“Mom, is the cake ready?”

“I finished it quite some time before you left, this morning.” Replied Mrs. Winston.

Mrs. Winston patted my shoulder lightly, then rose from the sofa and wandered into the kitchen, with Kristen behind her.

After a few minutes, both me and Johnny were called into the kitchen.

We all sat down at the glass table, with Kristen on my left and Mrs. Winston on my right, and Johnny at the end of the table.

Mrs. Winston served us each a slice of Dutch chocolate cake, giving me the biggest slice, and serving herself, last.

“It’s really good, Mrs. Winston, did you bake it yourself?” I inquire.

“Yes. Kristen wanted to do it, but she had to get ready to leave, with Johnny. So I made it.”

I chewed and swallowed what was in my mouth, but then gently sat down my fork, and looked towards Kristen, and then Johnny.

I was silent for the longest time.

“Really?” I tried not to sound too suspicious, but I think I failed in that compartment.

Kristen looked at me timidly.

“Boy,” I changed the subject, “Mrs. Winston, you sure make the best cake.”

Mrs. Winston just laughed; but reached a hand to my shoulder and patted it.

After we finished the cake, we all headed back into the living room.

We changed spots, and now Johnny was sitting on the sofa with Kristen.

There was an old, black and white romance movie on TV, and Mrs. Winston was pretty much mesmerized by it, but I started to notice that her expression was changing more, and soon, I noticed tears in her eyes.

I knew and was something of a romantic, but, I also knew that the stuff she went through a lot of with the Mr.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Winston?” I asked, tonelessly.

I was surprised I was the first to ask or even notice, and when I turned to look at Kristen and Johnny, they we’re too busy whispering in each other’s ear to have even noticed.

“I–I’m fine.” Mrs. Winston answered.

She was obviously not fine, and I could easily tell this by how she sounded when she answered me.

I did what I normally would have done, for her, Kristen or my mother, when I saw either of them cry; I wrapped my arms around her, and Mrs. Winston did the same; sobbing.

I think when her sobbing grew, that’s when Kristen finally took notice.

“Mother, are you okay”

I laughed mentally at to myself at how long it took her to notice something was wrong.

I was just a friend to her mother, and yet, I noticed first.

When Kristen came to comfort her, I released her and broke away, then rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen.

I stayed in there for quite some time until Kristen came about thirty minutes later.

“Come to my room,” she spoke, “let’s make love.”

“I actually need to be getting home right about now. So maybe later.”

“What about a blowjob, at least?” She looked at me; hopeful.

“Sorry.” Was my response.

She looked disappointed, but I had already made up my mind.

I took my things and left.

When I got home, I didn’t even obsess over the fact I had gotten a PS4, and just went straight to sleep.

The next day I went by her house, only to notice that Mrs. Winston’s van was gone, that she most likely went to buy groceries.

I noticed that Kristen’s Firebird was in the drive-way, so she must have been home.

I saw she wasn’t in the living room watching TV.

I heads sounds coming from her room; she must have been watching group sex again on her desktop.

I went to her door and opened it.
What I saw made me wish my heart would have ceased beating all together.

She was having an orgy.

There was four guys and one girl.

One guy was fucking her in the ass, one was fucking her from beneath in her dirty snatch, she was giving two handjobs, and was sucking the nipple of a busty brunette.

I couldn’t believe this.

All the years I had dated her, wasted for this? She was cheating on me?

I was about to leave, but I had an idea pop into my head.

I pulled out my phone, set it to camera mode, then took a video of what was happening.

I left once I finished it.

She came over later that day, about two hours later, but didn’t know what awaited her was a huge shock.

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It starts with just a gentle kiss this evening. Few minutes after an amazing first date. Inside a car parked by the roadside. Her car. But it soon becomes more than just a kiss; it becomes intense foreplay. Becomes hands searching bodies; becomes me groping her breasts, and she reaching down my pants and trying to pull out my erect penis.

‘We should get a room.’ She soon pulls back, abruptly, and says, this yearning in her eyes. ‘We should get a room.’

She would straighten in her seat, put on the car and speed down the road. Barely two minutes, and we are at the door to a hotel room she’s paid for. She shoves a key into the door and as soon as we surge in I grab her neck, pushing her against a wall, not caring that she is at least ten years older than I am. We’ve talked about this a lot of times. During those cold nights before she moved into town days ago; when I would text her, when we would share our fantasies and nudes alike until either one of us falls asleep. So, I know she is cougar and loves to be tamed. More, if she’s being tamed my a younger man. And this why I don’t care that I am choking her.

My hand still around her escort gaziantep bayan reklamları throat, my other hand searching her body, I would kiss her for long minutes. Her feeble gasps and moans feeding my ears.

When she lowers to her knees, I unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down. She wraps my erect dick in her hand and strokes it, smiling up at me.

‘Suck, bitch.’ I spank her chin, spitting on her forehead. ‘Suck.’

She would lick the head of my dick and then take it into her mouth. Deepthroats it, so that when she pulls back, the dick is swathed in saliva. She spits on the it, stroking it with a hand, and then takes it back inside her mouth, shoving it deeper down her throat this time.

Warm pleasure runs through me, so I lower a hand and grab her hair. Pull her even closer to my pelvis, so the dick is balls deep in her throat. So that she gags and chokes and spanks my thighs, pleading that I let go of her. When I do let go, she pulls a deep breath, gasping and gasping as one who has run out of breath.

I would bend over and grab her neck escort gaziantep resimleri and pull her to her feet. I would help her take her clothes off. Bend her over and spank her ass. I like what I see when the big, black booty wiggles and so spank again. Again and again.

When she lies on bed and spreads her legs apart, I drop to my knees and pull her even closer to the edge of the bed. Then, I start to eat her out. I flap the tip of my tongue across the knob of her clitoris. Then I bite softly and just lick and lick and bite and bite and then start to finger her.

Her moans become screams and her attempts to slam her legs shut fail because my hands are over her thighs, pressing them to the bed. She just jerks and jerks and shudders until I am done eating. I then pull her into the doggy position and stick my dick into her creamy vagina. Her legs throb when the dick goes in, as if she is trying to jerk away from the dick, and so I hold her waist to keep her still.

‘Oh, shit.’

My slow strokes become fast, hard strokes and I start to spank her ass because I want escort gaziantep bayan sitesi her to scream my name. She does not scream my name. Just moans. And so I spank harder and harder and bark, ‘Say my name!’

‘Daddy!’ She screams. ‘Fuck me, daddy!’

I soon turn her around so I can look at her face. The missionary position. Her forehead is sheen with sweat, her eyes red, a solitary vein bulging from her forehead. Before thrusting, I lean forward and kiss her, my fingers fondling her boobs, gliding down her body, down to her belly button. I spit on my dick and rub the saliva across it, then stick it into her. As I fuck her, I rub her clitoris with a thumb.

‘Choke me, daddy.’ She soon says. ‘Choke me.’

I do choke her. With both hands this time. Loosening my grip when only she starts to cough. I would spank her. Pull her face when she swivels around, to stare in her eyes. I want her looking at me when I fuck her. Makes things a lot more better. Makes me feel more dominant.

When she screams about wanting to pee, a smile stretches my face. I know it’s something more. Something better. She begs me to let her go pee. But I do not. I in fact increase the pace and depth of my strokes. She’s about to cum, I know. A but early, yes, but I know she is about to cum. And I want her to cum. I want to feel that tightening as pressure builds up in her pelvis. I want to see that look on her face. That look I see on every woman’s face when she squirts. It’s a calming look. I want to see it.

I want to see this cougar cum for me.

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This is a coming of age story of a young man in the 1960s.

My father and I never really got along. He was a hard man, few words and worked hard all of his life to provide for his family. He was tough though. When I turned 13 he came to me and told me that he would provide a roof over my head, food on the table and laundry, but if I wanted any thing else that I had to do it for my self.

“Get a job.”

That meant cloths, toys, entertainment, Etc. My father decided that my younger brother and I would be able to make a living. He was carpenter, contractor, cabinetmaker, so that is what he taught us to do. By age 8 he was taking us with him to work and work we did. He expected us to work hard; this was not a game or a play day. So by the time I was 15, I could do most of what a grown man working as a carpenter could do; forms, framing. roofs, finish and trim, cabinets, build a whole house if required. While the guys that I hung out with in high school were earning a $1.25 and hour in a gas station or hamburger joint I was knocking down $4.00-$5.00 driving nails. It was pretty good. I made more than enough to take care of my needs and money left over to support my passion for fast cars. And I loved cars. Horsepower and racing were like an addiction.

I left home at 18 years old. The relationship with my father just got too tough. Were at loggerheads most of the time. I desperately sought his approval, but never seemed to get it. I don’t think that it wasn’t because I hadn’t earned it at times, but instead he just wasn’t able to give it. I cannot ever remember him saying that was a good job, I am proud of you or heaven forbid I love you. Never got that from him. But let me step out of line the least little bit and he would beat my ass good. Like I mentioned he was a hard man. He had kicked my ass more times than I can remember. Not that I hadn’t had it coming, but he got carried away many times when handing out punishment. I never raised a hand to him. Far to afraid of what would happen if I had. So just after I turned 18 I left home. Didn’t say anything to anyone except my little brother. Packed what belongings I had,; cloths, bedding, tools, and spare car parts and left.

At the time I had a really good friend that I hung out with. Joe Crain was his name and we were pretty close. Worked on cars together, drank beer and chased girls. Not to successful in that area though. Joe did have a steady girl friend and her mother used to buy beer for us. Pretty cool. Joe and his girlfriend, Karen, had didn’t exactly have a normal relationship. They fought all the time. They argued, fought broke up, got back together, made love, and started the cycle all over again. It was crazy. Joe’s parents were nice people and seemed to like me. They were aware of what it was like for me at home and felt empathy for me for my situation. Joe’s father had some kind of sales job the kept him on the road and away from home a week to two weeks at a time. He must have made good money because they had a large two story brick home with a three car garage on a large lot in the better part of town. When I moved out they offered me an apartment that was over the garage. For $75 a month. I could keep my tools in the garage and I could have the carport on the end of the garage to work on my car. This was great! The apartment wasn’t big, kitchen, small dining area, medium sized living room and bedroom with bath and it was modestly furnished. It fit my needs and budget, so I moved in. If I was available there was a standing invitation to Sunday dinner every week. Sara Crain was a very good cook and I looked forward to those dinners and her company. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make too many of them as I was usually racing on Sunday afternoon at one of the two local drag strips. Life wasn’t too bad. I missed my brother and sister, but other than that I was getting along pretty well.

At the time I had a 55 Chevy 2-door hardtop with a 327″ motor with Mickey Thompson cross ram intake and two 500 cfm carter AFB carburetors, headers, 30/30 Duntov cam, Mallory dual point ignition and Borg Warner 4-speed transmission with a McLeod dual disc clutch. In the rear were 4.11:1 gears with lift bars to control traction. The car was pretty quick for it’s time. I ran NHRA C/Modified Production at 13.08 seconds and about 110 mph in the quarter against a 12.87 second NHRA national record. I was in the hunt and competitive. This was not a race only car, it spent the majority of it’s time on the street. I had some success with the car on the strip, but that only gave trophies as a reward. My real passion was street racing. It was more exciting, and the monetary benefits were greater. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go out on a Wednesday or Thursday night and pick up $200-$400 street racing. Remember this was back in the early to mid sixties.

I decided to delay going to college for a year or two. Work and save up some money so that I wouldn’t have to work so much and go to escort gaziantep bayan numaraları school too. Most of my family and friends didn’t think that I would continue my education. They figured that I would work full time or end up in jail. I was kid of a rowdy kid. Loved Racing, drinking beer with my buddies and getting into the occasional fight for the hell of it. That’s what we did. Not real bad, but bad enough for the times.

Having my own place had a lot of advantages for me. No curfew, no asking permission for what I did, lots of freedom. Made me the envy of a lot of my friends. There was a down side to this though. Although I wasn’t very successful with girls at the time what with working, fixing my car and racing I didn’t have a lot of time to date, this opportunity to date got worse. If the girls parents knew who I was and that I had my own apartment they frequently would not let their daughter go out with me. OK, you can’t have everything.

Things on the whole were pretty good. I worked for a number of local contractors. Put in my 8 hours a day monday thru fFriday and was doing very well finically. Had more than enough to live on. Money to put into my car and saved some for school. I sometimes was able to pull Saturday work and once in a while on Sunday. So I was making enough money to support my self nicely and had money left over. Joe’s mother, Sara would buy beer for us which we kept in the frig that was in the garage. We could drink it when we were working on our cars, or doing yard work for her. The rule was, no drunks and we couldn’t leave if we had been drinking. This was OK.

Things went on like this for several months. I had noticed that across from my living room window was the window for both of the upstairs baths at Joe’s house. One was the main bath for the second floor which Joe and his older sister used. She was a sophmore in college and was only home on holidays and during the summer. The other was the bath for the master bedroom. I had a perfect view of both.

The first time that I noticed this was one night as I was turning off the lights to go to bed I notice the master bath light on across the way. I saw Sara enter the bath in her Robe. She reached in to turn on the shower and removed her robe while the water heated up. At 36 she was a very good-looking woman. Pregnant and married before she graduated high school. Trim petite, outstandingly firm figure with raven black hair down to her shoulders. Her breasts were not large, but firm, pert and topped with fairly large nipples. This was an amazing sight, especially for a 18 year old teenager with a bad case of raging hormones. The sight of Sara standing nude in her bathroom window not more that 50 feet from me was causing those hormones to explode. She had shapely well proportioned hips and ass. I could clearly see her pubic area with its tuft of black hair. Was this exciting or what!

I was watching my best friends mother, what was wrong with me, was I some kind of pervert or something, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She stepped into the shower. I couldn’t see her again till she stepped out and toweled off. Wow! Was I enjoying this? After drying off she hung up the towel, put on her robe, turned off the light and left the bathroom. Show over.

As I had the lights off in my apartment I was fairly certain that she had not seem me, at least I hoped that she hadn’t. I ran to my bedroom, threw my self on the bed and jacked off to the best orgasm that I had had in a long time. This routine went on for a couple of more months. I would see her maybe two or three times a week and usually it was the same thing. The only change that occurred was when Monique, Joe’s sister came home for the summer. Then I sometimes got a double feature. Monique would enter the master bath and do her nightly routine. It was like seeing a younger, thinner version of her mother. She had the same outstanding figure; small pert upright breasts with large dark nipples. That same black patch of pubic hair that covered her sex, but not quite as large. For a hormone infused teenager this was unbelievable. Monique’s routine was much the same as her mother’s except for one very exciting difference. A few times while Monique was waiting for the water to heat up she would get heated up. She would stroke her vagina with her fingers and rub her little clitoris to orgasm. This was something that I had never seen before. It was exciting to watch, very exciting. So now my personal voyeur show was a double feature. I must have jacked off a thousand times that summer watching the two of them.

This went on all summer. It was better than TV, which I seldom turned on now that I had live entertainment. This was great. When Monique returned to school in the fall I was back to a single feature, but that was OK, it was still an outstanding show.

I had come to the realization the neither Sara or Monique escort gaziantep pornoları was aware that I was watching them or they didn’t care. We spoke often during the day and evenings when I was home and they gave no indication that they were aware. I thanked my lucky stars for that. Besides the embarrassment, I was uncertain what other ramifications would occur if they knew. I

liked living there and wasn’t looking forward to having to find another place to live. As sort of a bonus I also got to watch Joe’s girlfriend through the master bath window once. She had stayed over in Monique’s room to go somewhere with Joe early the next morning. It being easier for them to leave very early from Joe’s house rather than pick her up at her home and leave from there. Joe liked girls with big tits and she was no disappointment in this area. Her melons were the size of large cantaloupe halves with small but cute nipples. As she was young so they were firm and high on her chest without a hint of sag. This was just a bonus show for me.

Shortly after Monique returned to college things changed. Sara seemed sad most of the time almost to the point of being depressed. I didn’t see her radiant smile as often and she just wasn’t happy. One night about 10:00 a month after Monique returned to school Sara came up the stairs to my apartment. The door was open as it usually was, “May I come in?’ she asked meekly.

“Please, enter Madame,” trying to make a small joke.

She had been in my apartment on numerous occasions, to bring me leftovers from dinner, deliver my mail, to ask if she could pick up something for me at the store, lots of different times, so this was not unusual. That it was this late was different. She came in as sat at the dining room table. As it was a warm fall evening I asked if she would like a Pepsi or a beer, those being the only beverages that I had on hand. She accepted the Pepsi as well as I did. She was dress in khaki shorts and a white sleeveless blouse that was a little tight. I got out drinks, gave her hers and sat down at the table with her and asked, “How are you this evening? You look a little sad, is there anything wrong.”

She looked into my eyes, I could see the sadness in the depths of hers. She didn’t say anything for a while, just looked into my eyes. Softly she spoke, “My husband is screwing around on me. Not with just one woman but lots of them. It’s been going on for years; I just ignored it, not wanting to admit that it was happening. I guess if I knew then I would have to do something about it. So I just ignored it. He hasn’t touched me in over a year. It makes me feel so bad. I do love him and don’t want to leave him. He is a good husband and provider. He loves the kids and takes very good care of them. I don’t want to loose him or leave him, but I can’t go on in this state of depravity.”

It all came out like a damn bursting. I didn’t know what to think, do, or say, young and immature as I was. She put her head on her arms on the table and began to cry softly. Not knowing what else to do I got up and moved over next to her and put my arms around her and just held her. I held her for quite a while. I didn’t know what else to do or what to say to her. She felt so warm, so soft and so vulnerable in my arms. Shortly she raised her head and stood.

“I shouldn’t be dumping my problems on you Jerry, but I don’t know who else I can talk to about this. I trust you and know that you will keep it to yourself. I just needed to let it out. Thank you for being here.”

Tears welled in her large dark eyes and began running down her cheeks. I put my arms around her again and held her close to my chest. I could feel her tears wetting my T-shirt. I just held her like that until she seemed to recover. She raised her head from my chest and looked up into my eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes for an couple of minutes and then without and warning or provocation she kissed me. Gently at first and then stronger with more passion, I felt her lips part and I touched her tongue with mine. We kissed and hugged each other like this for what seemed like hours, but were in reality only minutes.

She finally broke our kiss and embrace, ” We shouldn’t do this, this isn’t right. I need to go now.” With that she moved back and left.

Wow! That was intense. I finished up my dinner dishes, took a shower and went to bed, all the while trying to sort out what had happened. I slept little that night thinking of holding her and how good it felt having her body next to mine.

Over the next week we saw each other in passing. She would smile and say hi, I returned the greeting and that was about all. Things seemed to go back to normal. This week her husband was out of town on business again, Joe had gone to a football game at his sister’s college for the weekend and it was just the two of us around. She asked me over for dinner. I accepted. escort gaziantep portalı When I arrived at her back door, she let me in and led me into the kitchen dining area. The table was already set and she told me to take a seat and she would serve dinner. She served parmisan chicken, green salad, string beans and hard rolls. An excellent dinner. Much better than the soup and sandwich I was going to make for myself. We made small talk though dinner about , where I was working and what kind of jobs they were, nothing serious or heavy. After we ate I helped her clear the table, do the dishes and put them away. Really a very pleasant evening. I told her that I needed to get back to my place as I had some things to do and didn’t want to over stay my welcome. Thanked her for dinner and headed toward the back door.

At the door she took my arm and turned me around and put her arms around me and hugged me before I realized what was happening. She then kissed me firmly on the lips and stepped back, “Thank you Jerry I needed that, Good Night.” And with that said she let me out the door.

Wow! Life is good was all I could think. I returned to my apartment, finished what I had to do, showered and went to bed. I lay there thinking of Sara and how she felt. The girls that I had dated up to that point in my life and there weren’t that many could not come close to comparing to this woman. What a woman! I drifted off to sleep after a while with thoughts of her floating through my head.

I must have been around 11:00 when I heard the door to my apartment open. I never locked it so all anyone had to do was walk in. I lay there listening trying to decide if I should retrieve the baseball bat that was just under the edge of the bed. I saw a form enter the bedroom doorway and knew who it was immediately. It was Sara. She had on the satin robe that I had seen her put on many times after she had finished her bath. She crossed the room, stopping at the edge of the bed. She undid the sash of her robe and slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. In the faint light coming through the bedroom window I could see her magnificent figure standing before me in all its splendid glory. God, she was a good-looking woman.

She lifted the bed covers and slipped in beside me. I started to say something, but she put her finger across my lips and said, “Shhhhh….”

She then put her arms around me and gave me the most passionate kiss that I had every felt. It was warm, wet, and filled with a passion the was like fire. We hugged and kissed and played tongue tag for some time. My cock got hard instantly and with each passing moment seemed to get harder. I moved my hands down to cup her breasts and to feel and rub her nipples. Her breasts felt so soft warm and supple, while her nipples were hard and erect and on fire. As I caressed them I could tell the she was become very aroused. She had positioned her self so that her pubic mound was pressing on my upper thigh and she was rubbing her soft luscious bush and the lips of her vagina against my thigh. I could feel their wetness as she rubbed up and down. I felt her hand touch my hardened cock, her fingers around it as she stroked.

I reached for her vagina, placing my hand between my leg and her sex. She rubbed her mound against my fingers, as I stretched my fingers lower they contacted the wet, soft, slightly swollen labia lips. My finger slipped between then and I could feel the wet heat inside her. We continued this for some minutes.

In time She pulled my hand back to her breast and slid her leg over to the other side of my hips. She was now straddling me with her hot wet vagina lips pressing on my cock. My cock was hard as a steel rod and twitched as she rubbed against it.

She moved herself so that her vagina slid back and forth on my hard cock. If she didn’t quit this soon I was going to cum very quickly. I suppose you would call this dry humping. She was rubbing her pussy against my hard cock.. I was not inside of her, but the lips of her pussy were around either side of my dick. After a while she slowed this action. We were both very wet from her vaginal juices. She kind of slid back slightly tilted her hip a little more and moved forward again. My dick slipped inside her pussy. A couple of more movements on her part and I was completely inside. It was tight, tighter than I had imagined a woman who had had two kids would be. She began moving up and down on my swollen shaft as I continued to suck and nibble on her breasts. I could feel the walls of her vagina tightening and massaging my cock as she moved up and down. I slipped my hand down to caress her mound and when I touched something there she gave a start and a yelp. It must have been a good thing as I kept rubbing that spot and she got more and more aroused. I could feel the pressure in my groin building and knew I was going to cum soon, very soon. Just as I started my release and the first shot of cum erupted from my cock I felt her vaginal muscles tighten on my cock and the rest of her body arching and tightening up. My cock continued to erupt, sending load after load of cum into her. It was an intense orgasm for both of us. Only glad that I had lasted long enough to allow her have her moment also. She collapsed onto my chest and we just lay there for a while catching our breath. It had been very intense.

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I always found sex as something most beautiful and most perfect that has ever existed. The existence and experience of orgasm even more. Many months have passes since my encounter with Josh and Luke, and I dreamt about them last night.

When I woke up from mine afternoon rest, I was pretty tense and in the need to cum. I slowly started to rub my pussy, the sheets felt so soft on my naked body. As soon as I touched it, it was very wet. I massaged it gently up and down, moving my hips as if someone was fucking me.

The feeling was so good and my pussy that much wet made me even more aroused, so I rubbed my clit faster and in circles, and finally felt the orgasm coming. It was quick and fast, but not enough. I was not in the great mood because I had to go to a seminar and a cocktail party afterwards.

I hurried up to get dressed, I’ve put on my black lace panties, a nice falling dress keeping in mind that that will be easy for talking off if I meet anyone up for a good fuck. I’ve put on my red lipstick, a little bit of makeup and off to a hotel.

The seminar lasted for hours, and it drove me crazy. Too many people, all possible kinds, and it seemed as if it will never end. And all I was thinking of was how my pussy needed something. Later on, there was a cocktail party at the big hall, I went to the bar, ordered double rum to relax myself. Few minutes after, I hear a familiar, deep male voice.

“I’ll have a beer.” a man said.

I turned around and saw my former high school professor. He was in his mid fifties, but still in shape. There was always something hot about his voice and his character. I felt fire running through my body as I stared at my drink.

“Alice! Is that you?” he said.

“Oh, professor John so good to see you here!” I replied.

“Please Alice, don’t call me that way, we are both adults” he said smiling.

“May I sit beside you? Wow, you look really great, a real woman.” he added.

I was so turned on, I think he realized it, because he was observing me the whole time. We drank our drinks and talked for like two hours. The rum has taken its effect over me and it was quite visible.

“Alice, would you please help me to take some seminar materials to my hotel room, and we can take a drink there too.” John said.

“Oh, of course, let’s go.” I replied.

When we entered the room, I could hear his excited breathing, and he locked the door. The sound of his breathing and the key in the door made me so tense and horny.

“Put escort gaziantep bayan haberleri those papers over there on the table.” he said.

He approached me from behind, put his hands around me I felt shivers in my whole body.

“I really like your perfume Alice, come, dance with me.” he said.

My hands were on his shoulders, we were swaying without any music in the background. He pressed me to his body, looked at me, at my lips.

“You are a real woman now. You were hot when you were a student, but now, you are really something.” he said.

“This is not ok John, I’m drunk, and you used to be my professor.”

He didn’t say a word, he kept swaying his body against mine, and I could feel his hand over my dress, going lower to my ass, he just gently caressed it.

“Don’t be tense Alice, let’s take that dress of, we don’t need it.” he said, and pulled my dress down. I was amazed by his action and he started to kiss me, our tongues intertwined, it was so hot.

He walked me to a chair, made me sit down, taken his jeans and pants off. His cock was touching my lips, I opened my mouth and started to suck it hard, and as I was jerking it with my lips, it was getting harder and harder, all the way to my throat.

“Oh Alice, I knew you are so good at this, suck it like that baby!”

His cock was getting bigger and bigger in my mouth, and I liked it so much. I nailed his cock in my mouth and rubbed his balls so hard I felt his cock pulsing and his hot sperm filled my mouth. I swallowed his hot cum, he lift me up, held my hands behind my back and began to rub my pussy. My lace panties were soaked with my juice, John mumbled, ripped them off, and circled my clit so nice I was moaning and lingering.

When I looked at his cock it was still hard and big.

“Oh Alice, I’m full of this cum, and I’m going to fill your little pussy with it. And you say this is not ok. It’s not ok that I rub your tiny pussy like this? Make it all wet?” he said with his horny voice.

He put his two fingers inside me, and hit my pussy it made me scream.

“Oh John please, don’t!” I yelled.

“Don’t what? I always wanted you so bad, and now that I have you here I’m going to make this pussy remember me well. Oh, Alice you are so wet! Do you like how I rub your pussy baby?”

“Oh John, oh yes!” I moaned.

He grabbed my ass, lift me up on the shelf by the wall.

“Open your legs for me baby, mmm I want escort gaziantep hikayeleri to destroy your pussy with my cock, see how you made it hard.”

He rubbed his hard cock against my pussy that it hurt, I moved closer to wall, he pulled me back, spread my legs so hard and I was in great pain.

“Now I have to punish your pussy, I will pound you so hard.” he said.

He nailed his huge cock in my pussy and began pounding it so fast and hard I was screaming in pain, but it felt so hot. He held me by the hips as his huge cock was getting bigger and bigger inside me. My pussy was so wet his cock was all covered with my juice.

John took me and carried me to the bed, laid down on me, keeping my legs spread with his body and slammed his cock deep inside me.

“Oh John you are driving me crazy!”

“Yeah baby, I like how my cock spreads your wet pussy, I feel your juice on my balls. Mmmm do you feel how big my cock is, aahh your pussy is so tight it burns.” he said.

Oh, he fucked me so good, like an experienced man, and I didn’t mind his age, he was so strong, and his big cock was destroying my pussy, oh it felt so good and the pain was even better. John put his thumb in my mouth as he pounded my pussy, I sucked it, made it wet and he rubbed my clit.

“Come on Alice, cum on my cock, I want to feel it so bad, ah your pussy looks so good with my cock slamming it! Give it to me girl!” he said.

John hammered my pussy deeper and deeper, I was all on fire and felt a wave of emotions coming down on me as he fucked my pussy apart. I swayed and screamed as the orgasm took over me.

“That’s it girl, oh look at your pussy, mmm it’s burning!” he said.

I felt his cock is going to explode inside me as he nailed my slippery pussy harder and harder.

“Oooh John, it hurts!” I screamed.

And then, he slammed his cock inside me, I felt his sperm coming out, it was hot and thick and he kept nailing his throbbing cock slowly, my pussy made loud noises.

“Oh Alice, you look tired, but I’m not done with you, I want to fuck all your pussy juice out of you!”

John came closer to me, we started kissing, his arms were all over me. Then he put his arm under my neck, pulled me closer, he bit my lips, and I felt his hand covering my pussy.

“Oh John, please, it’s enough, I can’t!” I moaned.

He did not respond, but began to spread my juice all over my pussy and thighs. That made me so escort gaziantep bayan ilanları hot, I was not able to resist it. John slowly massaged my pussy, his cum was still flowing out of me, and then, he began fingering me with his three fingers it made me scream.

“Oh baby, look how my fingers spread your tiny pussy mmm, I know it feels good, oh it’s so wet, come on give me one more, I want you to cum on my hand so that I can fuck you harder!” he said.

John circled his fingers inside my pussy, mumbling and slamming them deep as much as he could. I was all in pain, and the pleasure was over the top, it made me move my hips and moan like crazy.

“Yeah girl, open your legs like that, come on, cover my fingers with your cum!”

I was getting weaker, my body covered with sweat, and John’s cock was hard and big, he pressed it against my hip as he fingered me faster my juice was all over his hand.

John pulled me up, took a pillow and made me lay down on my stomach, putting the pillow under my hips. I was so horny, and even though my pussy was in pain I knew his cock will make it all disappear.

He spread my legs with his, took his cock and hit my pussy with his hard and wide dick head.

“Oh, I love how you pussy makes noises, I will rough you up so hard until I make your pussy swollen!”

Then I felt his thumbs on my pussy spreading them so his cock could get inside me. As I felt his wide dick head entering my pussy I moaned and John took my hands, kept them around my back and thrust his whole cock inside me. I wanted to run away, but he kept me tight.

“Keep still baby, feel my big cock! Oh, your wet pussy likes it so much! I will rip your pussy baby!” he said.

As John nailed me harder and harder my pussy was on fire, he could feel it, and he liked it so much. Oh, his cock was something special. His every move made me want to scream and beg him not to stop even it hurt me. His cock felt so rough my pussy was squeezing in pain.

Then he laid over me, his cock still inside me fucking me hard, his lips on my ear.

“Oh Alice, I always wanted to fuck you, your pussy makes me crazy, take my cock, I will fill you with my sperm. Take it baby, take it!” he said.

“Oh John!” I moaned.

I felt his hand going under my hip, and as he nailed his cock deep inside me he rubbed my pussy and made my sway.

“Yeah girl, come on, cum on my cock, oh how your pussy is squeezing it, I could fuck you forever!”

As the orgasm was coming I was louder and louder, screaming his name, his cock pulsating inside my pussy made me cum so hard my legs were shaking as his sperm was flowing down his cock which still kept my pussy spread wide.

Later he drove me to my flat, and as I was going out of his car he grabbed me by the pussy kissing me, saying:

“I can’t get enough of your pussy, hope I will have the pleasure to fuck you again sometimes.”

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There was loud music emanating from the closed door in front of me.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the entrance, two men in black, leather jackets flanking either side of the door. They both wore dark shades even though it was at night and their well-built bodies sent shivers down my spine.

As I approached the door, one of them held out his hand and I stopped in my tracks. He stared at me for a moment as though trying to decide who I was or what I was doing there. I remained silent in the night breeze as the moonlight bounced off my rimmed spectacles.

The other man then nodded and gestured for me to approach. There was a short flight of stairs between them and the gentlemen, and once I approached them, they did a body search on me.

“Welcome,” said one of the men once they were done frisking me. He flung open the door and I was hit by a blast of hot air, cigarette smoke and loud music. I almost took a step back at the sheer loudness of the place.

However, I composed myself quickly enough and walked into the hazy building. Before my eyes could adjust, all I could see were bright, flashing lights in the midst of a smoky room. There was tumultuous activity everywhere as people rushed about the place.

The music was catchy, trendy and I found myself bobbing my head even before I found a place to sit. As my eyes adjusted to the place, I noticed for the first time that there were skimpily dressed women zooming about the place, clutching trays and beer glasses in their hands.

People all around me were dancing to the music and I was struggling to look for somewhere to sit amid the hubbub. I eventually found an empty table, much to my surprise, and I took the opportunity to rest my sore legs and have a look around the place.

A waitress almost instantly strode to my table, a beautiful young girl with perky tits and a very short mini-skirt. She left little to the imagination as I stared at her thick thighs and my eyes wandered to her voluptuous chest in which a loosely hanging bra restrained her breasts.

“What can I get you?” She asked.

“How about you?” I said, smiling.

A smile also cracked on her face. She ended up revealing her perfect teeth and there was something about her beautiful visage that I could not resist. She had the innocent eyes of a toddler but I could already see that she was a bad girl.

“You look very beautiful in that skirt,” I said, salivating, “why don’t you join me for a drink?”

“That’s funny,” said the waitress, “as you can see, I’m on duty. So what can I get you?”

I shrugged. “A cold beer.”

She started walking away.

“Hey,” I said, raising my voice over the loud music. She paused and turned to look escort gaziantep bayan sitesi at me. “I’ll wait until your shift is over.”

“Will you pay me for my time?” She asked.

I nodded.

She disappeared into the crowd and eventually returned with my drink. She did not have a chat with me this tie, instead disappearing into the crowd as soon as she had come. I enjoyed my drink, observing the people around me in the small strip club having fun.

Eventually, the waitress surprised me when she walked up to me later that evening when I had already downed a few beers and I was getting drunk. As she approached, I noticed that she had changed her clothing and now she was looking more decent in a pair of jeans and a large coat.

“I’m ready to go,” she said, refraining from taking a seat beside me.

I was a little surprised that she wanted to go with me. But I did not hesitate, getting off my feet as quickly as I could and I followed her to the exit. I could not keep my eyes from staring at her luscious bottom and I could already imagine my hands all over her.

My sedan was parked out front. We got into it and I sped off towards a nearby hotel. We had s short conversation, a simple and direct one. She wanted me to pay her a certain amount of money for the night, something that I did promptly. She stashed away her money in her handbag as we reached the hotel. We walked into the dark, secluded building hand-in-hand and I was surprised that the waitress had already developed a liking for me.

We barely had conversation between ourselves yet I could feel a strange spark between us. I took a room that was on the top floor of the building, and we held hands right up to the hotel room. By this time, my penis was already hard in my jeans and I felt excited by what was about to happen.

Once we were in the confines of the room, I jumped out of my clothes and slid into the large double bed. It was cold but I knew I was about to get all the warmth I needed.

The waitress also seemed only too happy to get out of her clothes. It was a bit of a struggle for her to liberate her jeans from her body, but she eventually took out all her clothes and stood before me in her birth suit.

My dick was rock hard. She joined me in bed and I felt the softness of her skin on mine. She was quite warm and we held each other in a loving embrace as we tried to heat up our bodies. Her perfume wafted into my nose like the aroma of freshly baked cookies left out to cool on a kitchen counter.

She started fumbling with my hard penis, at first jerking it gently and then she started rubbing my balls. I closed my eyes to allow the sensations escort gaziantep bayan forum to seep into me like water seeps into a sponge. Eventually, she started easing her way down my body, rubbing my belly until my dick was in her mouth.

She sucked me off in a vigorous way, a feeling that I had not experienced in a very long time. I found myself moaning involuntarily and for a minute, I seemed lost in my pleasurable sensations. The world seemed to have come to a standstill.

After a short while, she got on top of me and started riding my dick. Her pussy was warm and wet, and the combination of her beautiful figure was too much for me to take in. I was surprised that I was ejaculating within a short time, cum shooting out of my dick like a rifle discharging a round.

She had a big smile on her face once she felt my cum wetting her. She slid off me and lay on my chest, feeling the rapid way in which my heart was beating in my chest.

“I need to tell you something,” she said after some minutes had gone by. She was caressing my chest hairs gently and it felt really nice to be in her company.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I want you to marry me,” she said.

“What?” I was not sure I heard her correct.

“You must be really horny not to have recognized me,” she said, our gazes meeting.

I was a little confused. I stared at her for a minute, trying to recognize her but nothing was forthcoming. For the first time that evening, I started feeling nervous.

“We were in high school together,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “I’m Jenna, don’t you remember?”

Then the memories started to flood back into my head like a river bursting its banks. She was right, we had gone to high school together now that I started to see the familiarity of her face, although she was much fatter than I had remembered.

“I lost weight once I got out of high school,” she said, “that’s probably why you don’t recognize me.”

“Jeez,” I exclaimed, “what a strange coincidence.”

She nodded.

“So you work as a waitress in that strip club?” I asked.

She nodded once more.

I remembered that we used to be friends, we used to talk when we were in school together, but I had never been romantically interested in her. I never thought that the day would come that I would hook up with such a person.

“Why have you asked me to marry you?” I asked as I watched shadows dancing around the room. The street below was silent and I could almost hear the gusts of wind outside sweeping up the dust into the air.

“I know that you’re already married,” said Jenna, “I know your wife.”

I was puzzled. “So why are escort bayan gaziantep you asking me to marry you?”

She shrugged. I’ve always been attracted to you and lately, I have been looking for a mate. But once you walked into the club tonight, I was convinced that I can be your wife.”

I remained silent for a moment, surprised at what I was hearing.

“I can satisfy you,” said Jenna, a small smile creaking up on her face, “I can do for you what your wife is not doing.”

My heart started beating faster in my chest.

“Do you like me?” She asked.

I nodded slightly.

She then slid down my chest until her face was in position between my legs. Then she started sucking my dick once more and I felt my body stiffen with pleasure. The way she touched me felt as though an angel was running their hands through my body.

She was very good with my dick in her mouth and I felt as though my body was going to melt. When she eventually surfaced from between my legs, I positioned her on the bed so that she was lying down with her stomach.

I got on top of her and dangled my dick between her ass cheeks, enjoying her softness and warmth. My dick was so hard I was scared I was developing a third leg.

I eventually shoved my penis into her wet and waiting pussy and I started thrusting hard and fast. As I moved rhythmically inside and out of her, she seemed to get wetter and her moans got louder.

The sensation of being inside her was too much for me to control and I had to close my eyes at some point. There were all sorts of smells renting the air as I fucked her, a blend of our activity with our lingering perfume.

I was moaning uncontrollably now as I felt myself about to ejaculate hard. She, too, was writhing in pleasure beneath me and I grabbed her firm ass as I felt cum shooting out of me. It was the kind of feeling that could make my eyes roll back in their sockets.

Once I got off her, she was panting like a dog on a hot day. I looked at her pussy, in between her legs and she was a mess. I had cum hard and I enjoyed looking at the product of my work.

“Will you be going back to your wife?” She asked me after we had an opportunity to catch our breaths.

“I have to,” I said, “but I’ll come see you tonight. Maybe we can spend the night together.”

She nodded. I soon found myself drifting off to sleep and as I got cozy, I fell into a deep slumber. When I woke up, however, I was in a state of panic because sunlight was already streaming into the room.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath as I got up from the bed, “I’m going to be late for work.”

I started getting out of bed when I noticed that there was somebody seated by the window on a small rocking chair. The blinders had been drawn, and that is why sunlight was streaming into the room in the first place.

However, once my eyes settled on who was seated by the window, I gasped in shock.

“Sharon?” The words seemed to forcefully leave my mouth. “What are you doing here?”

My wife turned to face me and the expression on her eyes was like a wildfire.

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To make sense of this I recommend you read all the previous chapters of this series if you have not done so already. To start at the beginning, look for a revised collection of Chapters 1, 2 and 3 consolidated into one submission.

As usual, this is a work of fiction and all events, places and people are products of my imagination.

*****

Jim noticed something strange about Gee as she walked to the car. She walked with less than her usual rigid upright stance and her limp was more noticeable than usual. Also, she was surprisingly quiet. After seeing the grandchildren, she normally bubbled over with little stories about their progress or naughtiness.

As they drove back home, Jim found he was having to also drive the conversation.

“So, how are Mary Ann and Tobin?”

“They seem to be doing fine.” Jim noticed it was a straight answer but there was no elaboration.

“The kids?”

“Also, fine.”

“Only fine?”

“Daisy is a little rascal. Sweet and caring though. Alex seems precocious. Talking already.”

Jim waited for more, but nothing came. He worried. Was she mad at him? Was Gee having second thoughts about the hall pass she had given him and the advantage he had taken of it? He thought that normally she would be bursting with questions about his meeting with Patrick. She hadn’t mentioned him.

Jim struggled to make conversation over the mercifully short journey. He tried to sound upbeat. He felt rejected.

He took Gee’s suitcase upstairs. Gee followed him and asked, “Be a dear and make me a lemon tea and bring it up to me. I’m going to take a shower.”

Jim looked directly into Gee’s eyes, “Gee. I’m worried. Are you alright?”

Gee’s look was almost blank. She did not answer him and looked away. “Just bring the tea.”

Jim did as he was asked. He took the lemon tea, with some plain cookies that she liked, on a tray up to the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table. Gee emerged naked from the bathroom and still drying herself, gave Jim a wane smile, “Thanks.”

Jim still loved Gee’s beautiful firm body. Instead of getting dressed as Jim had expected, since it was only eleven in the morning, Gee climbed between the freshly laundered sheets and into bed, her back to the headboard and the top sheet covering her breasts. She sipped her hot tea and looked over to Jim. “Join me.” She patted the bed.

By this point, Jim felt completely at sea. He did not know what was going on and feared the worst that she wanted a separation because of his triste with Susan. He had failed her test of fidelity. Jim sat up on the bed beside Gee.

Then things took a turn that was even stranger from Jim’s point of view. “Get naked and into bed with me. Please Jim. I need you here.” Gee patted the bed again.

Jim stripped and climbed into bed next to Gee. She said nothing as she finished her drink and set the cup aside. She shuffled herself down under the covers. Jim followed lying on his back. Gee rolled over and snuggled under Jim’s arm to place her head on his chest. Gee sighed.

Jim had to say something. “Better?”

“Mmmm.”

“Good.” Jim pulled her closer to him. Her warm body close to his side. Her hand settled on his ribs and she squeezed just slightly. It was Jim’s turn to sigh. He thought maybe things were going to be alright after all.

They were silent for minutes in this position.

Gee spoke quietly, “Do you know what day it is?”

Reflexively Jim replied, “Thursday.” In that moment he knew that was not the question being asked. He could not think of anything special about this day or date. He feared he should have marked it. He rapidly added, “No, I don’t know what day it is.”

“It’s ten years since my accident. A decade since my life changed forever.”

Tears instantly sprang to Jim’s eyes not only because of the event and the fact he had forgotten it, but out of a sense of relief. “Oh Gee. Sweetie. I should have remembered. Forgive me.”

“No. You forgive me.”

Jim was stunned and puzzled at Gee’s response. “Why forgive you? You could not help the accident. You had no control. How could you have changed things? It was a tragic accident. Shit happens. No, you have to forgive me for forgetting this tragic anniversary. But here’s the thing sweetie, it did happen, and we cannot change that. We have adjusted.”

“I forgive you for forgetting, of course. Why should you track this?” Gee paused for a moment before she continued. “Honey, you were at the height of your career. You were getting three or four highly lucrative consulting contracts a year. You paid off our mortgage, created a nice little nest egg, and then used those hard-earned funds to build your auto collection. Also, my darling you made my life very comfortable. I stopped that progression.”

“No, your unforeseeable accident stopped my consulting but also had the virtue of redirecting my attention back to you. That’s all. Anyway, I was tiring of undertaking that work. bayan escort I was away from you too much. We are financially secure, I have my auto collection and moreover, I still have you. It’s enough.”

“I thought you loved the consulting work. You seemed so happy.”

“I was at first. The trips all over the world were exciting but each vaccination I took and every mosquito bite I felt took the shine off the glitter. I was tiring of the life. I particularly hated the sameness of the international hotels I was parked in when in the cities. The smell of the field camps sticks with me to this day. The long trudges through almost impenetrable jungle. I got tired. Also, I missed you to the point of aching at times.”

“Really. Oh, my dearest, you’ve never told me this before. I know I was blessed when luck would have it you were at home when the accident occurred. Otherwise, we might not be here having this conversation. Your presence kept me alive. You sat and read to me all the time I was in a coma. I honestly believe that pulled me through.”

“I was teaching about tectonic plates when my Dean rushed in and pulled me out of the lecture hall. I recall that precisely. It was about this time of day. No. I now clearly remember I was giving a ten-minute test at the end of the lecture. I had just turned on the slide with the questions when the Dean came in. In two minutes, it will be precisely ten to twelve. You were cycling on your way to work for your noon shift at the library.”

They lay silent for a while before Jim moved so he could place a long tender kiss on Gee’s lips. They were both crying. They held their position before slowly rolling on their backs to fall asleep.

As Jim mustered his senses to wake up, he became aware of a warm wet feeling at his groin. For a split second he thought he must have peed himself before it came to him that Gee’s mouth was working his cock. He went from flaccid to hard in an instant.

Gee’s head popped up from under the sheets, “You’re awake,” before immediately returning with even more vigor. Jim appreciated that she had not lost her subtle oral touch and lingual dexterity. He came quickly with a plentiful supply of ejaculate.

Gee chocked a bit before regaining control of her throat. She lovingly kept sucking and toothlessly massaging his shrinking cock until he was completely soft. Emerging from the love cave she had created under the sheets she grinned and raised her eyebrows, “OK?”

“Baby you have not missed a beat. That was fantastic. The best.”

“I’m wet. Feel me.” Jim rolled onto his side and reached down to Gee’s vulva. His curled fingers slipped easily between her receptive folds and into her cunt. “See.” Jim just grunted and delved deeper.

“You ready for the real thing?”

“No Jim. Forgive me, not yet. But I am coming along.” Gee giggled. “Well, not quite coming, if you know what I mean. Continue with you fingers though.” Jim obliged.

“Just as well you’re not ready. Your tongue cleared me out. It may be more than a few minutes before I could perform again.”

Gee purred for a full five minutes before she said, “I’m done. Thank you. We’ll return to this again soon. I feel I am on the first day of my new life with my training wheels on. Maybe this evening you can repeat your Susan event description, but now I want to know all about what you thought about Patrick and how the evening went.”

“Before that, tell me did you have a dream before you woke up just now? Similar to the previous two mornings when I called?”

“I cannot keep any secrets from you, can I? Yes. Different though this time it was Susan and Kelsey both giving me a massage and pleasurably working me over, if you get my drift. Of course, my enjoyment of their ministrations presents a big question mark in my own mind that I have to work out. Getting it on with women? Who’d have thought? Nice outcome – damn it, there’s that word again – though. Now, about Patrick please.”

Jim opened with, “Patrick’s huge. You never told me he is so big.”

Jim then spent almost an hour going over the events of the previous evening starting with the initial phone call. Gee kept interrupting Jim for details. She was also able to clarify some of Jim’s questions. Jim learned that Patrick – she refused to refer to him as Pat – was the scion of a wealthy merchant banker. The father owns the tax-dodge farm where Patrick now had his studio. Gee had visited and knew the set-up, although the studio was under construction when she went. Jim reflected she had never told him about the visit, but then she was her own person and did not need to tell him everything. She also had met Simon the driver.

Jim was pressed to give details on the dancing display by her fellow models and the students, and then speculate if it had developed into an orgy after he had left for the meal. Jim was getting into the spirit of the narrative and gave a colorful guess as to how things might have gone. escort bayan After Jim had run the whole evening past Gee, totally leaving out any reference about the business of the photographic studio, he wanted to be clear about one particular thing.

“Gee. I bluntly asked Patrick if he wanted to fuck you. He answered somewhat obliquely that any red-blooded male would. I agree with that, but he was basically saying yes. If you ever want Patrick to fuck you, I will reciprocate your generosity and hand over a hall pass providing I hear all about your encounter. Ok?” Gee nodded. “But be clear. There is no pressure from me and you, in your heart, must want to him to fuck you.”

“Got it. I have a question though. What if I do and his meat is so large that I fall in love with the feel of something huge inside me? What then?” Jim admired her perception.

“It would be a risk I am willing to take.” Jim already knew he was safe, unless Patrick was lying to him about the size of his cock.

It was mid-afternoon by the time they rose and dressed. Gee checked the fridge for food that Jim had thoughtfully stocked with fresh items. “Good job.”

Gee made a salad and sandwiches. As they finished, the phone rang. It was Susan.

Jim picked up the call, “Hi there beautiful. How’s that little girl of yours doing?”

Susan reported, “She’s started to eat heartily. And there is already a twinkle in her eye. She’s playing with the little ones now.”

“That’s good news. Gee’s here. Want to talk with her?”

“Of course. But first, you up, circumstances permitting, for a second round?”

Jim was uncertain to play that invitation with Gee sitting next to him. “We’ll see. Here’s Gee.”

Gee took the cordless phone, “Hi girl. I hear you’ve found a new friend.” She talked as she walked, with no sign of a limp, into the family room and deposited herself on the sofa with her feet up. She was beyond Jim’s hearing range, but he did catch a few bursts of raucous laughter. He smiled to himself that his Gee was back.

Jim was reading the news on his computer, after clearing up the lunch mess, when Gee returned the phone to its cradle next to him. “We’ve been invited over for eight tonight after we’ve eaten and when their kids are asleep. Interested?”

“That’s fast out of the blocks. Of course, I’m interested. Yes. Any rules I should know about?”

“That’s good. I already accepted the invite. We’ll bring some wine or liquor and ourselves. Otherwise the evening will unfold as it will. Who knows how? We may need another sleep this afternoon. Full of promise for you I would think, and me too in a weird sort of way. Unexplored territory.” Gee then gave a broad grin, “Maybe you should go down to the pharmacy to fill that prescription for the little blue pills we’ve had on ice for two years or more. I hope it’s still valid.”

“No sweetie. Not this time. I’ll do what I can do, should the need arise. I still have my rough tongue. But I will check out the validity of the prescription. I suspect it’s lapsed.”

“We may be getting a touch ahead of ourselves, I guess. But I really need to test my training wheels soon.”

“Got it.” Jim was vibrating inside at the thought of being with three gorgeous women who all had sex on their minds. He wondered what Susan and Gee had talked about.

Instead of a sleep Gee and Jim went for a gentle walk around the local park that was famous for the garden bed floral displays.

Jim heard much more about the grandchildren. From Gee’s observations it appeared that Mary Ann and Tobin’s sex life was alive and well with them going at it five or six times a week. Gee’s bedroom was next to theirs’. Jim never like Toby much. He seemed like a bit of a wimp, but clearly performed when it was required.

They heated up one of the meals Gee had left in the freezer for Jim and consumed a full bottle of red wine between them. They now felt primed for the rest of the evening. They both showered. Gee wore a thong and decided to dispense with a bra. She knew Kelsey tended to keep their house somewhat on the cool-side, so she wore a pale lavender cashmere V-cut neckline sweater with a full summer floral skirt cliched with a wide belt around her waist. She accented the outfit with some heavy costume jewelry.

Jim and Gee wandered down the road at eight. As Susan opened their front door, Jim felt a wash of hot air. He momentarily thought Gee was overdressed.

The door opened to reveal both Susan and Kelsey in similar outfits. Both Gee and Jim looked them up and down. Jim whistled at them. His spontaneous comment, “Nice outfits!” was received with wide grins.

They both had on blouses and yoga tights with strappy shoes. The bib styled blouses were from a pure white heavy satin material that draped over their unfettered breasts closely following the contours of the upper halves of their beauties and nipples. A double-width choker collar, in blue for Susan bayan escort gaziantep and Green for Kelsey, supported the upper front part of the blouse. A narrower matching-color edge trim traced a line low down under the armpits and around the back to a hook to hold the satiny material together. The blouse was waist length. And the back flared out from the hook at the top of the back to display the tightly covered, delightful rounded, bottoms of the hosts. The yoga pants’ color matched the trim of the blouses. The shoes were white.

Gee and Jim followed Susan into the kitchen and put the craft beer six-pack and the bottle of wine on the counter.

“The kids were slow getting to sleep tonight. I’m a little behind with my prep.” Some carrots and celery that sat on the chopping board still needed to be cut up. “Jim. Kelsey was watching the Yankees play Boston. It’s still on in the family room. You go through and us girls will finish off here and join you later. Take a couple of bottles of your brew with you.”

Jim had his orders and reluctantly made his way to the family room. He could have spent a happy hour just ogling his hosts. The very large, U-shaped, double sectional sofa in front of the sixty-inch screen allowed him to put his feet up and made for comfortable watching. Jim found the remote, cancelled the mute and watched the close game of baseball. Innings past. He began to wonder if he’d been forgotten.

It was the seventh inning when Boston had a runner on third in a tied game with two out. The commentator speculated about a suicide squeeze play. Jim was drawn into the game. The batter bunted towards first and the runner on third took off towards home. The runner made the play at home plate to score the go-ahead run in a close call. He heard applause from behind him. He turned to see a near naked Kelsey standing there. Apart from her still white plaster cast and shoes, all she wore was an orange post-it note on her tummy.

As she circled around to him, he was able to read the black marker on the note, “YOUR HALL PASS. GG.” There was an arrow pointing down.

Kelsey grinned, “You know what follows a good bunt? How about a wet cunt? Time to pay up.”

She did not give a chance for Jim to respond. She was on her knees in front of him struggling to get his zip and belt undone with her one semi-useful left hand. “Help me stud.” Jim obliged and was naked below the waist in no time.

Kelsey immediately leant forward to take his still semi-limp cock in her mouth. It did not stay that way for long. As his manhood rose to its full height, Kelsey also rose to her feet and moved forward to straddle him with her knees on either side of his thighs. She lowered herself, taking him with ease into her wet velvet passage.

Jim initially lent back with his arms spread along the back of the sofa. Then as she shifted up and down, he leant forward to take one nipple in his eager mouth, sucked it and nipped it with his teeth, before moving across to the other. They were only engaged for a minute or so before Jim felt Kelsey’s cunt contract on his cock. She stopped for a few beats then resumed with increased vigor leaning the cast on her arm over his shoulder. She was humming with pleasure.

Jim felt Kelsey’s two more increasing intense orgasms and his own rising passion. Kelsey slowed down. She was tiring. Jim commanded, “Up.” Kelsey rose. “On all fours.” Jim quite forgot about the cast. Kelsey managed it by resting on her elbows with her butt high in the air. Jim got to work from behind delving deep into her accepting cavern. He pounded her faster and faster. She muttered, “Oh my god” over and over again as her initially discrete orgasms flowed into one continuous high. She flooded as he came in deep inside of her.

He thought he heard applause but shook it off as his imagination. As his senses fully returned, he still heard the clapping. Susan and Gee were on the other section of the sofa. Susan had pulled Gee’s sweater up and had her hand on her breast, rolling the nipple, as Gee clapped with arms raised high.

Kelsey disengaged and moved to sit sideways on Jim’s lap with her back in the corner of the L-shaped seating. Susan seemed to take her cue and lent into Gee to kiss her on the lips, still holding her breast. Jim gazed with interest. He remembered what Gee had told him about her dream of being massaged by Susan and Kelsey.

Susan reached behind her neck to release the clasp and dropped the front of her blouse, so the material just circled her waist. Sitting back a little she removed Gee’s sweater. Gee assisted the movement by raising her arms above her head. Susan then bent to work Gee’s nipples with her mouth. Jim could feel his arousal returning.

He felt Kelsey move, thinking she had felt his cock stirring into action under her bum and was once more positioning herself. She surprised Jim when she rose from his lap and moved across the room to kneel on the floor to one side of Gee’s feet. She placed one hand on Gee’s knee and then progressed to stroke her good hand up and down Gee’s legs.

Higher up, Susan continued and intensified her oral attention on Gee’s neck, lips and breasts. Susan took Gee’s hand and placed in on her own breast. Gee took the hint and reciprocated the breast and nipple massage on Susan.

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Nymphomania Pt. 02

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Lisa suffers from a demanding medical condition known as hypersexuality, often referred to by the more common name of nymphomania. Her body constantly craves hard driving hetero sex and her mind regularly fantasises about sexual situations. Starved of regular sex while her husband was overseas, her drought is extended when Mark is seriously injured in a car accident on his way home from the airport. Lisa takes up her story after hiring a young 22-year-old to mow the lawns, clean the pool and fuck her brains out three times a week.

Lisa Continues Her Story

Chapter Three

My life was becoming closer to normal and my mind was in a good place all day Thursday as I continued to revel in the wonderfully pleasurable memories of yesterday’s sex session with Josh … hopefully it was the first of several, albeit even many, yet to come until Mark recovers.

Then when I visited the hospital in the afternoon, the doctors conveyed just the best news I could hope for … they intended to bring Mark out of his induced coma on Friday afternoon, probably around 2pm. Generally great news with just a minor setback, but the timing of when they intend to bring my husband back into the real world, is selfishly inconvenient to me. At 2pm Friday, I was expecting to be laying in the arms of my new temporary lover Josh, feeling his cock plundering my vagina once again.

For a moment, I was conflicted, tempted to work out how I could manage to be in two places that afternoon. The temptation of the flesh with a quickie from Josh and then a rush trip to the hospital to catch Mark being roused from his long slumber. As sorely tempted as I was, common sense kicked in and I accepted where my priorities should lay. Reluctantly, I called Josh that evening to ask him to cancel Friday and getting his confirmation that he would be there on Monday for me.

I spent all day Friday at the hospital, becoming more and more frustrated when the doctors didn’t bring Mark out of his coma until after 5pm. ‘I could have been with Josh for a few hours at least,’ I thought, annoyed at being deprived of a repeat of my new substitute conjugal arrangements.

Nevertheless, while much later than I had been promised, I was still happy to at last be able to communicate with my husband. The kids and I stayed with Mark on Friday evening until nearly midnight. He was talking normally and seemed to have reasonable memory so all the family were happy that he seemed to have suffered no brain damage from the accident.

I was back at the hospital on Saturday and stayed by Mark’s bedside all day, even though there were long periods where he slept, having exhausted himself the previous night enjoying his first family communications in a week. You might be wondering how I felt sitting at my husband’s bedside while still filled with vivid memories of my half-day in bed with my new substitute lover on Wednesday. Sure, I had guilt, particularly when Mark asked me in a low whisper how I was managing to cope without sex for so long. But I was certain that he would understand what the repercussions of my medical condition had caused me to do in desperation when I eventually chose to fess up to him one day on how I had coped. But I wasn’t intending to breathe a word about Josh until Mark was fully restored to good health again and could handle the truth.

I was at the hospital early on Sunday, but having learned from Saturday’s experience, I kept my stay down to only a few hours, returning home by 11am. With having had to cancel Friday’s scheduled second session with young Josh, I found myself caught in another growing period of sexual drought. It had now been four days since having my sexual fantasies and cravings satisfied by the new pool guy’s deep probing strokes, the most assured and proven method of relieving the medical condition that is now giving me more trouble than ever before.

As I drove home from the hospital, I was beginning to experience a return of those sexual fantasies that had been pushed into the background by Josh and his wild fucking last Wednesday. My greatest fear was that as the long days ground by, I would be drawn sexually back to that serious dark place where I craved, beyond reason, having a male organ filling me deeply. When good old reliable hubby Mark is around, I never need to venture down that dark path … he reliably keeps me sane with a daily dose of his sexual therapy.

I swung the car onto my home driveway and was surprised to see a car already parked there in front of our garage. It was a vehicle that I was familiar with but I couldn’t immediately recall who it belonged to. I got out of my car and hurried up the path, anxious about who may have called in. I didn’t expect, or want, visitors today, I would prefer to be left alone with my dildos and vibrators. My front porch is obscured by trees from the driveway and the street and it is only when I got near to my front door that I saw a man escort gaziantep bayan sitting in the love seat on the porch.

It was Brad, the husband of my best friend Carla … he would really be one of the last people I would expect to find here at my home late on a Sunday morning. “Brad, this is a surprise, what in the world are you doing here? Why isn’t Carla with you?”

While Carla and I are best friends – have been for years – Brad and my Mark are not that close, it could be their age difference but I think really that Mark doesn’t have much time for Brad … they don’t have many common interests. We would never have Brad and Carla here for a small dinner party but we do invite them if it’s a large party where Mark and Brad don’t have to mix much. So I only ever see Brad on average perhaps every couple of months. I mean, I would really only run into him if Carla and I caught up on a weekend or I was calling around to pick her up for a girls’ night out.

“Hi Lisa,” he greeted me brightly and with a warm smile, “Carla didn’t come, she sent me over. I guess she or I should have called first. We didn’t think you’d be out on a Sunday, what with Mark being in hospital and all.”

He had risen out of the love seat on our front porch and stood beside my front door, looking like he expected me to invite him in. With a sigh, I fitted my key into the lock, opening the door and walking into my house, holding the screen door open for Brad to follow.

“I’ve just been visiting Mark there,” I am sure he could hear the curious tone in my voice, “but what brings you here, have you been here long?”

“Whoa, one question at a time Lisa. Err … no, not long, only about 15 minutes … I was going to wait a half-hour and if you didn’t come back, I would have gone home.”

He followed me into the living room and I waved my hand toward the chairs to silently indicate he should take a seat while I dropped my keys and purse on the buffet and turned to face my unexpected visitor, wondering what his visit here was all about.

“But why are you here?”

“Carla sent me over … she’s been really worried about you since you had lunch the other day. She told me to come over to see if I can be of any help to you.”

“Help? Help how?”

“Oh, hang on, it’s all in this note. I better give you that first, before…” his voice sort of trailed off there before he could say what followed before. Had Carla sent him to handle any odd jobs? If so, he certainly wasn’t dressed for it. Brad looked very smart in an open neck casual collared shirt and neatly pressed slacks. If he wasn’t married to my bestie, I’d say he looked like he was going on a date.

He had sat on the sofa — a 3-seater — but not knowing him all that well, I chose to sit in an individual lounge chair opposite the sofa.

“A note from Carla, and hand-delivered, how mysterious!” I watched Brad forage in his shirt pocket and produce an envelope. He rose from the sofa and came over to hand it to me. I noticed his long thin fingers and clean nails and was momentarily transported into my wild sexual cravings, imagining those fingers rummaging within my pussy. Just as quickly as the thought appeared, I forced it away and in more serious vein, I looked at the envelope that bore my name on it … it was definitely Carla’s scrawly handwriting, I’d know it anywhere.

I tore open the envelope and withdrew a piece of paper, a one-page letter. I began to read:

My dearest Lisa,

You so shocked me on Tuesday over lunch when you disclosed the frightening diagnosis of your medical condition. I had no idea of how much distress you’ve been going through for years. I always expected that you were like me, a sexy wife and mother who loves nothing more than hot sex with her husband. But to think you have this overwhelming craving (I think that’s the word you used to describe your constant sexual need). I really do feel for you having this condition, let alone undergoing such agony with Mark out of action for who knows how long.

I do wish you’d taken me into your confidence previously. I don’t know how I could have helped, but since you have always been a rock for me, I surely could have been one too for you, someone to listen when you are going through the worst days. I think what really hit me most about the seriousness of your problem was when you said you could easily jump on that guy having lunch and do him on the café floor. I watched your eyes and you looked like you seriously meant it.

I looked up briefly from reading this longish letter. Brad was sitting on the sofa opposite, no actual emotion on his face but watching me so intently. I wondered if he knew the contents of Carla’s letter to me, had they discussed my problem? If so, I felt somewhat embarrassed that this man I only knew vaguely was aware of what was going on in my body. Could he actually comprehend gaziantep escort cim cif bayan how much I wanted hot sex now — this minute? Had Carla even told him about the man in the café story? Without a word between us, I lowered my eyes and read on:

I have lain awake these past few nights worrying about you. Having come up with a perhaps crazy plan to help you, I have wrestled with the rights and wrongs of it before reaching a decision to go ahead and make this offer. To me, the plusses outweigh the minuses, so here goes. Unconditionally, my beautiful friend, I want you to have my Brad — for sex, now, today — to help you get through the painful need to have your body filled.

You said how the accident coming on top of Mark already having been away for 10 days meant that you haven’t had any sex for weeks. With your medical condition, you must be in a painful hell. So be my guest sweet Lisa, are you sitting next to Brad? Well, if not, go and jump in his lap, let him make you feel real good. This is my unconditional gift to you today!

My God Lisa, is your mouth open in shock? I bet it is! You would never have expected me to offer my Brad and I never would have expected to let my husband have sex with another woman and still remain in love with him. But I can see that your need goes way beyond my moral upbringing and our respective marriage vows. I want to see my best friend with a satisfied and happy smile on her face again. So my darling friend, don’t reject us, we both want to help you now, today. No conditions, you two do whatever makes you feel good, however long it takes.

Lisa darling, no excuses, please accept my Brad in the loving spirit in which I have offered him to you. Enjoy the next few hours, but do send him home tonight.

Your longest and best friend,

Carla

xoxoxox

For now, I couldn’t lift my eyes from the piece of paper I held, yet I knew Brad’s eyes were watching me intently, waiting anxiously for my reaction. What would that be? Should I smile or laugh, should I look up at him and wink? As sexually in need as I felt at this moment, could I in all conscience accept Carla’s offer and bang her husband? Could I instantly switch it on and become intimate with a man I didn’t know all that well? And how did Brad feel about it personally? Did he want to have sex with me? Oh God, he’s a man, isn’t he? If they have their wife’s approval, most men would want to have sex with any woman surely. Was he agreeing to do this only because I am Carla’s best friend, or has he perhaps secretly lusted after me for years and now he has this opportunity to satisfy his adulterous desires?

How about Mark, how would he feel about this? I would have to look up at Brad soon but for now I stared at the letter, re-reading parts of it. I tried to rationalise the options. I had justified embarking on my sexual tryst with young Josh on the basis that Mark was totally aware of how desperate the hypersexuality made me so he would tolerate my having sex with a casual employee stranger to quench my urgent sexual needs. But Carla’s Brad is a completely different matter. How would Mark feel about me having Brad, a man he vaguely knew but with whom he has no affinity, or for that matter, any liking for? Even if Mark condoned me going with Josh, I doubted he would approve of me having sex with Brad. Mark could see that as a betrayal?

How long had I had my head down reading, and then thinking? It could have been 3 or 4 minutes. Brad sat patiently watching me but not saying a word. Finally, I raised my eyes from the letter and stared directly across at him, seated no more than 8 feet away. “Well, I don’t know what to say, Carla is full of surprises.”

Brad nodded his head in agreement, “Yes, she is, isn’t she? So Lisa, what do you think?” He wasn’t wasting any time in posing the question, like a salesman attempting to close the sale.

I took a long pause before answering, “I really don’t know, I am quite confused. I guess I never saw this coming, never expected that Carla, and you for that matter, would want to help me out in this way.”

“Lisa, Carla and I have discussed this at great length, over several nights actually. We haven’t rushed into it at all. We think we’ve covered every likely contingency, like how it could impact on your friendship with Carla, on whether you should tell Mark or not. I am not worried about how it might impact on my relationship with Mark, because there is none really … for whatever reason.”

I wondered if I should tell him that Mark just didn’t have much time for him. No, better that be left untouched.

“We both have to be honest with each other Lisa, maybe the prospect of having sex with me turn you right off, I won’t be offended if you want to knock me back.”

What could I say? I could hardly tell him he did nothing for me. Besides, cinsel bilgiler he was quite a nice looking guy and Carla always raved about how good he was in bed. I am sure he could satisfy me if I can just get my head past the prospect of upsetting Mark if he ever gets to find out. “Was this Carla’s idea or yours?” I thought it seemed like a reasonable question.

“Oh, definitely Carla’s. You know her better than most Lisa, she’s a headstrong woman. Once she gets an idea in her head, she analyses and reanalyses until she’s looked at it from every angle. She’s pretty determined about this … I dare say she’s gonna be real pissed at you if you turn us down. If it makes you feel any better, I doubt that I could have swayed her if I’d wanted to, but frankly, I admit that I never wanted to dissuade her. I’ve always liked you and I see you as an extremely attractive, actually beautiful woman, very desirable. If we weren’t each married to Carla and Mark, you’re the sort of woman that I could be with.”

He was saying all of the right things, making me feel a little more comfortable. That was important to me.

So why was I hesitating? Driving home from the hospital in the car some twenty minutes ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice if some male had exposed his rampant cock and invited me to sample it. Such is my current desire for strong sex again, reignited from a four-day drought after Josh quenched it on Wednesday. My need was urgent again, how easy could this be now? Carla had presented Brad and his masculinity on a plate … I only had to reach out and take it.

“So, if I was to accept,” I suggested coyly, “how would we go about this Brad? Have you given any thought to what happens next? Is it like we forget we have spouses and pretend we’re on a date?”

“Carla and I discussed several scenarios on how to get into it without feeling awkward.”

“And what did you two great sexual minds come up with?”

“Well Lisa, if you’re a bit nervous about how to get started, we could take our time, sit and talk and drink some wine until we feel ready. On the other hand, if you’d prefer to not waste any time, we can get straight into it, get naked and see what happens. Oh, Carla did say that you might feel uneasy about doing it in the bed you share with Mark, so she suggested we might stay out here on the sofa.”

“Hmm, you two really have gone into it, haven’t you?”

I still harboured some misgivings about having sex with a man I knew as distinct from the disengage I could feel when having Josh, a stranger. Josh could become a distant memory once Mark came home, but Brad was always going to be around. It could be awkward seeing Brad and Carla while in Mark’s company once my husband and I were again sexually content.

Nevertheless, my sexual fantasies, and therefore cravings, were again at a high level and I am in need of urgent relief. Carla is making it so easy for me … Brad is sitting here now in my living room, and I am constantly wet down there so what’s stopping me?

“So Brad, what if we try the first option? I’ll come and join you on the sofa and we can have a glass of wine or two, see what happens?”

“Sure, sounds good to me.”

I stood up and walked over to the bar. I took a bottle of white wine from the fridge, uncorked it and poured us a couple of glasses. I carried them over to the sofa and handed one to Brad, watching him closely as he sat there, an expectant look on his face. I looked him up and down, wondering if he is already erect. Was the prospect of having approved sex with his wife’s best and long-time friend too exciting? Has he come to me already aroused and primed? I couldn’t see any detectable bulge as I sat down close alongside him, our thighs touching.

“So here we are Brad, should we raise a toast?

“Why not, here’s to us and great sex Lisa.”

“Ha ha, ok,” I raised my glass and clinked his, “to great sex.” He sipped and I took a huge gulp nervously. I was much calmer when I seduced Josh.

“What should we do to break the ice Brad? Do you feel awkward at all?”

“I don’t know if awkward is quite the word, but yes, it definitely feels different to when Carla and I are about to get into it.”

“Well, a good start might be if we can eliminate awkward, so how about you pretend that I’m Carla here with you and do what you would do with her? What would be your first move?”

“I would kiss her.”

“Ok, then kiss me,” I invited and half turned my face toward him. He reached over and took the wine glass from my hand and leaned forward to place his and my glasses on the coffee table in front of us. Then I saw his face close in on mine, beginning a kiss that started chaste, lips upon lips softly, brushing mine in such a nice sexy way. But after some 20 seconds, I felt his lips applying pressure, forcing mine to open and I then his tongue sliding along my bottom lip. I liked it!

Gradually but without any undue urgency, our kiss became more intense, more passionate, our tongues intertwining, first inside his mouth, then chasing into mine. I felt his hand alight on my blouse, on my breast, lightly caressing that one boob. Still curious as to whether Brad was starting in an already aroused state, I brought a hand tentatively to his lap, feeling around and finding a bulge. Yes, he was what could surely be called half hard.

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My Last Summer Romance Pt. 01

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The following is a true story of a life changing summer romance. It has all the elements of a Literotica story, but it is first and foremost a romance. If you are looking for sex on every page, I suggest looking for another story to read. If you want to read about a man who found summer romance and true love in the autumn of his life, then please read on.

Chapter 1: Run Up to the Summer of 2010

When I think back 40 or so years, to when I was in high school and college, the times I remember with the most fondness and melancholy are the summers. Each summer was marked by an all-consuming romance. In my early teens, these romances were nothing more than “puppy-love”, but as I grew older, they had the passion and intensity that only a teenager juiced up on raging hormones could muster. I ached to spend every waking hour with the object of my affection. Nothing could compare to sense of well-being that these relationships gave me. Over the course of the summer, I found out everything I could about her. We were a perfect fit. Nothing could ever come between us. I knew with unwavering certainty that this romance was the love-of-a-lifetime.

…but each year, the endless summer days shortened as autumn drew near. With autumn came the return to “real life”. My love and I would be off to different schools, to different towns and to different lives. Each fall, as separation loomed, we promised that we would write to each other and that our love could weather the separation, but the noble promises rarely survived one or two feeble attempts to keep the flames of the summer romance fanned.

Sometimes (not very often) after the summer was over and we had resumed our normal lives, I would visit my summer lover. These visits were always a disappointment and only confirmed that summer lives (and loves) are very different from normal lives. We discovered that we did not have much in common, after all. Our friends, activities and interests were so different that, absent the commonality of summer, we had very little to share.

Eventually, reality set in and sadly, I recognized that the love-of-a-lifetime was over. To this day, however, I have each name inscribed on my heart. Regina, Naomi, Carol, Susan, Karen and Sally are names that will live with me forever, because these were my summer loves.

Even now, some 40 years removed from those carefree days, I still feel sadness and loss as summer turns to fall. I think of my summer romances and of the thousands of young people whose romances will soon be over despite valiant efforts to keep them alive. To this day, I feel the loss that they will soon feel.

…but that is in the past…or is it?

My name is Dennis Johnson, a 58-year-old man from Minnesota. I own a business, which provides consulting services to new and struggling businesses. It is true that I own the business, but I am the only employee. My staff is made up entirely of independent contractors who work out of their homes. This means that my business office is anywhere I happen to be, and with the ubiquitousness of wireless internet, that often means sitting on a park bench with my computer while people (girl) watching.

I divorced my wife, Julia, 15 years ago after our only son, Brien, turned 18. I grew tired of the way she babied him. At the rate he was going, he would be a dependent on Mommy and Daddy for years to come. Ever since Brien was born, Julia and I dreamed about traveling after Brien “left the nest”. The dream faded with every dollar the kid squandered. He was (and still is) his mommy’s baby boy and dependent upon her for almost everything.

As the time and distance from my domineering wife and needy son grew, so did my fortune. I took care of them, beyond even what the divorce court ordered, but not in the lifestyle that they would have liked. As a result, I was an outcast in my own family.

I have not had a romance (summer or otherwise) since my divorce. I have had sexual partners, just no romances. Last spring all that changed, and at 57 years old, romance again entered my life. To understand the story of this summer romance, it is necessary to go back about seven years, to the middle of a Minnesota winter.

Just before Christmas that year, I was surprised to read an article in the local newspaper announcing Brien’s engagement to Tatiana Lakova, a woman from Russia. I figured some Russian babe was trying to get a permanent visa to stay in the USA and Brien was her ticket, but, since he was an adult, and would not take any advice if I offered it, it was none of my business.

I got another surprise when Tatiana called me one day soon after the first of the year and asked me if we could go out to dinner to get to know each other. She said that Brien was not interested in coming, but she felt it was important for us to become acquainted.

I was intrigued but suspicious; if she had ulterior motives in marrying Brien, she did not need to strike up a relationship with me. Still, she may have discovered that I was well off gaziantep ateşli escort bayan and could be using this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone: get her green card by marrying Brien, and build up a nest egg by getting friendly with me.

I did not know if she drove or not (hell, I did not know anything about her), so I suggested an upscale, quiet restaurant near her apartment.

When the date came for us to meet for the first time, I dressed business casual: starched white shirt with no tie, blue blazer and khaki slacks. I arrived a little early and while I waited, I tried to figure out what to talk about. If she wanted to buy business-consulting services, I would have had no problem, but this was my future daughter-in-law. Not only did I not know what to say, I was not convinced that this was not a set-up for a swindle.

When she walked into the dining room, I knew immediately it was Tatiana. When we talked on the phone, she said would be wearing a red dress. As the maître de directed her to our table, I took stock of the woman who would marry my son. She had a very pretty face and brown hair cut fairly short. She carried herself with confidence, and even though she was slightly overweight, the dress was a perfect style for her shape. It showed a lot of cleavage, but not enough to be “trashy”.

She appeared to be very tall, much taller than Brien was. As she came around a table, I noticed the four-inch heels that gave her additional height and made her legs and ass look very nice.

She was attractive, but in a few years, if she were not careful, she would look like a Russian Babushka (just as wide as tall). I could not help smiling to myself thinking about how Brien would take it when her weight ballooned.

I stood as she arrived. She offered her hand and introduced herself as Tatiana Lakova. I took it, and in the style of the Europeans, kissed the back of her hand and introduced myself. She had a distinctive Russian accent, but it was very easy to listen to and understand; even a simple introduction sounded special.

After we sat down, I told her that her English was better than most of the other people in Minnesota. She laughed and I was enchanted. If this woman was genuine, she was far too cultured for my son. If she was playing a con, she was very good.

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I studied English since I was a child, and then I watched as much American TV as I could. I have always wanted to come to the USA and try it out with real Americans.”

Somewhere in the back of my head, an alarm bell went off, but I pressed on.

“Please, call me Dennis or Denny.”

“What do other people call you?”

“Most people call me Dennis, but I was known as Denny when I was young.”

“Then I would like to call you Denny, if it is alright with you.”

A flashing sign that read “Caution” joined the alarm bell.

As I signaled the waiter, I said, “That suits me. Just don’t call me what Brien’s mother calls me: ‘That miserable Son of a Bitch’.”

As the waiter arrived at the table, I asked what she wanted to drink.

“Some wine, please?”

I am not a wine connoisseur, so I played it safe and ordered a bottle of the house wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon. When he brought it, we went through the tasting ritual, poured two glasses and left. “So tell me Tatiana, what brought you to the United States?”

“As I said, I have always wanted to visit here. I got the chance through a graduate exchange program between the University of Minnesota and Moscow State University. I was so excited when I got my visa. I came here last year and can remain in the United States as I am a part of the program.”

“What sort of program is it?”

“When I finish, I will have an MBA in International Business. If I stick with it, I will be done in another year.”

The sign in my head just upgraded to “Danger”.

“You certainly run in different circles than Brien, how did you meet?”

“I honestly cannot tell you. My group of friends always seemed to go to the same places as Brien’s group. I talked to him several times before I even knew his name. Then one evening we introduced ourselves and then started seeking each other out at the parties we attended. Finally, about six months ago, we went out for a real date, and we just clicked.”

The alarm bells persisted, but the “Danger” sign in my head downgraded back to “Caution”.

“What qualities attracted you to him?”

“Hmmm…well, I am sure you know that Brien is a little….well….excuse me for saying this, Mr. Johnson…ah, Denny. Brien is a little socially challenged. When he is with his friends, he is quite animated, but when he is around women, especially strong women, he is very shy. When we talked, he was so polite and attentive. I think he is quite a Mama’s boy, but if he can tear himself away from her and start focusing on a wife and maybe a family, he will come out from her bakımlı escort gaziantep shadow and be a dynamic man.”

She looked into her wine and then looked me straight in the eye. “Denny…No, for this it’s Mr. Johnson. I think I know what you are thinking right now: a Russian woman, working on her MBA in the USA with a visa that will expire in another year, falls for a man who could be easily manipulated. Marriage means that she can stay in the States. On top of that the man’s father is financially well off. By the way, Brien says filthy rich, but that comes from bitterness because you are not giving him a free ride through life. If I were in your place I would be suspicious, too.”

She paused, as if to let me absorb what she was saying. She sipped her wine and continued, “You don’t know anything about me. I could want to marry your son only to get a visa. I could be trying to get close to you to get at your money, but what you also don’t know about me is my integrity. I love your son and I want the two of you to patch things up so that I can appreciate my husband and my father-in-law.”

Another pause, “There, now you know everything about my motives.”

That was it; I was smitten. This woman, despite being several years younger than Brien, could be the one to make my 26-year-old son an adult. The alarm bells silenced and the sign read, “All systems go”.

We finished dinner and had desert. Then we moved to the bar for a brandy and continued to get to know each other. It turned out to be one of the most interesting evenings I had spent in a long time. I offered to drive her home, but she wanted to walk, so I escorted her the two blocks to her door. When we got there, we talked more, in the cold. I did not want the evening to end, but when she invited me inside, I knew it would be better if I said good night.

The wedding was on Valentine’s Day in the great room of Julia’s house. (It used to be my house until the divorce.) It was very small affair, with only a dozen people present. I understand that there was a heated discussion about whether they were even going to invite me. Tatiana put her foot down and said if I was not invited, then they could count her out as well. (No one ever stood up to Julia before, and I was told that she did not take it well.)

Three months later, Tatiana was pregnant and Annika was born on their first wedding anniversary. Since she was married to an American and had a daughter who was an American, she could convert her visa from an educational visa to a conditional permanent resident visa. It was not the same as a green card, but she could stay in the USA as long as she was married to my son.

My relationship with Brien and Julia continued to be strained, but over the next three years, Tatiana made sure that I was a part of Annika’s life. Tatiana included me in all the major events in her life, and made sure Annika called me Grampy.

Tatiana and I were sort of allies when it came to Julia the matriarch: Julia despised anyone who did not agree with her, and since Tatiana would not let anyone manipulate her, Julia had an immediate dislike for her: as for me, she hated me on principle.

If Mommy did not like someone, then, of course, her son was obligated not to like that person either, so Tatiana and Brien’s marriage was always a shaky one. Although Julia was a very good grandmother, she was an instigator and constantly sewed discontent in their marriage. The only thing holding it together was Annika, but even that was not enough for the marriage to survive. Tatiana was (and is) a very conscientious mother, but she could not deal with two children (one of which was by that time 30 years old.)

I was the only person in whom Tatiana could confide. We spent many warm Saturday afternoons sitting in the shallow end of my pool and talking while Annika splashed. Tatiana never recovered from the weight gain during her pregnancy, and Brien lost all interest in her. The more time Tatiana and I talked, the more enchanted I became. Her pretty face, extraordinary personality, her laugh and the way she made everyone feel special made the additional pounds insignificant. Her weight notwithstanding, there were times that I found myself fantasizing about her, and not in a way that is proper for a man to think of his son’s wife.

During our talks, we covered many topics, from her husband to her dreams. The one thing that she never talked about was her life in Russia. It was almost as if her life started when she came to the United States.

Finally one afternoon in late summer, she told me that she was getting a divorce. I told her not to act in haste; I told her to take no action until she found out what a divorce would do to her immigration status. I found out that since she had been married for five years, she could make the conditional resident visa permanent. I also helped her take care of other things that might become issues during the divorce gaziantep bayan escort proceedings.

The marriage officially ended in divorce in early 2009. After the divorce, Tatiana and my four-year-old granddaughter moved to Miami where there was a thriving Russian community. She wanted Annika to learn to speak Russian and to learn about her culture. (Brien did not permit Tatiana to speak Russian when he was around. “This is America, damn it, so speak American.”) She could not go back to Russia because Tatiana needed Brien’s permission to take her out of the country. Permission, of course, that Brien refused to grant, so the next best option was to go to where the Russians were.

Once in Miami, Tatiana went to the Russian Consulate in Miami to grant Annika Russian citizenship so she would have dual citizenship. We looked into this before she left and while it might not mean anything, I felt that having the same citizenship as her mother might be of psychological benefit to Annika.

We kept in touch with Skype, but I did not get a chance to see Tatiana or Annika after they left for South Beach. Brien and Julia flew to Miami several times, but I was always too busy to find the time.

That brings us to late March 26, 2010. It was an unseasonably warm day and I was at my normal park bench taking care of business and watching the girls pass by when my cell phone rang.

“Hello, this is Dennis.”

“Denny, this is Tatiana. How have you been?”

“I have been good, but I miss my little Annika. How are things with you?”

“We both miss you, too. I am doing well. I am the manager of one of my friend’s restaurants so I am finally making use of my education.”

“That’s great. When am I going to get a chance to see you two, or do I have to fly to Miami and make dinner reservations at your restaurant?”

“Well, actually, that is why I am calling you. I need your help.”

“Anything”, I replied. “What can I do?”

“Well, Brien reminded me that according to the divorce decree, now that Annika is five, she has to spend the summer with him. I am really not comfortable being here in Florida while she is in Minnesota. I can get a leave of absence from my job, but I need a place to stay for the summer, and I was wondering if you could try to find a place that I could rent for the summer.”

“Rent a place? Why not stay here? I got two extra bedrooms, and you can have your own bathroom, so you and Annika can have privacy.”

“Denny, are you sure it’s okay? When we first met, I promised I would not impose myself on you.”

“Tatiana, discussion is over. When will you be here?”

“Brien and I still need to settle that, but it will be around the first week in June for ten weeks. Annika will spend most of the time at Brien’s, with some weekends with me, but I only need space for myself.”

“Either way, you’re welcome to stay any time for as long as you want.”

We chatted for a few more minutes about Annika and about Tatiana’s job.

“Denny, you’re the best. I will be talking to you, and I am really looking forward to spending some time with my favorite father-in-law.”

“Well I look forward to seeing my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter. I will talk to you later.”

We hung up and I went back to studying the web optimization statistics of my most recent customer. I looked up just as a tall blonde walked by wearing a short, lightweight skirt. She was doing one of those power-walking things, and as she moved, her gait caused the skirt to flip up, which gave me a view of her powder blue thong. Ah! Summer was on its way.

As spring came into full force, the days got longer and warmer. The snow, which is so characteristic of Minnesota, was gone, replaced by green grass and budding trees. The girl watching was getting better, but I was unable to focus on that. Instead, I decided to make my home more comfortable for my summer guests by converting two bedrooms and a bath into a two-room guest suite. As the work progressed, I could not figure out why I was looking forward with such enthusiasm to the loss of my privacy for nearly three months.

Finally, the time came for Tatiana and Annika to arrive. Tatiana and Brien agreed that Annika was to be with Brien from June 1 until the middle of August. I convinced her to arrive before Memorial Day so Annika would have a chance to reacquaint herself with Grampy. I wanted to make sure that Annika’s impression of me was favorable before she was exposed to Julia’s toxic rhetoric.

I met them in the baggage claim area of the airport. It had been more than a year since I had seen either of them. A year ago, she was a defeated woman whose marriage had just failed. She was overweight and her hair was cropped short, not because the style favored her, but because she just did not care anymore.

I almost did not recognize them as they came down the escalator. Tatiana lost at least 20 pounds and was tanned and toned. It was obvious that South Beach (and divorce) agreed with her. Being from Russia (where is literally winter for half the year) and after living in Minnesota (which is almost as bad) she took full advantage of the sun. Her light brown hair was slightly longer than shoulder length and was streaked, either from the sun or from a talented hairdresser. Her skin was clear and she walked with her shoulders back. She certainly got herself together during the past year.

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In my two score years and ten, I have had my share of women: two wives and a few girlfriends, brief encounters and longer love affairs. They have all brought something to a full and rich life, helped me develop as a person and been good friends. Some have loved me and ultimately betrayed me, some have just been along for the ride and left when the going got tough, others eventually strained my patience and tolerance to breaking point.

Recently, after a drought of two years, I met a remarkable woman who comes close to being a perfect lover, partner and friend. She is Chinese, warm and friendly. Her name is Yan and she is slim, with small firm breasts and a beautiful full firm bottom. She has long legs which look sexy when she wears high heels and short skirts. Her long, lush, wavy black hair is her crowning glory: it frames her beautiful features, black eyes, small nose and full-lipped mouth. When she lays down her hair spreads about her on the pillow. It always smells delightful when I kiss her neck or when she bends over to kiss me. Her skin is the colour of honey, soft and cool which I delight in kissing and caressing. She smiles a lot, is rarely angry or down and has a very positive outlook on life. She is ten years younger than me, very affectionate and above all the only woman I have met who is as incessantly enthusiastic about sex as I am. She has a young son who she adores, so for the moment we don’t live together. I see her often at weekends, and one evening during the week, when her son is with his father.

Evenings with my lover start when I call on her on my way home from work. Occasionally, we will stay at her apartment, but more often, we will end up at my house, which has more space. I like to cook, so the early part of the evening is taken up with food preparation, talk over a glass of wine while the meal cooks, and more conversation over dinner. If the evening is warm, we like to eat in the garden, in the cool shade of the house, looking out over my slightly unkempt but verdant garden. Yan always dresses in a way that attracts and excites me, though she denies doing anything special. She is one of those lucky women upon whom most clothes look good, as she has a good body, and a touch of make-up finishes the ensemble. I always feel so lucky to be with her, talking to her, admiring her and anticipating the evening ahead.

Later in the evening, if weather permits, we might go for a walk or sit a little longer in the garden. On cold nights it is great to light a fire and snuggle on the sofa with some music playing in the background. In either case, holding hands and kissing begin the process of lovemaking that may continue late into the night. I like to take a bath or a shower before bed, and sometimes we share this, lying at opposite ends of the bath, bubbles all around of standing together under a rain of hot water. Sometimes we start our foreplay here, other times we wait until she has dressed for the night ahead.

Yan, like most women, likes to dress up to go out and is equally happy to dress to please me in the bedroom. I find her irresistible dressed in just panties or a thong and if the night is cool, a silk tee-shirt. Stockings and a suspender belt are another favourite for cooler evenings. Over the time I have known her she has acquired a large collection of beautiful underwear, some presents from me, some she bought herself. Surfing the internet together for something new for her to wear is an effective form of foreplay. My favourite outfit at the moment is a bright red Lycra singlet which shows off her terrific figure, and a black thong with a smooth, velvety texture. There is a full length mirror in the bedroom and if she stands in front of it I like to stand behind her, my hands on her hips while I kiss her neck while I drink in the view of her lovely figure.

She likes to touch me and says that my skin is softer than a woman’s – sometime I must ask her how she knows this! She sometimes falls asleep with her hand holding my genitals and indeed I have woken to escort bayan adıyaman find her hand still in place, and this is guaranteed to make me harden. So once we are in bed, kissing and cuddling, her hands will find me, and her touch strikes the first sparks of desire.

Lovemaking in earnest between us often starts with fellatio. When we first met, I was rock hard before ever we reached the bedroom, and the desire on both sides for immediate penetration was too great, but now our ardour is a little calmer, I am able to enjoy the sensation of being brought to a stand by her lips and tongue. Her move from kissing my mouth to my cock always surprises me, but I try to arrange things so that she is in such a position that I can caress her too. She draws back my foreskin and swirls her lips and tongue around my glans. This sensation is so intense for me it is almost painful and makes me squirm with delight. She often continues with this task much longer than is strictly necessary to reach its goal, for she enjoys the sensation as much as I do. I encourage her verbally as well as manually, and in the later stages my fingers will have found the front of her panties so I can rub her already damp pussy through the soft material. At this point her desire leads her to kneel astride me and guide me into her. I try to tease her by pulling her body forward so I can kiss her breasts, and in this position she is frustrated in her aim. This joyous struggle can continue for some time, until one or both of us can resist no longer and I push her panties aside whilst she lowers her now wet pussy onto my member.

I don’t think I will ever tire of the sensation of entering her body; the feeling stirs the depths of my soul and makes my pulse quicken. I am not large, but passion with Yan renders my cock baton-hard, and she gasps as she sinks onto my body until penetration is complete. I thrust up to meet her and she begins a slow, rhythmical action, my member slick with juice. I reach up to fondle her breasts or to pull her face down onto mine so I can kiss her mouth. I can reach back to hold her lovely bum in my hands, controlling the speed of her movement and caressing its firmness. She starts slowly, lifting herself until I almost fall out of her, and then plunging down until her bottom touches my thighs. As her pace quickens, she begins to gasp with each stroke. I let go of her body and lay back, watching her closely, enjoying the graceful way her body moves and the intense pleasure from her pussy sliding over my cock. Sometimes she will move into a squatting position, and this action brings a different feeling of pleasure. I reach up to fondle her breasts and roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

I can only take so much of this passive action, delicious though it is. The need to dominate at some point becomes overwhelming and I persuade her by means gentle or more imperative, depending on my mood, to roll off and lie on her back. This is the first time, kneeling above her, my juicy member in my right hand, to admire her in all her wanton glory. Maybe the tee-shirt has ridden up, or is stretched tight across her breasts. A pulse of excitement sweeps through me and it is all I can do to resist a few strokes with my own hand and cum across her belly right there. But her pussy beckons my mouth. I lift her legs onto my left shoulder, and push her panties aside. I grasp her lovely ankles in my left hand and kiss the soles of her delicate feet. I begin a slow, delicious descent of her inner thighs, licking and kissing all the way. I slip my right hand under her, placing my thumb firmly on her rose-bud anus, and shift my left so it grips her legs around her waist and her feet rest on my back. When my tongue reaches her closed slit, I begin to explore the damp folds, from the soft fur of her well-trimmed bush, (When I met her she was fully shaved. but have persuaded her that a little fuzz atop her mons is more womanly) to the bridge between her vulva and anus. Her escort baya nakkent panties are sill there, and the fabric occasionally slips into the path of my tongue, adding another taste and texture to the mix. Yan is always vocal during our lovemaking, and this level of intense attention elicits deep moaning and barely intelligible words of encouragement and pleasure, I sit up, releasing her legs, her feet on the bed with her knees apart, her pussy spread, folds of pink flesh contrasting exquisitely with her darker skin. Her engorged clitoris is fully visible, a truly beautiful sight, the more so because it is a part of her that only I see. I lie flat on the bed and begin and continue to lick and suck, my hands gripping her upper thighs, tongue probing ever deeper and more firmly. She caresses my head with her hands, arching her back and pushing her pelvis harder into my face, moaning with pleasure.

Of course, English is not her mother tongue, so her words during lovemaking can be a little quaint. The words she uses for parts of our bodies she learned from me: her only previous English lover, her ex-husband, was brutish and abusive: I cannot imagine he indulged in foreplay or pillow-talk. As I continue to lick her and use the tips of my fingers to explore the folds of her vagina, she will start to implore me in increasingly stronger voice: ‘I want your cock’ or ‘ come to my pussy’. If I ignore this direction and continue cunnilingus, she will be me direct: ‘ ‘please, fuck me now!’ This is a command I cannot ignore, so I lever myself up from my prone position. With such excellent preparation, entering her again needs no skill or guidance. I slide into her sopping slot and let my pelvis drop until it meets her mons. She flinches with pleasure and I begin that slow pumping action with which we are all familiar, the stock in trade of the lover. I am now in a position to enjoy the view of her body, something that never fails to arouse me. at my behest she draws the tee-shirt up to reveal her erect nipples, and I dip my head to lick or nibble them, then resume my rhythmic action. Her breasts joggle gently with every stroke. Glancing down, I stroke her damp clitoris with my right thumb to increase her pleasure still further. The sight of her lovely pussy, engorged and filled by my cock, gives me a further pulse of excitement.

As we have been lovers for over two years we know each other bodies and what turns us on. We both know for instance that fucking her with her legs together is guaranteed to make her come. We move into this position by instinct, and as by this time our bodies are well-lubricated the change in position does not impede my motion. In turn, I lie fully on top or her, feeling the soft cushion of her breasts on my chest. This is the most intimate position in our encounters and the time we whisper our most private endearences to one another. I know that when she is close to orgasm, she becomes still and quiet. Her movements stop and her body starts to tense. Her back arches, pushing her belly and breasts into me. At this point I start to kiss her neck and whisper further encouragement in her ear. This is usually enough to tip her over into full orgasm.

For a fairly small woman whose normal movements are quite delicate, the force of her climax always surprises me. Her arms come round my back and her legs wrap around mine. She tenses completely and her whole body starts to spasm. She screams unintelligible things and her pussy grips me even more tightly. It feels for a few moments as if I have been caught in a storm, buffeted and beaten. I can no longer thrust into her as she grips me so tightly so I simply wait for her orgasm to subside, enjoying the realisation that I have caused this loss of control and descent into involuntary pleasure. Often, she floods with a colourless, odourless liquid which soaks both our bodies and the bedsheets below. She opens her eyes and smiles, slightly dazed, and pulls my face towards hers to kiss me. A escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan few intimate, passionate words are exchanged and I slide out of her and roll onto my back. ‘You make me come so easy’ she murmurs.

I am even harder after this, and as I lie there her hand finds my cock. This is my signal to squat to her left and slide two fingers into her still-pulsating pussy. This makes her moan with pleasure and we continue this mutual masturbation for some time. Sometimes she will roll on her side and suck me. While she lies on her back I bend forward to nibble on her nipples of flick the engorged clitoris with my tongue,

But she knows what I really want now, and at a touch to her side she will roll onto her belly and lift her bum in the air, legs slightly apart. Her panties are back in place and the sight of the two conjoined, honey-coloured orbs of her bottom, bisected by the thinnest of panties nearly makes me cum. I slip two fingers down onto the triangle of fabric covering the vulva and start to drum gently. This drives her wild and in turn she drums her toes into the mattress. She is so damp between her legs at this point that her panties are soaked and cling invitingly to her body.

Now I am like a kid in a candy shop. I cannot decide what to do first, so the next few minutes I alternate between nuzzling her bum with my face, planting kisses on her inner thighs and mons, which requires me to twist my neck into all sorts of odd positions, and gentle stimulation of her pussy and anus with my fingers. Finally I settle to full-on cunnilingus, her panties pushed aside. This is my particular delight, but all the while I am aware of my erect member swelled to a point where I feel it might split, eager for action, so returning to an upright position I grasp my member and push my uncovered glans towards her pussy. All the while she is moaning and encouraging me with phrases such as ‘that feels so good’ and ‘oh darling please don’t stop’. I rub myself against the entrance to her vulva, savouring the feeling of cool dampness until she pushes back towards me, eventually capturing my cock and pushing herself onto me until her bum touches my stomach. Glancing down, I see a sight that I remember whenever I recall our lovemaking. Her beautiful bum, framed by her panties, pussy impaled on my cock. I lean back slightly, put a hand on each side of her bum, just below her waist, and push myself deeper.

For the next few minutes I can hold myself on the brink of orgasm by controlling the speed, depth and power of my thrusts. If the sounds of pleasure she makes or the delicious sights of her near-naked body threaten to take me over the edge, I withdraw completely and slip two fingers into her again. This always drives her wild and she squirms on my fingers and calls out in ecstasy. When I am ready, I replace my cock and resume my action. I like to slide her panties down her legs so I get a clear view of her naked bottom, but I also like the sight of it with them in place, so after a few moments I pull them back up. She murmurs ‘that feels so good’.

In the end, I let her take the initiative. I stop thrusting, and she takes up the movement, pushing herself rhythmically onto me. In this way, I am able to concentrate more fully on the sights and sounds of her and her body. I am almost in heaven. I want to photograph what I can see and capture the moment forever. Her beautiful back curves down and away from her bottom, her head is on the pillow with her hair spread all around, her arms are outstretched. I can see the tantalising edge of her breasts as they pillow out on the mattress, and she mutters into the pillow ‘come on darling’. I dissolve into orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure floods through me and the sexual tension that has been building throughout the evening begins to subside, replaced by a deep, joyous satisfaction. As I ejaculate, she joins me in orgasm, and I feel her body quiver as she whimpers with pleasure and collapses onto the bed, followed by me. We lie together in a damp heap, kissing and caressing. Later I lie down beside her and she rolls onto her side and lays a hand across my chest. She falls asleep with her chin on my shoulder and mouth next to my ear, whispering her love for me, as I relax staring at the ceiling, a smile on my lips. As I too fall asleep, I wish that she will stay in my life for a long, long time.

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