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David was going through a dry period. This was something he imagined all writers go through; after all, nobody can run at full speed forever. Every once in a while the batteries have to be recharged. He had been spending the day reading, with a Haydn string-quartet softly playing in the background. He had thought about Demaris more than he felt comfortable with. He had sworn off women for a while, so having one invade his thoughts wasn’t good. He felt that he was finally getting the upper hand when someone rang his doorbell.

David saw Demaris standing in his doorway. He instantly felt a tightness within him loosen and fall away. He experienced a feeling of relief and welcome. In the instant that these feelings swept over him, an undeniable observation clouded his euphoria. She was hurt or in trouble; the red eyes that looked at him screamed it. Her words were cheerful enough but the way her eyes darted from side to side and then down to her feet to break their contact worked as an exclamation mark, enunciating his initial observation.

“What a pleasant surprise!” He replied as he tried to smile naturally. “Come in… come in, it is just what I needed. Being a recluse has some drawbacks; loneliness is one of them. I’m always up for company.” This last statement wasn’t strictly true, but at this moment he was actually glad she was here.

Demaris walked past him with two final sideways glances. She could smell him as she passed. He didn’t smell of soap or cologne but emitted a manly smell. It wasn’t unappealing to her and she smiled discreetly as she walked into his living room.

“Would you care for some coffee or tea; or maybe I could interest you in a superb white port?”

Feeling both nervous and jittery she said, “I think I’ll take you up on your superb port.”

“Excellent! Make yourself at home and I’ll get our drinks.”

She surveyed the living room and decided to take a seat on his sofa. As she waited for his return her eyes traveled over the room. She thought the room was tastefully decorated but lacked in personal items. The sofa she was sitting on and the two matching chairs emitted quality. It wouldn’t have surprised her if the Chesterfield styled furniture was imported from England. The walls were void of paintings or pictures but didn’t appear too Spartan for her taste.

David returned with the wine and two stemmed glasses. He put them on the coffee table and poured wine into each glass. Putting down the bottle, he picked up both glasses and offered one of them to her. Handing it to her he asked, “Do we have something to toast?”

Demaris gave the question a thought and answered, “To a new friendship?”

“Okay, to a new friendship!”

She repeated the toast and then asked, “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“No, I’ve been taking the day off, actually. Even writers have to recharge their batteries every once in a while. I’ve been reading a book, actually.”

“Oh yeah, what book have you been reading?”

“Edward Rutherfurd’s novel New York. It is a very interesting story. I never thought that the Big Apple had such a rich and colorful history.”

The subject of books brought a vision of his book. She left it next door and it was still in the bathroom covered in Brian’s piss. “I actually bought one of your books and must say I’m very impressed.”

“Which book have you been reading?”

“Beyond the Horizon; I am impressed at your ability to describe and depict Jessie Benton from a woman’s perspective. I think most men can’t see past their maleness and embrace the feminine point of view.”

“I’ve never heard that from my critics. I take that as a compliment; thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

David refilled their glasses. The port was very sweet and strong, they both felt a buzz from the wine. When he put the bottle down again he said, “We can finish this and then change for the pool.”

His last statement hit her like a brick. In all her planning she completely forgot her swimming suit. It was still in the trunk of her car and that was parked two miles away. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? She picked up her glass and swallowed it in three long gulps. Maybe the wine would give her courage to bring her through the next few minutes. Her mind was working, desperately looking for an answer. The wine didn’t help her come up with a solution so she held out her glass for a refill in the hope that the extra alcohol would help give her courage. She saw no other way than to tell him the truth. She emptied her third glass as fast as the second and stood up, slightly unsteadily. “Mr. Lawton, I have a confession to make. I’ve come here under false pretenses, but also because I have no choice. I have been abused by my husband and have to get away.” She looked David straight in the eyes and tried to judge his reaction. “I realize that I haven’t traveled far but I also have to admit that I have no other friends and you are the only one I could think diyarbakır escort of.” She was beginning to think he might politely show her the door and out of desperation continued, “I just need a place to stay for a few days and promise I won’t get in your way. If you have an extra room I can just stay in there and you wouldn’t even know I was here…”

“Demaris, my name is David. I thought we had gotten past introductions. I would be happy to have you for a couple of days. Like I’ve said, the life of a hermit isn’t always to my liking; and as far as putting you in a room and forgetting about you, I assure you that I would never be able to do that. You are a beautiful woman and no man could just forget about you.”

Tears of gratitude sprang into Demaris’s eyes and slowly ran down her cheeks. David, moved by tears that seemed to be so sincere, stood and opened his arms. She came to him with just a short hesitation and he closed his arms around her. She felt safe. This feeling, she realized, had been foreign to her for so long. She would have been content to stay there all night, breathing in his manly odor.

David broke the embrace and said, “Let me show you your room.” With this he took her hand and led her down the hall. “This is the guest room. Like you, I don’t have many friends so you will be the first one staying here. The bed is new but I’m afraid I haven’t made it up. I have enough sheets if you wouldn’t mind making it up.”

“Thank you. That wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

He went to get the linens and left her to make her bed. David wasn’t as happy with his decision as he made out to be. He had made an anti-women resolution and knew that if she stayed it would eventually be broken. On the other hand he wouldn’t have been able to turn his back on her in her time of need. He knew what he said, had to be said, but secretly hoped she would leave before they went too far. ‘Has my marriage to Maggie ruined me for any meaningful relationship in the future?’ he thought. He hoped that wouldn’t be his lot.

David was on his patio finishing the bottle of white port when Demaris came out and sat down. “The bed is made and the room will be more than perfect.”

“Would you like some more wine? I think I still have a bottle or two somewhere around here.”

“No thank you. I’ve had more than enough. That stuff goes right to your head. I think if I had any more I would be quite drunk.”

“That’s fine, are you hungry?”

“Not particularly; it is a very hot day though.”

“You did say that you came to take me up on my offer to swim.”

“I completely forgot to bring my bathing suit. I would have to go naked.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit either; I always skinny dip.”

His mischievous smile contagiously transferred to her and he stood up and shucked his shirt and pants and walked into the cool blue water. Demaris watched as David playfully swam in the pool; completely at ease and unashamed. This helped her to make up her mind and she started to strip. David started to tread water and watched her take off her clothes. She made short work of her blouse and pants and then paused and looked at him, still clad in her bra and panties. She saw both expectation and admiration in his gaze which encouraged her to continue. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. When she released the hooks she cursed herself that she hadn’t chosen her underwear more carefully. What she had on wasn’t her best and didn’t even match but she figured that soon they would be lying on the patio with the rest of her clothes and it wouldn’t matter. She removed her bra and proudly showed David what it had covered. He smiled and she removed her panties. She slowly walked to the pool and entered the water.

The water was cool and numbing to her skin. The water seemed to do more and work faster than the hot bath she had taken earlier. The healing water submerged her pubis and was soon over her breasts. As she started to swim a sudden panic struck her and she began to hastily retrace her path.

“What’s wrong?” David asked.

“My hair… My hair is getting wet.”

“That’s okay. If you are worried about the chlorine, you can wash it out in the shower.”

“You don’t understand. My hair takes forever to dry.”

“We have all the time in the world. Besides it’s already wet so we’ll just have to wait for it to dry but now I want to swim with you.”

They spent more than an hour playing in the pool. When they got out their hands and feet were white and wrinkled from the water. David went into the house and came out with a stack of neatly folded towels. They dried themselves off and David asked, “Did your husband do that to you?”

Demaris stopped drying her ankles and looked at David. He was looking at her naked hips and butt. She looked at what he was looking at and sighed. The red marks that she had seen in the mirror earlier were gone. In their place were bruises in varying edirne escort colors ranging between green, blue and black. She was surprised at the sight of her abuse and felt a pang of guilt shoot through her soul. “Yes, that is some of the abuse my husband gave me.”

“He should be arrested. You should go to the police.” David said this and meant it, but he knew the statement was extremely ironical coming from him. He had done the same thing to Maggie but had gotten away with it.

“No! All I want is out! I want to be free of him and never feel like he has made me feel ever since we’ve been married. I don’t feel ashamed here with you but I could never admit this to the authorities.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll protect you until you decide what you’re going to do. I think I’ll go take a shower.” David turned away and walked into the house.

Demaris picked up her clothes from the patio and followed him a few minutes later. She could hear the shower as she passed the bathroom on her way to her room. She wasn’t sure if she should get dressed or wait until David was finished in the shower. Reaching a decision she put her clothes on the bed and went back down the hall. She tentatively tried the door and found it unlocked. She turned the handle and quietly entered. The room was filled with hot steam. Water condensed and dripped down the tiles and pooled on the floor. The bathroom was quite large and had both a bath and a separate shower. She could hear David lathering his body and could smell the shower gel. He was humming quietly when she slowly opened the sliding door and stepped in behind him. His hair, face and body were covered with a rich lather and his eyes were tightly closed. She reached out and gently touched his back. She felt him tense and then relax when he realized who was there.

She put both of her hands on his back, between his shoulders and then moved them under his arms. As her hands continued their journey she stepped closer and pressed her naked body against his exposed back. Her hands traveled over his chest and massaged the hair with which it was covered. As her hands caressed his chest her embrace tightened and crushed her breasts to him. Her left leg went between his legs and she raised her knee to touch his balls.

David was lost in thought when he suddenly felt the hands on his back. The deep thoughts he was having suddenly seemed to have taken form. He was thinking how it would feel to have her hands exploring his body and how her body would feel to be explored. When he felt her knee brush his balls he had to rinse the soap out of his eyes and take the initiative; he could no longer continue in a passive role. He rinsed most of the soap away and opened his eyes. He turned around and the body that had been pressing against his back now pressed against his chest. He looked down at Demaris as she looked up at him. He thought that the eyes and face that he saw was that of an angel. His head lowered and he could feel her push up on her toes to meet him. They met halfway and kissed.

The kiss was soft. The kiss was sweet. The kiss spoke volumes but said nothing. The kiss spoke to them both but made promises to neither. The kiss stayed soft and searching but the possible passion lurked in the shadows. Their hands explored newly discovered regions, but their lips related more. Neither one of them wanted their first time to be here. The shower was not the place to fully experience each other; with no room and wet hair. David broke the kiss and reached for the shampoo. He had never washed so much hair but was willing to give it a go. He filled his right palm and gently massaged it into her scalp. Demaris turned her back to him and he softly spread the shampoo through her hair. He had to refill his palm before he finally reached the hair ends. Her hair stopped halfway between her butt and the back of her knees. He had never seen such long and luscious hair. When he rinsed the soap out he used a whole bottle of conditioner. She told him that she believed too much conditioner is far better than not enough. David was convinced that if anyone should know it would be Demaris.

He turned the water off, and holding her hand, he led her out of the shower. After watching her towel off, David put Demaris on a bar stool and brushed her hair for an hour. They were both still naked. Demaris had never had anyone spend that much time brushing her hair. He was very gentle and his attentions left her with a faint dream-like smile on her lips.

“Are you hungry now?”

“Yes, the swim and thoughtful attentions from you have given me an appetite.”

“Good, I’ll pamper you even more by making you my world famous chili.” With this he went down the hall and soon came out wearing a pair of sweatpants. He also had one of his dress shirts in his hand and handed it to Demaris. “I think you will feel more comfortable in this. I love you nude and would never tire of looking at you but that would be edirne escort bayan too selfish of me.”

Demaris was touched by his gesture and quietly accepted the shirt. When David was finished they sat down and ate, “Are you sure this is world famous?” Demaris asked after she had eaten half of the bowl.

“Well, maybe I overrated it a little, but I like it.”

“I like it too but I have to be honest with you; I don’t react well to brown beans.”

“That doesn’t bother me a bit.”

It was well past midnight before Demaris’s hair was dry. They had been watching television, sitting side by side on the sofa. She ran her hands through her hair and leaned over and whispered in his ear “my hair is dry.” She accompanied the news with a soft kiss on his cheek and a gentle nip of his earlobe.

He turned to her and smiled. Their lips touched and their tongues met. His hands moved to her breasts and softly massaged them. He could feel her nipples and his penis harden. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and helped her shed it. He could feel her hand on his manhood and was becoming slightly impatient to take their relationship to the next level. He suddenly stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and he led her down the hall, past her bedroom to his. He led her to his bed and she lay down on top of a green quilted bedspread. Her golden hair framed her face and trailed off to her right, over the edge of the bed and almost to the floor. He again thought that this woman was a cross between Rapunzel and Lady Godiva, with her angelic face holding more mystery and promise than he had ever seen before.

Demaris could feel her pulse and breath quicken. She couldn’t help herself from responding to this man. This reaction left her with two conflicting emotions and as she followed him to his bedroom they were waging a serious battle in her head. On the one side, feelings of security and passion were edging her on; on the other side, thoughts of the betrayal and brutality that had so recently been her life. The one told her to open herself completely to this man and the other said run and save yourself before it is too late. She so wanted to believe in this man and the security he seemed not only to offer but also supply. She wanted desperately to embrace the passion that radiated from their union. As this bloodless conflict raged in her head she watched him remove his sweatpants and for the first time actually looked at his manhood. She saw that David had a chest covered with short black hair. As her gaze lowered she noticed that below his navel the hair became thicker, culminating around his now bone-stiff penis. She watched as he climbed up from the end of the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She lifted and spread her knees to welcome him. His eyes surveyed her body as they came up to meet hers. A short pang of regret stabbed her when he passed the hair-covered mound but immediately vanished when their eyes met. He slowly narrowed the space separating them and his lips softly touched down on hers. Like a lunar craft his lips skipped over hers as in a weightless atmosphere. His tongue probed her mouth and worked as an anchor, keeping his hovering lips in one place. When she met him with her tongue she felt him enter her in another quarter. The old mental battle suddenly disappeared like dissipating clouds and was replaced by another conflict. This conflict was more physical than mental. Their lips, tongues and mouths were skirmishing for position as hair on his chest rubbed over her hard, extended nipples, while on a completely different part of their battlefield of passion, his blood engorged penis was gently invading her inner passage. Unlike the act that was performed earlier that day, the passage was now slick and wet by the copious amounts of liquid this entire act had produced. Instead of pain she felt pure, unadulterated pleasure and secretly prayed that it would never end. As their exercise in love continued, she could feel her orgasm approach like a train from the distance, slowly building to its inevitable conclusion.

David was lost in a new world; the world of Demaris. The frustration of the prolonged passion earlier in the day demanded relief. He fought the urge to hurry and kept up a slow steady pace. His mind wandered and hoped that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. He wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her. For this reason alone he took his time in the hope that she would experience the first orgasm. He knew he was approaching his target when he heard her utter a low deep moan and felt the walls of her vagina contract and grasp his dick as it pumped in and out. He felt her body contract and shudder as the orgasm consumed her. The shock of sudden and complete success removed the ties to his own needs and opened the floodgates of his pent-up seed. He deposited his cum deep in her womb and then collapsed on top of her in a state of complete exhaustion.

After a few minutes, when they both began breathing normally and the sweat that drenched their bodies began to dry, David rolled off of Demaris. There seemed to be a new tension between them, now that their passion was spent. David rolled to the opposite side of the bed and stood up. “I need another shower,” he said as he walked out of the room.

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – It’s 1941, and Britain is experiencing the full fury of the Blitz. Amongst the wartime rationing, uncertainty, danger lurking across the Channel, the air-raids and the eerie sirens that herald them, 21-year old switchboard girl Sandra Smith finds plenty of ways to enjoy herself with men in uniform. Her shy 19-year-old cousin Susie is not so forward. What will happen when the two girls meet two dashing young soldiers from Scotland, Andy and Callum, after an air raid?

You will enjoy this if you also like historical fiction, or are interested in World War 2. I write all my stories set in the 20th century, and have already written stories set in the 1960s & 1990s. I intend writing more set in each decade.

All characters and situations are fictional with similarity to persons living or dead coincidental, and only characters aged 18 or older are in sexual situations, or naked.

I hope you enjoy reading Switchboard Girls, Soldiers and Sirens.

*****

“Susie, keep your hand steady,” complained Sandra. “I can’t have what looks like a crooked stocking line at the dance.”

Sandra Smith, aged 21, stood in her bedroom with her light blue frock hitched up at the back, her white cotton knickers visible. She had lightly dyed her legs with tea, and now her younger cousin, 19-year-old Susie Stevens, was applying the final touches to make it look like she was wearing stockings by drawing a line with an eye-brow pencil down the back of each leg.

Susie frowned. “Sandra, you know how bad I am at drawing. Maybe you should get one of the other girls from work to do it instead?”

“No, it’s not that hard,” said Sandra. “You just keep your hand steady, and draw down my leg with a straight line.”

Susie tried to keep her hand from trembling, and as best as she could drew the black line down the back of her cousin’s left leg, and then moved to her right, drawing the black line from just below the elastic of Sandra’s knickers to her ankle.

Sandra continued to hold her dress up, stood with her back to the full-length mirror in the corner and looked at Susie’s efforts. “That’s pretty good, you’re getting there. Would you like me to do yours?”

“No thanks,” said Susie. She had never seen the point of all this effort to make one look like she was wearing nylons. She just accepted that they would not be available until the war was over and rationing finally ended, whenever that might be.

Sandra smoothed her dress down, and stood in front of the mirror, checking her shoulder-length blonde hair, to which she had applied curlers the previous night to create the perfect waves of curls that accentuated her beauty, with a pretty face, blue eyes and perfect complexion. Her figure was slim with large breasts, and the blue dress looked wonderful on her.

Susie contrasted with her cousin by having dark brown hair and brown eyes, however the style of her hair was identical to that of Sandra, the same length and wavy thanks to setting it the previous night. The girls both shared similar figures, with Sandra taller than Susie by about two inches. Despite a busy Friday on the switchboard at the telephone exchange in town where they worked, the styles had held all day and would look good at the dance. Just as pretty as her cousin, Susie went to check her appearance in the mirror, seeing a piece of loose cotton on her light green frock, and brushing it away.

Sandra gave her make-up a final look over, and Susie peeked out through the thick, dark blackout curtains that covered the window, tape applied to the panes to minimize shattering glass. The April evening seemed to hold a perpetual twilight across the Sussex countryside, with England on British summertime for the duration of the war, not that this seemed to bother the Luftwaffe.

“Hey, don’t show a light,” said Sandra.

“It’s not dark yet,” Susie pointed out.

“It soon will be, just keep the curtains closed, will you? We’re both in the ARP, how bad would it look if we were showing a light, especially if there happens to be a raid tonight?”

“Sorry, I’ll close it,” said Susie. She looked at her cousin, feeling a little put out. It was true that they were in the local Air Raid Patrol, and would be out on patrol several nights a week, sometimes past midnight. After a full day’s work answering and connecting telephone calls, it made for little sleep, but with a war on, everybody had to do their bit. Some of the girls Sandra and Susie worked with were also in the ARP, while others did agricultural work on the weekends or in their spare time. When the war first broke out, some had wanted to join the Home Guard, but these groups mainly consisted of older men, veterans of the Great War of 1914 to 1918, and there appeared little desire to have women as members, so they had gravitated towards the ARP.

Sandra appeared to relish her ARP duties a little too much, Susie thought. Sandra’s bossy and brassy personality made her seem five rather than two years çorum escort older than Susie, who disliked confrontation. The domineering Sandra had no such inhibitions, and would keep an eagle eye out for any glimpse of light showing in the blackout, and when she saw one, would make a beeline for the house. The hapless homeowner would then be roused by loud continuous knocking and face Sandra’s wrath. Last night it had been an old lady whose kitchen light showed through a tiny gap in the curtains, hard to see from the street, let alone from an enemy plane hundreds of feet in the sky.

Confrontations with people who breached the air raid precautions were not the only thing Sandra seemed to enjoy about the war. The war meant men in uniform – soldiers, sailors and airmen – and Sandra was certainly not shy about meeting their acquaintance at dances or around town. After one dance, Susie had wondered out to see where her cousin was, and all she could see was Sandra’s bare feet against the window of a car parked in a dark, quiet laneway, the khaki uniform of a soldier moving back and forth on top of her. Another time, Susie came across the sight of Sandra in the woods, her knickers down around her ankles leaning back against a tree. A sailor with his trousers unbuttoned stood in front of her, thrusting deep inside Sandra’s female area to which she moaned and gasped.

Susie had made a hasty retreat from these situations, not wanting to see any more, but was not so lucky one weekend when her Aunt Ethel – Sandra’s mother – went out of town to visit her own mother. Sandra had brought a young airman back to the house, and Susie had spent the night with a pillow over her head, unable to sleep for Sandra squealing and gasping in delight in her own bedroom, the creaking of the bedsprings a constant as Sandra and her new friend tested its durability by writhing around and bouncing up and down upon it all night.

Only once, when they were walking to work, had Susie worked up the courage to suggest to Sandra that what she got up to might not be the best thing for her reputation. Sandra had laughed, taken a deep drag on her cigarette and scoffed that they worked on a telephone exchange, and Susie should have plenty of opportunity to call somebody who cared.

Sandra and Susie collected their purses and the gas masks they carried in boxes swung over their shoulders. They were cumbersome and unflattering, but necessary. The girls walked downstairs and into the front lounge room. “I just need to go to the loo,” said Sandra, making her way to the back of the house where the laundry and the lavatory were located. Susie heard Sandra close and latch the toilet door, and she went to sit down in an armchair to wait. The cat came up to her and Susie scratched her under her chin, the cat purring and rubbing around her legs. The wooden radio in the corner played a cheerful tune.

Aunt Ethel entered, checking and double-checking that the blackout curtains were secure and that the essential papers and ration books were in a satchel, ready to be grabbed if danger presented itself. A skinny, bespectacled woman in her early fifties, Aunt Ethel had always had a nervous personality, which presented itself as strict control, needing to check everything twice and then twice again. She had been worse since war broken out, but Susie made concessions for that.

Uncle Henry, Aunt Ethel’s husband had served in the Great War, and while was a little old to serve again now, had been seconded to work in civil defence. This meant him being away for weeks at a time in cities where the bombing was at its heaviest – London, Birmingham, Manchester, Coventry, Liverpool, Hull and Southampton – so Ethel’s apprehension was understandable. Henry Junior, their eldest son was serving in North Africa, while their youngest son John had joined the Navy the day he turned 18, and was somewhere in the North Atlantic, fighting U-boats. The possibility of the war office arriving with a plain, brown telegram about her husband or sons was a realistic one every day.

“So, you’re off to the dance,” said Ethel to Susie as she walked by. It was not so much a query as a criticism. Aunt Ethel disapproved of dances and many other fun activities, but grudgingly conceded that there was little that she could do to prevent her daughter and niece attending them.

With Ethel having no control over the fates of her husband and sons, she fretted over her daughter and niece, fearing that the telephone exchange would be a target of German bombing. She also worried incessantly about them going out on air raid patrols, but was reconciled to the fact that everybody had to do something for the war effort, with her contribution being sewing clothes and blankets for the forces. Worst of all were her constant reminders to Sandra and Susie that they needed to wear clean knickers when they went out, should they finish their days in an air raid.

Susie continued to wait for Sandra, and reflected denizli escort further on her nervous aunt. Their town was not a target for bombings, being too small. Only about four bombs had fallen in the vicinity since the Blitz began, none causing any significant damage. However, as Sussex lay between the English Channel and London, and there was an airfield not far away, German planes would frequently fly overhead on their way to the capital or to Southampton, and the danger was always there. Aunt Ethel also feared an attack from the sea by German raiding parties. Susie, who had loved the seaside in her younger years, thought how sad it all looked now. The promenades and piers were closed until the end of the war, and precautions against German attack, such as guns and barbed wire, could be seen along the coast.

Nerves appeared to run in the family. Susie had been sent to live with her aunt, uncle and cousins at the age of just three, shortly after her father died at a young age. He had been wounded and shell-shocked in the Great War, and barely survived a dose of Spanish Influenza in 1918, with these factors leaving him with a limited lifespan. Susie’s mother could not cope with his death and raising a child alone, and suffered a complete nervous breakdown and subsequent committal to a mental hospital, where she remained to this day. So Susie had been raised by her aunt and uncle, and grown up with her cousins more as siblings.

Aunt Ethel would get along well with Mrs. Richards, the formidable manager of the telephone exchange, Susie and Sandra often said. Mrs. Richards frequently gave all the girls lectures about the strict need for confidentiality and to avoid careless talk and gossip during the war. It was as though she thought they were pen-friends with Adolf Hitler or Benito Mussolini, or spent their evenings gossiping with Herman Goering’s daughters over the telephone, exchanging recipes, their thoughts about movies and information about Allied war operations. One of the girls, Heidi, came in for a very hard time. Despite the fact that both sides of her family had lived in England for generations, and Heidi was named after the beloved story-book character, her Germanic name caused her much scrutiny. That she was very pretty, with blue eyes and blonde hair, the Aryan look that the Nazis revered, did not help matters.

Susie saw her aunt check the kitchen curtains for about the fifth time, and then she heard it. The eerie sound came again, rising in pitch and falling again, rising again a second later, then falling. As often she had heard them before, the sound of the air-raid sirens never failed to send a chill through her body. Susie had heard the sirens sound for the first time on the afternoon of September 3, 1939, a sunny Sunday where she, Aunt Ethel, Uncle Henry, Sandra, Henry Jnr and John had sat listening to the radio at noon. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had announced that having received no undertaking from Germany that they would withdraw their troops from Poland, the two countries were now at war. Less than an hour later the air-raid sirens sounded, followed by the all-clear as part of a test.

The sirens had been heard more and more frequently over the past few months, with the sustained German bombing campaign having picked up in intensity late in the summer of 1940, and showing no signs of abating now, in spring 1941. London had not seen a night without a raid for months on end.

Susie grabbed the cat, and Aunt Ethel the satchel of important documents. “Where is Sandra?” she asked Susie, the tone in her voice full of panic.

“She’s in the loo,” said Susie.

Aunt Ethel ran to the lavatory, and pounded on the door. “Sandra, get down to the cellar right now!”

Sandra’s tone in her reply indicated her annoyance. “Mum, you and Susie go down there. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Aunt Ethel was uncompromising. “Sandra, you finish up right now, and you come down to the cellar. You stay here, and you’ll be blown up.”

Susie heard Sandra tearing up newspaper, while outside the sirens continued their eerie wailing, then her cousin’s angry reply. “Mum, they sound the sirens long before there is any danger, to give people a chance to get to shelter. I have plenty of time. Anyway, there haven’t been any serious bombings here, the planes are on their way to London. They aren’t going to stop and drop a bomb on Sandra Smith of Sussex while she’s sitting on the loo with her knickers around her ankles, are they?”

Ethel was unimpressed with her daughter’s response, and pounded repeatedly on the lavatory door. “Sandra Smith, you will come out this instant, otherwise I will break down this door and drag you off the toilet, then down to the cellar by your ear.”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” yelled Sandra. Again there was the sound of newspaper being torn and scrunched up, followed by Sandra pulling the chain and flushing the toilet. She slammed the door open, adjusting düzce escort her dress and knickers with an angry expression etched upon her face. She glared indignantly at her mother, before making for the laundry.

“What are you doing now?” demanded Aunt Ethel. “Sandra, come on!”

“For goodness sakes, Mother, it will take me ten seconds to wash my hands,” said Sandra, turning on the taps, the water pouring onto her fingers as she applied soap. “Do you want me to avoid basic hygiene when I go to the toilet because of the war?”

“Do not be so smart,” snapped Ethel. She pushed Sandra towards the cellar door. “Go on, get down there. You too, Susie, don’t stand around here waiting for bombs to fall.”

“Mum, there won’t be any bombs,” Sandra said. They descended the steps into the cellar, and Aunt Ethel closed the door behind them. Sandra lit the lantern, and the three women and the cat sat in the dim light, listening to the sound of the sirens, accompanied by a new, distant sound, that of aircraft engines. The trio had no idea if they were German or British, and could only wait until the all-clear was sounded.

Susie saw Sandra glaring at her mother from time to time, and had to suppress laughter. With the battle of wills with her mother over Sandra’s refusal to vacate the loo when ordered to, it was nice to see her bossy cousin get a taste of her own medicine for once.

Outside, high in the sky, a squadron of German bombers flew overhead, with a smaller squadron of British planes approaching from the other direction. An exchange of fire occurred, before the English planes were forced to withdraw from the dogfight, hopelessly out-numbered as a second squadron of German planes came onto the scene. What the brave British pilots did achieve, however, was to separate two German planes from the first squadron.

The British pilots then went for the kill, opening fire on the Germans. The first plane went into a dive, sweeping down into a farm and gliding at great speed through a field, taking out a section of hedge-row and crashing into a second hedge, before exploding in flames.

The second plane went straight down, crashing into the same farm, and exploding instantly. Red, orange and yellow flames soared high into the sky, accompanied by secondary explosions as the payload of bombs, scheduled to be dropped on the London docks, a city landmark or some poor East End family huddled in their tiny Anderson shelter, went up too.

The exploding plane and bombs were far enough away from the farm buildings to avoid setting them on fire, but close enough to shatter the windows and blow the doors off the hinges.

Terrified farm animals – horses, sheep and goats – ran from the barn, and the cows likewise ran from the cowshed that housed them. Squealing pigs bolted from their sty, and numerous panicking hens, ducks and geese fled from their housing. They were accompanied by hundreds of rabbits bred for the table, in high demand as food during wartime rationing.

Another animal quick to depart was a cunning red fox, which had been hiding near the farm buildings plotting how it could extricate a chicken or a plump rabbit and take it back to its den for supper. The fox had encountered precautions taken by farmers before – long sticks that went bang and vicious dogs – but things falling from the sky and exploding was a whole new experience in farm defence. The fox, running back to the woods with its tail down and its ears set back, resolved not to go back there again, and would hunt rats and rabbits in the wild. This farmer was far too good.

Susie, Sandra and Aunt Ethel remained in the cellar, unaware of what had happened. Ethel was glad her daughter and niece were beside her, not on ARP duty in the town during a raid as had been the case many times many times in the past, with just her and the cat sharing the cellar listening to the sirens.

After a few hours the sirens ceased their rising and falling pitch, and began emitting a continuous, long monotone to sound the all-clear. For some reason, Susie found this just as scary as the active raid siren, staying in her mind long after it had ceased. The three women emerged from the cellar, and went to bed. All kept an ear open in case the sirens started up again, or if the ARP wardens came for Susie and Sandra if required in the town, but all remained silent.

*

The next morning, a car drew up and the local vicar, Reverend Thompson, got out and knocked on the door. The local clergy played their role, with the vicar being a member of the ARP, and the local Catholic priest, Father McIntyre, in the Home Guard.

“Sandra, Susie, we were hoping you could come out to the Johnson farm for the day,” said the Vicar. “Two German planes came down there during the raid last night.”

“Was everybody okay?” asked Susie.

“Yes, fortunately nobody was hurt,” said the Vicar. “The problem was that one plane destroyed the hedgerows, and another damaged the farm buildings and allowed the animals to escape. Farmer Johnson cannot cope, and we’re rounding up ARP, Home Guard and basically anyone else who can lend a hand to find and recapture the animals. As you can imagine, they were pretty scared by what happened, and most have run off through the damaged hedgerows.”

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“Okay,” Scott Anderson murmured as he confirmed the address on the mailbox against the handwritten note he held in his left hand. In his right was the English term paper, the deadline for which was just about an hour earlier. Twenty-eight minutes had passed since he asked—actually, he begged—Professor Wright’s assistant to divulge the anal-retentive pompous ass’s home address. And now here he was standing in front of Wright’s beautiful home, prepared to grovel or do almost anything to avoid getting a zero on this assignment, which was a full fifty percent of his grade. Wright never accepted any late work, but Scott’s college future depended on the professor making an exception.

He rushed up the walk to the front door, carrying the eight-page paper, which he had freshly printed just forty minutes before. Sure, he was given plenty of time to complete the assignment, and yes, he had procrastinated as he always did, and no, he probably didn’t deserve an extension, even a thirty minute one. But he needed it. His parents would kill him, or even worse, stop sending him money. He took a deep breath and practiced his plea in his head.

‘Professor Wright, I know you have a policy against accepting work after the deadline, but I really have a good excuse. Last night I got a call telling me that my father was in an accident…’

Fuck that sucks. He’ll never buy that.

‘…um, I was rushed to the hospital because I had this case of… flesh eating bacteria and…’

That’s just stupid. Stick with the truth and beg. Okay…

He took a deep breath and knocked quietly. He waited for thirty seconds and then knocked louder. There was no answer, no sound coming from inside the house. After another few seconds, Scott spotted the doorbell and pressed it once, then waited and pressed it twice and waited again. He closed his eyes while running his hands over his face, sweaty due in part to his worry, but mostly from the searing ninety-degree Florida heat. But still there was no answer. He rang the bell once more, stared down at the flagstone porch, and sighed in defeat.

Scott moved along the front of the house to a window and cupped his hand over the glass to peer inside. He looked around the living room and found it empty. He continued to the side of the house, being careful to avoid crumpling his work as his stress level continued to climb. As he rounded the corner, he heard the soft sounds of music coming from the backyard.

When he reached the fence, he saw a woman sunbathing near the pool in a large cushioned lounge chair. She appeared to be in her early forties, and her eyes were closed. She wore a bright white bikini, which appeared to not nearly be up to the task of covering her full breasts. Her long, dark brown hair accented her attractive face. She was breathtaking, and for a moment Scott forgot all about the paper or Professor Wright or college or his parents or any of it.

As he stood there staring, his young hormones burst into action. He was quickly and painfully reminded of how long it had been since he’d last had sex. That one-night stand romp after a night of drinking was amazing—well, at least what he could remember of it seemed like a good memory. And now, here he was with a month left before the end of the spring semester. He preferred not to do the math and figure out how many weeks—or even worse, days—it had been since someone else had participated in one of his orgasms.

Scott’s eyes traveled from the woman’s cleavage to her shapely hips and followed her toned legs down to her perfect ankles and, finally, to her tiny feet. He liked women’s feet. Maybe not to the point of being a fetishist, but he was a big fan.

He stood there with his eyes wide open as the sweat pooled on his forehead. He was too preoccupied to notice when the perspiration slid down his face toward his chin. He finally felt it as it dangled there, threatening to jump. Almost in slow motion, he tilted his head down and watched the droplet as it careened toward his cover page. He reflexively tried to move the paper out of the way, but he was too late. The large drop splashed on the cover page, smudging the title and most of his last name.

“Fuck,” he said as he proceeded to shake the paper dry.

The woman’s eyes shot open as she discovered the source of the expletive.

Scott looked up to her with an apologetic smile. “I… I’m sorry to bother you, but I was, uh…” His gaze once again became lost in her cleavage, and he tore his eyes away.

She sat up in her chair and gave him a curious smile. “Are you looking for Ted?”

He looked back to her. “Yes, I’m looking for Professor Wright. I’m a student in his English class.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid you just missed him.”

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

She stood and approached the fence with a cheery smile. Scott wore a frown even though now, with the woman standing, her breasts looked even more impressive. His eyes floated to them and then quickly returned to her face.

“I’m Ted’s wife, Rebecca. bursa escort He won’t be back until later this evening.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Scott—Scott Anderson—and I was hoping to drop off this paper that’s due today.”

Rebecca gave him a disapproving stare. “Now, didn’t you miss the deadline?”

He grimaced and then stammered, “My printer ran out of ink and I had to run to the library to print it. I… I… had to wait for a computer. That’s why I was late. I’m so sorry, I—”

She continued on with her stone-like glare. “My husband doesn’t allow any excuses. If you’re late, you get no credit, if I’m not mistaken.”

He sighed. “I know… I know that’s his policy, but I was going to beg him. If I get an F on this paper, I’m going to fail the class… and if I fail this class, my parents are going to stop paying for college, and I—”

Rebecca shook her head with a frown as he stared up to her with sad, desperate eyes. Her expression shifted into a smile. “I’m kidding with you.”

“Thank God.” He took a deep breath and gave her a hopeful look.

“It’ll be our little secret. I can slip the paper right in with his stack. He’ll never know.”

“You’re saving my life. I don’t know what to—”

“Just give it to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

Scott handed over the paper, and she took a quick glance. “Oh, the cover is smudged. That’s going to cost you a letter grade. Ted can be sort of anal retentive about these kinds of things.”

“I can deal with loosing a letter grade.”

“Why should you, when we can easily print you a new page? You want to come in and use the computer?”

“I’d really appreciate it.”

Rebecca smiled as she opened the gate for Scott. “Follow me.”

She turned and his eyes instantly locked onto her shapely ass. He had seen firsthand Professor Wright flirting with some of the female students in class, and he shook his head in disbelief. He thought, If I had a wife at home like this, I wouldn’t be looking at any other women. I’d be running home during lunch to do all kinds of things to her.

She grabbed the sheer cover-up from the lounge chair, slipped it over her shoulders, and then led him into the house.

Inside, Scott was impressed with the décor of the upscale residence. Rebecca stopped in the gourmet kitchen and turned to him with a smile. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

Rebecca headed toward the refrigerator, and Scott stared mesmerized at her legs as she walked gracefully away.

“Are you sure? I’m going to have some lemonade.” She opened the refrigerator door and bent down to pull open the fruit drawer. His mouth shot open when her cover-up lifted up, exposing a gorgeous view of her perfect heart-shaped ass.

“Um, well…” Scott stammered as blood began heading to his groin. “It is hot. I could use a drink.”

She pulled a lemon from the drawer, turned to him and smiled.

“Why don’t you use the computer while I get the drinks?” She pointed to a doorway. “It’s through there, in the den. You know what to do, right?”

“Thank you.”

Scott headed toward the computer as Rebecca placed the lemon on the cutting board and pulled a knife from the drawer.

He sat down in the large leather chair and adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. He gazed impressed at the mahogany desk and shelves lined with hundreds of books. Scott glanced at a picture on the desk of Ted and Rebecca in formalwear. Ted had a goofy look on his face, but she looked gorgeous.

He muttered to himself, “Wow.”

Tearing his eyes from the photo, he fired up the computer. He typed and formatted his cover page in the word processor and clicked the print button. As the page slipped into the tray, Rebecca walked through the doorway carrying two glasses. She handed Scott his glass.

“Thank you,” He took a quick sip and placed the glass on the desk. He turned and picked up his freshly-printed cover page. He glanced back to her shyly. “Do you have one of those staple remover things?”

“Here, I’ll do it for you. I used to be an office manager, but I’m working on my real estate license now.”

He smiled. “There’s a lot of money to be made there.”

“I hope so,” she said as she took the pages from him.

He watched as she reassembled his document, catching a quick glance of her cleavage as her cover-up spread open near her neck.

When she was finished, she glanced around the cluttered desk until she located the professor’s briefcase. Rebecca pulled it up to the desk, opened it, and looked inside to find a folder full of student papers.

“Here’s the stack.” She smiled. “I’ll just slip it in the middle. He’ll never even know.”

They shared a grin. She moved to sit in the chair across from him and took a sip of her lemonade.

He took another drink and smiled. “This is delicious. Thank you. Oh, and I really appreciate you letting me use the computer and—”

“Don’t mention it. Any student of Ted’s is…” çanakkale escort Her face contorted, and she qualified that thought with an angry edge to her voice. “Well not any student.”

Scott gave her a curious stare.

She took a sip. “He’s been known to get a little too close to some of his female students. The pretty ones mostly.”

“Huh,” Scott muttered while wearing a guilty look. She eyed him curiously as he took another big sip of lemonade.

“Is he tough on you in class?”

“Well, not really. I mean he seems to single me out and ridicule me for no real reason, but maybe he’s just trying to get me to do my best work.”

“No, he’s an ass,” she said, casually.

He looked at her, shocked.

Rebecca asked, “Have you noticed anyone in particular that he’s been giving any extra special attention to in your class?” She moved to the edge of her seat.

“Well, um, no, not that… uh…”

“Scott, come on. You can tell me. You do kind of owe me one. You should tell me the truth.”

“No, I mean there’s nothing to tell, really. Sure he’s a little nicer to the attractive girls, but I wouldn’t say that, uh, anyone…” He began to stammer as Rebecca gave him a tired look. “Okay, maybe Brittany or, possibly, there’s this girl named Ashley. He seems to treat them both a little differently…sort of.”

“Would that be Ashley Jones?”

“Yeah.”

Her words dripped with anger. “I know all about Ashley.”

Scott’s eyes widened. “Really? I used to date Ashley. Well, I mean, we went out, like, twice, but after that, she was always busy or… That was a few months ago.”

“Sorry to hear that. Did you two stop seeing each other around Spring Break?”

“Yeah, I think it was late March.”

“That’s when she started emailing him,” Rebecca said.

“You don’t think she and Professor Wright are, you know—” Scott asked with his heart sinking in his chest.

“Oh, I know they are,” Rebecca replied quickly.

“You saw them together?”

“No, but I installed this keystroke capture software on his computer and found out his email password.”

“I’m sure she’s just got a crush on him or something, and he’s not dumb enough to act on it or anything.”

“It’s a little more than a crush.” Rebecca frowned, stood, and moved to the computer. “Let me show you the emails.”

“I, uh…” he stammered, but she leaned over him and began typing on the keyboard. He lost his train of thought as he felt the heat from her body pouring onto him. She clicked the mouse, and her forearm brushed his shoulder.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

He glanced at where their skin had touched, half-expecting to see a red mark. Then his eyes traveled to her cleavage. He stared for a moment before closing his eyes and drinking in the scent of her sunscreen mixed with the intoxicating fragrance of her shampoo.

When his gaze floated up to Rebecca’s face, he caught her glancing out of the corner of her eye at him. She looked away quickly, but he could swear he saw a grin replace her frown just before she did. Leaning just a little closer to her, he took another deep breath and felt that familiar rush of heat to his groin. Then he noticed Rebecca struggling with the mouse as she tried to move the pointer across the screen.

Scott sprung into action spotting the cord trapped under the keyboard. Reaching out, he freed it for her. “There… that was, uh, stuck.”

He turned his eyes to her and caught her staring down at the bulge in his shorts. She must have felt his eyes on her because she quickly looked up at the screen.

“Oh, thank you,” she muttered as she fanned her hand in front of her face.

Rebecca shook her head and returned her focus to the computer as his glance traveled back to her cleavage. His mind drifted away somewhere with the two of them wearing much less clothing.

She clicked on an email and blurted out, “Ah, here it is.”

Scott’s eyes shot open as the sound of her voice brought him back to Earth. “What?”

“I found it.”

“Oh, I’m sure that they’re just friends, and he—”

She shot him a smug look. “Do your women friends ever send you close-up pictures of their pussies?”

On the PC, a full-screen picture appeared of a young woman with her legs spread and a tightly-zoomed image of her perfectly coiffed pubic hair over her stunning vagina.

Scott stared at the screen, mesmerized.

Rebecca repeated harshly, “Do they?”

He tore his eyes from the monitor and stammered, “Well, I, uh, don’t really have a lot of women friends, so I couldn’t say for—”

He stopped talking when she turned to glare at him. Rebecca rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the computer screen. She closed the image and scrolled up to the message. “Let me read it to you. ‘Teddy I need you inside me…again. I’m waiting. Why can’t you come over tonight? I’m so sad.'”

“Mrs. Wright, I’m sorry. I, uh…”

“No, I’m sorry that he probably stole her from you.”

“Are çankırı escort you sure that’s my Ashley? I think there are two Ashley Joneses in the senior class, and I really don’t recognize the picture of her.” She didn’t reply. Instead she searched for another email message as he continued, “We never actually… Not that I could probably pick a vagina out of a lineup or anything, but—”

After opening another message, she clicked on a picture attachment. “Is this her?”

An image of Ashley, Scott’s Ashley, appeared on the screen. His eyes went quickly from her face to her B-cup, perky, fully-exposed breasts, as she was topless. He ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck me.”

Scott sat there with his mouth wide open, overwhelmed by his own disappointment until he picked up the devastated look on Rebecca’s face. “Sorry. Gee. I mean, this is much more horrible for you… I barely know the girl, but this is your husband. I feel like a—”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s shocking when you learn that the person you love is having sex with someone else. It’s even more shocking when you find out he’s doing it over and over, and you have to move from college to college, and he swears it will never happen again… And like an idiot, you believe him.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Scott looked back to the picture on the desk of Ted and Rebecca and shook his head in disgust. “Ashley… I don’t… what does she see in him?” He sighed once again and then made eye contact with Rebecca. “I didn’t mean that. I mean, he’s a little too old for her, I guess.”

Rebecca scoffed. “No, I’m with you… what does she see in him? Let me read you this one.”

Uncomfortable, he stared at the screen as she closed the picture and read the email. “‘I need you to lick my pussy exactly like you did last night.'”

She turned to him, paused while just staring, and then said, “He never, ever licks my pussy.”

Scott opened his mouth to speak, decided he had nothing to offer, and then simply shrugged.

“I take that back. Maybe he did once, like five years ago, but he claims he doesn’t like to do it. Something about a pain in his jaw or… I don’t know.”

He shook his head before moving his hand to his chin. He began rubbing it while wearing a confused stare. “I had no idea he was—”

“Evidently he can’t pull his tongue from between Ashley’s thighs, but mine… he never gets close. And I can tell you, getting a Brazilian wax every three weeks is no picnic.”

“I’ll bet.”

She moved back to the chair and picked up her lemonade.

Scott stared at her for an awkward moment. “Thanks again for helping me, and I’m sorry about… you know. You are way more attractive than Ashley. And she’s not all that bright, and you really blow her away, looks wise. I’m serious… Not to mention your body is, uh…”

Rebecca grinned at him with her eyes wide as she pushed her hair away from her face self-consciously.

Scott cleared his throat. “Sorry, that was completely inappropriate.”

“No, it was nice to hear.” Her eyes traveled down his face to the curve of his shoulder to his toned bicep as it tested the tight band of the sleeve of his polo shirt.

He pulled at his collar nervously. “It’s really hot in here. Are you hot, because I’m hot.”

“No, but I’m just wearing a swim suit, so… Would you like to cool off in the pool?”

He sat up straight in the chair. “Oh, no, but thanks. I really should go.”

“Come on, it’s like a hundred degrees out there.”

“I don’t really have a bathing suit or anything and—”

“I’ll loan you one of Teddy’s. It’s one he’s never worn. His tiny penis has never been inside of it, I promise.”

“No, it’s not that. I just, uh…”

“I insist. He won’t be back for hours. I did help you with your paper. It’s the least you could do. I was about to go for a swim anyway.” She whispered, “It’s not safe to swim by yourself.”

“Oh, yeah… I think I heard that somewhere. The buddy system.”

She smiled. “Right. The buddy system. Okay, yeah.”

Rebecca shot out of her seat. “I’ll be right back with the suit.” She headed out of the room.

Rebecca waited in the pool as Scott stood in the den and stared at the swim trunks while still wearing all his clothes. He opened the wood blinds a bit and glanced out to the pool to see Rebecca floating on her back with her large, full breasts bouncing out of the water.

“Shit, what the hell am I doing?”

He sat down in the desk chair, moved his hands to his face, leaned back, and took a long, deep breath.

“Okay, just a swim. A quick swim and then I’ll get out of here.”

He stripped off his clothes and stared down to his penis, which was a bit more swollen than normal. “Don’t do this to me. Stay down.”

He pulled up the swim trunks over his now even-larger bulge and shook his head with a frown. “I can do this.”

Scott walked out to the patio with one hand draped casually over his groin. Rebecca watched him closely while wearing a slight smile as he made his way to the edge of the pool.

“How’s, uh, the water?” he muttered.

“Invigorating.”

He returned an uncomfortable smile as he stood on the edge and stared down at her.

She squinted up to him while shielding her eyes from the blaring sun. “Are you coming in?”

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It was a hot day and I was bored. I was also broke which put paid to any idea of going someplace. I was stuck at home and daytime TV is the pits. I just mooched around the house, feeling irritable and wondering what I could do to ease my boredom.

I did consider going out into the back yard and doing some tanning. I’d just bought a new bikini in a beautiful teal colour that suited me admirably. OK, it was a little on the brief side, but I had a figure that wasn’t hurt by wearing a very brief bikini. It would probably give my father a heart attack if he saw it, but it did cover the essential parts. I could just hear him saying ‘as long as you don’t sneeze’. He’s quite a master of sarcasm. Still, I’m nineteen and can please myself as to what I wear. (Not that I’d say that to him. He’d have his sarcasm-whip out and start beating me with it.)

The trouble with sun-bathing, apart from the potential of a fatherly heart-attack, was that it was just a bit too hot. There wasn’t any breeze to take the edge off the heat. What I really needed was my own swimming pool.

The thought of a pool brought an idea to my mind, fully grown and ready to be acted on. I’d been speaking to Martin yesterday. He’s the boy next door. He told me that his family were going down to their holiday house out by the lake for the weekend. I’d actually seen them drive off. That meant that there was no-one home and their very nice in-ground pool was being totally unused. It didn’t seem fair to me that such a nice pool should be so unused on such a hot day.

I knew that the Martens wouldn’t object to me having a dip, especially if they didn’t know about it. (Yeah, yeah, I know. The son’s name was Martin Marten. There should be a law about the names people give their children.)

I hopped over the fence, stripped down to my bikini, put on a bit of sunscreen, and laid down to enjoy the sunshine. Any time I got too hot I could just take a quick dip and cool off again.

I’d just had my first quick dip and was getting out again when I dislodged my top slightly. Not enough to flash anyone, but enough for me to see the faintest trace of a tan line. Now I have to admit that any tan lines I got from sunning myself in that bikini would be inconsequential. There was just no way anyone was going to notice them, apart from the one caused by the neck strap of the bikini. Even that would only leave the thinnest of white lines.

I was going to ignore the potential tan lines but the thought of them irritated me for some reason. It occurred to me that I had complete privacy and I could easily go nude with no-one noticing. I’d already noticed that the side gate was closed and locked so no-one would come barging in without me hearing them. You’d be surprised at how fast I’d be able to cover up if I heard someone coming. On second thoughts, if you’re a girl you won’t be surprised in the least.

I stripped off my bikini and lay down on the deck chair, not forgetting to rub some sunscreen into certain strategic areas. I tanned some more and when I got a little too warm I had another dip. Then it was back to the deck chair and some more lovely sunshine.

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself, Melanie.”

Those words were the first hint I had that I wasn’t alone. Seeing Mr Marten was standing at the foot of the deck chair and I was lying down flat on my back with my legs slightly parted it was way, way, too late to worry about grabbing my bikini. I did swing my legs off the deck chair and sit up, though.

“You’re down at the lake in your holiday home,” I said indignantly. “I saw you drive off.”

He just smiled while I tried to figure out what went wrong. I mean, Mrs Marten had been in the front passenger’s seat and Martin had been in the back.

“Oh. Jeff was driving, wasn’t he,” I mumbled, finally remembering his older son.

He graciously inclined his head, acknowledging the correct guess.

“I suppose you want me to go home now,” I said with a sigh.

“Now why would I suggest anything as silly as that?” he asked me, his eyes blatantly wandering over my body and taking in my charms.

I blushed. It was funny but apart from that first ‘oh my god I’m naked’ reaction I’d completely forgotten that little fact. Feeling his eyes running over me brought it sharply back to mind but there was no way I was going to show embarrassment by trying to cover up.

“Yes, well if you’ll excuse me,” I mumbled, looking around for my bikini and clothes, “I’ll get dressed and out of your bitlis escort way.”

“Don’t leave on my account,” he said, his amusement plain. “I quite enjoy seeing you here.”

“I’ll just bet you do,” I mumbled.

“I’ve already seen everything you have to show and very nice it is, too. By all means, just lie back down and relax again.”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, “with you standing there enjoying the sights.”

“Don’t be silly. I have already enjoyed the sights. If you decide to say I’m going to enjoy the taste and touch.”

Mr Marten was about forty and a big solid man. Would he make a grab at me if I tried to leave, I wondered nervously? I decided that he wouldn’t. For all that he was looking me over and teasing me he was a nice man. He wouldn’t grab me against my will.

While I was thinking this I was also giving him a quick look over. I got a distinct chill down my spine when I noticed the bulge at his groin. Quite a significant bulge it was.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still just a trifle nervous.

“You have a lovely body,” he calmly told me. “If you stay here I’m going to taste you all over, touch you all over, and then get in some healthy exercise with your assistance.”

Well, I couldn’t say I wasn’t being told. I could jump up, dressed, and bolt for home, or I stay where I was and get fucked. I was trying to persuade myself that he wouldn’t really do that but I was lying and I knew it. He most certainly would.

His intentions became clearer by the second as he was calmly stripping off. He’d already taken off his shirt and singlet and was now undoing his belt. I just sat there, blushing and feeling heat rising in my groin, while he started pushing his trousers and jocks down.

When that bulge broke loose from his clothes I could feel the heat inside me turn itself up a notch. The man had ample man-meat available with which to carry out his intentions.

I said something deep and meaningful along the lines of, “ah, urg,” while gesturing vaguely in the direct of his erection. He apparently understood what I meant, which was more than I did.

“Don’t worry,” he told me. “I’m sure you’re quite capable of handling little things like that with no problems.”

If he considered that little I definitely didn’t want to meet one that he called big. He knelt down next to me, one large hand resting on my breasts, and pressing me slightly, facilitating my lying flat my back again. He also helped lift my legs so I was lying down properly, legs nicely parted.

He started with the taste test right off. He gave me a very sweet kiss and then his lips started drifting. He tasted his way along the line of my chin, down the side of my neck, over my shoulder, and settled on my breast. It turned out that he needed to make a very detailed examination of my breasts, his mouth drifting from one to the other and back again, teasing each nipple in turn, gently suckling on them.

When he’d finished with my breasts (although I had no doubt he’d return to them) him mouth travelled on. Across my tummy, over my mons, forcing my legs a little wider while he tasted my lips. Then he continued on, tasting the insides of my thighs, moving slowly down until he finished up at my ankles. The thing that I found odd was that the entire time he was tasting me he didn’t touch me with anything but his mouth.

That changed when he started back up. While his mouth was on one leg his hand was on the other, stroking and rubbing. Back up my legs he went, mouth finally closing upon my mound again, his tongue darting about, sliding between my lips and building on the arousal that he’d so deftly started.

When his mouth moved on a hand remained, continuing to rub me intimately. As I guessed he returned to my breasts, his free hand closing over one while his mouth teased the other. Then it was back up, moving towards my mouth, while his hand stayed behind, rubbing my breasts.

He finally released me, moving back a little. I was a mess of quivering nerves, knowing what was coming and just wishing he’d start before I died of frustration. He slid a hand under my bottom and one under my back and lifted me up away from the deckchair, a quick kick pushing it out from under me. That done he lowered me onto the grass.

“That silly chair would collapse if I joined you on it,” he said and I have to admit he probably had a point.

He reached out a foot and slid it between my ankles, encouraging my legs to spread wider, considerably bolu escort wider. Then he was rolling over, moving into position between my thighs, his cock looking enormous as it hovered above me.

Until I saw his cock poised above me I hadn’t even realised that there’d been something missing. It has been my experience that a boy’s first move is to whip out his cock and practically thrust it into your hand so you could treasure it. Mr Marten hadn’t bothered. He’d just concentrated on touching me, apparently confident that his cock would be ready and primed for action when he wanted it.

I found myself hitching myself up onto my elbows, wanting to see what he was doing. His fingers spread my lips apart and the tip of his cock pressed against me. I could see and feel it butting against my softness and when he moved his hand away I could see my lips closing over him, holding him.

He leaned more heavily against me, his cock sinking slowly deeper, with me watching as it slowly disappeared inside me. I could feel it, deep inside me, stretching me, making itself at home. I had no intention of pushing to meet it. Something that size could take its own sweet time, getting comfortable without an assist from me. My time would come.

He gave one last push and slapped home, lowering himself to lie on top of me at the same time, his hands coming up to claim my breasts. If I’d stopped to think about it I would have thought that he’d be heavy, lying on me like that, but it just felt right and I was happy to take his weight.

He started moving, slow short movements to start with, with me finally getting my turn and pushing to meet him. His strokes got longer and faster and I kept pace with him, relishing the feel of him inside me. He was quiet as he took me, breathing a little harder but driving in firmly with a slight smile on his face. I’d like to say I was just as quiet, taking him in the same way, but I would be lying.

Right from his first full stroke I was, “Oh, oh, oh, wow, wow, wow, ah, ah, ah,” giving voice loudly as I was carried away by the feelings he was stirring up inside me.

Mr Marten kept banging into me and I kept sounding off. I have to admit I wouldn’t dream of saying some of the words I used in the normal course of events. He seemed to find my language amusing.

I was all ready to scream my fool head off when he finally stepped up the pace. It only took a couple more thrusts and I climaxed and yes, I did scream. From the way Mr Marten was bouncing on me I’d have to say he was having his own climax.

I lay there exhausted and found out that yes, Mr Marten was heavy when he was lying on me. I gave him a feeble push and he laughed and rolled to one side, still breathing deeply.

After a few minutes recovering he got up onto one knee. His hand slid under my bottom and back and he rose to his feet, lifting me with him. (He was a lot stronger that I’d have ever guessed.) Holding me like that he took a couple of steps and then the rotten swine threw me. I gave a shriek and landed in the water, closely followed by him joining me.

“Take a swim,” he told me. “Wash yourself down and cool off. I’ll turn on the pump when we get out so the pool will get cleaned.”

I grumbled and did as he said, but after a few minutes I scrambled back out. I still had some sunbathing to do.

I was going to set up the deckchair again but Mr Marten grabbed my hand, pulling me back over onto the grass. He laid down on his back, pulling me down onto my knees.

“Time for seconds,” he told me.

I looked rather pointedly at his non-erection and smirked.

“Ah, I’m capable of such a feat,” I said delicately, “but it appears that there may be a missing element.”

“True,” he agreed, “and we both know what that element is. Your mouth,” he added, to my shock.

He must have successfully read the stunned look on my face because he smiled and explained further.

“I’m sure someone with a mouth as sweet as yours can coax the fallen into standing again. Once that is done you’ll be able to climb aboard and entertain yourself.”

Now I had a problem. I’d always avoided doing that sort of thing and wasn’t really sure what to do. Yes, I knew in theory but there was always a difference between theory and practice. I could always say no and he’d probably accept it but he’d be laughing at me, I just knew it.

I just knew I was blushing like crazy as I took hold of his cock and bent over it. To my surprise I burdur escort was almost slapped in the face by it before I’d even opened my mouth. Just holding it in my hand seemed to give it a new lease of life. The trouble was I couldn’t be sure it would stay like that without a little extra encouragement.

I was as nervous as a kitten I took him into my mouth. He was big and hot and I wondered what would happen if I bit him. I couldn’t help it. The thought just crossed my mind and I wanted to laugh like crazy. Bit hard to when my mouth was so full.

I applied a gentle suction and it seemed to me that he grew even bigger. My head bobbed up and down a little, stroking the sides. (Only a little or I might have choked to death. We had to give her the Heimlich procedure because she was choking. No thank you.)

My tongue played with him and I could feel him tensing up for some reason. Curious, I grazed the head with my teeth and Mr Marten said a very rude word. I did it again and he said it again. It appeared that the head of his cock was very sensitive. Who knew? (Probably everyone but me but I was now part of the everyone.)

I spent what seemed like an age to me stoking the boiler, getting him in a fit condition to perform. It was probably only a minute or so but it seemed longer. When I pulled my head away to admire my work his cock looked enormous. Had it really been that big earlier? Probably. I had to remember that I was now looking at it from a much closer range.

Then the second part of his instructions kicked in. First coax and then climb aboard. It certainly looked coaxed enough to perform and I suspected that I’d have no problems climbing aboard. (That was something I’d done before, although not with him.)

I swung my leg over him, straddling him. One hand holding him I eased myself down onto him. As soon as I was starting to press down onto him I could feel him tensing to thrust up into me. I wasn’t having that.

“No,” I said quickly. “You said this was my turn. You’ll have to wait until I’m ready.”

He settled down and so did I, but where he just relaxed a little I took my time and slowly sank down onto his cock, taking it deep within me. It was fun. He’d been nice and considerate the first time, taking it slow so that I had a chance to adjust. I repaid him by also taking it nice and slow. Perhaps a little slower than he expected but that was the way things went. OK, I confess, I was a lot slower than he expected, but it was fun watching him grit his teeth as he fought to control his masculine urges to nail me to the ground and bounce on me until I screamed.

By the time I was fully impaled on his lance Mr Marten was giving me a very nasty look.

“If you’re quite sure you’re ready,” he said through gritted teeth, and I nodded, smiling happily. He might have been all over me the first time but this time I was doing just fine.

I started bouncing happily, sliding up and down his shaft with some gusto. I was, quite naturally, being helped out by Mr Marten, him thrusting upward in a most determined manner when I bounced.

I initially thought that he’d be so done up already that he wouldn’t be able to last long. I found out my error soon enough. He was so done up by the first encounter it was going to take him longer to be ready to fire, not shorter.

He was taking full advantage of the situation, too. I was all geed up from the first session and I was ready to climax real fast. That rotten swine was deliberately holding me back, stopping me from climaxing. Really, a man should be above such a petty vengeance.

I was bouncing and squirming and pleading and being driven out of my mind, my body a burning mass of need that he could assuage any time he wanted. He just didn’t want to. I was gasping and swearing and generally letting my feelings be known and he was laughing and helping me bounce too damn slowly.

I swear, by the time he was ready I was ready to commit murder. When he started thrusting home as though he meant it I lasted one bounce and then I exploded, this time with an even louder scream.

Afterwards I was slumped on top of him. No worries about weight in that situation. He just lay under me, stroking my bottom.

“Pool,” he finally said, and we both finished up in the water getting cleaned up again.

When we got out of the pool he told me to continue sunbathing. He had some things he had to do. I settled back down on the deckchair, too spent to do anything. Then I had a thought and I found I wasn’t too tired to scramble into my bikini. It wasn’t that I was expecting anyone to turn up but I hadn’t expected Mr Marten, had I?

Still, while I relaxed and tanned there was one tiny little thing running through my mind. Just what had he meant by saying until next time?

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Chapter 7 — Black

After the rumpus at Thuy’s house, Nguyet and I took a break. We let almost a month pass by before we even spoke to each other again. I guessed neither of us wanted to be the first to propose another threesome. Anyway, I believed we needed a session without Thuy first. Just to tickle Nguyet’s fancy a little bit, however, I suggested she buy stockings, either black or white. Or both.

When she responded, she didn’t mention the matter but asked when we could meet again, as there was some news regarding Thuy. Nguyet sometimes drove me crazy with her hints, but then, in the past, they all had turned out fun to talk about. I suggested we meet at an older coffee shop that was on a fairly busy street, pretty much downtown. Nguyet had become more adventurous too, and our forays were also nicely spaced; we only saw each other once a month. As much fun as it had been with Thuy, I was looking forward to talking to Nguyet again.

She had questioned my choice of the café, but I had been coming here for years and I had actually fantasized about being here with her. Of course, in my fantasy, she would wear her trademark black skirt, open her legs a little bit and let me see her panties or perhaps even take them off. As we had enacted the whole reverie in the most glorious fashion a few months back, however, my desire to act it out in just that way had subsided.

When she showed up, however, my heart started racing and my mouth went dry. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a grey and black checked skirt and jacket, with a white blouse underneath, black stockings and nice, flat shoes. Her stockings (or tights?) brought out the perfection of her legs, while her lady’s suit looked just quietly elegant.

“If you dress like that, we will be found out, because everyone remembers such a beautiful woman,” I said.

“I wanna see that. As you know, I haven’t attracted anyone’s attention but yours so far,” she countered, still standing and holding on to the back of her chair.

“What about Thuy’s?” I wisecracked.

“She doesn’t count. She only talked to me because she thought I was a virgin,” she quipped.

“Anyway, sit down, and have a coffee. You truly look dazzling. I’m so happy to see you,” I told her. “So, what’s the news about Thuy?”

We ordered something to drink for her and Nguyet continued. “She’s got a boyfriend, a new coworker. They’ve gone out a few times already.”

“We lucked out then, I would say.”

Nguyet frowned and asked what I meant. “Thuy wouldn’t agree to a threesome now, I believe. In hindsight, what do you think of our little orgy?”

“That was quite something, yeah. I loved everything about it. I liked watching you fuck Thuy, I liked caressing her and being fondled by her, too. And, then, of course, I got fucked, too,” she summarized the deal. “I would do it again. What about you?”

“Don’t forget that you had semen, mixed with her and your own pussy juice drip on your face. That’s what I won’t forget. Anyway, yes, I’m glad we got to experience it,” I admitted.

“What did Thuy tell you?” I asked to get the complete picture.

“She said she liked how it all happened. She would have preferred to have a boyfriend and everything be romantic, but since that seemed impossible, what we did was awesome. Having me there helped her to get over her anxiety, I think.” Nguyet summarized.

“Would you like to do it together with someone again?” I asked since I had fantasized about doing two of our former coworkers for a long time, but I wanted to test the waters first.

“Yes, I think so, but not right away,” she said. “Let’s have an afternoon balıkesir escort where it’s just us.”

“Do you want another drink?” I asked since we were out of coffee.

“Maybe. What’s the plan anyway?”

“I’ve often thought about going to this small hotel, 200 meters up the street from here,” I admitted. “I wanna take you there.”

“But that’s right in the center of town. You pass it on your way to work every day,” she cautioned.

“Yeah, I know, but that’s perhaps why I have started fantasizing about it. “On a scale from 1 to horny, how horny are you?”

“I’m always horny when I see you. We only see each other once a month and unlike you I’m not married, nor do I masturbate,” she jibed.

“You should perhaps masturbate more,” I suggested and said: “We’ll have another coffee and decide then.”

“My dad’s at home, by the way. He’s sick. So, we gotta go somewhere else anyway. He asked me where I was going dressed like I am,” Nguyet said with a challenging smile.

“What did you say? ‘I’m going to fuck a married man at a hotel’?”

“Ha-ha. No, I said I was going to a company lunch with clients.”

“But it’s your day off, he must have wondered.”

“Yeah. I told my dad I was getting overtime hours for the lunch and it was important,” Nguyet smiled about her clever answer.

“It is important, you’re right,” I quipped.

“The funny thing is, I didn’t know he would be at home until I was all dolled up. Imagine this: As I was dressing to meet you—rolling my stockings up slowly and carefully, with one foot on the chair, envisioning you coming inside me—I hear my dad’s voice downstairs. I was already getting horny.” She sounded a little annoyed.

“Now, okay, I guess we should consider ourselves lucky that we weren’t there when he got back home,” I was trying to swing her mood over to the positive side. “Anyway, you said you’re wearing stockings, not tights?”

“Yes, I went and bought some when you said you liked them. When you texted me earlier this week, I had bought them already,” she admitted.

“This is so sweet,” I was moved. “Do you like wearing them? Don’t doll up just for me. Doll up for yourself.”

“I know. I do these things for you and me. I told you I wanted to go and fuck Thuy together with you. And we did. And now with the stockings, I think that’s actually a great idea. Look how gorgeous they look!” she was proud of herself.

“Oh, I know. Look, how gorgeous you look. I knew it already when I suggested you buy stockings back at the fancy coffee shop.” I was happy that things were really working out. “Can you open your legs a little bit and lift your skirt up?”

She checked if anyone could see us, but then she just did it. And what could I say? This was one of the most powerful sensual moments of my life. Her calves’ perfect shape was enhanced by the black fabric, but her thighs were yet on another level. Under her skirt, I saw her perfectly shaped legs but then also two inches of white flesh, where the stockings ended. That contrast between nature and culture turned me on like nothing else. And, all the way up there, I saw a black triangle.

“You aren’t wearing panties?” I asked incredulously.

“Of course, I am. They are new too. I bought them together with the black stockings since I didn’t have a black pair yet.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say, but this is making me hot.” I was really speechless.

“The thing is, Ben, I can’t wear outfits like this often and when I do, no one but you appreciates them,” Nguyet reminded me. “I like dressing up like a classy lady, and I love how much you appreciate me but bartın escort sometimes I wonder how long this will last before we get discovered.”

“I know, but if we feel so strongly,” I replied, “we shouldn’t focus on being discovered or that it will not last forever. Nothing does. We need to live our desires while we can. Otherwise, we’ll regret it.”

“OK, let’s go to a nice hotel but not right here in town,” she said.

The way we were dressed, we should go to some decent place, she was right. As I was paying for coffee, I suggested going to the place we had been to before. “Last time, we didn’t use the bed. Let’s check it out,” I said jokingly.

She frowned and kept thinking. “I don’t wanna go to the same place twice.”

We both knew, however, a street along the river where there were many small hotels which rented rooms by the hour. Many unmarried couples went there; it was an open secret. We picked the nicest looking place.

Once we were in the room, we met at the window and were looking at the river. She took off her suit jacket and put it carefully over the back of a chair. It was quiet. I looked at her beautiful white blouse and her small breasts underneath. The material of the shirt was so thick that I couldn’t see her bra, which was probably black, though. We kissed and I caressed her face. She had her hands on my sides and I started to unbutton her blouse. She was breathing more heavily.

Yes, the bra was black, and I asked about it. She had bought it together with her stockings and the new black panties. I pressed my hand on the middle of her skirt in the front as she kept unbuttoning. We kissed again. As I wanted to admire the view of her stocking-clad legs, I lifted up her skirt. The white flesh above her stockings looked absolutely enticing. I touched it and fondled her pussy a little. Her lips were protruding, and her pussy seemed already open and wet. She took off her blouse and put it over her jacket on the chair. I admired her small collar bones, her bra, and her graceful arms. As I felt an erection coming, I was thinking about our next move.

Nguyet opened her bra in the back and took it off slowly. As I had observed before, her breasts seemed a little bigger now than they were six months ago. I didn’t know why, but perhaps her body responded well to her having regular intercourse. I don’t think she had gained weight elsewhere. She was heaving a little when I moved closer to hold her waist and kiss her again. As I was running my fingertips over her skin, she reached for my crotch and massaged my balls ever so slightly through my pants.

I was looking for a button on her skirt but couldn’t find it. However, there was a hidden zipper on one side. Nguyet pulled it down and stepped out of her skirt. Now, she was only wearing panties and stockings and looked tantalizing. She propped herself up on the balls of her feet and kissed me again. She was holding one of my hands and with the other, she opened my pants. I reached behind her and squeezed her butt cheeks.

We moved over close to the bed, and she was watching me as I was taking off my clothes. She moved to the center of the bed and propped herself up on her lower arms. When I was approaching her, she put her finger in the sides of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bush up near the lacy tops of her stockings. It was as black as her panties. Below her bush, her dark violet inner lips had already opened. To see her on the white bed with her black stockings and her pussy half open was more than alluring. I was mesmerized and overwhelmed. My dick had reached an intense level of erectness. It was batman escort close to my belly button.

When I lowered myself onto Nguyet, with my elbows next to her head, my glans was throbbing and wet. I looked down, past my torso, one more time to see her white flesh, as it was framed by her black, lacy stockings. I don’t recall if I went in all at once or in incremental steps; I only remember that my dick was fully engulfed in her soft, moist, velvety sheath. I thrusted at medium speed and felt the soft material of her hosiery on my legs.

I bent my back upwards a little so that we could look at each other. The last six months were passing in my mind. Of course, I was now familiar with her body, the smell of her skin, hair, and pussy. It aroused me fully, and I was more than glad that she had relinquished herself after we had known each other for so long with nothing happening. I don’t know how long this affair would last; I didn’t have any experience in this kind of matter. I didn’t know how or why it would end. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to end. I was experiencing pleasure that I wasn’t getting in my marriage in this intensity, and I had a hunch that if Nguyet and I were married, we wouldn’t be reaching these heights of arousal and satisfaction every month either.

Nguyet was moaning quietly, and she had just turned her head to one side. She was clenching her teeth as was banging her. I had started to pull almost out with every thrust, which took some concentration. The longer thrusts were worth it, but I couldn’t hold back for much longer. When I stopped thrusting, Nguyet sort of woke up and looked at me. She smiled as I was just inside her quietly. It felt like my dick was still swelling and she readjusted her legs. Now I felt her feet resting on my back.

I reached under her back and lifted her up so that she was now sitting in my lap. This way, I could admire her face, her body, and her stockings. She put her hands onto her knees and fiddled a bit before she began moving her body up and down. Her feet were next to me on the bed, and as she was sitting on my hands, I supported her when she started to lift herself up rhythmically. For balance, she put her hands on the back of my neck. Watching her thigh muscles flex turned me on like only few things before. Nguyet was sobbing now and put her cheek on my chest. When she was exhausted from all the commotion, I was unloading inside her, pressing her ass onto my dick so that not a single drop would get lost. In a last-ditch effort, I leaned backwards and let my ass slide a foot towards the foot end of the bed, so we could lie down.

She was still shaking and sobbing a little when she was on top of me. I was holding on to that area of her body that isn’t ass anymore but not quite thigh yet, which was perhaps my favorite part of any women’s body. Eventually, she propped her head up onto her chin and was looking at me. She was sweating and smiling, blowing her hair away from the corner of her mouth. It was the cutest thing ever. I helped her put the hair behind her ears. Then I squeezed her butt cheeks and twiddled them. Nguyet got up and got her phone. She positioned herself and asked me to take a picture of her creampie, saying that Thuy doing the same thing had been ‘a great idea’.

“You aren’t worried that someone might see the picture?” I asked as she was lying next to me, looking at her phone.

“I’ll look at it a few more times and then delete it,” she said. “I’ve never really seen my pussy. Let alone semen oozing from it,” she laughed.

“You seem mighty proud of it,” I observed. “I love it. One side of me wants you to forward the picture to me.”

“Well, it was another awesome fuck today and, yes, I do feel good about that. Today might have been the best fuck ever,” she asserted.

I wasn’t sure about that but asked her to show me the picture again. “Yes, this is as good as it gets. So much for an important lunch with clients.”

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You look one last time in the mirror; you have prepped and pruned yourself in anticipation for this moment. Soon your man will be here; right now he is working his muscles. The thought of his broad chest, strong arms, and slim body send shivers up your spine. Tonight is a night for him. You are going to show just how much you love him.

You wonder over to the bed amongst candles, gently caressing yourself, eager to have him arrive. When he does, he is stunning, his muscles are bulging and defined, skin is smooth and inviting. He sees you and stops to admire the view. He smiles as he gazes upon your toned legs. He was moving with purpose, but now that purpose has changed, he moves toward you on the bed. You move to meet him, moving like a sultry predator, hunting her prey. You are ready to devour him.

You touch his chest and you can feel the electricity in your fingers. You run them down over his pectorals, admiring the curves and lines of your man. He takes you into his strong arms and kisses you passionately. You feel light headed and you melt in his embrace. But you regain your composure, this is his surprise tonight. You push ardahan escort him onto the bed laying him down on his back and gently kiss from his neck down his chest, teasing him with your lips and tongue. You run your hands and nails over his chest and shorts, gently touching his growing cock through his soft work out shorts. You place your face and mouth on his member, teasing him through his clothes. You can feel it pulsate with desire as it continues to grow. Slowly you pull down his shorts exposing him in all his glory. You eagerly admire his member and place your face close to it. You tease him, not quite touching it. You look into his eyes and smile and you gently blow your breath across it.

His cock has become very hard in anticipation of your actions. You kiss around his legs, never fully touching his manhood. Only for short brief moments do your lips brush against his member. Your hands explore his body, caressing and tracing the lines of his form. Slowly your kisses and licking get closer to his cock, which is now fully engorged. Finally you kiss the base of his cock, and run your tongue up artvin escort the shaft along the bottom all the way to the top. You kiss the tip, and then run kisses back down the shaft. As you do this you look into his eyes and see his face and lips parted in pleasure. You continue to tease his cock, kissing and licking, never quite giving everything. You keep kissing along the shaft, down around the base, licking his family jewels as he sometimes thrusts uncontrollably with anticipation. You never quite place his entire throbbing member into your mouth. You then grab his cock and gently stroke squeeze and stroke it. This continues to make him thrust a bit as he is unable to control his reactions. You feel the power you hold in your hand, the ability to control your man with desire.

You keep kissing and licking, sometimes stroking, sometimes licking sometimes just rubbing his cock around your lips, breathing heavy on it. Finally, you begin to place the tip into your mouth, he is quivering with the anticipation of feeling your soft mouth and tongue wrapped around his meat. You start slow, slowly sliding his bodrum escort cock across your lips, your tongue running circles over his meat. He gasps as you do this and look into his eyes again as you see pleasure contort his face. You continue to slide his meat into your mouth slowly then return to kisses along his shaft. You run your hands over his meat, amazed as to his size and eagerness. You alternate between teasing him with kisses and tongue, to gently stroking him with your hands, to rubbing his member across your lips and back to sliding it into your mouth. You bring him to the edge and then let him pull back, continually. Each time he moans in pleasure as you expertly play him across the playground of pleasure. Your own pussy has become wet listening to his moans and is ready for his cock to slide in and spread you wide. As you masterfully bring him to the brink and down again, you slide up his chest kissing his muscles as you go. You gently grind your wet pussy on his meat. You are so wet from his desire that his cock easily slides into you. He fills you completely and you both groan in pleasure. You both slowly rock back and forth as waves of ecstasy emanate from your groins. You both kiss passionately as you both reach climaxes simultaneously, inhaling each other’s breath, feeling each other’s skin, feeling him explode inside of you. As you both coast down on waves of emotion, you whisper in his ear, “You’re Welcome”.

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As my eyes follow the lightning path across the black sky and to the churning sea below, my mind drifts aimlessly. Random thoughts of you and of our precious time together cause me to smile wistfully. I think of all that we have shared, and of all that we have yet to share.

I wrap my arms around my waist, the thin satin gown and robe completely inappropriate for the brewing storm, the chilly wind swirling it around my thighs in an icy caress. Briefly considering going inside, I find myself unable to turn away from the magnificent display of the storm over the ocean. There is something exhilarating and wildly exciting about it. It is not yet raining here, but the rain can easily be seen slanting down when the lightning illuminates the sky. Even the loud rumbling thunder is not enough to induce any trepidation.

Knowing you will return shortly, I step forward to the railing of the balcony, leaning out to see the shoreline directly below. The narrow strip of sand is gone, only the tops of the rocks now visible at the seawall. As I step back, shivering slightly and uncertain whether from excitement or the chill, I feel your warm hands on my shoulders. Thinking that my thoughts must have conjured you somehow, I relax against your warmth, feeling your hands slide down my arms and cross over the tops to embrace me.

Your breath is soft and warm against the side of my neck, and I instinctively turn my face toward you. I feel your lips softly touch my cheek before nuzzling against my exposed neck. The chill in the air is much diminished by your presence, and I feel quite comfortable. Therefore, I cannot help smiling when I hear the words you whisper against my skin, a gentle rebuke for being out in the inclement weather.

I lift my arms over my head, linking my fingers together behind your neck, smiling again as your arms instinctively tighten around my waist. Continuing to watch the storm, in spite of the danger, I feel a deliciously familiar heat slowly spreading outward from your touch. Your fingers are teasing slowly along my ribcage, gradually upward. My breasts feel hot and swollen as your thumb brushes the softly rounded underside of them. My eyes close involuntarily and I am intensely aware of the tactile stimulation: a chilly wind, the cool satin fluttering against my lower body, the incredible heat of your touch, the soft pull of your lips on the sensitive flesh of my neck, and the solid wall of your body, blanketing my back with welcome heat.

I feel my heart rate quicken as your hands move higher suddenly, cupping both breasts simultaneously, your thumbs now brushing over the tight points. I press closer to you, feeling the evidence of your own arousal even as a warm dampness forms between my thighs. Sighing softly, I turn to face you, your lips softly touch mine, brushing lightly across them several times before applying any pressure at all. As the kiss deepens gradually, my body molds itself to yours. I feel your hands resting on my hips, pulling me closer still.

Our mouths mesh fully in a deep sensual kiss, sharing the air we breathe. One of your thighs presses between mine, feeling the heat easily through the fabric of our clothes. As our mouths finally separate, I kiss my way down your chin and throat, nibbling along your neck to the buttons at the collar of your shirt. My fingers easily manipulate the buttons loose, allowing my lips to continue aksaray escort a sensuous journey along your upper body.

My tongue lightly teases along your collarbone and down to your breastbone, where your heartbeat is easily detected under my lips. The buttons on your shirt continue to yield to my touch and my hands slide inside over your warm flesh. As I bury my face in your chest, nuzzling with my lips and tongue, I feel your hands grip my bottom. Groaning softly, I softly nibble your chest, letting my tongue tease over the sensitive nipples.

The incredible power of the storm is now unnoticed by either of us, the heat between us rendering the chill of the weather ineffective. The erotic combination of adrenaline and passion races along with our heartbeats, saturating every part of our bodies. I feel my knees weakening imperceptibly as your lips find the pulse fluttering at my throat. You guide me to one side of the sliding glass doors to the chaise lounge on the balcony, a reminder of the warmer summer days. You press me down onto the chaise, my body easily bending to your will. The hard, molded plastic of the lounge chair feels icy under me, but the heat you have kindled in me effectively blocks that sensation.

I am aware of your fingers and your lips on my body. The storm rages unnoticed while you manipulate my body, tweaking my nipples with your fingers. Your mouth feels hot on my skin and I find myself desperate for your possession. My mind races ahead, thinking of the coming act. I anticipate your mouth moving lower, across my breasts and stomach, finding the spot which only you could claim. Your hands easily move the gown aside, exposing my upper body to your eyes,. Displaying none of the urgency I feel, you slide your tongue around each nipple, sucking softly at first before allowing your teeth to graze the surfaces. The nipples swell and harden with your loving attention, and I am aware of your hands moving beneath the short gown. Your fingers are warm and demanding as you stroke my hip and slide slowly between my thighs.

The heat and moisture there leaves no doubt about my excitement. I whimper as your fingers enter me smoothly. Sucking harder at my nipples, you thrust your fingers deeply into my center. You shift your attention, pulling your fingers out and softly rubbing at my clit with the slick digits. I feel like screaming as you tease me, slowly and expertly pushing me toward the limits of my endurance. The tiny circles you trace around my clit have my hips arching and twitching involuntarily. I know you savor the unmistakable response of my body, and I surrender to you completely.

Finally, knowing how aroused I have become, you move lower, your breath barely touching my inner thighs. You place my hands as you want them, your voice husky as you instruct me to open myself to you. I feel the wind rising again; suddenly a light mist of the approaching rain covers us. Closing my eyes, I savor the contrast in sensation, the rain cold against my flushed skin. With my eyes closed, I am acutely aware of the warmth of your mouth pressed against me in the most intimate of kisses. Every teasing stroke of your tongue causes an involuntary physical reaction, the taut muscles of my inner thigh twitching, my hips rocking and arching against you.

I am vaguely aware that my breathing is erratic and my pulse amasya escort is racing. Coherent thought is utterly impossible now, and I am only aware of the delicious sensory overload. Your hands cradle my bottom, lifting me toward you imperceptibly; the hard cold plastic under me replaced with tender, warm flesh. I feel your tongue firmly massaging the tight swollen bud, motions unerringly calculated to create a maelstrom of feelings, linking me to the storm unexpectedly.

Opening my eyes, I see the jagged lightning illuminate the sky as your shoulders nudge my legs further apart, your lips and tongue tasting the excitement as my body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Several heartbeats pass before the loud booming thunder drowns out all other sound. Only then am I aware that I am moaning, gasping. Your name on my lips is a plea, but the nature of it is uncertain. Am I begging for you to stop, or begging you to continue? I am unsure myself, but you pause, raising your eyes to mine, questioning.

My body feels as if it is hovering in midair, only a few tender seconds from a soul-shattering explosion. The faint sheen of perspiration on my upper lip reminds me oddly that it was cold out here only moments, hours, days ago. Groaning in indecision and uncertainty, aching for something unknown, I watch your tongue slide through the trimmed, damp curls and back down into the smooth, warm cleft below. I feel it flutter lightly against my clit just as another mist of rain and gust of wind blow over us. With a sudden insight, I realize the secret to completion, the answer plain in the urgent storm around us.

Our eyes still meeting, I subtly shake my head, hearing your disappointment in the groaning sigh. Nevertheless, after a quick teasing foray with your tongue once more, you concede, accepting if not yet understanding. Standing requires a considerable effort, my legs trembling, weak. The rest of our clothing is lost in a moment, four hands eagerly assisting it on its way. As our bodies touch, warm flesh against warm flesh, I hear another impassioned moan accompany my own. My lips meet yours, softly but deeply kissing you, feeling your tongue slide over mine, tasting myself on your lips.

Instinctively, my body presses ever closer, attempting to surround your body with my own, or to be surrounded. Your hand slides down one side of my body, over the indentation of my waist and the soft curve of my hip. Realizing your intent as you hand reaches the top of my thigh, I wrap on leg around yours, feeling your throbbing maleness pressed against the warmth and dampness of me. Feeling your hand cup my bottom, I reluctantly step back a single step, urging you to take the chaise in my stead.

I explore your warm enticing body, first with my eyes, then my hands. Memorizing the contours, the texture of your skin, seeing your responses, I realize the depth of feelings we are sharing. Your eyes reflect a hunger, more than just desire or passion, and I know mine reflect the same. There is an urgency and at the same time, a need to prolong. My open mouth touches the side of your neck, swirling my tongue over the skin, savoring the slight salty taste of your flesh. Your chest and stomach are an open invitation, which I find it impossible to resist. Splaying my hands over your chest, I stroke, sometimes rubbing, sometimes barely grazing a finger over antalya escort the skin.

I hear you draw in a breath sharply as my hand slips lower, just brushing the nest of curls before moving sideways to slide down your hip and rest easily on the bunched muscle of your thigh. I trace teasing circles lightly on your inner thigh, your anticipation a very nearly tangible thing. My mouth moves lower, nibbling softly on your chest, tasting the salt of your skin and the sweet droplets of rainwater.

Reaching the evidence of your arousal, my lips hesitate, a soft exhalation causing a warm moist puff of air to caress the tip. Brushing my hair back with one hand, the other moves to caress you more intimately. Meeting your eyes, waiting anxiously, I hover. When the next flash of lightning makes the balcony as bright as daytime, my tongue slips along the underside tasting you intimately. I swirl my tongue wetly over the top of the sensitive head for several suspended seconds.

As the lightning slowly recedes, the crashing thunder surrounds us and my lips surround you. Any sounds either of us made were inaudible in the storm, but, then, maybe the storm is making the noise for us. I can feel your hands gently cradling my head as my lips envelop your arousal, my tongue massaging the shaft rhythmically, tasting, stroking, and sucking.

The urgency is ever increasing, the fury of the storm building and drawing nearer. Finally, you pull me away, finding me unresisting and agreeable. I move over you, hovering on the threshold, feeling the rain increasing, wetting my body, my hair. Once again, our eyes meet and hold, souls connecting, bodies yearning. When the lightning strikes again, I lower my body, both of us seeing, feeling, wanting, and aching. Three, four heartbeats later, the thunder comes. The storm is so close now. Your shaft is tightly sheathed in my body. I can feel the ridges and pulsing of it, even as my own body quivers and trembles.

When your hands would cup my breasts, I take them in my own, twining my fingers through yours, moving them behind my back as you embrace me, your lips devouring the tender flesh of my neck and collarbone. Leaning forward, I urge you back on the chaise, smiling when you easily lie back. My hips rock slowly at first, feeling the delicious slippery friction, feeling my fingertips tingle at the contact with yours, pressing my chest to yours, my nipples hard points against your warm rain-wet flesh. I wrap my legs around yours, my hands pressing yours down over your head, my lips meeting yours passionately. Every possible part of our bodies is linked, as it has to be tonight, the storm is closer, as are we.

Each jagged bolt of lightning is followed by the thunder, the pause between them growing ever shorter. As I move over you, rhythm as old as creation, I can feel the trembling in our bodies, the intensity and urgency overwhelming us. I feel your body tensing in anticipation, and the tiny pulsing indications of my explosion nearing. Heartbeats of time, moments suspended deliciously, stroke, kiss, so close, so desperate for completion.

The lightning reflected in your eyes, and in mine, the thunder following a heartbeat later, the adrenaline pulsed through us. Stroke, gasp, foreheads pressed together, lips meeting, air exchanging. Waiting, impatiently waiting…

The lightning, thunder, simultaneous around us, fireworks, lasting for a moment, the space of several lifetimes, drowning out the cries, moans, screams of two people, lost in a storm of passion and desire, reaching for a shining pinnacle together and sharing an exquisitely beautiful, soul shaking experience….

And the rain came pouring down…

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This is the continuation of the story… For those who haven’t read part 1, the basics are that I have managed to persuade a stranger I met on a train to take me home with the promise that I would lick her to orgasm. That achieved things moved forward…

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I sat up and studied her. There were traces of her age, but I’d seen a lot worse on women half her age, even though I didn’t know what that was. Maybe she was young, but had an older face! I moved so that I was kneeling next to her, a hand idly playing with a breast, fingers rolling around the nipple. She shifted, and moved her head towards my groin again, kissing up my thigh until she reached my soft cock and then kissing that too, making it stir. She opened up and took the whole of my flaccid penis in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue while it was held tight. Now I really had no idea why she was single. I altered my position, propping myself on my right arm and leaning over, kissing her belly button, pressing my tongue into it. She giggled around my prick as I swished in and out and her vibrating mouth stirred the blood flow more. I moved down, kissing as I went and soon had a mouthful of sticky hair. Her legs opened to allow my head room and my eyes were right over her vulva, vision full of the dark lips as they yawned into life again. I used my left hand to pull at her labia, peeling it aside and exposing the deep pink cleft. I moved my legs, stretching out so I was alongside, my cock still being sucked, but hardening by the second.

She spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to my gaze even more and I marveled at the sight of the river of cum that was still oozing from her hole. The lips close to the entrance were coated with spunk and I moved my tongue down, brushing her clit and then into the groove to taste the salty tang of my cum on her body. As her clit was touched she pulsed and a bubble of cream was expelled from her body. It rounded up and then dispersed against the lips, bursting and running down towards her perineum and her arse hole. I lapped up the cum that coated her labia, sucking a fleshy lip into my mouth and stretching it with my lips. My face was pressed onto her and I could smell the funky aroma that poured from her body. She reeked of sex and I inhaled deeply to savour it.

She was moaning again, muffled by having me in her mouth. I was almost completely hard now and she’d move her mouth down to allow for the extra inches. I tilted my head to look up, across the matted fur of her pussy and her heaving breasts to see her face, mouth pouting around the swollen shaft of my penis, slowly moving up and down, the red skin of the head coming into view before vanishing into her warm mouth again. I jerked my hips and watched as I thrust into her, her cheek bulging as the cock pushed into her mouth. She pulled back a bit and I tried to stop the natural instincts to start bucking into her throat. I licked her left labia with a long stroke of my tongue as she slid her mouth down me, her eyes catching mine and she slid off me, holding me to her mouth and extending her tongue across the exposed head. I groaned and turned to bury my mouth on her pussy and we both resumed our oral administrations.

I was enjoying tonguing her clit as I could watch the cum be squeezed from her cunt as I did so. She had started to breath heavier and soon she released my cock from her mouth and I looked to see her drop her head back, mouth agape and eyes closed. I ran my tongue along her crack, dipping it into the seeping hole and then swirled it around. She moved her hips to meet my mouth and I then started to kiss her pussy lips as I would her mouth, tongue snaking between the lips and seeking what was within, entwining it around the hard clitoris and smothering it with saliva. She was gasping, her pelvis pushing up into me to kiss me back. I was now feasting on her wet snatch, sucking the labia and clit into my mouth, lashing them with my tongue and speeding up the licking as her panting quickened. She moved her hips to point her clit towards me, so I fastened my lips around it and ran my tongue over and around, pinging it back and forth over the captive organ. She bucked, so I sucked harder and her cunt started pushing more liquid out, a frothy mix of our cum and fresh juice that sloshed and flowed around, getting stirred with my saliva by my busy tongue.

She yelped as I placed her clit between my teeth, I didn’t bite, but the hard material in stark contrast to the softness of my lips. I sucked her into me again and she moaned, long and loud. bayburt escort I pressed the point of my tongue onto the bud and she shuddered, her pelvis squirming under me and she arched her whole body, nearly throwing me off. I held tight, pushing onto her and squeezing my lips tight.

She let out a strangled cry and her hips bucked and then stayed pressed upward, onto my head that was pressing down on her. She shook, groaned and vibrated and then dropped back down on the bed, her hands reaching down to swat me away.

“Stop. Please stop.”

I rested with my face lying on her groin, smelling the fresh scent of her body as it mixed with the old smell of dried cum.

“Oh god.” she groaned and I kissed her open pussy.

She rolled over, despite the fact I was still across her, so I moved away to allow her to lie on her side, my head still level with her pubic thatch.

Her hand grabbed my hard cock again and I looked down as she took it into her mouth. I raised my head, propped myself up and reached across to put my other hand on her bottom and pulled it down, rolling her again so that her arse was pointed upwards, its curve profiled for me. I moved over and kissed the soft skin of her buttocks, there was very little flab, it was a fine behind for an older woman. As I moved my face closer to her crack I noticed the skin was wet and glistening, coated with semen and juices that had flowed down from her vagina. I moved closer and in doing so I pulled my cock away from her kiss.

“Awwww.” She complained as her mouth was emptied, but then moved so that she was prone on the bed. As much as her sucking felt good, I had other plans.

I moved her legs apart and knelt between them gazing at her round buttocks and up her slender back. Her hair was cut in a bob so I could see the nape of her neck and longed to suck and nibble on it. That would have to wait though. I reached down and pulled her upwards by the hips, her legs bending under her to support the weight and her back bending gently to allow her behind to point up at me. I used my knees between hers to spread her open and she complied, her body opening under me and letting me glimpse her anus. Her buttocks were now spread as she widened her legs. Underneath, her labia dropped down, heavy with blood. They parted like red velvet curtains, the juices lubricating them and making them shine. Against the dark pink of her pussy was a white arrow pointing the way. The cum was still oozing from her and acted as a beacon to her tight hole, which was also glinting with the wetness.

I moved closer, bending my hips to position my penis. The wet head brushed against her lips and I shifted so that the rounded head slipped between them as they dangled ajar. I followed the creamy path and felt her body against me. She moved her hips to position herself as she wanted and I pushed into the opening hole. She parted for me and I glided up her tunnel, being washed by her juice flow as I moved. I paused to look down, the head was inside her and the bright red skin under it was being gripped by her labia. I inched up, watching as the shaft entered, pushing her skin in as it went. She adjusted her hips, bending her back and pressing down and back towards me. I thrust and the final inch or so slammed up and our bodies slapped, my balls swinging to knock against the front of her pussy. We both gasped. We remained still for a moment to catch our breath and then I moved backwards, watching in fascination as the skin at the base of her vagina was drawn out, still holding tight to the retreating penis. I placed a finger on it to stroke it as it was pulled taught and it caused her to shudder. I withdrew until the domed head came into view, the flap of skin riding up over the ridge and wrapping around the smooth red head. I pushed back into her slowly, her sigh matching the insertion into her body. I pressed so my pubic hair tickled her anus, clearly visible now as her legs were so spread. I pulled out again, moving slowly backwards and then equally slowly inwards. As I penetrated her her anus would pucker and pout, matching the sigh coming from her mouth. It was smeared with liquid, some dry and some sparklingly wet and the ridges of the sphincter twinkled like a little star as they moved with the rhythm of the fucking.

I put my finger to her lower labia again, stroking it as I withdrew and caressing it as it was stretched back, continuing the stroke from her body to mine so that the tip of my digit was soaked with her juice. I placed it bilecik escort to my mouth and licked. I then spat on it and sucked it so that it was even wetter and placed the tip against the tight hole of her anus. As I moved forward the hole was pressed against tip. The next time I pressed harder, right up to the sphincter so that when I glided up her the edge of her anus had to push against the digit, causing it to part slightly so that I could feel the inside edge. I kept the finger there as I withdrew and increased the pressure. The next time I pushed forward her anus opened more around the tip of my finger and I could see the end of the nail being vanishing as the sphincter kissed it. She didn’t object, so I pressed harder as her rectum breathed in with my withdrawal and as it exhaled I pushed and the brown hole opened and only the cuticle was now visible. She still didn’t say anything, just groaned. I slid my cock up her tight pussy until I was buried in completely, her walls gripping me and moulding to the contours of my penis whilst bathing it with hot liquid. I held her hip with one hand and then pressed the other harder. The cuticle of the fingernail vanished as the wrinkled hole swallowed it and soon the first joint was opening her to allow it to get inside. She squirmed and pushed back on me, pressing my cock deeper in her cunt and my finger further up her rectum. I could now feel the hot, tight skin inside her arse and wiggled the finger against it, causing another squirm. I upped the pressure and the second joint nudged against her sphincter. I gently pulled out of her pussy up to the halfway point and then moved back up, pressing into her anus in tandem with the move and she opened, her anus relaxing and my finger slipping in fully just as my balls touched her vulva.

I wiggled the digit again and she groaned. I bent it and felt it pressing onto my cock in the next tunnel. Keeping it bent I pulled back and the tip dragged along the shaft and I could feel the rounded ridge of the head as it bumped the digit out of the way. The curve of the tip was clearly felt and I stroked it through the membrane of her body. It was an incredible sensation, possibly too good and I realised I should stop before it ended quickly! I straightened up and pushed into her and then slid the finger back, watching her wrinkled hole being dragged out as the bobble of the joints pressed from the inside. She turned her head to look at me as I played with her anus.

“You are a dirty one, aren’t you?” and then laughed.

Having her say that and look at me whilst I fingered her arse was enough to make me stop. Not because she looked like she didn’t like it, far from it, but because I was enjoying too much. I slid the finger from her and then placed the hand on her hip, holding her still for a while to calm myself. I moved my hands up her back to grip her shoulders and pulled myself along her, moving my head to whisper in her ear.

“Not dirty at all, your arse is very clean.” and then I moved to open my mouth across the back of her neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin as she sighed, moaned and then twisted her hips so that her bottom ground against my groin.

I held a piece of her neck between my teeth, biting softly and we started to move, both bucking until we were fucking like the dogs whose position we were in, short stabbing thrusts into her welcoming body as I nibbled and gripped her neck. My pace increased and my balls started to swing, occasionally looping up to slap against her pussy, making us both groan. I let go of her with my mouth, pressing my face next to hers over her shoulder and we panted together, side by side.

I raised myself and put my hands on the small of her back and bucked and ground into her. I pulled back and she would match my moves so we slammed together, the head of my cock burying itself deep inside her and opening her insides. We didn’t speak, just grunted and settled into a tempo that suited us. Then, on one withdrawal, she moved forward more, my wet cock slipping from her body, drawing strings of juice out of her that hung like vapour trails before their slender hold broke and they swung down to land on our legs.

I scrabbled to get back into her, reaching for her hips automatically, but they moved as she rolled onto her side.

“Here. Come her.” She beckoned with a wave. “I want you in my mouth.”

I shimmied up on my knees, not very elegant, but there is only so much you can do with a raging hard cock. I knelt on the bed next to bingöl escort her head and she reached out and placed her hand on my hip and closed in on my penis with her face.

“Hello” she said and then opened to engulf the soaked head with her lips. I threw my head back at the glorious sensation of her hot mouth. After the tightness of her cunt it was almost a relief to feel the hollow heat of her face, the lips warm around the base of the head and her saliva hot as it bathed, but with no skin pressing onto the sensitive skin it is a sure was to make a guy gasp with joy. She looked up and then moved her mouth down, taking most of my slippery cock easily inside her mouth, my glands feeling the tickle as they hit the back.

She pulled back, holding me tightly in her hand and looked up. “I want to see you cum.,” she stated before swallowing me again.

Who was I to deny her. I was pretty close and that urged me on. I moved my hips forward and slowly fucked her face as she gurgled around me. Her tongue would flit over the head and around the shaft and I jerked faster, involuntarily. I placed a hand on the back of her head and pressed down and I moved my hips up. She jiggled and adjusted her head angle and soon her nose was pressed into my dark pubic curls. She groaned and hummed her approval and the vibrations caressed the length of my cock. I had to pull away and drew back until just the head was in her. My feet were tingling and my whole body was electrified. Soon my balls were tightening and aching and I could see stars as my head swirled with pleasure as she twisted her tongue around my cock. I felt my cock swelling as the liquid boiled up and I groaned, trying to get the words out, but lost in pleasure.

She knew though. She pulled back and got her wish. Her eyes lowering from mine to fix on the Cyclops of my penis. Her mouth was still open as she watched the hole open as a stream of cream spat from it, stringing through the air between us and landing on the side of her nose, just below her right eye. It splattered down her cheek, with the trailing edge dripping over her lips. I let out a loud groan and felt the next burst traveling along the hard shaft, opening the tube as it rushed for the opening. She moved quickly, engulfing me just as I erupted again, the liquid slamming into the back of her throat as I bucked and she swallowed. She moved back to give my swollen head more room for the next wave of sperm, holding me in her lips tightly as the cock twitched and pulsed, filling her mouth with semen. I felt dizzy with the pleasure of the sensations and I bent over, my hands on the top of her head that was sucking the cum from my balls. Again I ejaculated, once more she sucked. I convulsed again and her mouth remained there, like a limpet around the end of my penis, taking everything that was shooting from me. One last burst from my scrotum and I threw my head back and groaned, my body shaking as it was emptied by her, with her eyes smiling up into mine.

“Oh goddddd.” was all I could manage as a trickle of creamy liquid escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down to her chin. She released me, sticking her tongue out to lick the drenched head clean of cum, squeezing the shaft with her hand to get the last drops out and onto her tongue. I shivered and slumped down, just staying kneeling by steadying myself with my arms. She grinned and more cum dripped out and as her smile widened there was a white froth along the line of her lips. She stuck out her tongue again, in jest and it was covered in globules of my sperm. She closed her lips and swallowed and I fell back on the bed, exhausted. She moved over me and kissed me, my tongue entering her mouth and tasting the cum. She then rolled off me and onto her back, sighing deeply. I moved next to her, staring at the profile of her face, her straight nose and solid jaw line, the gentle pout of her lips and the curve of her cheek. She had a good face, the features were clear and nothing was out of place or exaggerated. It did look odd that she had a large stream of cum across it though. It was meandering down across her cheek, leaving a damp trail on the edge of her nose. She licked the bits that flowed to her lips and a small stream of it trickled around her mouth, following a small line in her skin towards her chin. In the hollow between her bottom lip and the tip of her chin was a small pool of liquid and I moved over and opened my lips around it, sucking the cum from her, tasting the salt of her sweat and saliva and that of my sperm. She smiled again and some sperm ran into the creases as her face lit up. It was the only real sign of her age and my fluids were filling them and then leaving their pattern when her face tightened up again.

I lay next to her and wrapped an arm around her as we both drifted off. Yes, we were both very relaxed now.

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I stepped inside the house past Tony and into the hallway. Fiona closed the door behind me while Tony followed me into the kitchen and took my travel bag.

“I’ll just go and put this in your room.” He said, and rushed off upstairs.

I helped myself to a cold beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Fiona came in and sat next to me.

“Looks like you had an interesting journey.” She said.

I looked at her and smiled wickedly.

“You could say that. Come and smell this.”

I opened my mouth and blew out a breath over her face.

“Oh my god!” gasped Fiona, “You really did have a good time didn’t you? How much did you swallow down? I want details.” Fiona’s eyes sparkled.

“4 times,” I replied, “the first two were very heavy loads; the last two were less filling. I met him on the bus. We sat together and things just went on from there.”

I related my journey in detail with obvious omissions. I couldn’t mention that in my imagination I was fantasising about her boyfriend.

“You’re such a little slut and I’m so envious.” she said, “I wish things like that would happen to me. I must travel by bus more I suppose. Maybe some nice guy would cum in my mouth too, but things like that never seem to happen to me. Maybe it’s because you’re more slutty looking than me, and I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

I seriously felt like hitting her. Not because of the “Slutty looking” statement. That didn’t bother me and I knew she wasn’t insulting me. In fact, from her, it was a compliment. What really pissed me off was that she was living with, what I personally considered to be, the greatest man in the known universe and she wanted to drink cum from some short guy on a dirty old bus.

Ok, fine, I know that I’m probably idolising Tony and in reality his just a normal guy. But that’s not the point. For years I have been going slowly nuts thinking about him, fantasizing and pretending he was all mine. I was probably the only person who she shouldn’t be saying things to about betraying Tony. Of course, she didn’t know how I felt about him. She was just talking to a friend. But even so, I would have liked to punch her lights out. Tony was the only person I felt protective about.

“Who was the foreign guy who answered the phone on monday?” she asked.

“Just a guy I was fucking,” I replied smiling, “All cock and no brains but at least I didn’t have to put batteries in him and he did at least know how to pound my pussy.”

“You are something else.” She said laughing.

“Hey, you don’t tell Tony about these things do you? I would die of shame. It’s a girl’s thing after all.” I pleaded.

“Of course not!” she said in shock, “Like you said, its girls talk.

“What was the bus dude’s name? Did you even ask? Are you going to see him again?”

“His name is Ton… Tom.” I said, “And no, I’m not going to see him again.”

“Tom Tom? That’s cute. I suppose he never gets lost” She burst out laughing at her own joke.

I opened the beer and took a large mouthful making Tom’s taste disappear forever. I didn’t care about that anymore. Tony was just a few feet away and tonight in bed I would give myself the best finger fuck of all time knowing that he was in the room next to mine. Speaking of Tony, he’d been gone a long time.

Tony eventually came downstairs to the kitchen after 25 minutes.

“Where did you disappear to?” Fiona asked him absently.

“I took Sonia’s bag to her room.” he replied nervously.

Fiona stared at him.

“For 25 minutes? Is her room on the other side of London? This house isn’t that big.”

She spat the words out and I felt sorry for Tony. I didn’t know how he put up with her at times.

“You weren’t Wanking off again were you?” She continued, “You know how I hate to waste good cum.”

Fiona laughed as she said it. Tony glanced at me and blushed and I just looked away embarrassed for him. Fiona could be very crude.

“Oh yeah,” he replied flippantly. “You know I want to redecorate the living room and paint is very expensive these days. Besides, I’m sure you two had things to talk about.”

“Yup, afyon escort you could say that.” said Fiona, looking at me with a twisted smile.

I felt a little tired and in need of a hot shower. It had been a long and sweaty day.

“Do you guys mind if I have a quick shower? I feel really sticky.” I said.

“I bet you do.” said Fiona laughing, “You know where everything is. Help yourself Sonia. This is your home too you know that.”

“Thanks Fi.”

I finished my beer and stood up to go upstairs. It had been a long day and I felt drained.

I climbed the stairs to the guest room which I always used. Everything was the same as the last time I was there. My travel bag sat on top of the bed. I picked it up and started to remove items from it. The book, some clothes, and a sealed envelope with a typed message on the front which I didn’t remember packing.

PLEASE OPEN THIS WHEN YOU ARE COMPLETELY ALONE. It read.

I held it in my hands and looked at it. Maybe Tom had left me a note. He must have written it before he entered the bus. That’s probably why he was a little late. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly hid the envelope back inside the bag and proceeded to sort out the clothes I would wear after the shower.

There was a knock at the door, it was Tony.

“Are you decent?” he asked before entering.

“Not usually but you can come in anyway.” I winked at him when he entered. He paused for a second and then smiled. I felt my heart skip a beat.

“Just wanted to check that everything is alright and ask you if you need anything.” he said.

“Actually, everything is perfect, thanks Tony. How are things with you?” I asked.

He was being very attentive this time around. On other visits he would be cordial and very nice to me but never as charming as he was being now. I liked that very much.

“Life is good and better now that you’re here.” He said, “Anyway, if you need anything just shout”

He turned around and left before I had a chance to say thanks.

After the shower I dressed and went back downstairs. I was very hungry. I remembered I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast due to my nerves from the journey. I found Fiona in the kitchen preparing supper. When I say preparing supper I mean she was putting delivered Chinese food onto plates. She was never a good cook.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Yes, I feel born again, thanks Fi. How are things with you and Tony? Still going strong after, what? 6 years now?” I asked.

“Things are great. Good as ever,” she replied, “Although, between you and me, I feel that my life is a little stagnant recently. I feel that It needs a little adventure.

“Tony is great and everything, you know him, he’s the best and he never ever lets me down. He’s always there for me. But, I don’t know. It’s just me; I sometimes envy the life you lead. Free as a bird and doing whatever and whoever you want.” She confessed.

“You know what they say.” I responded, “Relationships are like underground trains. Those who are in the train want to get out and those who are on the platform want to get in. It’s just how life works I suppose”

“Are you telling me Sonia, that you would like a steady relationship?” she asked smiling, “You? Little miss ‘I fuck what and when I want’?”

I thought about my words for a second before answering, “Actually, sometimes I do. And I envy you a lot at times. When I am alone at home and haven’t got anyone to just be there for me, it can get a little lonely.”

It was much more than just companionship. I knew that, but I didn’t know how to say it to her without giving myself away. How could I possibly crave a loving relationship when, according to her point of view, I have never been truly in love? The fact that I was truly in love with her man was not something up for this conversation. I tried to tell her not to do something she’ll regret for the rest of her life.

“Fifi, don’t waste what you have for a fun 30 minutes.” I said, “Are you really prepared to risk loosing Tony for 50 millilitres of a stranger’s aydın escort cum in your mouth? Think about it. Is it really worth it?”

“Of course not.” she replied, “But you have to admit, it does get the blood pumping just thinking about it.”

She was a sucker for cum. She always had been and I never understood it. I liked to provoke men. I liked to feel very sexy and needed men to desire me and I would do dirty things to feel sexually attractive. I admit I was a slut at times. But Fiona was different. She just craved cum. It was like a drug to her. I had never met anyone like her before or since.

The conversation ended when Tony walked in. He carried a DVD in his hands which he’d just rented out for the weekend.

“Which film did you get?” asked Fiona.

“It’s called Swingers cum fest nine.” He answered grinning from ear to ear.

I looked at the DVD cover in shock, it was a blank blue rental cover and I couldn’t read the title, Fiona just burst out laughing.

“What film did you actually get? You’re scaring Sonia.” said Fiona.

I looked up and they were both staring at me. I must have gone white. I relaxed a little and smiled at them.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” said Tony, smiling at me while I slowly melted under the gaze of his beautiful dark eyes.

“It’s actually called 3:10 to Yuma. With that Australian guy you like.” He continued, moving to look at Fiona.

“Mel Gibson or Russell Crowe?” asked Fiona.

“Crowe.” Replied Tony

“Good, I like his films. But we’ll watch it tomorrow night, I’m too tired to stay up tonight.” said Fiona.

I agreed. I was very tired and I really wanted to get to bed early. I had a date with my fingers, my pussy and the thought of Tony in the next room.

We had the Chinese supper and chatted about nothing really important until around 11 o’clock before I told them that I was tired and said goodnight to my friends. I climbed the stairs and after a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and looked around. A small reflection caught my eye coming from a small box on top of one of the shelves on the corner. I stood up to have a closer look. It was a small 10cm decorative flower patterned box but on one of the darker flower patterns I saw a small round reflective object protruding from it. I looked closer. I was a camera lens. I went to the door to listen. Tony and Fiona were still downstairs and were arguing quietly. He was saying that he wasn’t very tired and that he was going to stay up a little longer. She was saying that she wanted to go to bed now because she’d had a long day.

Eventually Fiona went to bed. I heard her enter her room and close the door. Tony was still downstairs in the living room. I heard his computer boot up with the typical Windows tune on start up and then everything went quiet. Could it be that Fiona wasn’t joking when she said that she caught him masturbating? I wondered.

Suddenly like a flash, a thought popped into my head. I glance back at the hidden camera. Would Tony plant a camera to look at me? Is that why he took so long returning from putting my bag in the room? For a short while I felt violated. I didn’t know what to think. Why would Tony want to spy on me? Have I done something wrong? Did something go missing the last time I was here and he thinks it was me? I sat down on the bed to think.

Without looking in the camera’s direction at any point I just sat there almost crying. How could he think I would do anything bad to them? I would never steal from them… and then another thought suddenly hit me. What if?

I remembered the envelope which I found in my bag. I reached in, grabbed it quickly without being seen by the camera and went to the bathroom. I locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and opened envelope.

My heart raced while I read it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Dear Sonia,

I’m writing this letter to you because I can’t stand it any longer. I need to tell you something so important to me that I can’t tell you in person. After years of ağrı escort hell I have finally found the will and the courage to express something that will probably ruin our friendship forever. I’m sorry if this makes you think less of me. I just want you to know that I love you. I’ve always loved you. Never have I felt so strongly for someone in my life than how I feel for you. I know you and Fiona are very old and very good friends and I don’t want to ruin a friendship as deep as yours. I’m deeply sorry. I don’t expect you to respond in kind as I’m sure you don’t think of me in the same way. I only ask that you please, please keep this between us and don’t tell anyone else, especially Fiona. I can’t express enough how sorry I am to put you in this situation. Please don’t hate me too much.

You are always in my thoughts day and night and my heart, body and soul will always be yours even if we’re never together.

I just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

TONY

I sat there in the bathroom for 10 minutes while I read and re-read the letter. My heart was still racing; I felt slightly feint and I was ready to collapse. I finally got up and splashed water over my face and left the bathroom quietly. I now knew exactly what to do.

I climbed down the stairs quietly and peeked into the living room where Tony was sitting at his computer. On the monitor I could see a small window open with an image of my bed. Once I had confirmed that he was watching my room I returned upstairs and prepared to give him the same shock that he had given me. I laughed inside. What a little pervert he was, so he likes a good show does he?

Making a conscience effort to not look in the direction of the camera at any time, I sat on my bed and slowly began to undress. Taking each piece of clothing off and stacking them neatly on a chair I lay back totally naked on the bed. Very slowly I began to rub my body with my hands. I circled my breasts and weaved down to my crotch. Opening my legs I began to slip a finger in between my pussy lips and into my wet opening.

The light was on and I knew that Tony could see every detail. I inserted two fingers deep into my now gaping cunt, while still caressing my breast with my other hand. Then three fingers in and out. I was so wet that my inside legs and anus were dripping with my cunt cream. I had my eyes closed while I inserted my whole fist and started to fist fuck my pussy non stop. I lifted my bottom up from the bed and, sliding my other hand underneath my back, I inserted a finger into my anus. I was so wet down there that it went in easily. I lifted my bottom even more.

I wanted Tony to see exactly how dirty I could be. I was very close to coming. My fist moved faster and faster in my pussy and my finger was so deep into my ass that I could feel my own fist inside me.

Oh god it felt so good. I didn’t have to imagine a fake Tony, I knew he was watching me for real this time and I wanted to give him the best show ever. I expected he would be pounding his cock at the same time. I also knew that his cock would now be mine to fuck and to taste for real some day. Although I didn’t know exactly when or where, I knew my dream would come true eventually.

I started to really slam my fist inside my pussy and I started to cum hard again. I shook violently, my cream was gushing out of my pussy and I felt like screaming at the top of my voice.

When I removed my hands from between my legs I opened my eyes and stared directly at the camera. I licked my hand clean and then blew a kiss at the cam. There was a loud crashing noise from downstairs that startled me, and I heard Fiona’s door open and her footsteps rush downstairs.

“What’s happened?” she shrieked.

“Nothing,” I heard Tony reply quickly, “I think I fell asleep on the chair and fell off. I’m coming up straight away, I’m suddenly very tired.”

“Well you scared the crap out of me. Come on up to bed.”

“I’m coming, Fi.” said Tony finally.

Oh, you’ll be cumin alright, I thought with a grin, deep into the dark recesses of my soaking wet pussy and in my welcoming mouth. I knew that now. It was just a question of when and where.

I laughed quietly and felt happier than I could ever remember feeling. I turned off the light and fell asleep holding on to Tony’s letter as if it was a teddy bear. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in years.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Meet Fatima Alwan, a tall and very lovely Somali Muslim woman who has made a few bad decisions in her personal life and her private life. Like many people, Fatima is trying to get back on her feet after a rough time. At work, Fatima got into the government sector, also known as the most treacherous of all environments. This was back in 2010, and for the wide-eyed young woman that Fatima had been, the future looked bright. Now Fatima knows better, but is it too late?

Women in the workplace must operate differently from men, even in the Age of Equality. The truth is that the Canadian government is a tough place for minorities and women to work, especially in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Things operate a certain way in the Canadian Capital. Men and women of all races are equal…on paper. The white person is still first among equals though, and Canada never lets minorities forget it. That’s why so many minorities end up quitting and rushing to the private sector, where things looked a bit less bleak.

Fatima Alwan has always been different, and that’s made her something of an outcast among both Somalis and Canadians. The two communities couldn’t be further apart. As an openly bisexual Somali Canadian Muslim woman, Fatima doesn’t fit it into either world. To the deeply conservative Somali Muslim people, a woman who has sex with both sexes and speaks about it publicly is strange and unacceptable. To Canadians, Fatima Alwan is a novelty and nothing more.

Fatima Alwan had an affair with a French Canadian female co-worker named Roxanne Plamondon, and it turns out, the other woman only slept with her because Fatima had some influence after being promoted to manager. Who says lesbians can’t be cold and calculating in their dealings with women? Roxanne, a tall, gorgeous redhead with frosty blue eyes used her charms on Fatima. Roxanne used Fatima and discarded her, and this soured Fatima’s outlook on life and relationships, to say the adana escort least.

Fatima Alwan became depressed and her life spiraled out of control. The betrayal she suffered affected her self-esteem and mindset. In the end, Fatima’s work suffered, and she took too many days of sick leave. The Canadian government gave Fatima some time to get her affairs in order. When that didn’t work, the Canadian government demoted Fatima, and now she works under Roxanne, who took over as manager of their division. Isn’t life peachy keen?

Fatima Alwan recently decided to move on from her disastrous affair with Roxanne. She created a profile online and started online dating. Fatima is aware of the fact that she looked far different in 2019 than she did nearly a decade ago. At five-foot-eleven, she’d always been considered unusually tall for a Somali Muslim woman. Fatima still considers herself lovely, but was surprised when many people bypassed her profile. One day, Fatima received a message from an old friend…

Fatima Alwan met Suleiman when he was nineteen years old, a newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of the Republic of Haiti. Back in those days, Suleiman went by the name Salomon Magloire, since he hadn’t yet embraced Islam. In those days, Suleiman was trying to get his permanent residency in Canada and also enroll at Carleton University. Fatima knew that Suleiman was sweet on her, but considered him too young for her. Over the years, they lost touch…until now.

“Suleiman, I am flattered, but I think you’re better off dating women your own age,” Fatima Alwan said, and tall, curvy Somali Muslim woman flashed her good friend and former neighbor a wan smile. When they met in 2010, Fatima was attractive, and smart, at the very start of her thirties, and she had life on a string. Fatima had her bachelor’s degree from the University of Montreal and was going to succeed in the cutthroat government ankara escort sector of Ottawa, Ontario. Life turned out quite differently…

“You still look good to me,” Suleiman told Fatima, and then he kissed her. The two of them sat inside Place D’Orleans food court, one of the busiest malls in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Fatima, initially shocked by Suleiman’s kiss, surprised herself by kissing him back. When they came up for air, Suleiman winked at Fatima, who shyly returned his smile. The Haitian Muslim brother definitely had a way with the ladies…

Suleiman has come a long way from the handsome but lovesick and insecure young Haitian immigrant that Fatima Alwan remembered. They met at a social services office located off of Catherine Street, close to the Greyhound Bus Station. Suleiman was working on his resume and Fatima had come into the office to use their free printing services. Suleiman was the ingenue while Fatima was the sophisticated, successful businesswoman. That was then and this is now. How times have changed…

“Alright, handsome, you do kiss well, I’ll admit that,” Fatima said, and Suleiman grinned cockily. The years had been kind to Suleiman, and the brother looked good. He was done with his degree at Carleton University and these days, he worked for Shared Services. The brother looked good and he was doing good. Perhaps I’ll take a chance on Suleiman, Fatima thought, and then she kissed him.

“Let me take care of you,” Suleiman told Fatima, as they reached his apartment, located close to Nepean, Ontario. Fatima sat in the back of the Uber with Suleiman, and she’d been flirting with him and kissing him the entire ride. They exited the car, and went to his place. Suleiman gave Fatima a tour of the two-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-kitchen and three-closet place, and she found it neat. What happened next was pretty much by the numbers…

“You’re bold, brother, I like adıyaman escort it,” Fatima said as Suleiman sat her down on his living room couch, and went to work on her. She looked amazing and he wanted to pleasure her. Fatima hiked up her skirt, and spread her thick dark thighs wide open. Suleiman brought his handsome face to Fatima’s crotch and inhaled her womanly scent. Without further ado, he buried his face between her legs and began eating her pussy voraciously. Closing her eyes as Suleiman’s tongue slid into her pussy, Fatima relaxed and enjoyed…

“Just getting started,” Suleiman told Fatima, as he put her on all fours and admired her big beautiful ass. Fatima grinned and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open, exposing a fairly obvious target. Suleiman inhaled the scent of Fatima’s ass, then slid his tongue into her asshole even as he began fingering her. Fatima moaned softly as Suleiman worked his magic on her, licking and teasing her holes. If she’d known he was that talented, she would have tried him out sooner…

As the afternoon rolled on, Suleiman and Fatima continued with their wanton fun. He lay flat on the carpeted floor of the living room and she straddled him. Stark naked, her voluptuous, dark-skinned body in all of its glory, Fatima impaled herself on Suleiman’s hard dick. Suleiman bucked his hips, thrusting his hard dick into Fatima’s pussy while smacking her big round booty at the same time.

“Fuck me hard, and doggy style, if you can handle it,” Fatima said coyly, as she got on all fours and shook her big booty for Suleiman. The younger man’s eyes followed the Somali Muslim MILF’s thick round ass like a pendulum of temptation. Suleiman gripped Fatima’s ass and thrust into her, burying his dick deep inside her pussy. Pumping his hard dick into her cunt, the brother fucked the hell out of his favorite MILF…

Much later, Suleiman and Fatima lay on the carpet, reeking of their love juices, exhausted, but absolutely frigging happy. Fatima sighed with contentment while resting her head on the chest of a deeply snoring Suleiman. Perhaps she’d keep the tall, handsome Haitian Muslim brother around. Anything to help her get over Roxanne and her bullshit. It’s fun to finally move on…

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