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Darleen…

It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school. To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with. Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them. I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred. I was crushed. I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’ll miss you too.” Her warm breath made me shiver. I felt her shiver, too.

I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.

“Don?” she started.

“Yes?”

“I…I…”

“What?” I asked.

“Never mind,” she said shyly.

I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.

“We shouldn’t,” she said, swatting at her friend.

“You’re right, at least not here.”

Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I shouldn’t have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?”

“She’s just a friend who came with me to look after me.”

“Ah. It’s nice to have friends like that.” I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn’t see my face.

“It is,” Darleen said trying not to laugh.

“Let’s go get a soda,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.

We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen’s friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.

“What are you laughing at now?” she asked.

“They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we…” I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, surprised at my comment.

“No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I would like that too, but not tonight.”

“But you’re leaving tomorrow…never mind. I would never force myself on you.”

I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.

“I think I’m falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me.”

“Don…I have something to tell you…I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn’t have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front.” She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.

“I wish I had known,” I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.

Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn’t start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.

We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen’s hand in mine and stood up.

“Come on, let’s dance my lady,” I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.

Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o’clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.

“Dar, we have to go,” her friend said.

“I know, now go away for a few minutes.”

Her friend retreated until we couldn’t see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back bitlis escort with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.

“I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you.”

“I love you too, Darleen, so much it’s hard for me to speak anymore.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, then handed me an envelope. “Don’t read this until tomorrow night, please.”

“I promise.”

She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn’t see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Darleen asked me to come over here and make sure you are okay. Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I looked at her, not really seeing her. “No, I’m not okay. The love of my life just left me. Of course, she probably feels the same way and that’s what’s killing me.”

Jane wrapped her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I just let her, but I didn’t kiss her back. She pulled away looking up at me with surprise on her face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

“No.”

“Really, you fell in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me,” Jane said leading me to the picnic bench in front of my parent’s house.

We sat down on the same side. Jane moved me until I was facing her. Then she pulled my head down to her shoulder and just hugged me. My arms just hung at my sides. After about ten minutes, I raised my arms and clung to Jane as the sobs and tears starting rolling out of me. We sat there for a long time. When I was cried out, Jane let go of me, grabbed my face and shook my head. Then she kissed me. I finally kissed her back. It was a friendly kiss on my part. Hers had a little passion in it, but not much. We were friends. She lived next door. She had next door looks too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waist, shapely legs and nice boobs. And before tonight if she had kissed me like this, I would have been all over her, but I knew she just wanted to be my friend.

“I’m okay now,” I said pushing her away.

“Good. Now kiss me one last time.”

“Thank you, but…”

“But what?”

“I will miss her so much,” I told her.

“But you hardly knew her,” Jane said.

“I know, I love her and always will.”

“What about me?” she asked smiling at me. I knew she was joking.

“You? You I will lust after for the rest of my life,” I told her with an evil grin.

“I can deal with that. Would you like to come in the house with me? My parents and brother and sister are gone for the weekend. They won’t be back until Tuesday.”

We were both 18, she was the oldest child in her family as was I. I hung my head for a minute thinking. We had both just graduated. Both our birthdays were in January.

“Sure, why not,” I told her.

I knew what she was going to do for me. She got up, took my hand and pulled me after her. As we entered the house, their dog came out of the living room. He was a purebred collie. His name, believe it or not, was Pal. We said hello to each other, then I was following Jane farther into the house. We wound up in her bedroom. I had only been here once before with her brother and then I only stood in the doorway. It was a typical girls room. Pink and lacy.

Once inside the room, Jane sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. I didn’t know how I felt about what she wanted to do for me, but I knew I would be grateful to her for a long, long time. I sat next to her. She pulled my head to her and kissed me. She was full of passion. I know she didn’t love me, we were just friends. But I knew she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Her kiss was passionate. Then I felt her tongue brush my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue. When I found it, my breath exploded from my lungs and Jane sighed.

I decided to take liberties with her if she was willing to give them to me. I placed a hand on her breast. Her breath exploded from her lungs and I sighed. Our passion for each other soared. Her breasts were perfect, they fit my hand perfectly. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. She was very excited about what we were going to do. Jane pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye.

“Don,” she said. “I just want to tell you how much I adore you. You have always been kind to me. You have never even tried to make a pass at me. You are the perfect gentleman. But now I want you…not to be a gentleman. I need you to ravage me, to fuck my pussy and my mouth.” She finished.

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say, except to nod my head and smile at her. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes for quite awhile. Then I gently kissed her lips. She sighed as she kissed me back. Our tongues were in a battle again. I had never let go of her breast, but now I wanted to see them both. I reach down to pull her bolu escort sweater off, she didn’t stop me. She had a skimpy bra on that almost showed her nipples. I was surprised her mom let her wear something like this, but she was old enough to make up her own mind about her underwear.

“Beautiful,” I croaked.

“Thank you,” Jane whisper, reaching around behind her to unhook the bra.

When she shrugged it off, I had my first look at her perfect breasts. They were beautiful. White where her bathing suit had covered then. Her nipples were a smidgen darker than her tan and they were hard as diamonds. Her areoles were all crinkled with her sexual excitement. I could hardly wait to suck on them and gently bite them.

“Help me get my jeans off,” Jane told me.

She had them unbuttoned and unzipped. I stood and grabbed both cuffs and pulled them off her body. She had beautiful legs that I had admired every time she was out sunbathing in her backyard. She had on a sexy little pair of sheer, lacy panties that matched her bra. She looked yummy. I pulled my t-shirt off as she worked on my belt and pants. Back then, I wore tighty-whities. They had a bulge in them now.

“Have I done that to you?” Jane asked.

“Yes. You have done this to me almost every day since you moved in here.”

“Every day? Really?”

“Yes, every day.”

“Good. She leaned forward and kissed my cock through my underwear, then reached for the waistband and pulled them down.

“Impressive,” she said, smiling and nodding her head.

I knew she was just trying to make me feel good. My cock was average, about six and a half inches long. It was a little thicker than most I had seen in the locker room. And don’t ever let a guy lie to you about never looking. We all look. He does, however, hope that we are discrete enough not to raise the ire of the guy we are checking out. Then her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her left hand cradled my balls, her right was wrapped around my shaft. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock and it felt wonderful. Then she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking a little more of my cock each time until she finally had her nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to just yet. I had so much more to experience with Jane if she was willing to give herself to me. I pushed her back onto her bed. She yipped in surprise. Reaching down I pulled her panties off. She raised her hips to make it easier. I pushed the crotch against my face and felt the moisture there. I moved them to my nose and sniffed deeply. Her eyes opened in surprise.

“Do you do that with all the girl’s panties?” she asks.

I had never done anything like that before. I read about it in a penthouse.

“Of course. I love the scent of a woman,” I said lying through my teeth. “And you smell wonderful.” That wasn’t a lie, she did smell wonderful.

Then I bent down and kissed her furry vulva. She shivered and growled deep in her throat. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her wet labia. She yipped again. Then I was sucking her petals of flesh into my mouth and attacking them with my tongue. She cried out. No specific words, more like a moan and a groan but loud. Then I was licking her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted. That was the first cuss word I had ever heard her say. I just licked her clit harder. “Oh fuck!” she yelled again. I just kept sucking and licking her clit. until she pushed my head away. It seemed to be getting too sensitive. I move down to her vagina and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. “Oh my fucking god!” she shouted. We were lucky her parent were out of town. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I pulled my mouth back from her pussy, with her labia inside. They stretched and stretched, then popped out of my mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried out. Her hips started bucking of their own accord.

I moved up between her legs, stopping to suck on her nipples for a while. She shook and shivered as I did.

“God Don…if only I had known,” she said softly.

I pulled my mouth from her tit, her nipple still held in my mouth with suction, until it popped out. She grunted as it did. I looked up at her.

“If you had only known what?” I asked.

“How good you are at sucking pussy.” She smiled down at me. I nodded and crawled up until I was looking down at her.

“Are you still a virgin?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Jimmy fucked me a couple of time. It never really hurt and there wasn’t any blood.”

“Hmmm, well I guess we’ll find out,” I said, press my cock against her entrance. “Are you at least on birth control?”

“Yes. My mom made sure of that.” I nodded as I pressed into her farther. “Oh, you’re bigger than Jimmy, I can feel you stretching me.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not yet. It kind of feels good. Keep going,” she ordered.

I pressed into her, then pulled back a little and pressed in a little farther. She moaned as I pressed in and sighed as I pulled out. After about burdur escort five minutes of taking it slow, I was in her all the way.

“Does that hurt?” I asked once more.

“No that feels delicious. Oh god, you stretched me out, a lot. It feels so good.”

“Okay, I’ll take it slow at first,” I whispered in her ear.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Then I kissed her on the lips, hard. At the same time, I pulled out of her until just the head of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I pushed into her slowly. She moaned as I did.

“Fuck me, Don, fuck me hard until I scream!” she said.

I pulled out slowly, slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.

“Oh fuck,” she screamed.

I did it again, fast and hard. She screamed. for the next twenty minutes, I slammed my cock into her sweet pussy. She was cussing and swearing up a storm. I found it very sexy to listen to her. I was also watching her tits bounce on her chest. It was also erotic that I couldn’t last much longer. Jane was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together to be one. I’m not saying I was an expert lover, but I was young and healthy and had a hard dick that I could move fast and hard. I could feel my orgasm coming. It almost hurt as my sperm shot out of my dick into Jane’s wonderful pussy. When she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy, it triggered her orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted.

I kept pushing into her with each spurt of my cum.

“Oh my fucking god, oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I just pushed into her more. I spurted one more time. Then I just sighed.

“God that was so…beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. I was still on top of her.

“Oh god Don, yes it was, beautiful. Of fuck,” she yelled the last and shook with another orgasm.

I rolled off her and lay next to her staring at the ceiling. Then I turned my head to look at her pretty face. She was still having an orgasm. I smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek. She turned her head to look at me. She smiled, closed her eyes and came again.

“Holy shit, nobody has ever done this to me. Not Jimmy, not…well you don’t need to know my dating history, right now. But fuck, that was fantastic.”

I smiled at her. Her eyes got big and she jumped up and headed out of the room to the bathroom. I heard the water running and lay back and closed my eyes. Having sex with Jane had been good for me. I still pined for the loss of Darleen, but all the tension about her leaving tomorrow had been drained from my body. Then I felt a warm washcloth touch my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Jane carefully cleaning my cock. It felt good. Then she sucked me into her mouth to see if she had cleaned all the stuff off me. She threw the cloth into the corner and climbed into bed.

“Can you stay the night?” she asked. I was very surprised.

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do. And if you’re up to it, I would like you to fuck me all night. Or at least eat my pussy.”

Again I was very surprised by her request.

“Sure.” Then she was kissing me, hard and trying to force her tongue into my mouth, which I let her do.

We spent the rest of the night trying a whole bunch of new things for her and some that were new to me. We had fun and both of us had a lot of pleasure given by the other person. It was an amazing night. When morning finally came, Jane looked at me.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“I am, I really am. I know I have to get on with my life. And I want to thank you for what you have done for me.”

“That’s the way it started. I was just going to let you fuck me, then say goodnight and hope for the best. But you surprised me. You turned me on so much, I just wanted to have you do it over and over again. Can I call on you to please me in the future?”

“If I can call on you to please me.”

“Of course, of course. Oh god, I told myself I wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Change the way I feel about you. I was just going to keep you as a friend, but now I want you as a lover, even if I’m going out with someone else.”

“Really? You would cheat on your boyfriend?”

“With you, yes. I would tell him about you and that it’s just sex. If he didn’t like it, I would break up with him until I found one that liked that was cheating on him. There have to be men out there like that. I want to keep you as a lover. Maybe even let my boyfriend fuck me at the same time. I would like to try that.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that. We might want to wait on that one for awhile. Quite awhile.”

“Sure. Are you going home now?”

“Yes, I need to get some sleep. Would you like to go out later?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I wake up.”

“Great. I’m going to sleep now.”

She closed her eyes and was out like a light. I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and left, locking the door behind me. As I walked into my parent’s house, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

“I did, thank you for asking. Did you have fun?”

“I did. Did you go home with that nice looking girl you were dancing with all night?”

“No, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” I asked.

“Just wondering. You two looked good together and I watched when you were kissing and it looked serious.”

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My hands shook as I stood there staring at the crumpled piece of metal that had, once upon a time, been my car. I had been driving home from my job as a waitress at 2 a.m. on Saturday. Out of nowhere, as I had been entering an intersection, a tractor trailer had failed to stop at his red light and had blind sided me. As a result of being T-boned I had shattered my wrist and had a concussion. I had been knocked unconscious by the collision and was awakened by someone beating on my driver’s side window. It was a hysterical person who had witnessed the accident. He tried to pull open my door but it was wedged shut from when my car had hit the light pole. I could hear him talking excitedly to a 911 dispatcher, and then it all went black again.

The next time I awoke, there was a police officer knocking on my window. I hazily remember him telling me they were going to cut the door off of the hinges to get me out of the car, and then the roar of the machine as it cut through metal.

The next thing I knew I was free and being whisked away on a stretcher while EMTs poked and prodded at me. I repeatedly fell unconscious on the way to the hospital and once we got there. After three hours of doctors working on me they deemed me ok, except insisted I stay in the hospital so that they could keep an eye on my head where I had knocked it.

The next morning I was awakened by a knock on my hospital room door, after mumbling that it was ok to come in, two police officers entered the room. One was an older male with a grey mustache a paunch sticking out over his regulation black trousers. The other man, however, was incredibly good looking. Where the older officer was round and jolly looking, this one was well built and very fierce looking. I would guess that he had to be well over 6′ and his body, judging by the way his jeans and tight fitting black tee shirt fit, he was very much in shape.

Where the jolly looking officer looked to be friendly and easy-going, the other had what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his face. The older man, Officer Rich introduced himself to me then. He then explained that the man who had T-boned me in the tractor trailer had fled the scene on foot, leaving the scene on foot. He then introduced the other officer to me, Detective Reynolds was his name. Officer Rich then excused himself to go take the doctor’s statement on my health conditions after the accident, leaving me alone with Detective Reynolds.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to hear about your accident, I hope that you are feeling somewhat better today,” the detective said in a low, husky voice that made my pulse speed up, which was quite embarrassing since I was still hooked up to that damned heart monitor. I felt my face turn pink as the annoying beep sped up, and I thought I noticed the detective’s lips twitch as if he was fighting off a smile.

“We just wanted to come by and get your statement on exactly what happened last night, so that when we find the man who hit you we will have it.” Detective Reynolds walked over to the chair next to bed and folded his long, muscular frame down into it as I told the story of what had happened.

Just as I was finishing up, Officer Rich entered the room again and said happily that the doctor was signing my release forms at that moment and I would be free to go. I was so excited by that news that I immediately got out of the bed so that bayburt escort I could change into clothes and leave. I may have moved a bit too fast for my head to keep up with because as I got to my feet the room swayed, and I felt a strong hand grip my upper arm.

“Easy ma’am,” murmured Detective Reynolds. “Take it slow, your head still may not be up to fast movements.” Embarrassed, I nodded and smiled meekly. The two officers then headed towards my door, stating they would wait outside until I was dressed.

After sliding back into my jeans from the night before, and my camisole, since my work shirt was covered in blood from where my arm had bled. I then slipped on my shoes and opened the door to the hallway.

Detective Reynolds was leaning on the wall against my door and looked up as I exited. He stood to his full height as I approached him.

“If you’d like, after you sign out, I can give you a ride to the yard so you can get anything you need out of your car, then I can take you home” he said. I felt relief at not having to call a cab for this reason and thanked him sincerely. He nodded at me and told me he’d meet me in the parking lot at his car, an unmarked maroon one. I hurriedly signed the papers I needed to and went to find the hunky cop.

The sunny day outside hurt my eyes as I stepped into it and I squinted to find the car. A dull throb pulsed in my head from the brightness as I walked up to the car. Detective Reynolds was in the car with AC running and leaned across the seats to open the passenger side door for me. I slid gratefully into the tinted car and leaned my head against the head rest. I sat forward and turned towards the man a bit,

“Were you on the call last night?” I asked as we headed towards the nearest junk yard. Reynolds nodded his head,

“Yes I was. Your car is probably totaled, I would guess,” he said and slid a glance at me. My stomach sunk, I couldn’t afford a new car right now. I sighed and rubbed my temple, then let my hand fall to the console in between Reynolds and myself. My arm brushed against his as I did and I gasped at the shock of awareness that jolted through my body. What was it about this man that set my body in a fit? I wondered.

As we neared a red light, the detective stopped the car and turned his gaze towards me, and I noticed for the first time what a startling color they were, almost black, they were so dark blue. Gorgeous was the first word to enter my mind, just like the rest of the man.

Reynolds’s dark eyebrows drew together in concentration as he stared intently at me. He then, to my surprise, lifted his hand from the console and brushed a strand of my light blonde hair off of my cheek.

“At least the accident didn’t mess up your gorgeous face,” he murmured softly and I felt myself go beet red.

“I… uh… thanks” I stuttered. Then to my astonishment, he flashed a grin at me, and it nearly made my heart stop. It transformed his face from a hard, world weary man, to a carefree boy. I couldn’t help but smile back. All too soon we were at the yard and we had walked to my car.

I couldn’t help it, tears started to fall from eyes as I thought about how close I had come to not making it out of this wreck alive. My hands were shaking as I felt two strong hand squeeze my shoulders in comfort.

“Shhh…” the detective bilecik escort murmured in my ear “It’s ok, it could have been a whole lot worse” he said, which caused me to cry harder. I then felt him turn me and my face was buried in his chest. I could feel his shirt growing wet from my tears and it took me a minute to get myself together. I noticed that his hands were caressing my back softly and my good hand was clutching his shirt tightly. I took a few deep breaths and released him, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I guess its just the shock of how close I came to, like, dying that just hit me”. A shudder rippled through my body. I then proceeded to get my belongings from the car, with the help of the detective.

We loaded back up into his car and I told him where I lived. He didn’t even need directions, as he said he lived not even two blocks from my house. This thrilled me for some reason. Before too long we were pulling up in front of my house and he offered to carry my things in for me. I accepted gratefully and we went up the stairs and into my house. I asked him to just sit the stuff on my couch and he did. He then turned towards me and walked up to me.

“I meant it earlier when I said you are gorgeous,” he said in a husky whisper as he caressed my cheek softly. My belly jumped at his touch and I felt my panties grow damp.

“Detective, I..” but he cut me off before I could finish.

“Please call me Bryce,” he said with a smile and I laughed softly.

“Bryce, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done… and the compliment” I said as I stood on tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He surprised me then by turning his head and kissing me full on the lips.

His strong arms pulled me against his chest as his tongue swept into my mouth. A soft whimper escaped my lips and I ran my good hand over his chest as his own hands explored my back. I slid my hands down his belly and then under his shirt as our tongues mated together. His skin was hot to the touch and quivered as my fingers lightly played over it. He mimicked my movements and slid his hands under my shirt.

I felt his fingers moving lightly up and to the underside of my breast where he seemed to hesitate. I moaned softly and broke off the kiss so that I could lift my camisole over my head, leaving me in my black satin bra.

“Oh, baby,” Bryce moaned softly as his hands settled on my ribs. He then ducked his head to lay kisses on the tops of both of my breasts. He used one finger to pull the cup down on one until my nipple was exposed to his hot, wet mouth. His tongue flicked at the tight bud and switched to the under, doing the same thing, until I was shaking beneath his hands. I cried out softly and tunneled my fingers through his hair wanting more of what he was willing to give.

I reached my own hands down to lift up his shirt, revealing abs and pecs more toned than I had even thought. They were dusted with a slight sprinkling of brown hair and I nearly panted at the sight. I broke away from his touch long enough to trail hot kisses down his abdomen and to wear his jeans started. I then slowly undid the belt at his waist and undid his jeans as well, sliding my hand in them to pull his stiff rod out of his boxer briefs. I salivated at the sight of the steely length of him.

A low growl bingöl escort came through Bryce’s throat as I kissed the tip of his cock. I slowly let my tongue trail over the head of him, licking the pre-cum off that had gathered there. My good hand cupped his length and I stroked him up and down a few times before sliding my hot, wet mouth over his length until he touched the back of my throat.

I forced down the reflex to gag and swallowed until his length was completely engulfed in my mouth and throat, where I started sliding up and down. As I did this, I reached down to cup his heavy sac in my hand and rolled his balls softly around. After just a few minutes of this Bryce pulled me up whispering

“Baby, if you keep that up I’m gonna be done wayy too soon”. I smiled at this and led him towards my bedroom where we both fell to my bed. Bryce’s fingers trailed down my stomach and slid into the waistband of my own jeans where his fingers encountered the already soaking wet slit of my sex. Giving head had always been a turn on for me and that proved it.

A whimper escaped my mouth as two of his long fingers plunged into my depths and began stroking inside of me. Within seconds I felt on the brink of cumming and Bryce didn’t disappoint. I immediately tumbled over the edge of sanity and into bliss. I remember screaming Bryce’s name as I came and his low chuckle at how easy it was to get me off. After I came back to Earth I then shucked my jeans and underwear as he lost his as well.

Bryce was then on top of me, his shaft nudging at the entrance of my sex, seeking entrance. I opened my legs wide and felt him plunge in. I moan loudly at the same time that he did. He filled me so completely and I was so tight around him I didn’t think I could survive it. Bryce began with slow, deep strokes and gradually increased the pace until he was hammering into my pliant body.

I reached up and nipped his shoulder lightly to stifle my scream of ecstasy. Bryce was planting hot kisses all along my exposed throat column and neck as he hammered into me. I could feel his hot cock throbbing inside of my canal and I felt myself starting to clench around him. I was growing close to my second orgasm when I heard Bryce mumble a question.

“Is it safe for me to cum in you baby?” he asked and I nodded quickly. That seemed to be what he needed to hear as he plunged rapidly into me four more times and then spilled his hot seed into me. The feeling of him shooting into my pussy was enough to push me over the edge. I screamed as I tumbled over the edge once again. Bryce’s body slick with sweat, dropped on top of me and we kissed tenderly as our pulses returned to normal. After a few minutes, Bryce excused himself to my guest bath as I went to the master bath and we both cleaned ourselves up. Just as I was exiting the bathroom I heard him on the phone.

“They found him? Sure we will be there ASAP”. He then came into my bedroom. “Get dressed babe, they found the creep who struck you, we are going to go have a word with him” he said as he leaned in and kissed my lips.

Quickly we donned our clothes and headed out the door. Bryce used his flashing lights to get through the streets quickly, my heart hammering about as fast as he was driving. He reached over and squeezed my clammy hand.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m here with ya, nothing is going to happen except we are going to lock this asshole up”. I smiled at this just as we pulled up to the police station. Bryce never let go of my hand as we walked inside, where I expected to see some old, fat truck driver, but instead, to my utter shock, I saw my abusive ex boyfriend, sitting in a chair in handcuffs…

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Lars, 18, is going to join the Army. His world is turned upside down with an after-party realization from farm girl, Daisy Foster, who secretly is love with him. Sparks fly. The World ignites.

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Daisy’s Secret Love for Lars

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PART 1 — The Present

Stateside and Scared to Death

I’m sitting in a diner in the little town of Fort Montgomery, New York. I am not far from Danbury, Connecticut, where I grew up. My house is actually in Brookfield, but I knew the whole area well. I push around the stained, empty coffee cup. I nod for a refill which seems odd to me as I am used to just servicing myself at the base. I am wearing an Army surplus t-shirt, faded jeans, boots, and have my old Boston Bruins cap next to me. The waitress in her tight skirt smiles at me and disappears into the kitchen. I notice her tight ass wiggle. I smile and think, I wish.

The army would get in the way. I am a soldier. What the hell am I saying?

Who in their right mind would want a guy like me? Hell, I’ve been away from the States for over fourteen months not to mention Basic Training, then the wait, then the posting to Active Duty.

God, maybe close to eighteen months. Man.

I just don’t know about committing to someone. I sort of fucked-up leaving Brookfield, Connecticut but I am getting ahead of myself.

I sigh. I am back from active duty. Oh, yeah, I already said that.

Right now, I feel a range of emotions. I was brought up to be a positive person, not an emotionless dumb fuck. Hell, in my job, it’s all about getting the right solution to every situation.

I do not carry malice for my fellow humans. I have learned to protect them, to nurture them, and to serve them well. I didn’t get into the Army with negative ideas. I got into the Army to make my dad proud, to make me something I wasn’t in High School and to shape me as a person. I even said to the recruiting officer, I would not mind working towards being an officer.

So now.

God, where do I start?

My unit flew in three days ago, and we unloaded at Fort Bragg. We were all itching to go on leave, and taste civilian life again, get back with family and loved ones. I signed my paperwork for leave. Many of us did. We had chow and games and then lights out at our leisure. I was so tired I slept right up to 0500. Sarge came in and in his gruff manner told all to fuck off. It was music to our ears. So I signed out, rented a car, and took off.

I found myself in a gas station questioning my relationships as I filled up the red Toyota Corolla. Two weeks on leave. It seems surreal all this stunning greenery and busy lives buzzing past me. The dust, the heat, the cold, the rocks, the sweat of Afghanistan. Fourteen months of active duty, and now I am having a nervous fit, making my way home.

I flick through my new cellphone that is Army surplus. I remember my sister’s number by heart. Should I ring it? Do I ring Mom’s cell?

I call Mom.

Several buzzes. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mom, it’s me. How are you?”

My Mom squeals. “Lars!”

A big thunk. A scratching sound. “Are you okay baby?”

“Yeah, Mom. Just got back from active duty.”

“You Stateside?”

“Yes. I’m coming home. I am sorry I couldn’t let you know in advance. We were in tight. Hard to get the news out.”

“The Army needs way better ways to keep our families happy!”

“Seriously Mom I’ll tell you all about it later. I am sorry. Okay. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Same. You sound sad, honey, how about Mama’s chili?”

“Just tired. A Burger and your curly fries would be great.”

“Coming right up. Luna is here, she has come down. I’ll hand it over.”

My sister. My Luna. Holy shit. It’s been a long time. I can’t talk to her. I haven’t answered much of her letters. Shit. I hang up.

The phone buzzes seconds later. I stare at it. Shit oh, shit.

“Hello.”

“Hey, dumbass, how are you? I am so glad you are back,” Luna says through tears. I can hear how her throat is sticking, and she is sniffling. “You okay?”

I hold back my tears. Shit, this is hard.

“I am okay, Luna. Nice to hear your voice. Look I am in Fort Montgomery having a coffee and will be back in less than hour okay.”

Sniffles. A laugh.

“We all can’t wait.”

I get the shakes. “We?”

“My girlfriend, mom, and me, stupid.”

Dumbass me. Right. The last letter I had was over six months ago. Right, okay, her name is Kimberly. Shit oh shit.

“So how is Mom and um, Kim?”

“We are all great. Oh, Lars, I can’t wait to see you, hurry up dumbass.”

I laugh.

“Okay, leaving now.”

“Hey, Lars.”

“What?”

“Are you going to see Blair?”

Holy mother of something. She doesn’t know we broke up. She doesn’t know about Daisy balıkesir escort or any of that stuff.

“I um, sure.”

“Okay, cya soon.”

I put the phone down and wipe tears from the side of my face. The waitress comes by and refills my water. She looks at my tattoo on my right forearm.

“Army boy, huh. I thought so. I know what’s it’s like. My brother is in the Navy, and my boyfriend is an Engineer.”

“How do you cope, you know your boyfriend?”

“We get by. I miss him, heaps. He’s on Active Duty right now.”

“Where?”

“Afghanistan.”

“That’s where I was five days ago.”

She sits down across from me. I notice she has deep brown eyes and they light up. “How bad is it?”

I take a sip of water. “The Engineers, hell all of us have good and bad days. I mean I’m in what they call a Stryker Team. It’s a different world over there. It’s not all about what the media keeps telling you. We do long hours. We interact with the local population, it’s peacekeeping with occasional times where we meet insurgents. Keep in touch with him, that’s important.”

Stupid me over there, beating myself up over all the dumb things. I really kept thinking of one girl. One girl that blew my mind and put me into a state of otherworldliness. But I left. What bullshit could a girl go through to keep me as her man? Oh, listen to me. I should take on my own advice.

She gets up and nods. I notice there are tears in her eyes. I get up and put the change on the table. I give her a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m Corporal Lars Kristov. I’m home for two weeks now. If you need to talk, let me know. I live over in Brookfield. I grab her pen and write down my number.

She kisses me on the cheek.

“I’m Jackie. Thanks, Lars. That means so much to me. I bet you can’t wait to hug your girl!”

Her words hit me like a battering ram straight to the chest.

My girl.

I sort of have a girl. I think.

I kind of do.

I sort of fucked-up. I think.

Why would she still want me?

I kind of missed the boat on that one.

Fuck.

Her name is so worth mentioning. It’s a name that I say before I go to sleep every night.

Daisy.

Damn it.

Daisy.

You have rocked my world. And my emotions are all about you. Damn it.

I don’t answer straight away, so she fills in the gap. “She must be a lucky girl. You going to surprise her?”

I feel all knotted she is right. “Yeah.”

“Have a nice day, Lars.” She waves at me.

I feel suddenly awkward. “You too, Jackie. Take care.”

I walk out to the Corolla. My mind is full. Damn it, Lars, you need to go there.

You have to.

You know you do.

Your heart is full of love.

Damn it.

She is everything.

So how do I explain it all to her?

I mouth the three words that have been haunting me for such a long time:

I love her.

The angel from Heaven.

Damn it.

Rewind a bit.

Let me explain.

I am a Corporal Lars Kristov. I know I already said that.

I joined the Army four days after Graduation. I did the ASVAB test with ease. I was sent to Basic Training and worked my butt off. I passed out of there in the top 5%. I was stationed at Fort Bragg. I got assigned to 2nd Stryker Brigade Combat Team 27th Brigade to replace 102nd Airborne Division’s 1st Brigade Combat Team. I have been on active duty for fourteen months. My Unit has been locked in a valley in Afghanistan for over six months. We ended up getting out of there and getting back to Bagram Airfield-BAF. Our de-brief lasted for a while, then the unit was broken up and made into a new “Special” Unit called Stryker 3, 21 Special Group. My commander put me in the new Special Group for my bravery, leadership, and team-building skills. I patted myself on the back because I knew my father would be so proud of me if he were alive.

My real dad was in the Marine Corps. Served twelve years. Then he got killed on active duty. So basically, my mom, Faith brought me and my sister Luna up. My mom didn’t remarry just went into a casual relationship a few years after Dad died, with the Principal of Brookfield Elementary School.

I scratch my three-day growth.

The only problem is I have pushed away from the one thing that drives my head wild.

Daisy Foster. I haven’t really had much contact with her since I left the States and I feel so guilty about that.

Her riveting green eyes. They pierce the soul with a simple look.

The body. Carved out of pure beauty a 5″7′, 119 pounds 34C- 24-32 shapely, fit, athletic body.

The smile. The laugh. The voice. The giggle. All to die for.

Daisy Foster.

Why didn’t I stay?

I must be mad.

Then there is my love for my mom and lovely sister Luna. Did they deserve me to leave them and go a fight a war on the other side of the world?

Damn it all to hell.

A World I Once Knew Evaporates

PART 2 — The Past

Back in High School, I had just started bartın escort my senior year, and I was only a week into my 18th year when I started going with the cute soccer captain 18yr old Blair Winston, a stunning deep wavy brown hair girl. I was quite inexperienced with girls. Her 32C-22-30 body was fit and toned. She met me when I went to a Cosplay Party a couple of buddies of mine threw. We hit it off straight away.

The first date she blurted out, “Have you had your dick sucked before?” Then proceeded to stare at my large bulge in my pants all night until she unzipped my jeans and told me my cock was a gift from heaven. The second date, she wore a dress and no panties. In no time at all, I had my face deep into her soaking wet pussy and being told how to lick and tease a clit. She then blew me like I was her last guy in the world. I didn’t complain. The third date she demanded we fuck. She taught me how to fuck and treat a woman that night, it was incredible. I came four times, 3 in her pussy and once in her mouth. I was a goner for this crazy girl.

So by my third date with Blair, my virginity was wiped away clean. She had lots of experience and was cocky, in your face, proud and demanding aggressively.

There would be many times when she would just blurt out something crazy usually when I was eating some curly fries.

Well, she was determined to teach me how to last all night. She loved the fact I was a fast learner and had a huge cock. That really turned her on. I loved it. She said my cock was like a fucking piston. She took pictures of my cock in her mouth, in her hands, on her body, and in her body. She was obsessed. She insisted on measuring it, which ended up being 9.5 inches.

I was pleasantly surprised that my anonymous cock had thousands of likes on her platforms. She even uploaded a video of her deep throating me on Pornhub. Currently is has ticked over 380 000 views.

After Blair’s initiation into sex, I started watching porn like crazy. I had watched it before, but now I was addicted. I started seeing myself as a porn star.

Anyway, Blair and I explored every position possible. She bought a small Kama Sutra book and demanded we try all the positions. I didn’t mind, and we had lots of fun fucking like rabbits. Her big turn on was to tease the shit out of me. It was crazy.

Then there was my sister, Luna.

Out of nowhere, she exploded into a guy magnet. She went from average at 18 to knock-out model by 19. She had an average body but hours and hours at the gym and going on a Paleo diet transformed Luna into everyone’s lustful dreams. She even started getting tips and tricks from Blair on how to tease. Their endless chatting, either in person or online, drove me up the wall.

Luna would ask me — do guys … would a guy … if you were a girl …

Then Blair dropped a bomb.

Blair found out my sister is not into guys at all, she identified as a lesbian. I actually was shocked at first, but when I thought about it, it made total sense. Her best friend Fiona or Fi as we called her was always dropping hints and making jokes about girls and they were always sleeping in the same bed when she came over for sleepovers. Blair also found out that my sister liked having a threesome. All girl threesomes. Wow, I thought I am living in a house with a sister one year older than me and a lesbian nympho!

Anyway, after Luna finished High School, College was not her thing, so she kept promoting her organic beauty products through her website, Instagram, and Youtube channel and had become quite popular and successful.

This is where it gets complicated.

Luna walked in on me. Oh, man, it was so embarrassing!

I have never sexually thought of my sister. That stuff is just wrong end of the story. But I do understand why she got all the attention.

The problem was I had a cock that got hard at a photo of a hot chick or a couple kissing. I was so horny all the time. Luna could see that and would laugh at me and tell jokes in front of Mom. Mom kept saying it’s just a natural thing for a boy to go through. Eventually, it will go away. That advice did not convince me at all. Anyway, I avoided any embarrassing moments until my sister walked in on me.

Ug, it was so horrific.

I was showering and slowly stroking my long cock. I was imaging Blair going crazy all over my shaft. One of her favorite things to do was use no hands. She called it “no hands job,” and she was insanely good at it.

So I am enjoying myself, lost in my sex dream and with no warning at all, Luna struts in wearing an only a towel.

“Oh, you’re in here!”

I jump out of my skin and spin round. “Can you like, get out Luna!” I hiss.

She comes up to the glass. “Blair was right, you do have a BIG cock!”

She laughs like a child. I freak out. My cock is still rock hard, my hand is still slowly stroking, so the fear hasn’t made me limp.

I turn slightly to her. “Go the fuck away.”

“It doesn’t bother me just keep stroking.” She puts her mouth on the steamy batman escort glass and kisses it.

I freeze. Luna drops her towel and wiggles her butt at me, giggles and leaves.

At that moment all the pent up frustration reached a crescendo. I stroked like a madman. I am not sure if getting caught by my sister added to the pent up excitement or not but I cum spurtling a massive load all over the glass. Rivulets of cum snaked down the glass.

I actually thought I have died and gone to hell.

After that, I was so ashamed of myself. I couldn’t bring myself to face her. Days turned into weeks when finally she plopped down on my bed and spoke to me.

“You have a healthy sex life, right?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I pressed pause on my game.

“I know because Blair keeps telling me.”

“Not the finer details I hope.”

Luna slapped me on the arm. “Wow, where did you get arms like that?”

“You know I am training for the Army, right?”

“Oh that. Anyway, don’t be ashamed of the shower incident. I was just fucking around.”

I blushed and look at her. Her blue eyes are so compelling. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s natural. It’s not like you were thinking of me!”

I looked at her, scrunching up my face. “Gross, no. Blair definitely.”

“See then, natural.” She punched me again, and I don’t move.

“I did um, you know.”

“I know. Again, natural. At least you haven’t seen me, huh. That would be weird.” She laughs.

I sighed and let out a little chuckle. “Are we good, you don’t hate me.”

“Fuck no. That’s just childish shit. Oh, by the way when you go to Lake Party, take bug spray.”

“Why?”

“I was down there two nights ago, my ass is covered.”

“I see. With who?”

“Can’t reveal the big secret. Let’s say she is amazing.”

I laugh. “Guys off the table, huh?”

She laughed at that comment. Her perfect white teeth are so um, perfect. “Yes, definitely. Donny Welbeck was a douchebag and couldn’t get it up and smelt of cigar smoke,” she says.

“He smoked cigars?”

“Yes. It was gross.”

“Maybe he turned you on to girls!”

Luna whacked me again. Wow, no power at all. “No dumbass I knew like in Grade 8. I definitely knew in my Freshman year.” She looks at her cell. “Shit got to fly, say hi to Blair. Oh, by the way, I saw her talking to that Linebacker dude, Frankie whatshisname in Walmart, they looked pretty friendly, just saying.”

With that bit of gossip, my flighty sister spun out of my room, and I heard her car zoom off not long after.

This is where it gets weird.

A text message appeared on my phone. I looked at it, and my eyes bug out.

F my ass is yours

Is F for Frankie or Fuck?? I knew I had to get to the bottom of this. Luna wasn’t just shooting off shit.

Fast forward to the Lake Party.

It was supposed to be the party to say good-bye to senior year. It turned into the party from hell. I got drunk because Blair was not in the mood for sex and kept pushing me away.

I eventually managed to corner her, and we talked.

It did not go down well.

The conversation went something like this:

“So, what is F?” I say.

“What the fuck are you talking about Lars?” She only calls me Lars when she is pissed.

“My phone. You sent me a message F my ass is yours!”

She looks at me like I am the biggest idiot. “I did not.”

I show her my phone. Her face scrunches up and throws the phone down.

“Fuck you, Lars.”

“Fuck me. F is for Freddie. Luna saw you and Freddie in Walmart. Why I thought we had something going on?”

Blair stares at the ground for a lifetime. I drain my beer. “Are you going to say something, Blair.”

“You are fucking her, aren’t you?” Blair stares at me, her eyes ablaze with anger.

My head explodes. I can feel thousands of pieces of my mind on the grass in front of us. What the?? I haven’t fucked anyone, but Blair isn’t that obvious.

“You I am fucking, yes. Like nearly every day. But her, who the hell are you talking about?”

“Black hair, green eyes, y’know Farm Girl. Jesus LARS YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.”

I step forward and grab her arm. “Why would I want to cheat on you?”

“Fucking liar.” She slaps me across the face and walks towards the mass of others dancing and singing. I grab my left cheek. The sting lingers. I hear, yell out, “I fucking hate you, Lars.”

The words cut deep into me. Now that my head is in pieces, I cannot work out what is going on, so I grab another can next to my truck and crack it open. Blair’s best friend Rose walks around the back of my truck holding a beer can. She works on an orchard a couple of hours from here. She is wearing a t-shirt that says I hate the City, tight jeans and cowboy boots. She is cool.

“Couldn’t help but hear the yelling.”

“Sorry about that,” I muster.

“I care for Blair, but she’s gone too far. Can I sit down?”

I nod. She sits down on a log. She takes a swig and continues.

“It’s all about Daisy Foster.”

My mind goes blank.

“Farmgirl. Jet black hair, green eyes. Religious type. Doesn’t show off much. Head in a book, likes wearing dungarees, Daisy!”

I am foggy. I shake my head.

“Shit your brain is fried Lars. What with your training, your kickboxing, and fucking Blair do you notice any other shit?”

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I picked Lucas up at 7:30PM Tuesday evening. He got in, and turned to me. His beard was full, and bushy. He had thick eyebrows, which framed his dark brown, almost black eyes. He had a receding hairline, which he combed off to one side, with the sides and back trimmed short. He had on a low cut t shirt, which showcased his sweaty, and lightly hairy chest. His denim shorts were cuffed, exposing a bony knee, and muscular calves, with bunched socks and motorcycle boots. I liked this one.

We headed back up town, and went in through the garage entrance. The back elevator was quiet, yet we spoke not a word. He stepped off to the side, when the doors opened, and I led the way down to my apartment. Upon entry, I stopped and turned, as he closed the door behind him.

“Strip.”

He paused slightly, then peeled his t shirt off, over his smooth body, save for the patch of chest hair, and a thin happy trail. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, exposing a raven black bush, and slid them off. He had an average dick, and enormous balls. He was uncircumsized. Delicious.

I turned away, and ordered him to follow. My platform L.A.M.B. Boots, echoing their heavy trod throughout the hall. My leather pleated shorts swished slightly against my bare ass, and my denim shirt begged for relief, tightly casing my breasts. I entered my spacious bathroom, as he followed closely behind. In the studio lighting, he looked modelesque, with his cheekbones and jawline perfectly shadowed from above. I had a set of clippers and razor blade on the vanity. I turn on the clippers and kneel before him. He doesn’t make a sound, as I trim away his thick mass of black pubes. I massage his shaft with my left hand, while I trim with the right. He’s hardening beneath my fingertips. I carefully trim around the base of his shaft and balls, watching them flex slowly with the vibrations. I imagine my mouth around each one. Soft. Plump. Tempting…

I finish trimming off his happy trail, and reach for the razor. I use a small amount of shaving gel, and lather it slowly into his crotch and around his balls. He grows even more, as the gel lubricates and warms his manhood. I slowly shave his balls, and around the shaft, leaving a trimmed shadowing upward, throughout his crotch. I stand and turn to wet a cloth, in warm water. Kneeling before him again, I slowly wipe at the remaining gel, and he rises even more. I can see a hint of head, through the folds of wrinkled foreskin. Good boy.

I take Lucas by the hand, and lead him to the bedroom. I have a bottle of warming gel, on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

“Undress me.”

He slowly unbuttons my shirt, as my breasts freely expand. He stares briefly at them, purposely sliding his palms across my erect nipples, as he pulls my shirt down over my shoulders. I see a twinkle in his eye, as he unfastens my leather shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I step out, and raise my right leg, brushing my knee up the underside of his completely hard dick. His body flexes as he catches his breath. I point at my boot, and he kneels to unzip them.

I step afyon escort out of my boots, and stand just short of his beard. He looks down on me with a smirk. I turn and grab the first warming oil from the collection, and turn, squeezing a small portion into my right palm. I keep eye contact with him, as I grab his (now enormous) manhood, lathering it up with warming oil. He licks his lips lightly, and I see his eyes losing focus. He closes his lids, as his lips part.

“Open your eyes.”

He looks confused, as he looks back down at me. Little beads of sweat appear on his forehead. Even my palm feels hot, as I swish my fist up and down his thick, long shaft. I stop, and run my thumb back and forth over his exposed head. His body arches slightly, and his hands instinctively move forward in protest, but he stops himself, eyes fluttering.

“You want me to stop?”

He nods, and closes his eyes, turning his head to one side. His dick is bobbing up and down now, and his face is flushed. I reach down, and lather my pussy with my gel covered hand. He stares down, watching me fondle myself, his dick twitching with every heart beat. I move closer to him, and turn.

“Place your dick between my thighs, but do not enter me.”

He moves closer to me, and squats slightly. I feel the oily head of his dick slide from my ass, through my thighs, brushing my engorged lips. I close my eyes, and bit my lip. So tempting…I feel his dick throbbing beneath my pussy. I spread my thighs slightly, parting my lips. His breath his hot against my back, my hair is off to one side.

I press my weight down, spreading my lips around the top of his throbbing shaft. I move my body back and forth, creating friction between our most tender organs. He lets out a moaning sigh, as I work myself back and forth. I feel even my ass gaping, begging for entry. I look down to see inches of dick exposed, past my sliding pussy. I feel myself become light headed, as I lean back into his body. His sweaty chest flexing in and out with his breath. I stop, and push against him. He reaches out instinctively, hands at my waist. I push him away, and turn to him. My pussy is purring and my ass is lustful.

I have a change of plans, and arch over the edge of the bed, propping against my forearms. My legs are parted, as I look behind. He’s staring, lustfully at my ass. I feel the gusts of breeze from the overhead fan, against the warming gel covered parts of me. I’m begging inside for him to enter me.

“You may enter me.”

He moves forward, quickly placing his hands on my cheeks, and parting them. He slowly pushes the head of his dick into my anal passage, as my ass lips part for him. I turn and close my eyes, feeling him seamlessly move deeper into me. He slides back out, repeating his slow motion of entry. I’m flexing my ass muscles, as he slides in again and again. He’s moaning softly, with every entry. After a few seconds, we develop a smooth rhythmic motion, and he’s fucking me perfectly. Not too hard, or soft. The slick sounds of my ass accepting his dick, aydın escort echo into the hall. I feel my pussy vibrate with every move of his dick. I reach down, hooking three fingertips under my hood, flicking rapidly.

I cum in just a few seconds, dripping down my thighs and legs. He’s still fucking my ass, and I lean back, placing my back against his chest. He stops fucking, and places his hands around my abs. I’m shaking against him, as he reaches down, placing his flat palm over my quivering lips, juice flows freely against his hand. He methodically runs his palm in a circular motion around my engorged lips as I feel his dick flexing inside of my ass. I’m breathing heavily as he speeds his hand motion. I cum again, pushing copious amounts of juice out, coating my entire thighs and legs in my own orgasm.

He’s breathing heavy against my neck, and his dick flexes strongly within me. I move forward, pulling away from him, as his dick loudly pops out of me. I turn and take his shaft in my hand. I jerk him quickly, and rhythmically as he closes his eyes, and parts his lips.

“Open your eyes.”

He slowly opens them, as they glaze over. He can’t close his mouth, and he’s sweating from every pore in his face. I suddenly let go of his shaft, as he hunches over, breathing loudly. I slap him across the face, and he turns, with his eyes open wide.

“Back against the bed post.”

He leans against the post nearest us, and I retrieve some velvet roping from my chest of drawers. I tie his hands behind him, and lasso his waist to the post. He stares straight ahead, exhausted. I come back around, squirting more gel into my palm.

I kneel before him, and quickly jerk his shaft, pulling at his balls with my free hand. He starts to moan again, his breathing quickening. I let go of his balls, and start to palm the head of his dick. He lets out a groan, and gasp.

“Ahh! Fffff…Ms..Gggggg…”

“Quiet.”

He bites his lip, with his head down, sweating dripping down onto my arms and breasts. I continue my motions and let go with both hands. His dick jumps up and down freely, his balls high, and as tight as their size will allow. I look up, as sweat drips in mass amounts from his face. His eyes shut tightly closed, his mouth gaping open. He’s licking his lips and whimpering like a bitch.

I take oil up my left hand, and reach under his balls, working my middle finger into his ass hole. He raises his head against the railing, and exhales loudly. I hook my finger, and probe against the hard ridge of muscle and tissue, surround his prostate. He dick is flexing calmly now, and his balls are still tight. I take his shaft in my right hand, and slowly work my fist up and down, in rhythm with my left finger, probing his insides. I expose the head, and retract the skin over it repeatedly. His moaning increases in volume and length, and I prop up, and place my lips around the exposed head of his dick. I continue working both hands, as I flick my tongue over the head.

He whimpers loudly, and continues moaning, almost crying for ağrı escort relief. I continue in slow motion, as he tries to slump down, the roping stops at the etched ridges in the post, allowing very little room to move. He starts to shake as he weeps for me to let him cum. I slow my motions even more, and his legs part, as he lifts his left leg to hook his foot at the bed post. He continues to drip sweat, as he hangs his head, weeping, and shaking. I slide my finger out of his ass, and make a ring around his balls, pulling them down. He cries out briefly, and moans for me to let him cum.

“Pleeeeeease…pl…pleeaaa…Mmmmm…Fuccckkkkkk…”

I push my lips completely around his head, pushing back his foreskin, and hooking them tightly around the ridge of his dick head. I suck hard, and quicken my fist over his shaft.

“Ohhh…fuck yesssss…Goddd…Fuuuuuu”

He shoots hard into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and filling me quickly with his load. I loosen my lips, allowing my cheeks to expand, as he floods my mouth with his sweet tasting cum. I breathe through my nose calmly, with my eyes closed. I close my throat off, and expand my cheeks. He continues to cum, and I move my mouth away, lips closed. He’s coating my lips and chin with his sweet smelling manjuice, as I continue to jerk his dick. I stand up suddenly, and grab his face, putting my lips to his, my hands tightly holding him in place. He gulps frantically, swallowing the cum from my mouth, breathing rapidly through his nostrils.

I open my eyes, to see him staring directly into mine, in a look of shock and amazement. He’s still swallowing, as I empty my mouth of his content. When I’m sure he’s had enough, I let go of him, a string of cum connecting our lips. He licks his, breaking the bond, and I kneel back down. Cum is still oozing out of his throbbing dick head, and I take him in my mouth, and suck him dry. He has the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted, and I smoothly ease it out, sucking sloppily at his head. I pull it out, and wipe the head around my lips and chin, coating his head with the leftover cum. I feel him shutter quietly, as I stimulate his dick head against my mouth.

He’s still rock hard, as I untie his hands and waist.

“On the bed.”

He obediently crawls onto my bed, as I mount his throbbing dick. I feel him slide all the way into me, as my soft lips brush against the prickly stubble of pubes I’ve left on him. I grind myself back and forth, feeling my orgasm rush up quickly. I hold myself on edge for a few seconds, and then hunch over, and feel myself explode with orgasm, all over his freshly sucked dick. I plant my hands on his chest, and I jerk my hips back and forth, building up another quickie, and cum again. I collapse on his chest, and roll over, his large, meaty dick pulling out of me, with a loud swish. I’m exhausted, and trembling, as I feel his hand caress my abs and work up toward my breasts.

“You may go.”

He moves his hand, and pauses momentarily, then slides off the edge of the bed. I watch as he leaves my room, his dick bobbing up and down before him. I hear the rumple of fabric, as he hurriedly dresses, and the stomp of his feet, as he slides into his boots. The door closes, and the quiet comes. I sit up, and inhale the smell of sex and cum, sliding off the edge of my bed. I may have this one back again.

Ms. G

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“So different in the winter,” he thought, as he descended the lake bank and shoed out onto the drifted snow. In the summer, there’d be the gulls overhead and the sound of calling loons, and a cooling breeze coming off the water.

“Well there’s a ‘cooling’ breeze today, too,” he chuckled to himself. “Gets much cooler, it’s gonna to be a pretty uncomfortable walk across.”

At what would in warmer weather have been the water’s edge, he stopped and looked out toward the far shore, maybe five miles away. He could just make out the cabin and the bush that surrounded it, well above the lake. The poplar trees stood like skeletons against the deep blue sky and the occasional spruce added a little colour to the otherwise drab winter world.

The slant of the sunlight emphasised the wind-sculpted snowdrifts with shadows and the reflected light to the west and northwest was blinding. All around him was a winter wonderland, the glitter of snow particles carried by the wind. The shoreline to his right was still in bright sunlight, that to the left almost a silhouette in the lengthening shadows of the trees, behind which the sun would soon set.

“Don’t stay up long, this time of year,” he mused.

Out on the lake the brisk wind swirled the snow into tornado-like twisters that danced along toward him, breaking up and reforming in constant motion, some reaching what looked to be 20 or 30 feet into the air above the snow covered ice. The wind was picking up.

“A blow comin’,” he thought to himself. “Wonder if there’s snow with it?” He could see dark clouds just above the tree-line on the opposite shore, and he could have sworn those clouds weren’t there as he came down the trail only minutes earlier.

Feeling a sense of urgency to get underway, he realized that the wind and clouds had him spooked a bit. However, there was nothing to do but go on; it was too late to turn back even if he had wanted to.

Putting his head down into the wind (had it picked up even more?) he set out across the frozen lake, his snowshoes whispering as they slid forward through the grainy snow.

Only a few minutes later he realized that the wind was getting to his face and neck through his parka, and he stopped to adjust it. He brought the zipper up from under his chin and out along the tube of his hood, until the world shrank to a four-inch, fur-trimmed hole that extended about six inches from the tip of his nose. Fumbling with his heavy mitts, he closed the flap at his neck and tested it, making sure the snap caught.

Already he could feel the difference on his face. His trapped breath warmed the air inside the tube and the cold he’d felt on his neck was now blocked by the closed zipper and the flap. Feeling more comfortable, he started up again; the sound of the snowshoes was gone now and the vapour from his breath swirled upward past the fur at the end of his sight tube.

“Not much view with the hood out like this,” he thought. Then he laughed out loud, remembering the day he’d bought the parka at the Bay store. He’d seen it on sale early on in the Fall and tried it on. The temperature in that old store must have been 75 plus and nothing would do in his mind but to pull the zipper all the way up like he had it now. He’d wanted to see what vision area he’d have, so he pulled that damned zipper all the way to the end.

Satisfied that it would give him enough to get by on, he began to open it up again. It was hot inside the store, and a down-filled parka, in a place that was already too warm for comfort, wasn’t something to keep on any longer than you had to. That’s when the bloody zipper had stuck!!

He’d kept working at it but it didn’t want to open. So there he was, all bundled up in a parka built for 50 below, in a room that was 75 above and it was getting hot as hell in there. Mind you, his contortions trying to get that zipper to work and a bit of a sense of panic sure as hell didn’t do much to cool things down either. He remembered seeing the store shelves out the end of the tube and having to adjust his head up and down, left and right, if he wanted to see where he was going. The old store was just chocker block full of all kinds of goods and the aisles narrow and crooked. He heard a voice somewhere on his left, aksaray escort asking if he needed some help, but it took a lot longer than he’d expected to locate the body the voice was coming from.

He could feel the heat inside that parka building up, the sweat forming under his hair, and the more he tugged and pulled at that motherin’ zipper, the hotter and more frustrated and he got. Several times he had to take a deep breath and try to calm himself down. Being inside that parka, with the limited view of the world around him, was sort of like being caught in an underground pipe; what little he could see looked far away, and there seemed no way out of it.

It had taken a good fifteen minutes, with the help of a couple of sales clerks, to finally get the zipper undone and get out of that parka. He remembered being wet with sweat by the time he was out of it, greying hair plastered to his skull, beads of sweat dripping off his nose and running down his flushed face.

The sales clerk had been astounded when he’d bought the damned parka anyway, but it was a good bargain and he knew that a little wax on the zipper would fix it up fine.

Lost in his thoughts as he was, he was still aware of his progress, the blast of the wind against his body, and the fact that visibility was dropping quickly in the swirling snow. Aiming his sight tube up a bit, he tried to make out the opposite shore and was shocked to find that he couldn’t see it, except as momentary glimpses through the wind-driven snow. Then he realized that the cloud bank he’d noticed just above the skyline fifteen minutes ago was now taking up fully half of the sky ahead.

“Looks bad…that’s a blizzard comin’ down,” he said out loud. “Better get a move on. Still got a long way to go.”

Bearing down into the wind (he could hear it now, even from inside the tube), he pushed on, willing his feet to move more quickly. He knew that speed was important, but if he tripped up now he’d just lose more time than he had gained… and he knew that he had to avoid working up a sweat; that could be deadly if he was forced to stop out here in the open wind.

The chill of the wind was beginning to get to him. He could feel the cold penetrating the parka sleeves and his arms were feeling it in the joints.

“Damned wind must be hittin’ 40 mile ‘n hour, maybe even 50,” he thought to himself. Pulling his arms in toward his body, he hunched over more, head down into the wind. His vision was now a 4 inch sighting of his snowshoes gliding through the swirling snow beneath him, and even they were hidden in the wind whipped snow more often than not.

Glancing back up, he could see that the cloud was moving in even faster now; the bright sunlight all but gone, as the cloud moved out over the lake. As he looked up, tiny flakes of snow fell on his face, like hundreds of icy needles on his skin. He quickly looked ahead and down again, checking his direction at the same time.

Life became a moving picture of snowshoes sliding through his view area–a monotonous left, right, left, right… over and over again. Now and then he’d look up a bit to check direction, but as long as he kept the light (what was left of it) on his left and the wind pretty much in his face, he wouldn’t go too far wrong. He kept a constant pace, at a constant speed, as well as he could with that God-damned wind buffeting him.

As his limbs continued the mindless work of moving ahead on auto-pilot, his mind wandered back to three days ago, when he’d left the cabin. It was cold that day but the sun was shining and -25 was no big thing, with the air still and calm. Janey had stood in the doorway, just his old parka over her shoulders, and watched him leave. They’d just finished breakfast, as the sun pushed above the southeast horizon; that was just 8:30 in the morning these days.

Janey. Now there was a woman. So young and full of life, even tryin’ to talk him into havin’ kids. Well, by her, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind; the makin’ of them, that would be more than okay with him. God, she had a beautiful body. Slim but soft, strong but curvy in all the right places and, when she had him in her, that body just moved and squirmed and trembled, and her hands… oh God, those hands would make that old bear-fur rug stand up. And when she put them on him, well….

He imagined that it was her body pressing into him and not that damned cold wind, and he tried to remember the heat of her and how it felt….

“Come on boy,” he said out loud, “She’s close by now. Just keep movin’ those feet, we’ll be there in no time.”

The light was going fast. The cloud, black and rolling, was above him now and passing over the shore he’d left behind a while back. The sun was hidden and soon would be setting, and there would be no sight of the moon he’d hoped to have overhead in another hour.

The wind was gusting. Every now and then it would catch him a bit off centre and he’d stagger, trying amasya escort to brace against it. Then it would change course a bit and he’d have to change his stance to brace again. Meanwhile, he had to keep those feet moving, at a good steady pace–left, right, left, right, keep them sliding, brace the wind, angle now on that drift, up the steep, down the gradual. On and on and on it went; monotonous but necessary if he was to get across this windswept plain that he could just barely see in the fading light.

Stopping for a second, he took a good look around. The light was all but gone now and the world around him was a wall of swirling snow. Every few seconds he’d catch a glimpse of the dark shoreline, as the wind slacked and let the snow settle lake-ward, but then it would be gone again.

There was no sound other than the howling wind; everything else, even the sound of his breathing inside the tube, became lost in thathowl.

“Jimmy, m’friend, I think we got a problem,” he muttered–not that he could really hear it, but he did feel his lips move.

Looking around him again, he decided that although he couldn’t see much, there was no point in just standing there being buffeted by the wind. He started out again, head down, into the gale; left, right, left, right, keep them sliding, brace the wind, angle now on that drift, up the steep, down the gradual. Although it was hard work against that mother fuckin’ wind, he could feel the chill working into his body. His thighs and upper arms felt numb and he knew that, in a few minutes, he’d have to stop, turn his back to the wind, and let them warm up a little.

In the monotony of it, his mind began to wander again. What would little Janey be doing right about now? Probably making a lamb stew, he imagined; he could almost smell the aroma of it, cooking slowly in that big pot on the back of the wood stove.

“Man, that girl can cook!” he marvelled out loud.

She’d be expecting him sometime soon and this sudden blizzard would have her a bit worried. Had she been looking out the window earlier? Had she seen him coming out onto the lake? They kept a pair of good binoculars on the sill; maybe she’d seen him, knew he was on the way.

He could see little of the world around him but he knew that the wind-carried snow was swirling all around him in the almost semi-dark. The sun was setting now and the great black clouds he imagined overhead were blocking most of the remaining daylight. The drifts were getting harder and harder under his snowshoes, as the wind compressed the snow into compact ridges. He didn’t bother to look at his four-inch world any longer; there was nothing left to see other than snow. He concentrated on direction, pointing himself to where the cabin was and correcting instinctively each time the wind buffeted him off course.

His mind took him to the cabin; one large room, an enclosed porch and two good sized windows all facing south, overlooking the lake. On the back wall, he could see the fieldstone fireplace, with some laundry hanging from the racks to either side of it, and the fire, not large, mostly glowing embers, because with the wood stove going it would get too hot in there. The old bearskin rug covered the plank floor in front of the hearth and the long hairs reflected the light of the fire.

Many, many times they’d made love on that rug; he chuckled at the thought of Janey’s insistence that she have a towel under her beautiful butt so the old bear wouldn’t get crusty. He had no doubt that there was more than one crusty patch on that old rug, the way they rolled and thrashed around with one another.

ooooooooooooooo

He’d known her only a short time really, but Janey had become a large part of his life in the past several months. She’d wandered in, late one afternoon in the early Fall; just a haversack on her back, dark red hair piled up under her broad-brimmed hat, looking very young and very beautiful. She didn’t look a day over fourteen, with her small build and the old sloppy clothes she was wearing, but, he’d discovered later, she’d seen her eighteenth birthday late in August, before she’d decided she’d had enough of her step-dad hitting on her all the time.

Having lived in the bush most of her life, she’d decided to “get on out and see the world.” She’d travelled over 100 miles, following logging roads, staying with people here and there, before arriving at his place, hot and sweaty, that afternoon. He remembered the day she came by. It was one of those hot Indian Summer days, the kind that make you think that, just maybe, Winter’s not coming. There was no wind at all and the cabin was too warm to be inside.

Having finished all his chores, he was sitting on the stoop, just looking out over the flat lake, a cold beer at his side. He remembered thinking how beautiful the changing trees looked, reflected in the lake: a riot of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns against the deep blue of the water. Suddenly, antalya escort he heard a crackle of breaking sticks as something moved off to his right. He immediately thought “Bear” and wondered whether he could get to his rifle if he needed to.

When he looked in that direction, however, he caught sight of pant legs and boots rounding the corner of the path to the road, the rest of whoever it was shielded from view by the deep red of the bush. Several more flashes of boots and pants later, she came into view. Of course he didn’t know it was a ‘she’ right then, but whoever it was was quite short and slim-ish, as far as he could see.

“Hey there,” said a higher voice than he’d expected. “I was just headed to the lake for a drink. Didn’t see the cabin in here.”

“No problem,” he’d said “Go ahead. That path goes right to the shore.”

ooooooooooooooo

He stopped now and turned his back to the howling wind. His upper thighs and arms felt leaden and badly needed to be out of the wind for a bit. The cold had penetrated him to the bone, even through his thermal underwear.

“God damn it!” he thought. “Can’t stop for long here but got to get some warmth back into the old legs, before they stop movin’ completely.”

The wind and the snow it carried pressed his back, making it hard to stand; the direction kept switching so that he had to keep adjusting his weight to it. He hunkered down, knees bent, until his butt was just above the snowshoes, his large haversack and bedding roll bearing the brunt of the wind. He lowered his head and tried to relax. Looking down, he could watch the snow pile up on his heels and make weird, moving patterns as it swept around them, his snowshoes barely visible beneath.

“Don’t think of the cold!” he told himself. “Think of warm cabins, hot summer days, anything… but don’t think of the cold out here.”

ooooooooooooooo

His mind took him back again, to that fall day when Janey had arrived in his life. After the stranger had gone off down the trail, to the lake, he’d sat dozing in the shade of the lilac bush at his front door. He must have actually fallen asleep for a bit and only came to when his elbow slid off his thigh. Righting himself, he sat there half awake, eyelids at half-mast, enjoying the heat of the day, and unconsciously listening to the mud hens out on the still lake and the song-birds in the bush all around him.

“Best get the boat tied proper,” he thought.

He’d left it earlier, with a rope just wound around the dock post a couple of times. No need to tie it right then, with the air so still like this. Besides, he’d had to pee and was anxious to get to the outhouse, back of the cabin. Feller didn’t want to be pissin’ all over the place; wasn’t sanitary.

He mulled that over in his mind leisurely, smiling a little at the sight he must have made practically running up the steep path to the cabin, slapping the fish down on the cleaning table as he passed it, making a beeline for the outhouse. Finally, with a sigh, he hauled himself to his feet and, hitching his pants, started toward the lake.

His feet knew the way down that trail to the lake. No need to think, just let himself follow that well known path. He didn’t pause as he came to the gentler slope to the lake. He just walked on out toward the dock, his eyes and mind on the ropes he wanted to tie. He’d forgotten the visitor and didn’t see her until he was already at the foot of the dock.

Now there was no doubt about it at all. ‘It’ was a ‘her’….Couldn’t be otherwise, not with those pert little breasts hanging down there in front of her as, bending, side-on to him, she twisted the water out of her hair. No doubt of it either when presented with the sight of those lovely rounded hips and buttocks, clad only in wet white cotton panties.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her there, and his jaw dropped open in surprise. That must have presented quite a picture to her when she suddenly realized he was there, not more than 10 feet away.

For a moment her eyes widened, in shock, as she saw him there but then she relaxed, straightened up, and laughed out loud. The shock on his face must have been comical. She sensed he was harmless and, still laughing softly, simply turned her back on him, her smiling face watching him over her shoulder.

When his brain started working again, he closed his mouth, turned his back and retraced his steps across the beach and up the path, back to the cabin. He sat back down on the stoop again and, when the realization of what had happened hit him, he laughed out loud. From the beach, down the trail, came an echo of that laughter in a very girlish timbre.

He sat there for maybe half an hour, chuckling to himself and shaking his head, as he relived their encounter.

“My God,” he thought over and over. “On my own beach… mermaids!”

“An awful pretty mermaid, too!” he’d added, as his mind painted a picture of what he’d seen.

Later, when she came up from the lake, she was smiling (and dressed again, in her baggy clothes), as she came into view.

“Sorry,” she said. “Guess I forgot to lock the bathroom door.”

He laughed and apologized and they went on talking for about an hour, as the sun gradually got lower in the sky.

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a curve
so gently traced
as my fingers find you
and feel your soft form rise
to me

I awoke before her, quietly running my hand along her body as she slept, feeling her soft skin, watching her breast rise and fall with each breath. She was beautiful, with such soft skin I couldn’t help but touch her, run my lips over her skin. Even after living with her for over twenty-five years I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze her ass.

Her breasts sagged a bit now, but her nipples never failed to excited me, poking out so much when she was cold or turned on. The feel of them across my face would make me tremble and when I took them between my lips I couldn’t help but suck and bite them.

Laying beside her that morning I wanted to find a way to do something for her, to her in a way I had never done before. I wanted her to feel the absolute intensity my love for her, to somehow feel a physical equivalent of the emotion.

Carefully climbing out of bed, I quietly opened the bottom drawer on her dresser, where she kept the silk scarves she had used once for a costume party. Grabbing four, I went to the four corners of our bed, tying a scarf at each one. It was a bit difficult tying the slick fabric, but with slow and careful work, I finally had them ready. I then climbed back into bed, waiting for her to wake up.

Dozing a bit, I woke about an hour later as she climbed back into bed after going to the bathroom. Snuggling up close to her, I gently kissed her on her forehead and began unbuttoning her gown. After slipping it off of her, I leaned down and began kissing her breasts, letting her firm, dark nipples slide across my face. When she began to respond, I grabbed both of her wrists firmly.

“I am going to do something now, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Rising up a bit she looked curiously at me and asked, “And what do you have planned?”

“Shhh, just let me do this.”

She shrugged and nodded, “Okay, but if I tell you to stop, you better stop.”

“Look, if you want me to stop, really want me to stop simply say thorn.”

“Thorn?”

“Yes, if you say anything else, I will simply keep going.”

“Why not just let me stay stop?”

“What if you say stop, but really want me to go on?”

“Just what do you have planned?”

“You’ll see, just remember, say ‘thorn’ but only if you absolutely adana escort want me to stop.”

“Okay,” she said, “I’m all yours.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” I replied, taking her right hand and wrapping the scarf around her wrist.

“Oh my, you’ve wanted to tie me up?”

“Shh… no talking now, just feel,” I said finishing the knot on her wrist. I let my fingers slowly run down her arm, over her shoulder and onto her breast, before continuing down her stomach, thighs and down to her ankles. Carefully tying her right ankle, I got up and moved to the other corner of the bed, gently taking her ankle and spreading her legs.

Her head had lifted up as she watched me, her face was wrought with an intensity I had not seen in her before. I could tell that, in spite of the casual conversation earlier, she was incredibly turned on. Wanting to get started on her, I quickly finished the knot on her ankle and then ran my hand up her leg, over her breast and finally to her left hand. Reaching the arm out to the corner of the bed, I finished tying her up, before grabbing one final scarf from her drawer.

I climbed back onto the bed and moved the scarf over her eyes.

“No, no, I want to watch.”

“Shh… I said no talking now, just feel.”

“But…”

“No, no talking, no watching, just feel,” I whispered in her ear as I gently tied the scarf over her eyes. Finished with the preparations, I climbed off the bed and stood back, just looking at the woman I had touched in so many ways over the years, the woman I wanted to touch in a brand-new way now.

I moved closer to her, and leaning over her, braced my hand on the bed, so I could lower my mouth to her breasts with her feeling nothing but my breath upon her. I let my lips hover over her, my tongue flicking over the nipples with the faintest touch possible. Moving from one nipple to the other, I then just breathed on her, letting my warm breath flow over her nipples and breasts, lifting my head each time she rose up to me.

After teasing her breasts, I let myself slowly descend, again using my hand lightly on the bed to maintain my balance, I touched her only with my breath as I hovered just millimeters above her trembling flesh. Passing down her stomach, I looked at her breasts and watched as they heaved deeply with each breath. Her breath was fast and ragged ankara escort so I knew she was turned on.

I let my nose tickle through the curly patch of hair above her pussy and then took a deep breath, to drink her scent. Again, I touched her only with my breath, letting it spill over her throbbing clit and then run down her slit to her glistening pussy. Careful to keep just above her, I had to move quickly as she raised her ass up off the bed, lifting her hips, trying to push herself against me.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Shhh… or I’ll stop,” I whispered, immediately hearing her gasp in frustration.

My breath then rolled down her thighs, over her knees and down to her ankles, where I let my tongue lightly touch her again. Now I let my tongue roll up her leg, curling up her calf, over her knee and along the inside of her thigh. Letting my head brush only lightly against the swollen lips of her pussy, I ran my tongue over the curve of her hip and then up to her breasts.

This time I took them into my mouth, sucking and licking them greedily, letting only my lips and tongue touch her. I moved from nipple to nipple as she writhed under me, trying to move herself against my hand. Letting my tongue circle her nipple I continued in an ever-increasing circle, moving outward on her breast and then down onto her stomach. Letting my tongue slide over her, I moved down into her pubic hair, but just when it seemed I’d dive onto her clit, I circled upward, back up towards her breasts.

She continued moving, arching her back, thrusting her hips in the air, silently pleading for my touch. Then I began my slow descent again, this time running my tongue over her hips and thighs, finally moving to where I again hovered just above her wet opening. Letting my breath roll over her, I finally pushed my tongue to her, trying to slowly push it into her, except, just as I touched her, she lifted her hips, opening her pussy to my tongue. I let it plunge deep into her hole savoring the tart taste for a moment. Withdrawing I moved up to her clit, where I pinched it between my upper lip and tongue.

I felt her lift her hips as she came, groaning loudly, her breathing fast and shallow. I kept my mouth and tongue on her clit as she writhed in her climax, but instead of stopping as I normally would do. I continued my motion as she pulled adıyaman escort back a bit, but then began to respond again and soon was writhing once again in orgasm.

She had come twice and I had only touched her with my tongue and lips. Moving my tongue back inside of her, I began teasing, letting my tongue enter her just slightly and then withdrawing it, pulling away as she lifted to me. I continued as she moved and groaned more urgently, her hips thrusting rhythmically into the air, her legs and arms flexing.

“Fuck me please,” she screamed, “please fuck me now.”

I moved quickly now, kneeling between her legs, but supporting myself on my hands, so when I eased into her, she would feel nothing but my hard cock. She was already very wet so my erection slid easily into her as I pressed it deep inside her and then slowly withdrew. Instead of thrusting again, I let myself slip out and I looked down at her beautiful opening. The lips curled back, sparkling in her juices, exposing her gaping hole, wet and so ready for me. Staring in amazement I took in incredible sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy…

“Oh god, fuck me, please,” she moaned, nearly in tears.

Climbing back over her, I entered her again, this time fucking her with a fury, driving myself to the hilt, letting my balls slap against her. I felt her come once again, the pulsations I had felt from her so many times before, seemed so much more intense. Feeling her incredible surge roll over me, I couldn’t hold off any more and I came, my cock twitching and throbbing as I spurted inside her again and again. Only after coming did I let myself fall upon her.

She tried to move her arms and legs to close around me, but the scarves prevented it. I reached up and pulled the scarf off her eyes and then, untied her hands and feet. I then leaned back on her, feeling her grab my still partially hard cock and pull it back to her pussy, trying to slide it back inside her. Leaning with her, it slipped in just a bit as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I rested my head on her shoulder as I felt her body shake as she sobbed.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Yes, yes, just be quiet now,” she said.

She continued crying for some time, finally calming herself after about ten minutes. When she stopped, I rose up and looked down on her face and whispered, “I love you so very much.”

“I love you too,” she replied, beginning to cry again.

I rolled over beside her and snuggled up against her, feeling her body quake as she cried. Soothing her, I ran my hand along her side, fascinated at the sexy curve of her hip. A curve that still thrilled me after all these years.

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I want you to come in.

Sit down.

And let me serve you dinner.

Wearing nothing but a bra, pants and an apron.

The kids are away, so we are alone.

The music plays softly in the back ground as I slowly remove your tie and loosen your shirt.

A brief kiss and I tell you to sit down for dinner.

You watch as I bend down, while taking dinner from the oven. You see that I’m wearing crotch less knickers, I turn and smile.

I had planned it that way.

I place your food in front of you, whilst swaying to the music. I turn and I place my dinner down, opposite yours.

Before seating myself, I stand with my back to you and ask you to untie my apron.

You do it with almost trembling hands.

Turning round to face you, I lift it over my head exposing my bra, only this bra is nipple less, so you’re faced with my pert nipples.

I don’t allow you to touch and insist you do not mention what I am wearing, only the events of the day as you usually would.

You seem to struggle to talk and eat today for some reason, telling me your appetite for food is minimal.

After a small amount of the dinner, I move around the table and stand behind you, leaning over you from behind.

I take kütahya escort off your shirt in what seems like slow motion. Running my hands through your hair and down your back. Kissing from your neck across your shoulders and down your back.

I turn you around to face me, and place your hands beneath your legs.

You still are not to touch.

Next I kiss all the way down the front of you, undoing your trousers and placing my hand on your cock. It feels twice its usual erect size. It feels so nice to know how turned on you are.

Stroking your balls now, while watching the look on your face, you think you know what’s coming next and don’t want this over with too quickly.

I remove your trousers and pants, sit across your lap and my wet pussy touches your cock.

Again I kiss your neck while moving my hips back and forth. Just barely touching you, but touching just enough to keep the anticipation building.

I move to your mouth and we kiss, with such passion, our lips entwine, like we were built for each other, a perfect fit.

Kneeling down before you, I take your cock in my mouth whilst caressing your balls. I use my tongue to tease your bell end, you try to give me more, but manisa escort each time you do I back away.

The only way you will get more is to wait; I’m the one in control tonight.

I take your cock into my warm wet mouth, feeling every last centimetre till your itching for more.

With one hand wanking the base, I suck you. Moving my tongue around stroking along. Up and down, and across your bell end.

I see from your movement and the gentle moans that I’m doing it right, stopping just short of you filling my mouth with cum.

I stand up before you, and slowly start removing my bra.

Left strap.

Right strap.

Unclasping it at the back.

Before taking it off completely. I caress my breasts. Turning my back on you.

I ask you to undo it for me, you are more than willing to do that for me.

With bra removed I again stand facing you. Pulling my pants slightly down. Teasing you, then lifting them back up.

I move and sit on the table.

You turn to face me, I place one foot on the table, the other on your shoulder.

I move my hand between my legs pulling open my pants for you to see my pussy.

I move across my clit in circular motions, starting slow and mardin escort speeding up, as I get hotter and hotter.

I see you start touching yourself and have to make you stop.

Tonight the only pleasure you receive will come direct from me.

You gladly abide, understanding my rules.

I’m back on my clit now and quickly begin to cum, so I slip a finger inside, fucking myself for you now until I orgasm. I’m hot, wet and horny as fuck.

I move towards you, place your hands on my arse then sit on your cock. Letting it slip straight in.

I instantly start to orgasm as I feel your solid, erect cock, penetrating me. But your not to cum yet. I’m not done with you yet.

I bounce up and down on you, my orgasm intensifies each time, I know your about to cum.

Just before you do, I stand up, remove my pants and take your cock in my mouth. Tasting you and me. I suck you off to almost perfection, before sitting on you again but this time with my back to you.

Your hands on my arse pushing and pulling at me while I move up and down. There is no stopping this time, we cant wait anymore, each second getting closer to climax, our pace starts to quicken now.

I start to climax, moans turn to screams of sheer delight, as I hear you orgasm too.

After the most intensive orgasm we have ever both shared, I lay back upon you.

Once our hearts slow, and breathing returns to normal, I turn towards you.

We kiss.

Not really knowing what to say all I can think of is “Was Dinner ok?”

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It was a weekday afternoon and Kenneth was working in the office when the door-bell rang. Jennifer, his wife, hurried out of the kitchen, brushing her fingers through her hair, to open the front door. It was a new job for Kenneth and a new home for both husband and wife in the dormitory town of New Chaldon. They were still making new friends and acquaintances, and for Jennifer, even now, each new knock on the door brought a new surprise. Who could it be? More neighbours introducing themselves? Another local tradesman advertising his services to the newcomers in Kinship Close? Jennifer nervously brushed the traces of flour off her plastic apron and pulled open the door, perhaps a little too hasty in her eagerness, to see who was there to distract her from the tedium of her domestic chores.

“Why! Hello, dear!” said the woman at the door smiling amiably. “Is your husband home?”

“My husband?” wondered Jennifer, scrutinising her caller from top to toe. “No. He’s at work. Why? What do you want?”

Jennifer wasn’t sure she’d managed to disguise the hint of hostility in her voice. Who was this slut asking for her husband? And slut, she was sure, was exactly what this woman was, with her huge bosom heaving out of her tightly strapped top, almost all of her chest on display. And those clothes! No decent woman would wear such a tight short shirt, such tall tottering stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and suspenders. Nor would they sling their handbag over their shoulder in such an aggressive fashion.

The woman smiled, her red-rouged lips cracking the thick layer of make-up on her face, the eyes startlingly painted, the eyebrows plucked to the width of a pencil-line and her hair wild and bushy and pinned in place.

“Well, it’s really your husband I’d like to see, dear, if you don’t mind,” the woman continued. “I’m sure you won’t mind me saying that the services I offer are far more likely to be of interest to him than to you. Though I can assure you that the services I provide are truly of the highest quality. And I offer discounts to my regular customers. Anyway, here’s my card. He can call me any time. I’ve got voicemail.”

With that, the strange woman handed Jennifer a printed business card, smiled again, and then spun round on her teetering heels and strode off. Jennifer studied her buttocks shifting up and down in an awkwardly provocative manner as she marched along the sidewalk, past the low hedges that kept dogs off the front lawns and in front of the fire hydrant just two houses down.

Jennifer frowned and then turned the card around in her hand. “Cherry Bangle. Clean and Cheerful. What Every Man Needs to Spice Up His Life. Will Visit at Times to Suit.” And at the bottom was an e-mail address and mobile phone number. At first, Jennifer was inclined to crumple the card into a ball and throw it in the waste bin, but she decided against it, and placed it instead on the long shelf that lined the hallway, just between two tiny statuettes of jolly-looking hedgehogs dressed like country yeomen.

“You’ll never believe who called today!” Jennifer announced to her husband when Kenneth was seated at the dining table with his supper in front of him: steak casserole, boiled potatoes, carrots and peas, with a side salad.

At first Jennifer wasn’t sure he did believe her as she recounted the story of the strange visitor, in her outrageous outfit, displaying no shame at all, the hussy, a prostitute selling her wares as if they were nothing more than vacuum cleaner attachments or Tupperware dishes.

“Door-to-door prostitution?” Kenneth mused. “I’d heard something about that at work. And you say she left a card?”

“Yes, she did!”

“And did you throw it away?”

“Well, nearly. I should have done that, I know, but I was so surprised by the cheek of it, I kept it in the hall.”

“Well, let’s see it, love!”

Jennifer smiled. “Of course, dear,” she said, thinking this was a rum kind of joke for a married couple to share.

She wiped the corners of her mouth with a serviette, lifted herself up out of her seat, the hem of her skirt falling down below her knees, and strode into the hallway, returning with the card.

“Cherry Bangle?” Kenneth remarked. “Typical whore name. Like Kitty Sprinkle or Goldie Delight or Ember Diamond. So, what did this prostitute look like? Did she have large breasts and long legs?”

“Yes, she did,” Jennifer replied, recalling her husband’s taste in a woman’s figure that she had no chance of rising to. Her own breasts, while not very small, were nonetheless smaller than average. Her legs were decidedly very average indeed, with thick ankles that definitely broke up the curve that traced from the top of her thigh to her toes.

Kenneth carefully placed the business card in the top pocket of his shirt.

“You aren’t keeping the card, are you?” asked Jennifer in alarm.

Kenneth smiled. “I don’t see why not. This Cherry Bangle sounds like a delightful woman kahramanmaraş escort from what you say.”

“But she’s nothing but a cheap tart.”

“Well, I doubt whether she’ll be especially cheap, Jenny, but I’m sure she’ll be worth checking out. Especially if, as it says on the card, she’ll spice up my life.”

“She was really the commonest kind of slut you’ve ever seen!”

“I’m sure that’s not true, love. There are some pretty common kinds of sluts plying their trade in New Chaldon, I can tell you. And anyway, if she does visit, it’ll save me the trouble of going to the brothel on the other side of town.” Kenneth smiled again. “Oh, Jenny! Don’t look so down in the mouth! At least, you’d know who it was that I was having sex with.”

Jennifer nodded, and then cleared away the plates to wash in the kitchen. This was a part of married life they’d never told her about when she was a young lady waiting for a date and Kenneth became the man in her life. Of course she knew now, as did every one of her married woman friends, that all men were like that. It was just something you had to accept. Especially if a wife wanted to maintain a happy family. At first, it had come as a shock to Jennifer when she discovered that Kenneth regularly slept with prostitutes whenever he was away on business trips. The other wives assured her this was natural for men. They were always like that. It was just what men were like. She had no choice: like it or lump it.

Up till now, there had always been some pretence of a distance between her husband’s whoring, often accompanied by his work colleagues, and his domestic life, where he was a keen gardener and an enthusiastic DIY-er. But Jennifer had been told that just as one’s own sex-life with one’s husband became less and less regular, having become as rare an event as those bouquets he occasionally snatched from the florists by the bus station and brought back for her, so too would his liaisons with prostitutes become more frequent.

Jennifer stood by the kitchen sink, her plastic gloves protecting her fingers from the sting of the detergent, washing the dishes clean of the traces of food she’d so lovingly and dutifully prepared. It was so unfair! If she’d ever chosen to have sex with anyone other than her husband, she would instantly be shunned by her neighbours and friends, and might even face the collapse of the marriage she’d worked so hard toward making a success.

The next time she saw Cherry Bangle it was at an appointed time. Jennifer was rather disappointed to find that the girl was punctual, almost to the second. She stood by the window, watching the whore stub out with the toe of her pointed stiletto shoes the cigarette she’d been smoking before she strode up the drive.

Jennifer opened the door.

“Why hello, Mrs Jackson,” the prostitute said cheerfully. “Is your husband ready?”

Jennifer nodded her head. She was too embarrassed to say anything.

“So where is the lucky man, love?”

Jennifer found her voice. “Our bedroom. Up the stairs. Top of the landing. First door on the right.”

“Right! Great! Thanks, Mrs Jackson,” Cherry said, passing Jennifer by in the hallway and ascending the carpeted stairs on her tottering heels, leaving coin-shaped indentations where her heels had trod. Jennifer watched the woman turn at the landing and then push open the bedroom door.

“Hello, Ken, sweetheart!” Cherry said, in far too cheery a voice for Jennifer’s sensitivity. “So, what’s it going to be?”

And then the door closed behind her, and Jennifer didn’t hear whatever it was that her husband had answered. But as much as she wanted to blot out of her mind any awareness that her husband was currently enjoying carnal relations with a prostitute, as she sat in the living room, watching a Saturday afternoon soap opera, she could still hear the unmistakeable cries of a woman in apparent sexual ecstasy. And weren’t those also the grunting, snorting sounds of her husband following a very similar rhythm? And the bed-rest was definitely thumping against the wall in a correspondingly regular fashion.

Eventually, Jennifer’s hour of purgatory and Cherry’s agreed duration of service were over, and she heard the prostitute descend the staircase after making her (far too amorous) goodbyes. The door closed behind her and Jennifer drew in a deep breath. At least that was over!

It was half an hour or more later when Kenneth finally made his way down to the living room. He was dressed only in his vest and white boxer shorts, his feet bare and his legs hairy. He slumped in his sofa and, without checking whatever it might be that Jennifer had been watching on television, picked up the remote and switched it over to a sports channel where a game of baseball was in full swing.

“Damn! She was good!” he exclaimed, with a broad unapologetic smile.

“Was she, dear?” asked Jennifer anxiously, rather hoping he might yet express kastamonu escort a quite different opinion.

“She was damned good! You don’t find girls as good as her at Miss Pussy’s very often. If ever at all! In fact, I think even the girls at the Metropolitan aren’t up to her standards!”

“Did you enjoy yourself, dear?”

“Yes, I did. And I’ll make damned sure I see her again. I can see that Cherry Bangle will be a frequent guest to the Jackson household.”

“Will she, dear?” asked Jennifer, who’d been rather dreading that resolve. But as she was able to observe, it had been a long time, if there had ever been a time at all, since Kenneth had expressed nearly as much enthusiasm for his lovemaking with his wife as he was now expressing for his whore.

And so it was that Cherry Bangle became a regular visitor to the household maintained by Jennifer’s labours with the duster and vacuum cleaner, and paid for by the issue of her husband’s labours in the office. In fact, it was every Saturday at two in the afternoon and every Wednesday at eight in the evening. These were appointments that Jennifer rather dreaded and her husband so obviously looked forward to.

Cherry would arrive, her cigarette stubbed out before opening the low front garden gate, and smile amiably at Jennifer who opened the door, before ascending the staircase to accompany Kenneth who’d be waiting impatiently for her in the bedroom. And then the two of them would have sex, noisily, undisguisedly, and sometimes for rather more than the scheduled one hour. And when Cherry finished, she’d be down the stairs, perhaps smoothing her tight skirt or adjusting the bosom just about held in place by her skimpy top, and out of the door, perhaps to see another client.

Jennifer wasn’t at all sure she ever wanted any words to pass between her and this slutty whore. Those words she did say were as polite and restrained as she could let them be, but Cherry was far more affable.

“Nice weather, isn’t it?” she’d say. “Are you going to do some gardening? Those geraniums you’ve got are fantastic!” Or she might comment on how well Jennifer had her hair cut: “You must give me the name of your hairdresser!” Or compliment her on her dress sense: “That’s an Agnes B, isn’t it? Or is it Christian Dior? What really? Neither of them! I wouldn’t believe it possible!” Or she might remark on the care Jennifer had taken on the house: “Goodness! This place is spotless. And you do it all yourself!”

And then Cherry would continue on her way, either up the stairs to commence fucking her husband or down the garden path to where she would light her cigarette, occasionally turning her head to wave goodbye to the window of the bedroom above, where no doubt Kenneth was also watching the slut leave.

Despite the fact that Cherry’s very presence was a very real affront to her, Jennifer actually found herself rather liking the girl’s compliments and the way she smiled at her in such a friendly manner. Her friends, whom she might meet while shopping in town or at whose homes she might visit for an hour or so in the afternoon while their husbands were at work, were usually so tired and complaining, often taking the opportunity of their encounters merely to unload onto Jennifer a litany of the trials their children had at school or to boast about their husbands’ achievements in the world of salaried professional employment. Never once would they broach the subject of the whores their husbands regularly entertained and who, for all Jennifer knew, could include Cherry Bangle. Conversation would tenderly step around the one taboo subject that caused her friends to pity her so much.

“Where are your children?” one neighbour asked once when they’d hardly got to know each other at all, sitting in the living room surrounded by plastic toys and two crawling toddlers. “Are they at school? Or do you send them to a play group?”

Jennifer lowered her head, the shame of her barrenness humiliating her. “I don’t have any children,” she confessed in a low voice.

“No children!” her neighbour exclaimed, studying Jennifer carefully. “Oh well! You don’t want to know what a trouble they can be! Why! Jimmy here… The problem we had getting him a place at the nursery!”

But however amiable Cherry might be, Jennifer wasn’t at all sure she liked to be reminded in such a regular and blunt way the extent to which Kenneth felt it was necessary to go elsewhere for the pleasures that properly a wife should provide for her husband.

“I don’t like your whore visiting you here!” she bravely asserted to Kenneth one evening over supper. There! She’d said it!

Kenneth raised his head from his meal, a boiled potato pronged by his fork. “So, you’d rather I visited her? That costs more, you know. Why don’t you want her to come here?”

“It’s not decent! It’s not right! It’s not how it ought to be!”

“It’s how it is with a lot of the guys at work, Jenny kayseri escort dear. In fact, Patrick has two or three different girls see him a week. And his wife doesn’t complain.”

“I don’t care. This is our home. Our matrimonial home. I don’t clean, dust and tidy it just for you to make love to a shameless slut. It’s not decent!”

“Jenny. We don’t have children. It’s not as if we’re trying to protect them, is it? Perhaps if you’d been able to bear children, it’d be different. But there’s only the two of us. And it is a man’s prerogative to have sex when he needs it. Just as it is a wife’s duty to honour and obey her husband.”

Jennifer lowered her head. She knew she was defeated.

“And anyway, Jenny, making love is thirsty work. I’ve been meaning to ask. Could you bring in a tray of wine and some biscuits about half-way through? Say about half two if it’s a Saturday. Just leave the tray. It’s the least we can do for our guest.”

Jennifer gasped.

“You want me to come into the bedroom while you’re… you’re… having sex with another woman and leave you something to drink?”

“Just a couple of glasses, love. White will be fine. We’ve got some Chardonnay. That’s what Don at work insists from his wife. Only, being the boor he is, he’d rather have beer than wine. Though a Bud or a Miller Lite mightn’t be a bad idea on a hot day!”

Jennifer was resigned to her duty. And so it was that the coming Saturday, she drew a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs, the clock having passed the half past two mark, and ascended each step very carefully and cautiously, carrying a tray, one of their wedding presents, on which she placed two glasses of Dry White wine and a selection of twiglets in a bowl.

Each step was an agony, each step just one more towards the scaffold, while the sounds coming from the bedroom got ever louder and ever more distinct. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she could hear her husband grunt. “Urrgghh! Ahhhh!” came the corresponding cries from Cherry Bangle.

Jennifer pushed open the door, mechanically strode across the bedroom and placed the tray on the dressing table on the other side of the room from where her, their, marital bed was occupied by her husband and his whore, and then, with the same mechanical efficiency, strode back out of the room.

Once she’d pushed close the door to her bedroom, she was able to experience again in her memory what she had seen and had tried to blank out of her mind while placing the tray so carefully beside her porcelain ornaments on the dresser, and just by the chair where Cherry Bangle had tidily laid out all her clothes with the exception, Jennifer couldn’t help noticing, of her fishnet stockings and suspenders.

And on the bed itself, where almost all the sexual passion of her life had been enacted in steadily decreasing regularity over the years, that was where Kenneth, her husband, was thrusting his naked buttocks, his testicles flopping with the same rhythm as his coital thrusts, into the space between two parted legs. But as Jennifer noticed with horror, the orifice into which her husband’s penis was penetrating and about which he never ceased to grunt “Fuck!” as he did so, was not the orifice whose counterpart was the only one of Jennifer’s to have experienced Kenneth’s thrusting member, but the anus, an orifice in Cherry Bangle that seemed much larger and much more capacious than Jennifer could imagine an anus ever being.

Jennifer hurried down to the living room, sat down on the sofa and stared at the Constable reproduction on the wall above the fireplace. And, at last, when the horror of her thoughts became too insistent, she burst into tears, sinking her head into her outspread fingers and feeling the warm salty drops seep through, wetting the gold of her wedding ring as they did so, and dripping onto her chin and kitchen apron.

This was how it was to be from now on. Jennifer would meet Cherry at the front door, still amiable and cheerful, either asking questions about domestic matters or complimenting Jennifer on her dress sense. Then after a half hour or so, Jennifer would bring a tray loaded with wine and nibbles into her bedroom, all the while aware that next to her there was the sight of her husband being fellated by the woman who’d been so genial to her earlier. Or of Kenneth fucking her hard and hard again in the arse or in the vagina. Or even of him fucking his whore in the mouth with the same violence he fucked her lower orifices. And from the two of them, but especially from her husband, she would hear the most profane and obscene language. And then later, cordially and even cheerfully, Cherry would say goodbye to her on the doorstep, sometimes hovering just that little bit longer so she might take down the particulars of a shop where she could avail herself of something about Jennifer’s home or person that she had taken a liking to.

And then, one day, Cherry arrived on a Wednesday evening when Kenneth was away at a conference, but one hastily convened and for which it had all been rush rush rush the day before in packing his suits and ties into his cases.

“Hello, Jenny sweetheart. Gosh! Those shoes of yours are lovely. Quite the thing! They’re not Gucci are they?”

“Er… no, they’re not!” admitted Jennifer, flattered despite herself.

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Stories from this exceptional time in history will be told for years to come. Parents trapped at home, attempting to do their jobs via the internet while also overseeing their children struggle with makeshift lessons from school, businesses closing, gas prices dropping, so many stories to be shared.

One such story, one which will most likely not be shared with the wider public, took place in our household today. It began when my wife completed a tele conference with her supervisor at school and then suggested that it might be a good time for sex.

This is not the kind of proposal which typically demands careful consideration, at least not from those of us who happen to be male. I quickly agreed that it would be a great idea and headed for the bedroom. My wife soon followed, and I watched as she disrobed and crawled under the covers. I reached out to draw her naked body against mine. It is not often that we have the opportunity to enjoy intimate time in the early afternoon.

She smiled and then slid down between my legs. I felt her breasts fall on either side of my cock and caress my balls, and then I watched as she readjusted her body, bringing her lips close to the head of my cock, and then her kuşadası escort head turned, and she glanced out the french door in our room.

“There is a turkey right outside the door!” she explained, “I have to go look.”

And, with that, she jumped out of bed, slid on her slippers, wrapped a small blanket around her body, and rushed to the door. I barely had time to react before she described multiple turkeys in the yard. She counted them. She talked to them. She grabbed her phone and took pictures of them. My cock which had been completely firm, was now utterly flaccid. I could not quite fathom what was taking place!

The turkeys were in no particular hurry, and neither was my wife. In fact, I nearly drifted off to sleep by the time she made her way back to bed. We started over. Once again, her breasts were caressing the inside of my thighs, my cock and balls nestled between them and then her warm mouth enveloped the tip of my cock. We were back in the groove.

Sometimes, the look in her eye, the desire to stroke my cock, to fondle my balls and to put my cock in her mouth is just as much a turn on as the actual sensation of oral sex.

A friend of mine kocaeli escort once told me that it would drive him nuts when his wife would want to talk during sex

I told him that I was quite the opposite and that I love it when my wife talks during sex. I love it when she asks me to tell her a fantasy while I lay next to her and gently finger her pussy.

And that is just what happened next. She crawled up from between my legs and laid next to me and then spread her legs wide open and reached down to spread her lips with her fingers and asked if I happened to have a fresh fantasy in mind.

I put a drop of lube on my finger and reached down to dab it on her clit and began telling her a fantasy about taking the canoe out on a warm summer’s evening and paddling down to the end of the lake where there is a secluded beach and then spreading a towel and watching the sun begin to set before reaching over to unbutton her top.

I described our love making as I continued to circle her clit with my finger. In the early days of our relationship, this would bring her to a nice fulfilling orgasm, but, I am pleased to report that she has learned a lot since that point. Now she tells konya escort me just where to touch and just how much pressure, and sometimes, even reaches out and places her hand on mine to help direct the sensation. The payoff is that now she enjoys much more intense, much longer, rolling orgasms. Her body bucks with pleasure. She moans with desire. She cups her breast and caresses it. I find the experience to be highly erotic. I love helping my wife achieve an orgasm, to watch as her body responds to my touch.

After she caught her breath, she asked me to fuck her from behind. It is a request that she often makes as it is her favorite position. These days intercourse is particularly special because we have only recently begun to enjoy it again after a two year period where my wife found it painful. The introduction of hormone therapy, along with the right lube has made all the difference, and it is a delight to once again be able to slide my cock deep inside her pussy. I love the feel of her ass against my groin and the sensation of reaching out to grasp her hips, pulling her tight against me, but I do miss the ability to see the look on her face as i am about to explode inside her.

As she got on her hands and knees and leaned down, I got on my knees and scooted between her legs. She reached between her legs to guide my cock into her pussy, and I happened to glance out the window at the head of the bed. She asked me what i was thinking.

As I slid inside I said, “The turkeys are back!”

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Flo war nun schon einige Wochen in Besitz seiner beiden Herren Alpha und Beta. Es wäre gelogen zu sagen, dass sein Übergang in dieses Leben ohne Widerstand geschah. Gegen aussen vielleicht kaum widerstand, aber gegen innen…Immer mal wieder, wenn Flo Zeit für sich hatte, was meist vor dem Einschlafen war, dachte er darüber nah, wie alles geschehen war und ob er noch bei klarem Verstand war. Doch wenn er ehrlich war, die Herren haben nie ihr Wort gebrochen. Sie waren hart, aber führsorglich, Er hatte genug zu essen, musste keine Miete zahlen. Er hatte eine ordentliche Menge Sex, auch wenn er zugeben musste, mit Frauen stellte er es sich immer noch besser vor. Doch diese Gelüste und Vorstellungen wurden mit jedem Training weniger wichtig. Flo gewann immer mehr Freude und Befriedigung daraus, wenn seine Herren zufrieden waren, oder sie im sagten, wie stolz sie auf ihn seien. Aber egal wohin ihn seine Gedanken trieben, Flo kam vor dem Einschlafen immer zum Schluss, dass er sich damals richtig entschieden hatte.

Heute war ein wichtiger Tag. Die beiden Herren hatten Flo schon vor einer Woche informiert. Sie hatten diverse Besitzer zu einer Party eingeladen. Vielleicht brächte der eine oder anderen sogar ein Besitz mit. Flo war jedenfalls schon den ganzen Tag mit Vorbereitungen beschäftigt. Hier und da musste er dekorieren oder Häppchen bereitstellen. Alles nur mit seinem Halsband bekleidet. Denn seit 2 Wochen darf er auch ausserhalb der Trainings ohne Keuschheitsgürtel seinen Pflichten nachkommen.

Mit einem letzten Blick auf die Auswahl schloss er seine Vorbereitungen ab. Alpha und Beta hatten sich in ihr Schlafzimmer zurückgezogen, um für den Abend bereit zu sein. Sie hatten Flo die Ermächtigung gegeben die Gäste zu begrüssen, sollten diese verfrüht eintreffen. Eine Klingel deutete genau dies an.

Schlagartig wurde Flo nervös. Seit dem Tag der Entscheidung haben nur seine beiden Herren nackt gesehen und nun soll er wildfremden Leuten so die Türe öffnen?! Er zögerte kurz und erst der Gedanke an das Lob seiner beiden Herren, gab ihm den nötigen Mut und so ging er zur Tür. Mit klopfendem Herzen öffnete Flo die Tür. Draussen standen 5 Figuren. Im Dunkeln des Abends konnte Flo knapp erkennen das jemand der Gruppe eine Frau war und das einer der anderen an einer Leine geführt wurde. Flo öffnete die Türe komplett und deutete an, dass sie eintreten sollen. «Guten Abend, darf ich bitte die Mäntel abnehmen. Gleich den Gang runter links, finden Sie Getränke. Meine Herren werden uns bald Gesellschaft leisten.» Mit dieser von den Herren genehmigten Konversation begrüsste er die Gruppe.

4 der Mäntel waren schnell verstaut. Der letzte gehörte einem jungen Typen, etwa in Flos Alter. Unter dem Mantel trug der Typ nichts anderes als einen Keuschheitsgürtel. Dies musste also das andere Objekt sein. Im besseren Licht erkannte Flo eines der anderen Gesichter. Es gehörte dem etwas festeren Typ. Er war eine der Entscheidungsmöglichkeiten. Doch Flo entschied sich gegen ihn. Sofort spürte Flo die Hand des Typen auf seinem Hintern. «Na du Sau, heute kriege ich wohl eine Entschädigung.» Flüsterte der Typ in Flos Ohr, bevor er den anderen folgte. Flo machte den Abschluss.

Flo verteilte die ersten Getränke, während die Besitzer, in Gespräche vertieft waren und ihm kaum Beachtung schenkten. Das andere Objekt wartete auf allen vieren in einer der Ecken. Gerade als jeder ein Getränk hatten traten Flos Herren in den Raum. Zuerst Beta und dann folgte Alpha. Flo brachte auch ihnen ihre Gläser. Ohne zu tokat escort danken, wiesen sie Flo an neben dem anderen Objekt Platz zunehmen.

Das Warten war anstrengend und Flo versuchte von Zeit zu Zeit den Gesprächen der Besitzer zu folgen. Sie sprachen über Mieten, Prüfungen, Bestrafungen und Termine. Es war viel und Flo kriegte alles nur halb mit. Etwas fiel Flo jedoch auf. Die anderen Besitzer schienen hauptsächlich mit Alpha zu sprechen und weniger mit Beta. Wenn Flo drüber nachdachte, Alpha war immer zu Hause und übernahm auch den Hauptteil seiner Ausbildung. Beta hingegen ging jeden Tag arbeiten. War Beta auch ein Besitz? Oder gibt es eine Abstufung unter den Besitzern? Doch bevor Flo sich zu viele Gedanken machen konnten, kam Bewegung in die Sache.

Die Besitzer liefen zum Sofa rüber und winkten die beiden Objekte zu sich. Schnell war für die beiden Jünglingen klar was zu tun war. Flo öffnete den Reisverschluss des ersten Besitzers und ein halbharter rasierter Schwanz kam zum Vorschein. Kurz blickte Flo zu Alpha rüber, als wollte er eine Bestätigung erhalten. Dieser war jedoch in ein Gespräch vertieft. Der Besitzer vor Flo verlor die Geduld und packte dessen Kopf. Schon verschwand der Prügel in Flos Maul. Der Besitzer stöhnte zufrieden und fuhr fort dem Gespräch zu folgen. Flo begann sich wie gelernt um die Latte zu kümmern. Er spielte mit der Zunge um die Eichel und bewegte dazu seinen Kopf hoch und runter. Es war erniedrigend, aber auch geil so benutzt zu werden. Es schien den Besitzer kaum zu interessieren. Dem anderen Jüngling ging es nicht besser, dieser musste sich jedoch auf einen Schwanz setzten und diesen reiten, während er die einzige Frau in der Runde lecken musste…oder besser gesagt durfte. In Flos Kopf änderte sich das Wort «müssen» immer mehr in ein «dürfen».

Flo hatte einen guten Rhythmus gefunden fürs Blasen und der Besitzer quittierte dies in dem er seine Hand von Flos Kopf hob und ihn machen liess. Es dauerte nicht lange da fühlte Flo eine Hand an seinem Hintern und die Stimme des alten Besitzers drang in sein Ohr: «Wollen doch mal sehen, wie eingefickt dieses Loch schon ist.» Bevor Flo irgendwie sich wehren konnte, stiess der Alte schon bis zum Anschlag in ihn. Höhnisch wendet sich der Alte an Alpha und Beta: «Habt das Ding schon etwas ausgefickt was? Zum Glück ist es ein junges Loch und die Spannung ist noch da. Schade hat sich das Objekt nicht für mich entschieden. Ich hätte bestimmt meinen Spass gehabt.» Mit einem ekligen Lachen fickt er Munter weiter. Die anderen Besitzer rollten fast schon genervt die Augen und ignorierten den Kommentar. Durch die Stösse von hinten wurde Flos blasen unregelmässig und schon bald deutete der Besitzer vor Flo an, dass er genug hatte. Nun hatte der Alte Flo für sich und das genoss dieser auch. Er griff nach Flos Halsband und kommentierte sein Geficke mit Stöhnen und dem einen oder anderen «Yee-haw».

Da stand Alpha auf: «Ich denke, wir sollten das Essen nicht mehr zu lange warten lassen. Mein Vorschlag, wir wechseln ins Esszimmer. Für die Objekte gibt es eine liege. Was denkt ihr, sollen sie sich gegenseitig verwöhnen zu unserer Unterhaltung?» Alle nickte und die Besitzerin fügte an: «Aber kein Orgasmus. Meiner Erfahrung nach gibt sich ein Objekt so mehr Mühe.» Wieder stimmten die anderen zu und die ganze Gesellschaft wechselte den Raum.

Während die Besitzer mit dem Essen begannen, schauten sich Flo und sein Gegenüber etwas beschämt an. Keiner wusste wie starten, bis Flo yozgat escort den Mut fand und dem anderen sanft über den Oberkörper streichelte. Dieser zuckte zusammen und ein leises Stöhnen entfuhr ihm. Flo rückte näher und lehnte vor für einen Kuss. Dieser verfehlte weder beim anderen noch bei Flo die Wirkung. Sie wurden geil. Doch während Flo seinen sich füllenden Ständer geniessen konnte, verursachte der Kuss beim anderen Schmerzen. Der Keuschheitsgürtel verhinderte eine volle Entfaltung. Flo wurde nun etwas fordernd. Mit einer Hand führte er den anderen zu seinem Schwanz und blickte fast schon gierig auf ihn runter. Nicht weil er hoffte, abspritzen zu können, sondern weil er wusste, das dies seinen Herren gefallen wird. Zögerlich begann der andere sich mündlich um Flos Schwanz zu kümmern.

Die beiden vergassen beinahe, dass noch andere im Raum waren. Erst als die Besitzerin ihre Stimmer erhob kam es wieder in ihr Bewusstsein. «…Sie können aber auch enttäuschend sein. Mein Objekt zum Beispiel. Gut trainiert und eingebrochen. Prüfung bestanden. Und nach knapp einem Jahr ohne Keuschheitsgürtel erwische ich es beim wixxen. Nun musste ich den Keuschheitsgürtel wieder anziehen. Vielleicht muss ich es weitergeben. Soll strengere Besitzer geben, vielleicht braucht es das.» Beta schluckte seinen Bissen runter: «Wir haben unser noch nicht wirklich lange, müssen aber sagen es zeigt viel Potential. Um genau zu sein, könnten wir den beiden einen gefallen tun. Wie wäre es, wenn unser Kleiner, dein Objekt fickt? Unser hat noch nie und für dein Objekt ist es sicherlich eine Lektion.» Beta schaute zu Alpha und dieser zur Besitzerin. Dann zuckt er mit der Schulter: «Könnte spannend sein.» Die Besitzer zögerte einen Moment, doch dann stimmte sie zu. Alpha richtete sich an Flo: «Kleiner, du darfst das andere Objekt ficken. Langsam und bis du es mit deinem Saft füllst!» Dann wandte sich Alpha wieder zu den anderen.

Flo und der andere Jüngling blickten sich einen Moment lang an. Dies Mal ergriff der andere die Initiative und legte sich auf den Rücken und spreizte seine Beine. Flos Kopf raste. Klar hatte er sein erstes Mal als Passiver, aber das wird also sein erstes Mal als Aktiver werden. Er war nervös. Hoffentlich würde er seine Herren nicht enttäuschen. So ging er zwischen den Beinen des anderen in Stellung. Flo rieb mit seinem Schwanz am Loch des anderen. Dann fixierte er die Augen seines Gegenübers und begann langsam einzudringen. Nach den ersten cm musste er schon pausieren. Es war geil. Flo fühlte die Wärme und das Pulsieren des anderen. Als sich Flo daran gewöhnt hatte, stiess er tiefer zu. Er beobachtet dabei jede Regung des anderen, bis er ganz drinsteckte. Wieder eine Pause, bevor Flo langsam mit der Fickbewegung begann. Beide stöhnten zusammen und begannen langsam einen gemeinsamen Takt zu finden und konnten das Tempo erhöhen. Flo beugte sich vor und begann den anderen heiss zu Küssen. Doch da ging die Besitzerin dazwischen. «Nein, nicht so sanft. Doggy, los! Und dann härter!»

Die beiden Jungen erschreckten beinahe und versuchten unbeholfen die geforderte Stellung einzunehmen. Flo flutschte aus dem Arsch raus und als sie beide mit dem Gesicht zum Esstisch in Doggy bereit waren, stiess Flo wieder zu. Flo fühlte die Macht, welche aus dieser Stellung entstand. Es war nichts Romantisches, es war animalisch. So dauerte es nicht lange bis er den Kopf des anderen zu Boden drücken und fester zu stiess. Beide stöhnten und schwitzen. Die Besitzer waren wieder zonguldak escort auf sich selbst konzentriert. Flo verlor gerade seine andere Unschuld und seinen Herren war es fast egal. Und doch, es war offensichtlich, was sie wollten und so erhöhte Flo nochmals die Intensität. Dann fühle er wie sich sein Körper vorbereitete. Es dauerte nicht mehr lange. Flos stöhnen wurde unkontrolliert. Seine Stösse hatten nichts mehr von Präzision, Flo hatte nur noch eines im Kopf, er wollte diesen Arsch mit Sperma füllen. Mit einer letzten Kraft vollen Bewegung ergoss er sich in mehreren Schüben in das ihm unbekannte Objekt. Zitternd verharrte die beiden einen Moment, bevor Flo schwer atmend aus dem Loch glitt und sich auf die liege legte. Sofort drehte sich der andere um und leckt den Schwanz sauber.

Eine Stimme holte die beiden wieder in die Gegenwart. Es war Alpha: «Gut gemacht Kleiner. Du darfst dich zurückziehen. Wir werden wohl dem Anderen Objekt noch weitere Lektionen erteilen. Wir rufen dich sollte Bedarf bestehen.» Flo nickte nur danken und mit wackeligen Füssen ging er zu «seinem» Zimmer.

Der Kleine hat es sich gemütlich gemacht und war mit sich und der Welt zufrieden. Denn er hatte seine Herren stolz gemacht. Er war gerade dabei einzudösen und lag seitlich mit dem Rücken zur Türe, als sich eben diese öffnete. Flo bemerkte, wie jemand auf das Bett stieg und einen Augenblick später hatte er eine Hand vor dem Mund. Die Stimme des alten Besitzers drang in sein Ohr: «So du kleines Stückscheisse, jetzt nehme ich mir endlich, was mir von Anfang an zugestanden hat. Du hättest dich für mich entscheiden sollen. Jetzt Fick ich dich Blutig du kleine Schlampe.» Flo fühlte, wie der Alte seine Beine zu spreizen begann und sich genüsslich an Flos Arsch rieb. Flo wollte schreien, doch die Hand verschloss seinen Mund fest. Panik stieg in Flo auf. Er wollte sich wehren, konnte es aber nicht. Zum Teil wegen fehlender Kraft die Masse des Alten zu bewegen, zum Teil weil er wusste, dass dies gegen die Grundbedingungen verstossen würde.

Der Alte brachte seinen Schwanz in Position und Flo schloss seine Augen, um das ganze über sich ergehen zu lassen. Genau in diesem Moment stürmten Alpha und Beta ins Zimmer und schoben den Alten von Flo runter. Alpha hielt den Alten am Boden fest, während sich Beta schützend vor Flo stellte. «So nicht mein Freund. Wir haben dich aus Höflichkeit eingeladen in unser Haus und du dankst es uns in dem du dich an unserem Besitz vergreifst? Wir haben entschieden, dass dies nicht passieren wird. Dieses Zimmer ist eine sichere Zone. Du hast gegen Regeln der Vereinigung verstossen.» Der Alte wollte sich wehren, doch Alpha war deutlich stärker. Nun kamen auch die anderen Besitzer dazu und man brachte den Alten Weg. Beta blieb die ganze Zeit über bei Flo und streichelte über seinen Kopf.

Es dauerte eine Weile, bis Alpha zurückkam. «Die Sache ist erledigt. Die anderen sind gegangen und der Alte verliert gemäss Regulierung alles.» Alpha setzt sich zu den Beiden anderen und fährt Flo ebenfalls durchs Haar. «tut mir leid Kleiner, dass es so weit gekommen ist. Jetzt sind wir da und du brauchst dir keine Sorgen zu machen. Und ich habe eine Idee. Wie wäre es, wenn du ab sofort bei mir und Beta übernachtest. Tagsüber wird sich vorerst nichts ändern.» Flo war den Tränen nah und kuschelte sich schon fast an die beiden Herren heran. Alpha und Beta standen auf und Beta nahm Flo an der Hand.

Das Schlafzimmer war riesig und das Bett kuschelig. Flo durfte sich aufs Bett setzten und zusehen wie Alpha und Beta sich gegenseitig auszogen. Dann gesellten sie sich zum Kleinen und legten sich in Löffelchenstellung hin. Flo zwischen Alpha und Beta. Er atmete tief durch. Seit dem Start von alldem vor ein paar Wochen, hatte Flo das erste Mal ein Gefühl von Sicherheit und Vertrauen.

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