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She lies alone in her bed, her eyes shutting out the pale moonlight that pours like a river into her silent bedroom. There is something unexplainable that stirs deep inside of her, causing her body to writhe in both desperation and in anxiety. She wants to laugh and to cry at the same time, as her emotions lead her in a reckless manner towards the unknown. Her body tenses and shakes, much like a blind, tortured soul. I remain hidden from her view, waiting for the perfect moment.

This solitary beauty has accepted the fact that she will not be sleeping tonight.

An unusual, yet erotic silence echoes throughout her room. A slight scent of lust seems to permeate from her stirring form. Her hands now begin to caress her sensitive skin, as she slowly alters her sheer gown. I remain hidden in the shadows; my eyes continue watching her hands exposing more of herself into the pale moonlight. Her hands press harder against her skin, slowly dancing up and down her sleek thighs. My eyes fixated on her body, as she slowly parted her legs. Her back arches in a raw desperation, while her hands caress her inner thigh. A sigh escapes her lips.

I remain concealed in the night, watching her embrace her sexual desire. She lies almost naked on her bed; the seductive sheer satin gown clings to her sensuous curves of her breasts. Her moist skin shimmers in the moonlight, emitting an aura of beauty and passion. I hear a gentle moan causing my blood to boil. Another moan breaks the silence. I closed my eyes, imagining her tortured voice calling out for me from across her room. Yet, I remain hidden.

Her left hand runs up her body, under her gown to touch her breasts. Her fingers dance around her newly aroused nipple of her left breast. Her hand moves to touch her other breast, each caress causing waves of intensity building deep inside of her. Her sheets are now crumpled at the foot of her bed, as they foreshadow the impending passions colliding on this night.

A sharp intake of breath hisses from me as I watch her pleasure herself. But she did not notice. Her right hand finally moves up her inner thigh, her fingers teasing her flesh in an intimate dance. Her left hand now slowly moves down from her breasts, making her way to her inner thigh. Her breathing quicken, echoing throughout the moonlit room. I feel a sudden, yet overwhelming pull towards her writhing body. However, I continue to fight the urge as I watch her.

Her eyes remain closed, as her mind plays out an erotic fantasy. The moonlight continues to expose her beauty. How odd it is, that I am able to sense the heat from her body from this distance. This only intensifies my growing arousal, gebze escort as my eyes continue to fixate on her. Her hands now move above her head, almost in an inviting way. Almost as if she is surrendering her body to me. She must know that I am close, I thought to myself as I move out of the shadows.

A soft moan of delight comes from her lips. I move silently next to her body. Her eyes remain shut while her vulnerable body waiting for me. “Please,” she begged in a whisper. My hands grasp her wrists, her skin hot to the touch. I lean over to kiss her wrists, moving my lips up her arms. Her back arches in delight, as I continue to firmly hold her hands above her head. I kiss her exposed neck and taste her salty flesh. I move closer to her ear, and moan softly.

Her body continues to shift and shake under me. My mouth reverses directions and move slowly back down her arm, closer to her wrists. I crawl on her bed, and reach with one hand into my trench coat pocket. Once I find what I’m looking for, I begin to bind her wrists together. Then I tie another leather strap to bind her hands to her bed. She offers no resistance, only pitiful moans and whispers.

I move back slowly, admiring her body basking in the pale moonlight. So courageous, I thought to myself as I watch her for a moment.

I move close to her face, so close I can feel her warm breath on my skin. Her eyes remain closed, as my tongue lashes out against her lower lip. I lick her lip one more time, savoring her desire. My tongue lightly drags on her lip for a moment, and then I pull back. I watch her lick her lips, tasting me on her.

A soft, surrendering sigh escapes her sensuous mouth. I lean close to her ear and whisper one word.

“Yes.”

This only seemed to amplify her desperation. My hand softly caresses her cheek, slowly moving down to her smooth neck. My fingertips eagerly explore her body, touching her soft breasts. I move away from her body again, and slowly walk around her bed towards her feet. I drag another leather strap on her legs, back and forth along her aching body. Her body convulses suddenly, as her senses are heightened more than ever now. I bind her left ankle down to her bed. I stand up to remove my coat. Her eyes open now, watching me remove my shirt.

I move over her body again, my hand sliding up the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her body flinches, and then begs for more of my touch. The fires inside of me now rages uncontrollably just by her touch. My pulse quickens.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper.

She obediently shut her eyes and remained prone for me. I am in complete control of her body now. gümüşhane escort I take a small dagger out from my rumpled coat on the floor. I place the flat of the blade on her thigh. I hear a sharp intake of breath from her, as the cold metal contrasts sharply with her hot flesh. Yet she remains still.

I move the dagger to her hip; my eyes continue to watch every exposed inch of her body. I take her delicate gown in my hand, and cut it away from her body slowly with the cold dagger. I remove the ripped lingerie from her body, and then use the cloth to blindfold her.

Now she is mine, I thought to myself as I place the dagger on her nightstand. Accepting whatever fate I decide for her. I move over her and kiss her mouth. I can taste the lust on her soft lips, as she returns my kiss with passionate force and destructive desire. My hands remove my pants while my lips never break free from our torrid kiss.

My hand touches her breast again. I nibble lightly on her lower lip, tasting her breath. Her back arches for me, wanting more with each passing moment. A desperate moan escapes into my mouth, while her body fights against her leather restraints. I continue this kiss, the beginning of our lustful union.

Our kiss stops suddenly. I watch her mouth, my finger traces lightly on her lips. She lashes her tongue out, to taste my finger.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged. But I paid no heed to her pleas. I move close to her neck, my breath hot against her skin. My lips lightly kiss her on soft flesh right below her ear. Another moan comes from her. I whisper one word into her ear.

“More?”

The only response was her head nodding frantically. Her breathing becomes heavier, as my lips start kissing the sensitive skin near her shoulder. My lips and hot breath sending shivers through her tortured body. Her skin tastes like salty sweat on roses, like fire on ice. My hand caresses her breast; her nipple hardens with excitement and anticipation.

My mouth takes her in, my tongue dances on her soft skin. Her body continues to writhe under me, aching for more.

“I want you,” came a forced gasp from her lips. My mouth engulfs her nipple, my tongue licking small circles against her. My hands firmly grasp her back, pulling her body against me.

After a short moment, my lips finally release her hard nipple. I continue down her body with soft kisses and warm licks. My lips drag across her naked form, down to her hip. She spreads her unbound leg for me, inviting me to taste her. I move down her thigh, leaving a trail of kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. My hands hold her hips down izmir escort firmly, as I am almost ready to taste her.

Time seemingly stops, as anticipation builds. I look at her naked body once more, moonlight still shining down against her. I admire her perfect breasts, her smooth pale skin.

My tongue finally touches her, tastes her. I cannot contain myself as I finally appease her. I lap up her arousal; my tongue licks up and down. I feel her body moving in rhythm with the tempo I have set. Her moaning gradually becomes louder, blending in with the sounds of me licking and sucking on her. Her heavy breathing grows as her impending ecstasy echoes throughout her room.

She screams a loud hiss of pleasure, her climax almost complete now. I continue to lick her desperately. Her body wracked with pleasure, as she attempts to pull away from my hungry mouth. Another loud moan breaks the silence, as my tongue moves away from her wet skin.

I move up her sensitive body, my tongue dragging against her skin. My lips wet from her, slowly snaking up her torso. I reach her breasts with my tongue, torturing her body once more.

Finally I reach her lips. I kiss her hard, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. I lay my body against hers, and slowly penetrate her. I enter her so easily, her wetness allowing me to slide with hardly any resistance. Her body still shakes with sensitivity, but she desires more. I press deeper into her soft body, excitement and bliss escapes her lips with a gasp. Her hands continue to struggling against her bindings, while I continue pushing into her. A firm, yet slow and hard penetration. Each push bringing another grunt of pleasure from her. My pace quickens, as I prop myself over her. I watch her body in the moonlight, the play of her breasts shaking with each thrust. I slowly move her leg close to her body, pinning it under my body.

I continue thrusting deeply into her, until I hear another loud moan from her. A long and low animalist growl of pleasure escapes her lips.

I moan loudly, as I feel myself pour into her forcefully. Hot liquid escapes my body as I convulse in ecstasy over her body. I continue thrusting, fighting the urge to stop. A moment of pure elation washes over me.

After a long moment, I slowly move myself from her body. I watched her lie there, as I stood up silently. I wait for her labored breathing to slow down.

I slowly dress myself, still watching her naked form. I cut her bindings with my dagger, and then untie her blindfold.

She is asleep finally. I cannot help but think how peaceful she looks. So beautiful, so serene.

I watch her for a moment longer, and then silently exit her room. Leaving her in her bed alone, nude in the moonlight.

When she awakes, she will know that our union was no dream. She will know that I was there. Because next to her, on her nightstand, is her sliced satin gown. With my dagger driven deep into the wood.

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My wife, Carleen, and I had escaped the dreary Ohio winter for a short weekend in South Beach. I needed to be in South Florida for work the following week, so we decided to make the most of it by hitting the Art Deco district for the weekend. We both love the vibe of South Beach – the great restaurants and bars, the sunshine and of course the people watching. The weather was perfect for our winter escape so we decided to spend the early part of our day relaxing at the beach.

We arrived around 10:00am and were fortunate to find two beach chairs in the front row of what would eventually be a sea of beachgoers. Carleen looked great in her two-piece tankini. She has always been a bit modest in public and today was no exception, (but she doesn’t need to be). She has a great figure that belies her 50 years. As we settled into our beach chairs, her 34C tits were reaching up towards the sun and when she rolled over to tan her back side, I got a great view of her tight ass. At only 5′ 3″, she may be too short to be a model, but she always gets noticed when we are out together. Carleen works out several times a week and her body is amazing.

A few months ago, I confessed to her that I was bisexual. We had been having difficulty communicating and perhaps it was with the encouragement of our therapist, that I finally got up the nerve to tell her the truth about my sexuality. She was incredibly understanding. I didn’t know if the revelation would wreck our marriage, but it ended up leading us to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy with each other. Carleen is 100% straight, but she allowed me to share my fantasies about men and would frequently point out guys she thought I would find attractive.

Such was the case that morning at the beach. There were all kinds of people at the beach that weekend because of the celebrity food and wine festival and we enjoyed being surrounded by such an international crowd. One of the beachgoers caught my wife’s attention. He appeared to be Brazilian and he was at the beach with a hot woman and another couple. He was in his mid 30’s with a chiseled body. He was about 5′ 11″ and wore a pair of neon orange trunks that clung to his manhood when he strolled from the water to his beach chair, not far from us. Handsome, with dark hair, dark eyes and an amazing smile. His upper body was completely shaven which showed off his perfectly tan muscles. So as not to be too obvious, Carleen sent me a text while we were sitting there to call my attention to our hot neighbor in the sand. The woman he was with was equally attractive and had an amazing ass. She had unstrapped her bikini top when she went to tan her back, but much to my disappointment, never showed off her tits like some of the other (much less attractive) women at the beach were doing that day.

Carleen and I exchanged sexy texts at the beach but nothing more. When we had finally had enough of the sun, we returned to our hotel to shower and get dressed for dinner.

We had an amazing al fresco dinner that night and our waiter, Carlo was equally handsome to the hot Brazilian beachgoer. Carlo paid special attention to my wife during dinner. He spent time talking to her and making her feel like we were his only table. I certainly didn’t mind his frequent visits as I appreciated his “assets” too. Carleen and I shared an attraction to Carlo but did not let on to him. After dinner, we were both feeling horny and decided to head back to our hotel for a nightcap and an evening of hot sex.

The bar at the Blue Moon Hotel is small and intimate. We settled into a couple of chairs at the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan for Carleen and a Crown and Coke for me. The bar staff were great and we enjoyed chatting it up with the bartenders and the other hotel guests.

We were on our second round of drinks when another couple came to the bar and sat in the two empty seats next to us. We were surprised and delighted to see they were the hot Brazilian couple from the beach! Carleen and I exchanged surprised looks at each other. After some trepidation, I introduced the two of us to our companions and learned their names were Lucas and Mariana. Luc and Ana were visiting from Rio. They were very friendly and the four of us chatted it up like we had been friends for years. We learned they were vacationing with Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, but the other couple had decided to go to bed while Luc and Ana enjoyed a drink at the bar. Ana wore a little black dress with a deep cut neck that showed off her small, tanned tits. She wore 5″ heels that lengthened her sexy legs and made her almost as tall as Luc. For his part, Luc was dressed in tight jeans and a black button down that clung to his shoulders and biceps. No doubt, they were a hot couple.

After her first drink, Ana excused herself and said goodnight to us. Luc had decided to stay for another round and we continued to talk with him. It was obvious he was enjoying spending time with us and we shared stories of our families and lives in our respective countries. We all spoke about how much we liked the vibe in South Beach and the “anything van escort goes” attitude. It was probably after my third Crown and Coke and full of liquid courage that I admitted to Luc that we had seen him earlier at the beach and that Carleen and I texted each other comments about how handsome and attractive he was. I think Carleen was a little surprised that I had confessed my man crush, but Luc seemed appreciative to have the admiration from both of us.

“The beaches in the U.S. are very different than what we have in Brazil”, he added. “Most of the time, Ana would not wear a top and often we would both be naked if we wanted no tan lines. No one cares about nudity in our country. Even the kids will be naked with their parents. It’s not sexual, it’s just considered normal.”

While I had known that women are often topless in other countries, I wasn’t aware that nude beaches were commonplace. I boldly asked “What do you do if you get an erection? That would be embarrassing! With all of the hot bodies at the beach, there could be someone who turned you on.”

Luc didn’t seem to think it posed a problem and if it did, he would just roll over on his stomach until it subsided. Carleen said she was glad she was a woman and didn’t have to worry about such things. Luc and I both smiled at her comment since she would never understand how good a nice hardon feels.

Luc, who by now must have been feeling the effects of the alcohol too continued, “Sex in Brazil is more open too. We don’t have the same perceptions Americans do. Sex is something that is done for fun and there aren’t the taboos that Americans have. I had my first sex with a girl when I was 16. I was only 14 when I had my first sex with a boy. I have always had a great sex life, but Ana is my best friend and partner. We met when we were at university and have been together ever since. She can do amazing things with her mouth, if you know what I mean.”

“She is beautiful. The two of you are an incredibly hot couple, but even better, you seem like nice people”, Carleen added. Luc returned the compliment and said he was glad we had introduced ourselves.

“So tell me about your sex life?” Luc questioned.

It felt like an interview question. Where to begin? I guess it didn’t matter if I told him the whole truth, since we didn’t know any of the same people and lived in opposite hemispheres!

Carleen and I had our ups and downs over the years, but we were in a really good place now and the sex was amazing. I felt like I didn’t have to hold anything back from her and could fantasize about men and women alike. For her part, she was far more likely to tell me what she wanted and was more vocal and expressive. She played along with my MMF fantasies but was concerned that if the fantasy ever became a reality, that it could harm our relationship. For as good as the sex was, our emotional connectedness was even better. Neither of us wanted to lose what we had worked hard to achieve.

I explained to Luc that while we enjoyed sex together regularly, we were pretty vanilla. “Neither of us grew up openly discussing our sex lives or sexual desires with other people”, I explained. “We enjoy some role playing from time to time and we will occasionally share some porn together, but always in a private setting.”

Luc put his hand on my shoulder and said he understood. If we ever invited another man into our bedroom, it would have to be someone like Luc who turned us both on and, as importantly, was a nice guy. He told us that he and Ana had participated in group sex more than a few times in Brazil and usually it was a fun night of hedonism, but they had some bad experiences too where the other participants were demanding and selfish.

Luc looked at Carleen and asked if she had ever had a sexual experience with another woman. “Never”, Carleen replied and went on to explain that she wasn’t judgmental of the women that do experiment, but it was never anything she desired for herself. She admired hot women like Ana, but women didn’t do anything for her sexually.

Luc took a keen interest in Carleen’s sexual fantasies and asked if she thought she would ever consider getting to know someone like him. Of course, I knew she found him attractive, but I didn’t think she was ready yet to leap into the bed of another man, but I was instantly aroused at the thought of this handsome Latin stud seducing my wife. She appeared to be taken aback by his forward comment, but politely said that if she ever decided to have sex with another man, he would be the type of guy she wanted. That was all Luc needed to hear. His smile brightened up the dimly lit bar and he scooted his barstool a little closer to Carleen.

Carleen interjected, “But the experience would not only be for me. I would want Mike to enjoy it too.”

Luc agreed that the experience shared among a husband and wife could be very powerful. He continued to question why we hadn’t yet experimented as a couple. For all of the alcohol we had consumed that night, we were running out of sober reasons to explain why we hadn’t gone beyond yalova escort our vanilla past to try a new flavor.

Luc bought another round. By this time, I was horny as hell. Carleen’s cheeks were flush and she was relaxed and enjoying the sexy conversation with our new friend. Carleen didn’t resist when Luc put his hand on her back and began stroking her hair and neck. She glanced over at me and I gave her an approving smile. I think we both knew what was coming and it was then that I suggested we finish our drinks in our hotel suite.

We gave the bartender a nice tip and stumbled down the hall toward our room. I put my hand on Luc’s shoulder as we strolled. Though he was fully clothed, I could feel the fluid movement of his muscles with every step. He truly was a specimen of a man and I was so glad Carleen had spotted him at the beach. After fumbling for the door key, we entered our suite and Carleen was quick to kick off her heels. While she looked fantastic in her “fuck me” pumps, her feet were tired from a long day of walking in South Beach. Carleen went to the bathroom to freshen up and Luc and I had a moment to chat.

“Thank you for making my wife feel so beautiful tonight. I tell her all of the time how hot she is, but hearing it from you is an amazing gift to her ego. She is a wonderful woman and deserves to feel sexy and desirable.”

Luc replied “I am glad to help, but I didn’t say anything any other man wouldn’t say. Carleen is a beautiful woman and I would like to get to know her better.” With that Luc reached over and hugged me. It wasn’t a grope, but the kind of hug your best man gives you on your wedding night.

Carleen returned from the bathroom and nearly tripped before landing softly on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and I excused myself to use the restroom. When I returned, Luc had joined Carleen on the edge of the bed and was gently rubbing her back. I took the desk chair and sat across from them and finished my last Crown and Coke. I hadn’t noticed that Luc had unzipped Carleen’s dress until the strap fell off her left shoulder. She was nervous giggling like a school girl and gazing into Luc’s eyes when he finally leaned in and kissed her.

At first it was just a peck. She hadn’t returned the first kiss yet when Luc went in for another. This kiss lingered and I could see Carleen had closed her eyes as our Brazilian stud and the alcohol were melting away her inhibitions. Carleen looked over to me only briefly to see that I was enjoying their first kiss. I’m not sure she could tell how hard my cock was, but my dick had swollen as if it was my first kiss too.

Carleen took her hand and reached for Luc’s neck, pressing his lips to hers and letting his tongue slip into her mouth. By this time Luc’s hand had slid from her back to her thigh, getting ever closer to the prize. The two of them had advanced from first base and were approaching second. Carleen stood up briefly and let her dress fall to the floor. She was wearing a red bra and matching thong. Her ass looked amazing as ever and Luc was treated to the view of her lingerie that until now had only been reserved for me. Carleen sat back down again, this time on Luc’s lap and she resumed kissing his lips and neck.

Luc’s hands began to roam and I could see Carleen slowly spread her legs apart as Luc reached in with his right hand to tease her eager pussy. Carleen moaned as he pressed his fingers on her satin panties, soaking up her juices from her sweet snatch. Carleen unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the chiseled chest and arms we had been admiring earlier that day. She unfastened his belt and slid his jeans to the floor. Luc wore tight boxer briefs that showed every form of his manhood. His cock was fully erect and there was a wet spot from his precum near the waistband of his silver-gray boxer briefs.

I gave up on my Crown and Coke and both of my hands were now busy adjusting my own hard member. I threw off my shirt and loosened my pants so that I could touch my cock with every moan coming from the bed.

Carleen had gone from a melted state to one of increasing sexual voracity. I was completely turned on by watching my hot wife attacking our new friend with reckless abandon.

Luc responded by pushing Carleen back onto the bed and mounting atop her. The two of them dry humped while Carleen reached up and grabbed around his waist, pulling him in close. Luc had obviously mastered the one handed bra release because soon her red brazier was thrown across the room toward me. Carleen’s tits were now in full view, her nipples erect and ready for Luc’s eager lips and tongue. I could hardly contain myself. One of my favorite moments when having sex with my wife is when her bra comes off. There’s something about that initial glimpse of her beautiful breasts that makes me want to cum on the spot.

I think Luc must have felt the same way. He teased her luscious breasts first with his fingertips, slowly circling her areola before engaging more and more of his fingers and then the palms of his hands. He caressed my wife’s tits like çorlu escort they were prized possessions. I could tell by the way Carleen’s breathing was getting heavy and her pelvis arching back and forth that Luc had every bit of her attention. She didn’t notice when I took my cock out of my boxers and started stroking my hardened friend like I was watching the most entrancing movie I had ever seen.

Luc and Carleen were passionately kissing, swapping their tongues in each other’s mouths when Luc started the move southward down her neck, then between her breasts and then pausing at the top of her moist thong panty. Luc took his right hand and stroked her clit through the fabric, causing Carleen to grind in pure pleasure. Carefully, he slid his hand between her thong and her love box, allowing each finger to greet her awaiting pussy.

I couldn’t stand being across the room any longer, so I moved in for a closer look. Carleen looked as sexy as I had ever seen her and I didn’t want to miss out on what was coming up…or what was already up! I stood behind Luc and decided he could use a free hand.

“Mind if I help a brother out?” I asked, but before he could respond I started removing his boxer briefs. Luc’s cock was fully erect and it took both hands to stretch his waistband over the tip of his 7″ manhood. Luc’s ass was everything I had imagined at the beach. Strong, smooth and without any indication of a tan line. It was obvious he had spent time in the sun au natural. I wanted to reach in and touch him, but I also didn’t want to interrupt the amazing scene that was unfolding in front of me.

Luc pressed his package up against the fabric of Carleen’s panties and slowly slid his engorged cock along the perimeter of her labia. Carleen’s wrestled with what to do with her hands. I could see she wanted to touch his cock, but she resisted the urge and instead focused on the intense pleasure the physical contact was providing. I was standing next to Luc and put my hand on his back, then I leaned down and kissed Carleen passionately on the same lips that moments before had enticed our new Latin friend.

Not only was I completely turned on, but I wanted Carleen to know that I was enjoying the moment along with her and she was welcome to encounter whatever came next. While I was kissing my sexy wife, I could feel Luc reach beneath her ass as he removed the last thin piece of fabric that separated his body from hers. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the rest of her bikini line was shaved smooth. I wanted her for myself right then, but I also wanted the rest of my fantasy to play out.

Carleen’s body shuddered the moment the tip of Luc’s cock touched her glistening pussy lips. Her head rolled slightly to the side as she felt his cock penetrate her for the first time. She flinched as she felt another man’s cock enter her body for the first time, but she didn’t resist. Luc was gentle. He used his cock like a master artist uses a paint brush – mixing the strokes, both short and long to create a masterpiece. I watched intently as all 7 inches made its way into my wife’s love canal. Carleen grabbed her breasts as the final inch or two disappeared into her body.

Holy shit! Another man was fucking my wife and it was greatest turn on I could have imagined. Watching Carleen’s body melt into total compliance as the young master redefined her sexual pleasure. My hand hadn’t left Luc’s back as I felt his muscles contract with each drive into my wife’s pussy. The flex of his glutes mesmerized me as I continued to stroke my cock. To keep myself from shooting my load too soon, I removed my hand from my swollen member and used my fingers to circle Carleen’s love button while Luc continued to penetrate her vagina. My wife’s abdomen was now heaving up and down as the combination of Luc’s cock and my hand raised her to a new plateau of sexual excitement. It didn’t take long and Carleen experienced her first powerful orgasm. The expression in her eyes told me everything I wanted to know. She had freed herself of any self-consciousness and allowed herself to truly enjoy the physical pleasure of her body.

But Luc wasn’t done and neither was I. I laid down on the bed next to my wife. “That was amazing Hun! You and Luc have me so hard. I can’t imagine any porn stars putting on a better show than I just watched.” She was still coming down from her orgasm and smiled in appreciation.

Carleen and I shared a long kiss. She smiled and said, “I think it’s your turn.”

I looked up from the bed and saw Luc leaning over both of us, his cock still fully erect and wet from my wife’s juices. I stood up slowly and looked at Luc for an indication of what next. He stepped toward me and we embraced, our cocks pressed against each other, his longer than mine, but of equal girth. I dropped my hands from his back to his ass and pressed him close to me. Luc did the same and we shared a moment masturbating on each other’s bodies. Luc then began kissing my neck. It was odd to feel a man’s face nuzzled against my own, but it was exciting nonetheless. When our eyes finally met, we shared a long, but closed mouth kiss. Luc and I didn’t fit together like Carleen and I did and it wasn’t a gentle or loving kiss. But it was ripe with sexual energy and the beginning of my first experience with another man since I was a kid and would jack off with my brothers.

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It was only a text from my girlfriend. I mean, how ominous could something so seemingly innocuous possibly be? Melinda wanted me to meet her at 9:00 P.M. at her home. She hadnt discussed the possibility of anything resembling a date for the occasion, so there were no definitive plans to go anywhere or to engage in any specific activities except for my visiting her at the house. Simple enough, one would think. We would simply pleasure ourselves with one anothers company once we got together. Since I had never actually been inside her home before, I was certain that there would be plenty for us to see and do.

Upon reading the message a second time, however, I felt the familiar sensation of beetles dancing in my stomach and goosebumps raising on my skin. The single paragraph email was more of an order than an invitation. There were no directions to call her to confirm things and it hadnt seemed as though shed considered the possibility that something urgent would arise at the last moment. The unspoken instruction was to drop everything and attend, an instruction she knew I was certain to follow.

With each successive encounter, Melinda seemed to be consolidating the rather dominant role she had defined for herself in our relationship. She was the one who initially pursued me at a party thrown by a mutual acquaintance, cornering and engaging me in a conversation about blues artists. It was a subject she somehow knew would pique my interest and about which she proved to be unusually knowledgeable, a trait that impressed me greatly.

When the conversation drifted to topics of a more personal nature, Melinda bemoaned the fact that her 511¨ frame and assertive nature intimidated many of the men she dated. She was indeed a rare beauty, tall and statuesque, of Asian ancestry and wearing a clingy jade green silk dress, a garment that accentuated her shapely body exceptionally well. I took the opportunity to reveal my interest in her.

“Well,” I stuttered, “perhaps then you need to find someone older than yourself whos maybe a bit more mature.” I smiled broadly, pausing for just a second, “maybe someone like me.” Melinda looked into my eyes, her curiosity piqued.

“And what makes you think that youre older than I am?” She giggled just slightly, but knowingly, as though she were guarding a secret.

“Umm… its obvious.” I smiled and shifted uncomfortably, not wishing to reveal too much. “Youre still a young woman, Im approaching middle age.” Melinda smiled and pecked me tenderly on the lips.

“Awww, thats sweet,” she cooed softly, “but please remember that things are not always as they seem, and that its not too difficult sometimes to get yourself into more trouble than you had bargained for.”

“Trouble?” I chuckled, sensing a cryptic come on. “Id risk all the trouble in the world for someone like you.” I watched her eyes widen as she licked her lips and looked me up and down, in much the same manner that a butcher would inspect a side of beef.

“Yes,” she repeated, “trouble. You look like a man well worth having, but I need for you to understand what youre getting yourself into” I shot a quick glance between Melindas legs as she uttered the words “getting yourself into.”

“I would take that chance for the opportunity to be with someone like you,” I smiled, eyeing her in the same manner she had me.

Melinda didnt utter a word, rather she smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to an adjacent bedroom. The ensuing sexual encounter, while indescribably erotic in the conventional sense, was also one of the more esoteric trysts I had ever experienced. Melinda repeatedly licked my head and neck, and seemed to have an unusual interest in a tiny spot on my face where I’d recently cut myself shaving. She sucked on the small wound, successfully drawing a drop of blood, smiling as she swirled it sensually on her tongue. Melinda sucked harder and carefully drew a tiny stream of blood. She raked it across her teeth, smiling, then cupped my face in her hands. She pulled us nose to nose and swallowed slowly, her mouth puffing up into a contented grin as I lost myself in her earthy gaze. A powerful chill simultaneously danced up my spine, short circuiting my nervous system and briefly buckling my knees. I knew in the depths of my being that it was coming through her eyes.

Those eyes, gazing deeply into mine, piercing my psyche and laying a claim on my soul.

“On you knees, lover,” she whispered, pushing on my shoulders until I crumpled deliriously to the floor. Melinda guided my head under her dress, between her legs, shrinking the size of my world, encapsulating me in a velvety darkness strongly punctuated by the aroma of her most intimate scent. I allowed my mouth to hang open, my tongue protruding ever so slightly.. until a strong hand clutched the back of my neck and pushed me into her sex.

I greeted the swelled, moist familiar shape of engorged labia lips with abandon; suckling, licking, kissing and slurping. I greedily trabzon escort swallowed her wetness like a dehydrated man inhaling the last few drops from a spent canteen. I was overcome with arousal, then dizziness, then an odd detachment as the secretions stung my eyes and dribbled down my throat. Melinda clamped her thighs around my face and spent herself on me, her moans muffled as I instinctively parted my jaws to catch and consume her gushing juices.

Melinda lifted her dress, split her legs and I dropped. I fought an odd altered state of semi-paralysis as I fell to the floor, watching helplessly as she methodically undressed us and mounted my stiff cock, fucking me hard and deep, pinning my wrists and raking her teeth across the soft skin on my neck. When she drew blood she sucked and lapped it luxuriantly as though she were a debutante at a wine tasting. Melinda rode herself to a long, throaty orgasm before dismounting and taking my cock into her hand. With a few short jerks I spasmed in climax,sending a rope of hot cum spewing across my stomach and chest. She smeared my spunk evenly across my body before piercing her own finger with a needle, carefully measuring out a few drops of her own blood and commingling it with my semen, forming a paste of sorts. I watched helplessly.. my limbs still feeling like lead.. as she dolloped the mixture lightly onto strategic areas on my body, my forehead, my neck, behind my kneecaps, and on my scrotal sac. Then she rose and stood over me.. licking her lips.. a predatory smile crossing her face.

“There is no turning back now, my love,” I breathed deeply, feeling the paralysis abate a little. I looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. “You are to be mine.” Melinda helped me to my feet, rubbing the mixture of drying bodily fluids deeper into my skin.

“I don’t want you to shower today, darling.” she cooed, “I want you to think about me all night and through tomorrow. I want our scents to linger and I want every thought that enters your mind to be prefaced with a thought about me. Now get dressed and go home.” She turned and walked away, blowing a brief kiss as my strength returned. I staggered away, staying at the party only long enough to regain my composure before slipping away.

* * *

I had no trouble finding the house. It was a modest, modern split level bungalow overlooking the ocean with an oversized front yard and a chained Rottweiler dog barking in the front yard. Although it was difficult to make out specific details in the darkness, it was obvious that the structure was tidy and well kept up.

I had an ominous feeling as I approached the house, having dated Melinda for some months now and nurturing a premonition of dread I was afraid awaited me on this particular day. We had replayed the sexual tryst that took place on our first meeting several times by now, at some times more intensely than at others. It always involved her consumption of a small quantity of my blood and my wearing a small quantity of hers. I couldn’t help but feel a psychic exchange, a compromise of my free will, a progressive invasion of my soul strengthened with each encounter. Melinda was on my mind more and more frequently, and it became increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on my job or many of the more mundane matters of my day to day life. I found myself masturbating perpetually, neglecting my own affairs for the sake of fondling thoughts about my sweet siren.

The dog growled ominously at me as I teetered up the walkway. I jumped as he lunged for my leg, barely escaping the animal’s clenching jaws as I retreated, hearing a sharp rebuke break the darkness.

“Bruce!” It was Melinda. “That will be enough of that.” Melinda looked into my eyes as she swatted the retreating dog and smiled at me deeply, greeting me with a warm embrace.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, the puppy will not harm you,” Melinda licked her lips, “only I will harm you.”

She was casually dressed, wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and her trademark python boots. I smiled nervously and offered her my arm, which she took as she led me into the modestly furnished home. We seated ourselves on the sofa, at which time she kissed my forehead tenderly and caressed my hair.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Her concern seemed genuine enough.

“Well, I—” Melinda smiled.

“Nervous, scared, a little afraid of me, aren’t you?” I nodded tentatively, pierced again by those globular brown eyes, softening and comforting me now as she stroked my hair again and cradled me in her arms.

“I know, darling.. I know. It’s normal to feel that way right about now. My other pets all had the same experience, so be still. Don’t make things worse by resisting me. I am here to guide you through this unsettling time. After tonight, things will become much clearer for you.” Melinda leaned over to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep inside my mouth, enveloping me in the familiar canopy of control that had come to characterize tunceli escort our relationship.

She kissed passionately for a moment, then broke it off, abruptly directing my attention to an old high school science textbook she had placed on the coffee table. I thought it odd to punctuate an erotic moment by consulting a drab reference, but I said nothing. She leisurely picked the book up and began leafing through the pages. Melinda found the appropriate place and grinned. The article looked to be one about a specific insect.

“You know what? This has got to be my favorite bug,” Melinda spoke casually and pointed out a picture of an odd looking little creature. I looked, mildly curious, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. “..Abrostocetus Hagenowii.. it’s a tiny little wasp that lives in the western United States. It’s a little carnivore which feeds primarily on carrion, but when it comes time for the wasp to reproduce, it does a very curious thing.” Melinda looked into my eyes, licking her lips, then continued.

“It goes out and searches for an insect to host its eggs. Typically this is a beetle or some similar creature.. generally much larger than the wasp itself. It stings the beetle with a poison that disorients it without killing it. The wasp waits patiently for the poison to take effect, to make his prey nice and docile.” Melinda took time out from her narrative to stroke my hair, placing special emphasis on the word “docile.”

“The wasp then measures and chops off a portion of the beetle’s antennae, effectively rendering it senseless. It then herds the confused prey into its lair, where it lays an egg on it and gives the beetle one more sting to put it to sleep without killing it. When the egg hatches, well…” Melinda smiled and closed the book “..let’s just say that breakfast is served.” I looked at Melinda’s soft smile and squirmed uncomfortably, dreading that she was preparing to draw an analogy of some sort between the carnivorous insect and the two of us. I didnt have to wait long.

“Relationships are funny, daniel. Really they are. Theres always a good deal of talk about equality and the equitable distribution of power. But in the real world, partners are seldom equals. Typically one partner very clearly takes charge.” Melinda looked right at me. “In this particular case, I think the partner who has taken charge of things has been me, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’ve taken charge sexually, I will admit to that, but I don’t necessarily think that means that—” Melinda laughed throatily.

“Oh, but it does. And I plan to prove it to you.” She licked the tip of her finger, trailing it along my nose and lips slowly, resting it on a tuft of chest hair. “daniel, would you like to share with me what has happened to you since we met? Do you find yourself thinking about me a lot?”

“Uhmm.. I think about you, yeah.. but I think that’s normal in a er-uhmmm.. man woman relationship.” Melinda just laughed and licked her finger again, unbuttoning the top button on my shirt.

“I think you’re not telling the whole truth, daniel. I believe that you think of me all the time. I believe that your first thought in the morning is of me and the last thought at night before you turn in is of me also.” I gulped and sighed heavily as she locked her eyes onto mine. Melinda smiled and tugged my chest hair. Her voice lowered as she moved close to me and almost whispered in my ear. “I’ve bitten you, daniel. Just like the wasp, I have confused you and paralyzed you. I have disoriented you, rendering you nearly unable to function. The first part of my plan has gone well, very well indeed.” I looked at her for a minute, horrified, then began to stand up.

“I think-I think I need to leave…” I stood up, but found myself dizzy, dazed, barely able to move. It was impossible to find the door. Melinda came over and grabbed my wrists, forcing them over my head and looking into my eyes. She spoke softly, unsmiling.

“Sit down, daniel..” Her grip was strong, my soul riveted. The senses that had betrayed me returned once I was in her grasp. The only option was obedience. I sat down and Melinda smiled.

“Thats very good, my love. Now let me explain a little bit about what is going to happen next. Please keep in mind that what I am about to impart to you constitutes ancient knowledge, very powerful and profound. If you werent already mine, I wouldnt share any of this with you. However the process has already progressed beyond your mortal ability to stop it.” She smirked and sat next to me, stroking my hair and wiping the perspiration from my brow. She took a deep breath and looked as though she was preparing to deliver a familiar speech. Melinda licked her lips and cleared her throat.

“Many centuries ago, a group of women who lived in the South American Andes discovered something very special about the psychic connection between the exchange of bodily fluids between people and the ensuing uşak escort bond that may be formed from that exchange. In many cases, the bond is egalitarian, and people develop a relationship akin to one that close siblings would have.” Melinda paused and smiled, gently stroking my neck near the carotid artery. “The ancient women, however, discovered that such an exchange coupled with very specific sexual acts allowed them to gain control of their partners to an almost frightening degree. They further noticed that each psychic and sexual conquest allowed them to restore their own youthful beauty and vigor, and eventually that it allowed them to extend their lifespans for an extraordinary period of time.” Melinda licked my neck, lightly scraping her teeth across my artery. I noted an increase in my heart rate, as well as a sense of impending doom. “The lifespans of the men, by contrast, tended also to lengthen by such exchanges. But they benefitted in other ways as well, because the essence of the woman lived in them, providing a calming influence and checking their beastly nature for as long as they did live. The man also had an unusual opportunity to express his total devotion and undying love for his woman by offering himself to her in this manner.”

“So you mean to tell me that youre a vam- vampire?” I was aghast, trying to resist her but feeling the psychic leash tightening. Melinda laughed.

“No, silly. Modern vampire stories are based on the reality of what I just explained to you. They are also terribly sexist and inaccurate, since they almost always depict a male vampire and a female supplicant. Typical nineteenth century sexism, in my opinion. The reality is completely different, the roles are utterly reversed.” Melinda smiled. “I havent taken your soul yet, but once I do you will feel the length, depth, and breadth of my power over you.” I looked at her in disbelief, a rebellion welling within me.

“This is absurd. For you to lay claim to my ‘soul’ based upon your swallowing a few drops of my blood is…ridiculous!” Melindas eyes narrowed as she looked down at me. I felt a familiar twinge in my stomach and those dark brown eyes burrowing through me. I sensed her displeasure but continued with my diatribe.

“..hypnosis, perhaps, or the inducement of a peculiar form of panic. I attribute that to some skillful erotic manipulation on your part. But a “soul” is far to ethereal to quantify, much less possess.” Melinda only grinned and then spoke very, very softly.

“Oh but the soul does exist, daniel. Your soul will, in fact, be taken over by mine before the evening is over.” She ran a finger along my forehead and nose, scratching very lightly, then down my lips to my neck. She pinched a spot on my throat ever so slightly. “Right there is a good place, I think. Thats always a wonderful spot to open a wound. The blood tends to gush, and the supplicant does stop resisting after only a few seconds.” She smiled as I began to back away from her on the sofa. Melinda followed, scooting near. “Dont worry, I wont kill or even seriously injure you. But I am going to make you mine. You will know what it is to be overwhelmed by a force which you cannot comprehend.” She smiled wickedly as I shook my head wordlessly, fearfully, trying in vain to keep her at bay.

Melinda reached out and grabbed me suddenly by the ear, pulling my head abruptly towards hers. I resisted, jerking away as she pulled harder and managed to snake her other hand through some of my hair. After roughly yanking my head to one side to expose the arteries bulging beneath my skin, she opened her mouth wide, clamping down hard on me and sealing the grip tightly with her lips. I felt her tongue briefly scan my defenseless neck, searching, probing for exactly the right spot, then shrieked in terror as her incisors punctured me, simultaneously drawing the blood from my body and yet holding me tenderly, beckoning me wordlessly not to fight her. I felt her skillfully take my essence from me, the blood spilling out of me in hot spurts at first until I became dizzy and detached, unable to resist her, perched on the cusp of losing consciousness.

She stopped sucking and just lapped at my wound now, seemingly able to stem the flow of blood from my severed artery magically with a few strokes of her tongue. She licked like a kitten, trailing her tongue leisurely across my neck, savoring the liquid that remained until she had consumed it, then blowing lightly on the bite to seal it shut before looking into my eyes.

I met her gaze weakened and barely to move or breathe, my mouth agape, so submissive and contrite. Her eyes were a conduit for something powerful, and as I lost myself in their depths I felt something enter me, an energy dancing electrically down my spine and then back up again, filling me with vigor yet not filling me too fully. Melinda leaned down and kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue inside me, painting the roof of my mouth with the taste of my own blood. She pulled back, regarding me, licking her lips and smiling broadly.

“Stand up and take off all your clothes.” she said. “Do it slowly. Unwrap yourself like a Christmas gift for me.” I did as she said, slowly rising and removing my clothing methodically as she kicked me a little with her boot.

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THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

As I think back on the affair, I consider it to have officially started on a January class trip to the Texas coast. It all caught me off guard really. I didn’t even know Sarah was interested in me. I mean once, weeks before this trip, while standing side by side working through a homework problem, she placed her hand on the small of my back. It was just inappropriate enough for me to take note but was easily explained away as a friendly gesture rather than a sexual overture and we never spoke of it. But the contact on this camping trip was unmistakable.

The trip itself was part of a natural history course. I work at a small liberal arts college and the students in the Environmental Studies degree looked forward to the break from the cold Midwestern winter to travel to the Gulf Coast for some warmer weather and new ecosystems to explore.

To keep the student costs down, we rented two vans and camped. I was a newly hired faculty and taught the course with a senior faculty member. We each drove a van full of students. He and I did most of the driving. In my van, I found that if Sarah wasn’t in the co-pilot seat next to me, she was sitting directly behind me, inched forward and perched literally at my shoulder. I was so excited to be making the trip that it didn’t occur to me that she may have other motives besides “education” for being so enthusiastic.

About half way through the trip, Sarah earned herself a large blister on the sole of her foot. I saw her taking a few tender steps and asked her what the problem was.

“Jay,” she began, “I can hardly walk on this blister.” I grabbed the first aid kit and told her to take off her hiking boot.

She sat at a picnic table and removed her shoe and sock. The blister didn’t look too bad to me, but then again I wasn’t the one that had to walk on it. I used a cotton ball to apply some rubbing alcohol to cool it down and then fashioned a pad of moleskin around it to cushion the impact. I then checked over the rest of her foot to look for any other hot spots that might give her trouble.

To do all this, I had to be actually handling her bare foot. It never occurred to me to put on a pair of latex gloves so it was really the most skin on skin contact we had ever had. And at this point, it was purely professional. I was focused on the task of helping her and nothing more. I suggested we look at the other foot and she agreed that was probably a good idea. I gave that foot an equally thorough inspection and found no problems. She thanked me and as the day progressed, seemed to be doing much better with the moleskin pad I provided.

The next day she asked me to help her again. The blister looked better. By the third day it was almost gone. On the fourth day Sarah seemed to have no problems at all but after dinner was over and most of the students had retreated to a campfire she called over to me and asked “Aren’t you going to check my blister today?”

“Of course I will”, I replied as I picked up the first aid kit and headed to her tent. It was a cool night, not yet dark and Sarah sat on the ground at the opening of her tent with her legs stretched out in front of her. She wore a tight t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, and from what I could gather, nothing more.

I knelt before her and took one of her feet in my hand to look at the sole.

“Sarah, this blister is almost gone.”

“It still hurts Jay. Does it look like its healing properly?” was her reply.

I lifted her foot higher and made a show of inspecting it. In reality, the fading light made it difficult to see any other details. “Does it hurt when I touch it?” I asked.

She hesitated. I continued to rub her foot thinking that she needed more information to answer.

When she didn’t offer any other response, I tried a different tact. “How is the other foot?” I inquired.

She raised her other foot for me and as I let go of the first one she lowered her leg, placing her foot directly between my legs. I froze. The sole of her bare foot was pressed gently, but unmistakably, against my penis. Surely, she would realize her mistake and shift it away any moment now. Except she didn’t. I held her other foot and wondered what to do. I decided that whether this was an innocent accident or a purposeful flirtation, I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. I held her foot in my hands, feeling the gentle curve of her arch rest against the palm of my hand. I pressed both my thumbs softly into her sole and asked her how that felt.

She answered by pressing her other foot just a tiny bit harder against my penis. I worked my hands down the length of her foot and by the time I reached her heel I could feel the toes of her other foot gripping my hardening cock. There was no mistaking her intentions now and I looked at her with a new set of eyes. At 5’5”, she was a whole seven inches shorter than me. When she wore her long brown hair down, it framed her beautiful face nicely but when she had her hair afyon escort up in a ponytail as she did this day, it showed off her long neck and broad shoulders. God how I came to love that part of her body.

All of these features were nothing like my wife’s. My wife is a tall, blue-eyed, wavy-haired strawberry blonde. Perhaps this is some of what attracted me to Sarah. I don’t know for sure. What I am certain of was that when I looked into her innocent brown eyes I saw no hint of what she was doing to my cock. There was no sparkle of mischief evident. Her trademark beaming smile was nowhere to be found. Instead, her face was the literal embodiment of the sentiment “I don’t know what you are talking about”. Innocent indeed…

Now, I would like to tell you that I led her into her tent at that point and took her in my arms and gave the rest of her body the same attention I had been giving to her feet. But this is a true story and that is not what happened. This was all too new to me. I had been married for a long time and had never even come close to cheating.

Besides the fact that I was married, I was her professor. Her older professor. At 35, I was 13 years older than Sarah. At that moment, all of these factors gave me pause. I did not run my fingers up her lovely sculpted leg like I wanted to. Nor did I press my cock against her foot and slowly grind it into a full erection. Instead, I panicked a little and let go of her foot. That seemed to break the trance. Her foot fell and without another word, I stood up and returned to my tent.

That was the last time I rendered first aid to Sarah and her blisters. Apparently, it was obvious to the other professor that Sarah wanted my attention for more than medical reasons because one night after she walked past us he snidely commented “I see Sarah isn’t pretending to have blisters anymore to get you to rub her feet.” It was true and I had no response. Besides, it was the last day of the trip and we were heading out soon.

The plan was to drive through the night and arrive back at the college in the morning. The other professor and I began as drivers in our respective vans while many of the students plugged in headphones and drifted off to sleep to their own playlists. Sarah was my co-pilot and she kept me awake partly by listening to my stories and partly by wearing those same short shorts and sitting with one leg under her, giving me a clear view of her now-tanned thighs.

After a few hours, we stopped for gas and bathrooms. It was time to switch drivers. The student aid and his co-pilot had been sleeping in the second bench seat and now Sarah and I took their places. It wasn’t long before I started to nod off. Sarah was leaning against the window and as I fell asleep, I leaned into her. I awoke quickly with a start and realized I had been leaning on her and apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sarah said. “You can rest your head on my shoulder.”

“No, no,” I protested loudly so the other students could hear, “I just need to rest.”

“Jay, you have to sleep” Sarah insisted matter-of-factly. “You have to be ready to drive again.”

She was right and I knew I had the prefect excuse. So with a great show of how annoyed I was about the whole situation, I reluctantly laid my head on her shoulder as she leaned on the window. I tucked one of my arms behind her comfortably but that left my right arm to deal with. I tried laying it back along my own body but that wasn’t going to work.

“Where am I supposed to put this hand?” I whispered.

“You can put it anywhere you like,” she answered softly.

I placed my hand across her waist and whispered “How about here?”

“Yes,” she answered.

I got brave and as I shifted my entire weight around, forcing her to do the same, I slid my hand under her hoodie and laid my hand flat against her naked skin.

“How about here?” I inquired softly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

She was braless. My hand rested on her ribs with my thumb and fingers literally defining a boundary under her breast. When she exhaled, the soft flesh of her B-cup ever so slightly pressed against me only to rise away when she inhaled. Each breath she took was an exhilarating and maddening flirtation. I recalled how she had spread her toes to grip my cock days earlier and spread my fingers wide below her breast and pressed gently.

Her breaths came quicker now but I made no further move. Again, this was new to me. I wasn’t willing to go further but nor was I willing to stop either. That came later.

Despite the stimulus, I feel asleep rather quickly. I was tired and filled with a warm glow. When we discussed that incident weeks later, Sarah revealed that she had been too excited to sleep. At the next scheduled rest stop, it was time to switch drivers again. Everyone got out to stretch and buy snacks. I was the first to return to the van, followed by Sarah.

We were alone in the van and as soon as she shut the door she aydın escort blurted out “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. At the time I assumed this wasn’t going to progress any further. Thinking that we would never act on our feelings I said “Isn’t it nice to know someone is attracted to you?” I meant it for both of us.

THE SECOND ACT

Our next camping experience was four months later. A lot had happened since then. We were now in a relationship, both physically and emotionally. I forced us to take the physical side slowly in order to try and slow the emotional side. But we had fallen in love and even after all these years I can still say that it was real love. I am skipping many milestones like the first time I made her cum or the first time I licked her pussy or the first time I came in her mouth. But the theme of this story is camping and our second time camping together was our first time having anal sex.

It was May and spring was blooming reluctantly that year. Students in our Environmental Action program are required to take a week-long field course where they work cooperatively with faculty members on a community-based project of ecological importance. Each faculty member hires a student aide who had already completed the course the previous year and, of course, I hired Sarah.

We stole a few moments here and there to enjoy each other’s company but nothing sexual. It was just too risky. As the week wore on, our flirting become a little more overt. My hand would linger on hers as I handed her a data sheet or instrument. She returned the favor by standing too close while we all leaned in to identify a plant or check the pH meter in the creek.

On Thursday of the week, an opportunity presented itself in the form of a thunderstorm. The rain began as a trickle before dinner and by the time the evening meeting was over, it was a downpour. Students and faculty alike bundled up under raincoats to face the moonless, rain-soaked trails back to the tents. As Sarah and I readied our gear for the following morning, I whispered to her “Go to my tent and wait for me.”

Sarah drew in her breath sharply and questioned “What if someone sees me?”

“No one is going to see you in this weather,” I assured her. “I will wait ten minutes and follow.”

Still, she hesitated. And rightfully so. It was a big gamble after all. I flashed her my most winning smile and said “Trust me.”

Sarah left without another word and I spent ten long agonizing minutes pretending to be busy with a data sheet as I wondered if I would find her in my tent or not. The first low rumbles of thunder greeted me as I left the lab and hurried to my tent. Each muddy step brought me closer to an answer and as I unzipped the vestibule of my tent, I worried that I had gotten my hopes up for nothing.

Instead, I found a small pair of women’s hiking boots lined up next to my spare shoes and my heart began to hammer in my chest. I zipped the vestibule closed behind me and shed my raincoat and soaked shoes. The vestibule was small and I had to kneel down to unzip the door to my dome tent. Once inside, I began to reach forward in the pitch blackness. I first felt the cool nylon of my sleeping bag and then a warm handful of naked flesh. It was her right calf muscle. I slowly let my hand wander north, over her knee and across her thigh. When I reached her hip, there was no clothing to impede my progress.

I admit I gasped a bit as I realized she was naked. Sarah had made it to my tent without encountering another person. She shed first her muddy shoes then her wet clothes and climbed onto my sleeping bag to wait for me. When I found her, she had two fingers buried in her pussy, slowly masturbating in anticipation. Outside, the thunder became louder.

Using both hands, I traced the rest of her form until I found her face. Cradling her head in my hands I leaned forward to kiss her fully on the lips. “I am soaking wet,” I said, referring to my rain-saturated clothes.

“So am I,” Sarah responded, as she slipped a finger from her pussy into my mouth.

My tent is tall enough so I can just stand at the highest point of the dome. I removed my t-shirt and jeans but before I could pull down my underwear, Sarah’s hands were already there taking care of it for me. Gently she slid my underwear down to my knees, revealing a hardening cock. With both hands on my thighs, Sarah placed her lips on the head of my cock and sucked my cock into her mouth. Instinctively, I grabbed the back of her head and guided her forward. It was still too dark to see anything and I reveled in the anonymity of this blow job. But only for a moment. My fantasy wasn’t to be intimate with a stranger, it was to be with Sarah.

Reluctantly, I tried to gently disengage from her mouth but she was having none of that. The more I pulled backwards, the more her fingers dug into my thighs. Every time I tried to move her head away from me, she simply sucked me harder ağrı escort and deeper. Finally, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled downward. She released me with a moan. I l pushed her back onto the sleeping bag and finished removing my underwear and socks.

Now that we were both naked, I took charge of the situation. I laid on top of her, pinning her arms above her head while kissing her deeply. This was my first affair and I approached each sexual threshold with caution. Our first kiss wasn’t even on the lips. I remembered how I softly pressed my lips against her cheek and felt the electricity flow between us. Just touching her was new and exciting (as all affairs are) and slowly we progressed forward. And there was no doubt I was the one holding us back. Sarah was always willing and eager to cross another boundary, share another experience, explore another level of intimacy. To this point in our relationship, it was all hands and mouths.

Onetime, weeks earlier, Sarah sat on top of me, grinding her pussy on my hard cock. Lying on my back, I held both of her hands in mine as she slowly simulated sex with me until I came in huge spurts of hot semen. She bent down and licked the sticky fluid from my chest and stomach, swallowing every drop. Lying naked in that post-orgasmic glow, I told her I still wasn’t ready to fuck her pussy. She smiled and told me she understood.

“Just remember,” she added with a little wiggle of her ass, “there are other places you can stick that big cock of yours.”

The rain continued to pound the tent. That distant thunder was getting closer, with flashes of lightening now faintly visible, adding the tiniest bit of light to the darkness. We continued to kiss and I became bolder. At 120 pounds, Sarah was easy to move around and she always responded positively to being manipulated and contorted in bed. I slowly fucked her with two fingers while gently biting her earlobe. I removed my fingers from her dripping pussy and traced wet circles around each nipple, only to suck them clean a moment later. She was getting hotter and the tent filled with the smell of her. I rolled her onto her stomach and pressed my stiff cock against her ass. She moaned as she lifted her hips and pushed back.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” I asserted.

She moaned again, this time louder. I hadn’t really planned for this but I did have a small jar of petroleum jelly in my toiletries kit and leaned over to search for it in the darkness. Sarah positioned herself on her hands and knees and waited impatiently. After all, this had been a long time coming.

I found the jar and opened it. The same two fingers that had been in her pussy were now covered in jelly and I gently slid them over her waiting ass. Sarah whimpered as I slid one finger into her. “Slowly,” she said.

The storm outside was raging and the lightening was getting closer. I placed the tip of my seven-inch cock at her rear entrance and ever so slightly pushed forward. As I did, a rumble of thunder rolled through the air. I had managed to get the head of my cock in her tight ass before pausing. My god, it felt amazing. She was so tight.

Now that I had made the decision to do this I wanted to fuck her deeply. It took all of my self-control to not just grab her hips and plunge my thick shaft into her. But I didn’t want this to hurt and I didn’t want this to end quickly so I kept still. A flash of lightening in the distance lit the tent softly and I looked at her perfect naked body in front of me, submissively waiting for me. Seconds later the thunder reached our ears and I pushed forward another inch.

My hands traced her back and shoulders, but otherwise I held still. Another flash of lightening and another low rumble of thunder. Again, as we heard the thunder, I pushed a bit deeper. She understood the rhythm now. The next bolt of lightening was closer and I heard Sarah inhale sharply as she waited for the thunder and another inch of my cock. This time, she moaned as I pushed forward but the heavy rain and crashing thunder covered the sound.

As the center of the storm got closer, the time between lightening flashes and rumbles of thunder become shorter. We remained still until the lightening flashed. I would then dig my fingers into her hips and stiffen my muscles. When the thunder broke, I would push forward again. It was a long, slow tease.

Now the storm was directly over us. The wind had increased and the tent was flapping. There was only the smallest of difference between the flash of lightening and the crash of thunder. At the next flash of lightening, I pulled my cock almost completely out and when the thunder struck I pushed it back forward. We both moaned that time as I could feel Sarah’s tight muscles clenching my cock.

I was more confident now and no longer waited for the thunder to move. In and out I slid as Sarah squirmed under me. I varied the pace, first moving slowly then quickly. Sarah writhed and bucked. I bent down and grabbed her tits with both hands as I plunged my cock back into her. That was the last straw for her and she came. And came. I didn’t even know a woman could come from anal sex to be honest. Her arms buckled and she pressed her face into my pillow to muffle a scream.

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Chapter 1 Dave wanting to get plants in before the hot summer months were upon them. Dave was booked up for at least 6 weeks, but decided to take the job with an early start and hire some extra labor to maintain his current schedule. Plus he planned to personally be on site for this one just so he could get to know Traci better. They agreed upon starting the following Monday.

From day one of the job, Traci was always there first thing to greet Dave and his crew of two. Even at that early hour she was bubbly and beautiful. She always wore a bright flowery sun dress that gave hints to the treasures beneath. Her legs were long, tan and athletic. They were topped by a wonderfully curvaceous behind and gently swaying hips. Although they weren’t flaunted, it looked to Dave like she had nice grapefruit sized breasts. He did his best not to be caught in any lustful stares, but he thought she bagged him a few times. He wasn’t sure but he thought her smile widened on those occasions. But it wasn’t just Traci’s looks that enchanted Dave. She always seemed to be in a joyous mood. At break time she would bring out cold lemonade and snacks for Dave and the crew. Dave and Traci would walk the job and review progress and what plants would go here and there. It also turned out that Traci shared Dave’s passion for sports and they would get into lively discussions (and even livelier arguments) over the merits, or lack thereof, of the local baseball team. It was during those moments that Traci would touch Dave’s arms or back when he said something funny or poignant. Dave began to dread the inevitable end of the project as he doubted he would ever see Traci again. When the day came they parted professionally, although Dave sensed regret on her part as well.

Two weeks later Dave still couldn’t get this woman out of his head. So when she called him out of the blue on his cell phone to ask him if he could come by that afternoon to look at a few plants that didn’t seem to be doing well he stammered out that of course he could be there after lunchtime. The area was in the throws of a 4 day heat wave, with temperatures in the high 90’s and humidity that made you sweat right out of the shower in the morning. No wonder the plants weren’t looking good he thought as he drove down Traci’s street. This was shit luck on his part because he had guaranteed the plants. But since he was going to get to see Traci again, he didn’t care.

Traci answered the door with her typical bright smile. She wore a colorful sundress as usual except that this one was a mini. The bottom came just to her upper thighs and it had a scooped front that afforded Dave a great view of her cleavage. They went through the house out to the back pool area. The heat was tremendous and Dave noticed Traci’s nipples respond to the change in climate turning the flower pattern at her breasts three dimensional. Dave could see right away that the problem with the plants was a lack of water. Traci bent to examine each plant that they looked at and gave Dave a full view of her tits each time. He could see her swollen nipples clearly and it took tremendous self control not to get a hard on. After they had looked at all of the plants, Dave explained that they just needed extra watering to get through the heat ardahan escort wave and that they should rebound. Traci accepted this cheerfully and Dave was relieved he didn’t have to shell out for replacements. Traci commented on the heat and asked if Dave wanted some cold lemonade. He told her he missed her daily lemonade treats, and threw in that he missed their chats as well. She indicated the same feelings to him. They sauntered over to the cabana where there was an outdoor pantry with refrigerator and stocked bar. Dave sat down on a lounge chair while Traci took the lemonade out of the frig. As she reached up to the cupboard to get the glasses her dress rode up her ass briefly and Dave saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He got a quick peek at her bare ass and he was starting to believe she was purposely teasing him, but his professional side kept his reaction in check. That was until she dropped the ice tray on the floor spilling cubes all over. She bent over at the waist to pick up the cubes and Dave found himself staring at her bare pussy. Dave could take no more so when Traci stood back up he was right there to take her in his arms and passionately began kissing her. Her tongue forcefully pushed its way into his mouth to frantically dance with his.

Traci could feel his hardening cock press against her crotch and she ground up against it, desperate to have it in her. Dave unzipped the back of her dress and it fell to the floor leaving her naked except for her sandals which she kicked off on her way to the lounge chair. Dave ripped his own sweat soaked clothes off as he followed her to the padded chaise. They were both slick with sweat from the heat and their own passion. As Dave lay down on top of Traci he picked up an ice cube off the ground and brought it to her lips. She kissed and sucked on the cube like it was a small cock. He pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed it all around her lips before sliding it down her neck towards her heaving breasts. Traci was so hot that the cube left a trail of cool water in its wake and was gone by the time Dave got it to her right nipple. He picked up another cube and brought it to her swollen nipple. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Traci as he rubbed one nipple with the ice and sucked the other one into his mouth. She moaned as he nipped at it with his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. Soon this cube melted and he picked up another and switched sides, applying the ice to the left and sucking hard on the right. Traci was on fire at this point and her cunt dripped with lust. After the cube on her nipple melted away Dave slid his mouth downward towards her neatly trimmed slit. Traci spread her legs open for him as his tongue drew nearer her tunnel. Dave reached down and picked up 3 cubes from the ground and slid one after another into her cunt. Traci welcomed this invasion with a long moan. He moved up close to her pussy as it dripped melting ice water and sex sauce. He blew gently on it before burying his face in her sex. He pushed his tongue in deep and thirstily drank her freely flowing juice. He pulled out and began lapping at her sopping slit all around her labia and occasionally stabbing it in her hot hole. The air was heavy with humidity, the wet sounds of artvin escort Dave’s ministrations and Traci’s Oohs and Aahs. Soon the cubes were completely melted but the fluid from her cunt didn’t dissipate and Dave continued to lap it up. When he finally licked his way up towards her clit Traci climaxed. She grabbed the back of his head as if to try and pull his head inside her cunt. She ground her pussy up and down his face as he tried to get her clit between his teeth. Once he found purchase he sucked it hard into his mouth. Traci screamed as her orgasm reached another level and Dave had to hang on for dear life while she bucked against his face.

As Traci was in the throws of climax Dave reluctantly pulled himself away from her dripping sex. His 8 inch cock was bobbing and throbbing uncontrollably as lust crazed blood coursed through it. He grabbed Traci by the thighs, pushed her open and with deadly precision sunk his shaft in to the hilt. Traci screamed in pleasure and Dave wondered if the neighbors could hear them. That thought quickly went away as she encouraged him to fuck her and to fuck her hard. And fuck her he did. He stood with his legs astride the chaise and with her legs pushed back to her chest he began to pump her full of cock. Dave repeatedly pulled almost completely out before plunging all the way back in, his sweaty balls slapping her equally sweaty ass. She was so wet and tight that her cunt made slurping and sucking sounds that mixed with both their moans and cries of pleasure. The chaise lounge groaned it’s disapproval as the weight and rocking momentum from their coupling put its structural integrity to the test. Dave began to alter his angle each time he penetrated her and his lust peaked as he began to piston his dick faster with each thrust. Traci gasped and began to babble incoherently as her second orgasm hit her like a freight train. She was pushing her cunt back at him almost as fast as he was pushing in as if to try to swallow him whole. Dave threw his head back and cried out as his own climax tore through him. He buried his cock and roared as his seed shot out deep into her tunnel. Again and again his prick pulsed and shot, once, twice, three, four times. He filled her to overflowing and they both grunted and groaned thru their mutual crescendo. Finally his stick reduced to a dribble of come and Traci began to get her breath back. He bent to kiss her full on the lips and his prick slipped out of her sopping pussy with a plop and they both began to giggle and then full out laugh at the mess they were, covered in their own juices and soaking with sweat.

Dave fell back on the chaise next to Traci’s. Slowly they both returned to their pre-sex state, although being naked next to Traci kept Dave in a semi state of arousal. Traci was able to get them both cold drinks without incident. They cooled off and talked about themselves. Dave was the confirmed bachelor. He didn’t see the need to rush into long term relationships, nor had he met the right woman to change his outlook on life. Plus his work kept him busy and he enjoyed the freedom that being successfully in business for himself afforded him. Traci told him how she married Scott for his money, and became his trophy wife. At first she was fine bodrum escort with the arrangement, but the last few years she came to regret her decision. She had never cheated on him until today, yet she didn’t feel the slightest guilt. After all she had just had the best sex she has had since college, almost 6 years ago.

Traci downed the rest of her drink and playfully tossed the remaining ice cubes at Dave. He jumped up and began to chase her around the pool. Traci jumped into the tepid water and Dave followed. She was a good swimmer and it took him a few minutes to finally catch her in the shallow end by the waterfall. He pinned her against the rocks and held her hands over her head. He bent to kiss her and they started their tongue tango once again. He began to get hard as her tongue played easy to get with his own. Dave relaxed his grip on Traci’s hands. All of a sudden she slipped from his grasp and went underwater, leaving him with his arms empty and his tongue hanging out. Quickly before he could react Traci took his cock in her mouth underneath the water and began to suck on it vigorously.

She had a good vacuum hold on it and bobbed her head up and down the shaft, almost taking it all the way down. Dave gasped with both surprise and pleasure. She let go after 20 seconds or so and came up for air. She smiled up at him, took a big gulp of air and slipped back under. His cock slid between her lips once again and she continued with a hard sucking motion, twisting her head with each journey down his shaft. After a few repetitions of sucking and coming up for air, she told him to sit up on the rock ledge so she could finish him off properly. Dave pulled himself out of the pool, twisted around and sat with his legs splayed and dangling in the water. His cock glistened with a mixture of beading water and slimy precum on the tip. Traci licked her lips and then extended her hot tongue to lap up his juice. She gave a MMM delicious sound and then took his length completely down her throat. Rapidly she rose up to the top, where she swirled her tongue around his swollen glans and just as fast swallowed him whole again. Dave was panting and groaning like it was his first time.

He couldn’t believe how good a cocksucking he was getting from such a beautiful woman. She sucked hard on his cock trying desperately to coax his love sauce from his tight ball sack. Dave cried out he was cumming and then shot a long stream of spunk down her throat. Traci pulled her mouth so just the tip was between her lips and she sucked and licked his sensitive head as his load spewed forth. Dave’s cock continued to pulse and shoot until he was spent, but Traci continued to lovingly lick and nip at his meat. Finally she let him go and seductively licked a stray rope of jizz off her chin. She pulled herself out of the pool and sat next to him. Dave’s head was still tilted back as he caught his breath. Traci raised herself up and gave him nice French kiss and Dave could taste his essence on her tongue.

Soon they came back to reality. Traci told him that Scott was due home soon and he would have to go. She hastily gathered her clothes together and headed for the house. She flashed him a great smile and said she really enjoyed the afternoon and hoped they could see more of each other in the future. Dave left in a daze, on cloud nine. A couple of blocks away he passed Scott in his Beamer. Dave waved hello, Scott didn’t wave back. Your loss, Dave thought to himself as visions of the afternoon came back to him, your loss.

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Sometimes it is not the sex but some kind of connection that makes it wonderful. Sue is one person for whom my lust was so intense that her name gives me a hard-on. Our sex is quite straightforward but it is so intense that we become blind and oblivious to our environment. Due to our own careers Sue had to leave my city. It had been more than six months with ‘howdy’ email exchanges and not even a phone call.

Then one day I get a call that she is back to the city. A rush of blood went to my head and woke up all the nerves. I could feel the heat in my ears and a stirring below. Then we talked and how much we missed each other. We both just wanted to meet. Instead we felt a little anticipation would be a nice touch. I suggested that we video our session so we have something to bank on in our absence. We decided to meet at my apartment after work. I will go home earlier and light up the place for the video. We just melted in each other’s words so much that our breathing got heavier with long pauses. As I disconnected, I was hard as hell, luckily I was well covered behind my large table in my own office.

The rest of the day went slowly with a boner all the time. My shirt and pants were micro-fiber materials so soft that I was tenting prominently. I decided to stay put. During the day we exchanged some erotic emails making the day more intense. Finally, it was time to go and I rushed out. I reached home and started setting up the place, lighting and the camera was on tripod. Then I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I am an average guy. I am about 150 pounds, 5’10” height with lean muscles. I work out and play just to keep myself in decent shape. Down there I am ok, 6 inches but quite thick and curved. And I am brown, so my skin has different shades. I remembered Sue. She is petite, 5′ and 110 pounds. She is very fair with 33C, 28, 34 for the record. But the curves are well pronounced and she has a wide hip, long legs. Her brown flirty eyes, beautiful lips and short black hair adds to her statistics.

We decided to look formal for the video. So I was still wearing my formal blue shirt and grey trousers and she said that she was in a deep red top with a black skirt till the knee. No stockings but what’s under is not for my ears but for my eyes. OK so I waited. After a while I got a call that she has pulled into the parking lot. I did a last minute check on the video camera to make sure angle and lighting was correct and hit the record button. I stepped out and went down to receive. There she was. One would barely notice much in her attire, but when I know I am going to have sex everything stood out. The nice curves on her breast that I could faintly see the seams of the bra. She was well buttoned up but I could see her thin chain stopping short of the slight bulge that disappeared under her top. The well-formed calf disappeared under her black skirt that had a very short slit on the sides exposing the thighs a little bit. Watching her coming towards me was painful, as I was feeling so intense. I opened the main door and she gave me a hug. The smell and the touch were electrifying as I held her hand. She just gripped it and closed her eyes for a second.

We walked up the stairs. Luckily there was no-one around as we brushed each other. Not a word came out, that’s later. I opened the door and she saw the video. I closed the door behind her and she urfa escort was straight ahead facing the video not knowing what to do. The ominous blinking red light indicated we were on tape. Without a word I just grabbed her from behind. And our long awaited session began. I stooped a bit to dig my lips into her neck and she just lifted both her arms and held my head. Because of the height difference my hips were not reaching her behind. My hand wrapped around her stomach and gave a push towards me as I thrust myself forward. Regaining the balance for a moment I thrust my pelvis into her ass. She responded gracefully and began a slow grinding motion of the hip. I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts and started rubbing them. I could feel her nipple growing as she gave a soft moan and whispered ‘Jay’.

My lips were sucking her neck and ear lobes as she moved her hand to stroke my hard on through the clothes. And then she turned and pushed me against the wall and just threw herself onto me. With a bent knee and spread legs she fit into my frame and our lips were united. After 6 months it had a nostalgic feeling as our tongues probed. Now her back was on the video with our passionate kiss rolling. At this moment, I was squeezing her bottoms and slowly lifted her skirt without losing the squeeze. And now I felt her soft skin and start of the panties. A quick peek at the LCD screen that was swiveled to face us revealed a light colored panty. Then I was back to business. I held her bottom to me as I dry humped her. Then in a quick motion I turned her against the wall, that’s more conventional. The video was at an angle so it was recording Sue’s front view obstructed partly by me. At this time I lifted the front of her skirt and felt her mound. Yes, she had cropped her hair really short for me and she was wet through the 100% cotton panties. The wetness instead of wicking as in a polyester or silk actually spreads all over. That’s my taste. We were still kissing passionately with moans and groans and she had closed her eyes. As I said we get blind in our passionate times. As I rubbed her under, with a swift and hurried move I unzipped my pants. Sue responded by thrusting further to continue feeling as the back of my hand rubbed through her panties. I could sense that she is going to have a mini-orgasm. With the buttons and belt still one, I pulled down my underwear and held my penis. I could sense the pre-cum wet my fingers as I thrust forward into her. I just made a short circular movement of my penis against her panties. I must have hit the spot she gasped and convulsed a bit. I started humping her She put her head on my shoulders as I gripped her bottom into me.

My thrust grew harder and faster and she came once more and collapsed on my shoulders. And slowly we came to our senses. I almost came but had to hold back. I released the grip on her bottoms and my hands now were rubbing the shoulder. We were now looking into each others eyes as we slowly gyrated against each other. Her skirt fell except for the front part that was held up by my penis. It must be making an erotic sight in the video. It is time to play the second part.

Reluctantly she moved to the long sofa and sat in a corner. Once again I placed the video at an angle so it would capture her front more. I didn’t bother to put my hard on back. Wet and glistening, sivas escort Sue did not take her eyes away. I adjusted the focus and satisfied, I hit the record button again. I sat next to her. She gently held my penis and didn’t do anything. I stroked her hair and took a loving deep look into her face. That’s when we spoke ‘how are you?’ We spoke softly and caringly. I told her that she looks great now, the new job must be good. As we spoke my hands wandered and was soon rubbing near her color bone. My lips brushed her cheek and slowly her hands started moving on my penis. And my finger started unbuttoning her top. After the second I noticed her black bra and bent down to kiss her neck. More buttons came off and the video can now see the bra and her exposed half of breasts. All the buttons were off and my hands were now moving down. Once in a while I will thrust my hip into emptiness. And she would tactically respond by rubbing the head of my penis with her bare knee.

I start to suck her nipples through her bra. The other hand is now pulling the skirt above. She was lost in her world the hands had stopped massaging but started to pull my penis towards her. The skirt had now ridden well above and I can see her panties. It was pink floral with a nice lace and my finger started rubbing her slit over the panties. Now I can’t let my humping the air. I kneel down on the floor and she moved to the edge. I make a palm as though to slap and hold her pussy such that the base of my palm is rubbing her most sensitive area. She grinds into my hand and tries to reach my penis. Now I move into her. We are too hot for anything. With a single move, my belt and buttons are off. The pant and underwear are now at my knees and I start humping her. My both hands are now squeezing her tits. Deftly I put aside her bra strap exposing her beautiful breasts. They are round and soft with a slight bounce that radiates all over her chest.

I think she too had lost it and with her fingers she parts the panties. I am so lost I don’t realize till there was a change of temperature down there. There was a brief moment when I saw her with the panty pulled aside, one breast exposed, her red top completely open but still hanging, skirt high up. My shirt buttons had come off. Her hand was holding the base of my penis ready to guide into her. The tip of my penis was slightly rubbing her slit. It was so intoxicating. Both of us took a moment to look into the LCD and yes it was capturing it all. We looked at each other and there I pushed in. Wow, it was hot, she closed her eyes and turned her head side ways. I dropped myself forward with my hands catching her shoulder from behind and pressing downwards. Her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me into her. I almost bit her shoulder and her nails dug into my back and practically she was hanging to me with only her ass on the sofa.

I waited for a moment to feel the heat and start moving. This was a deep slow move without pulling out the penis. I pull out only half an inch and then thrust deep into her. I wave slightly sideways and repeat. She was gone and I can’t even see her face. The video was capturing this, much to my pleasure later. Now the smell of sweet perfumes was replaced by the musky body odors. Her was disheveled as my thrusts became faster. I can’t hold on anymore. And now I pull out almost fully tekirdağ escort to give shift thrust. That had a different effect as she put her head back hanging with my lips on her breast, in a classic stance. I whispered in a feverish tone ‘ Sue I am coming’…She pulled the hair above my neck and pulled into her tightly….’come dear…me too’. Her legs were now tight wrapped and moving slowly like a python crushing its victim. My thrust gets a little faster. That’s it. I convulse to have my orgasm first and the brain almost shuts down. And I came hard and long. Phew….as we relax without moving. We just look into each other smiling. Little beads of sweat were rolling our faces. We relaxed our grips and she fell back. I was still in her, convulsing less intensely still cumming!! I put my palm against her face that was now on facing away from me. She was kissing. Then I collapsed on her with my face on her breast.

We must have been like that for sometime. By this time, my penis had come out and we were both dripping our juices. I slowly got up and stopped the recording and sat next to her. She was not moving at for a while. She was such a beautiful sight that I didn’t want to touch her. Aah, it was time for a break and a bath that was out part three.

I got some wipes and cleaned her up as she looked at me in a daze. In the process I had stripped completely. I got some water and juice to regain our lost energy. We kissed warmly. She seemed to refuse to move. So I started stripping her meticulously. She was looking at my eyes all the time. I was on the floor kneeling to do all this and soon she just fell on me. We held each other for a while, brushing the hair, stroking the eyebrows etc. Then I got up went to the bathroom readied the camera. No dramatic angle, as there was little room for creativity.

Our shower started. At first we were just holding each other and feel the water. I was half hard by now rubbing her just below the naval. This is a very soft spot. She moved and started kissing my chest. Then she kissed the nipple. Now that sets me on fire instantly. With an argh…my back curved backwards and the fully hard member pushed into her stomach. She aggressively moved and started sucking my nipples. She started biting and nibbling and that drove me crazy. I started grabbing her bottoms into me, moving randomly only get myself into her. She was teasing. This time she was in total control. With the other hand she held my penis and started moving still sucking my nipples. They were sore now and I was crazy. I don’t know what I was doing. My hands would grab her breast or nipples and then immediately pull her ass to m, bend down so that my penis would try to touch her slit. This dance went on till she stopped and turned around with her back against me.

I couldn’t wait and I thrust her from behind. A low hoarse sound came from her acknowledging. This time there was no build up. No need, I was just wildly thrusting into her holding her upper thighs. One finger was rubbing her clit. Another hand was squeezing her breasts. It was all beyond control and once in a while she would turn around to look at me. My eyes were half closed and I was ready to cum. I don’t think she came rather she was enjoying me. I hit hard and came rapidly.

We just lay in bed. We put away the video. We talked about what we did in the last six months. Our jobs. We snuggled naked into each other. Between long pauses we would wake up to ask a question, answer and go to sleep in satisfaction. Our lust was so intense that we had to do it a few times before morning to get back to our current state. But there was something different this time.

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This is an account of what happened a few years ago. Most of it is true with just a little bit of fantasy thrown in.

Kerry was just 18 when she came to work for me as an office junior. Even as a school leaver she seemed very forward and though she was a little overweight she was more than willing to wear low cut tops and short skirts to work which went down very well with the men who worked in the factory.

She had a boyfriend but was more than happy to let everyone know that she was also seeing a married black man.

It wasn’t long before she was cadging cigarettes from the men in the factory and when they asked for a flash of her tits for one she was more than happy to oblige. Within weeks she had several of the men under her control, buying her Red Bull drinks and packets of cigarettes. Although she was still only flashing her tits for them I think they all thought there was more for them. She definitely preferred flirting with the older men, I think she had had enough of boys her own age from when she was at school and from when she went out in the evening.

She soon settled into work and although she was only an office junior she was very good and it soon became clear that she was capable of a lot more. In the cold weather she would wear jeans and trainers but was always happy to flaunt her ample bosom by wearing a low cut top.

One Friday she was going out with her friends straight from work so she changed and left all her work clothes in a bag under her desk. On Saturday I went into work to catch up with some paperwork and as soon as I saw the bag under her desk I just had to have a look. I took out all the clothes and put them on her desk. Of course the first thing I picked up was her panties which were white with small flowers on them. I put them to my nose and could easily smell her pussy juices, they were also stained. I inhaled deeply and adored her personal smells. I picked up her bra and looked at the size which was 38E and I sniffed this too.

My cock was now hard and I undressed totally. I wiped her panties over my cock and balls and then tied her bra round my cock and balls as tight as I could. I loved the feel as my balls seemed so big. I held the gusset of her panties to my nose and inhaled her aroma as I started wanking. Her blouse and trousers were on her desk and I wanted to cum on them but I knew I wouldn’t get away with that. He smell of her cunt juices was so powerful that within a couple of minutes I knew I was going to cum. I untied bra and held the cups open and spunked right into the middle of each cup.

I really soaked her bra and decided to dry it without washing so I held it in front of a hot air heater which soon dried it. I had to look really close to see what I had done and hoped I would get away with it. Her panties, however I decided to keep. I put the rest of her clothing back in the bag and put it under her desk.

On Monday morning I wore her panties under my trousers and when she came in it gave me a hard on knowing I was wearing the panties that had been next to her cunt were now next to my cock. She didn’t even look inside her bag of clothing and just picked them up when she went home. Whether she ever realised she had a pair of panties missing I don’t know. I like to think that she wore the bra again with my dried cum in the cups.

The following Saturday I went into work and looked in her desk and found some lipstick and face cream. I took my clothes off and pulled my foreskin all the way back and then using her lipstick I coated the head of my cock with it and then pushed it as far as I could into my peephole. I then held her panties to my nose and inhaled her cunt juices and wanked myself off. I loved the look of my cock with its slutty red head. I was soon going to cum and I opened the jar of face cream and shot spurt after spurt into it. I used my finger to mix it all in.

On Monday morning, again wearing her panties under my trousers I loved watching her put face cream on and then her lipstick. I was hard rize escort just watching her do this.

The other thing about Kerry was that she smoked and I have always enjoyed watching sexy females smoke ever since I was seduced by an aunt when I was a teenager and she smoked and always wore deep red lipstick and since then I’ve always associated females who smoke and wear deep red lipstick as being sexy.

Whenever she went outside for a smoke I accessed the cctv camera and focussed on her smoking. It aroused me watching her suck on the cigarette wishing it was my cock she was sucking on.

When she reached the age of 18 she got her first credit card and not unexpectedly she had reached her limit within two weeks. One Monday morning she came into work and was clearly upset and I asked her the trouble was. She told me that she had to pay her credit card bill and had spent all her money. I told her that just this once I would lend her the money and deduct it from her weekly wages over the next four weeks. She was very thankful that I had helped her out and she gave me a hug and I loved the feel of her large tits squeezing against me.

On Friday she got her wages and saw that I had deducted the first payment and moaned to me that she didn’t have enough money to last her the weekend. I told her that was what we agreed and she went off for the weekend in a bad mood.

As usual on Saturday I went into work and used her lipstick to coat the head of my cock and this time I wanked and spunked into her work shoes which she always leaves there when she goes home.

When she came in on Monday she asked to speak to me in private and we went into my private office.

She said, ‘I can’t afford to have that money deducted from my wages every week so I want to pay you back in kind.’

‘Well what have you got in mind?’ I asked.

‘Anything you want,’ she replied. ‘I know you often come into work on Saturdays and I could come in too.’

‘And what are you offering?’ I asked.

‘As I said, anything you want, and you pay my credit card bill each month. I know you watch me smoking when I’m outside, would you like me to put on a sexy smoking show for you and I know you’ve got a pair of my panties from when I left my clothes here. I might even let you take my panties off and keep them. You see I’m prepared to do lots of things and all it costs you is my credit card bill each month.’

I was flabbergasted and didn’t know what to say. Here was this 18 year old girl offering to prostitute herself to me and I have to say I was very tempted. I have children older than her. I said, ‘Let me think about it.’

After lunch there was a knock on my office door.

‘Come in’ I said.

Kerry walked in, handed me something and said, ‘I think you’ll like these, I’ve just been to the ladies and played with myself through my panties. Just something to show you what you might be missing.’

She then stood beside me and took my hand and put it up her skirt. She was soaking wet where she had just cum.

She said, ‘Do you like the feel of my nice wet pussy, or would you prefer if it I used that other really naughty word, you know – my cunt? If you agree to my suggestion you can do more than just feel it.’

‘Well are you going to smell my panties, smell my cunt juices?’ she asked.

I put them to my nose and inhaled her wonderful slutty smell. I could feel my cock hardening and I knew at that point what my reply would be.

She turned and walked out of the door.

Just before everyone left at the end of the day I asked Kerry if she could give me a minute of her time. She came into my office and I said, ‘I’d be delighted to take you up your offer. I’ll pay the minimum amount off your credit card. Let’s see how it goes for the first month and hopefully we can make it a permanent arrangement. So shall we say 10.30 on Saturday?’

‘I’ll be here, I’ve already got a few ideas that I think you’re going to enjoy,’ she replied.

As I heard sakarya escort her leave I locked the door after her and went to her desk. I took out her face cream and pulled my foreskin right back and rubbed her face cream round the head of my cock while I sniffed her panties. It wasn’t long before I was shooting my spunk all over the place.

The next morning I told the lady who does the wages that Kerry had paid me back and there was no need to deduct money any more.

In the next few days I noticed that whenever Kerry went outside for a cigarette she would make sure that she was in full view of the cctv camera.

On the Saturday I got into work at about 9.30 and was very horny just thinking about what she might have in store for me. At about 9.45 she rang the doorbell and I let her in and she followed me in the main office where her desk was. She put her arms round me and kissed me and said, ‘I really appreciate you helping me out with my debts.’

I said, ‘I think I should be thanking you.’

‘Sit down and see what I’ve got in mind,’ she said.

I sat about 4 feet away from her while she sat at her desk. She opened her handbag and put on the desk her cigarettes and lighter and her make up bag.

She was wearing a short skirt and a low cut t shirt. She swung the chair round to face me and parted her legs. She reached for her make up bag and took out a red lip pencil, looking in a hand held mirror she carefully outlined the lips, taking care to get a good shape, then she took her lipstick which was crimson red and started coating her lips with it. She gave them a minute or so to dry and then applied another coat much thicker than the first. Then after it had dried she coated her lips liberally with lipgloss. I have to say she looked incredibly sexy and I was very hard.

I said, ‘I want to kiss you.’

‘Later,’ she replied.

Then she took out a cigarette and put it between her crimson red lips. Although we do not allow smoking in the offices I certainly wasn’t going to stop it. She flicked the lighter and lit the ciggy and with it still held loosely between her lips she inhaled and then blew the smoke out through her red lips. She left the ciggy between her lips and picked up her mascara brush and started applying it to her eyelashes. When she had finished one eye she took a long inhale of the ciggy and took it out of her lips. She opened her mouth and I could see the ball of white smoke inside her mouth. Then she closed her mouth and exhaled the smoke through her crimson red lips.

My cock was rock hard, I had never seen anything so arousing. Then she put the ciggy back in between her lips and applied mascara to the other eye. When that was done she again inhaled on the ciggy and blew the smoke through her wonderful lips.

She then put the ciigy back in between her lips and asked, ‘have you got a hard on?’

When I nodded she said, ‘get your cock out I want to see it.’

I did as she asked, dropping my trousers and underpants to the floor – my hard cock was sticking out in front of me.

She then got her dark grey eyeshadow and started coating her eyelids with it. When she had finished she looked like the slut I know she is. She sat smoking her ciggy and blowing the smoke directly at me as we stared at each other. She put the ciggy between her lips and stood up and undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her panties were plain white and I could clearly see a wet patch in the middle.

Then she put the ciggy down and took off her t shirt. She had a lovely white quarter cup uplift bra. Then she sat down and carried on smoking the ciggy but now she started rubbing her pussy mound through her panties. The more she rubbed herself the wetter the patch became.

‘Come and take my bra off,’ she said.

I stood up and stepped out of my trousers and underpants and took the two steps across to her. She was staring at my erect cock. She sat forward on the chair and I reached behind her and unclipped samsun escort her bra and look it off. Her tits looked magnificent and her nipples were red and huge. I reached for them and squeezed and pinched her nipples. I hear her sigh with pleasure as I pinched and squeezed them. She was now rubbing herself even harder and I suspect she was not far away from cumming.

‘Sit down and watch me cum, I want you to look at me as I cum,’ she gasped.

As I sat down again and pulled my chair closer to her she stubbed her ciggy out and lit another one. She sat with it between her lips smoking it as she played with herself. The look on her face showed me she was very close to cumming. The wet patch on her panties was now huge as she neared her climax.

The sight I saw only feet away from me was one the horniest I have ever seen. Here was a pretty young girl, heavily made up with slutty make up, smoking and wanking herself off for me. She took one last deep inhale of the ciggy and took it out of her mouth and screamed out in pleasure as she had an enormous orgasm.

She put the ciggy back in between her lips and sat back in the chair recovering. Her eyes were closed as she bathed in that wonderful feeling that follows a very satisfying climax.

She finished her cigarette and stood and came over to me. She slipped her panties down her legs and held them to my nose and I inhaled the wonderful sexy aroma of her cunt juices.

She said, ‘I want you to smell my cunt juices as I make you cum.’

She reached down and touched my cock for the first time. I was already desperate to cum. She knelt down on the floor between my legs while I held her panties to my nose. She leaned forward and I looked down and saw those wonderful crimson red lips encase the head of my cock. She clamped her lips tightly round the head just as she had done with her cigarette. She sucked hard on me while she wanked my shaft. We both knew I was about to cum. I inhaled the aroma from her panties and my cock shot spurt after spurt into her hot mouth.

Even after I had finished cumming and my cock started to subside she kept on sucking. Eventually she stopped and knelt up in front of me. Her lips were still that gorgeous red, she opened her mouth and showed me that it was still full of my cum.

She opened her mouth even more and my spunk started dribbling out over her red lips, down her chin and onto her tits. She then started rubbing it into her nipples making them hard and red again.

‘I need to cum again, lick my cunt for me,’ she said.

She sat back down on her chair and lit up a cigarette as I knelt between her legs. With the ciggy between her lips she played with her nipples, pinching, squeezing and pulling them.

I put my mouth to her pussy, the smell of her juices was overpowering. She was soaking wet as I slowly licked up and down her slit. She sighed with pleasure as I increased the speed of my licking. I could smell the cigarette smoke as she exhaled it through her gorgeous lips. She put her hands behind my head and pulled me hard against her wet pussy and ground herself against my mouth. Her cunt juices were flooding out of her as she screamed out and had another colossal orgasm.

We cleaned up and she let me keep her panties. I put them on and took them home. I kissed her and thanked her and said I was looking forward to our next meeting.

She said, ‘I already have some ideas, see you at work on Monday.’

The next week at work was fine with Kerry teasing me a lot and giving me a nice smoking display on the cctv. She also gave me another pair of her panties. She agreed to meet me at work on Saturday morning again when she told me she had a surprise for me.

Again on Saturday I was ultra horny and was wearing one of her pairs of panties. I was sitting in the office when the doorbell rang. I went and opened the door and was stunned to see Kerry standing there with an older woman.

She said, Hi Rob, this is my mum Pauline, she’s got some trouble paying her credit card bill and wondered whether you could help her out?’

I put out my hand and said, ‘It’s nice to meet you Pauline, come in and let’s see what we can work out.’

If you’d like to hear what happened between my, Kerry and her mum let me know and I’ll write an account of it.

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A Jog Fuck – Phone Sex – Spying on Denise Using a Dildo – In the Backseat with Lillian – First Time Anal – Caught in the Act

I was on my best behavior the following day, knowing that both Denise and Maureen would be watching my every move.

Just before noon I told my mother I was going for a run. I was striving to be in the best possible condition on entering college in a few months to make a good impression on the swimming coach, and had taken to jogging several miles every other day. On the other days I logged in several hours swimming at either our own pool, or the Country Club’s, which was Olympic sized and better suited for competitive swimming.

I donned a sweatshirt and soccer shorts, made sure my running shoes were properly tied and set out, intent on traversing the trail leading from our house to the local park.

I seldom encountered another jogger before reaching the park. At this hour I could be sure to have other runners sharing the path with me, not that I minded, in fact I enjoyed the brief conversation exchange between them and me.

I rounded a corner about a quarter mile from where my current path joined that of the county park’s when I saw her, jogging in place, obviously waiting for me.

I smiled at my sister, wondering briefly how she had managed to leave Barney back at the house as she joined me, step for step past the occasional well kept lawn, hedged sidewalks and elegant country homes for the next half mile without a word between us.

A quick, covert glance at her revealed a light sheen of sweat covering the bare skin of her back between her sports top and shorts. She had no trouble in arousing me. I rather liked the feeling of my body doing two things at once. I let her pass me, then ran faster, timed my breath with her footfalls, and caught up to her.

Mo had run track in the short time she attended high school, but stopped cold when mother had us tutored by Miss Ginger. I was surprised to find her in such good condition then realized that she might actually be on her college track team and not have mentioned it to me.

I could smell her sweat and realized she could smell mine as well. I could hear her breath, regular, rhythmic and constant. Her stride didn’t pound the road but was light and quick. She was a slight woman. My own stride was heavier and hard.

Running side by side, I could hear the timbre of her voice in her breathing. I imagined the light rhythmic fall of her lean body, legs open, belly moistening my cock as we wrestled for position on her bed if the opportunity presented itself later.

Suddenly she exerted a burst of speed and passed me. I tried to catch up, couldn’t and abashedly discovered that my sister was faster than me. But I still felt that I could run further than she could and contented myself to fall in behind her and admire her fine ass and flanks and on some turns, the slight jiggle of her breasts in the sports bra she wore.

And then, just before we entered a wide, meadow with the park looming on the other side, she slowed, waiting for me. When I reached her, Maureen shoved me off the path and I fell, sprawling over the cinder path and rolling slowly against a large oak tree.

“What the fuck!” I swore as I glanced down at my bloodied knee.

“Oh, are you hurt, Donnie?” She asked as she came to stand next to me, trying to catch her breath.

“Why’d you shove me like that, Mo?” I asked, furious and in pain.

“Are you really hurt?”The look in her eyes told me she was genuinely sorry and concerned.

She knelt down beside me; her hand brushed my cock, which was still hard.

“How can you run with that sticking out? You might have tripped over it if I hadn’t given you that push.”

I saw the grin form on her face and had to laugh. She was funny, all but accusing me of tripping over my hard on.

“Is this a good place?”

What?”

“Is this a good place to fuck?”

I looked around. It seemed a decent enough spot if we moved off the path and behind the even thicker oak tree scant yards away. I searched my memory for the number of runners encountered along this part of my run.

“It’s been quite a while since I met anyone along this stretch,” I admitted already having put aside the fact that she’d caused me to fall and hurt my knee.

I was delighted that there would be no uncertainty about when and where our next dalliance would take place.

I will confess that on first meeting Maureen on my run, I had envisioned the places where we might shed our clothing and rut like animals. I’d considered the park itself, even a taxi’s backseat—the driver’s were reputed to be considerate if tipped accordingly. And there was both an alley on the far side of the park that might afford sufficient concealment. I also considered a doorway, or a staircase, or even a rooftop where we could look out on the countryside as we dallied and diddled one another.

I grabbed Mo’s hand and pulled her after me as I half-ran, half-limped to the cover of the large oak. I pushed her down to the ground. She mersin escort had my cock in her hand on the way down and was jerking me off as I all but tore her shorts off.

True to form, Mo wore no underwear and fell back, spreading her legs for me in one fluid motion. I was inside her so quickly I had to cover her mouth and smothering her shriek. I didn’t care, nor did I ever ask if it was from surprise of pain for warm, squishy feeling of her cunt caused me to shut out the rest of the world for the next several minutes.

Only then did I feel the pain in my knee. Only then did I pause to glance at it; and only then did I turn Mo over onto all fours and renew our coupling by fucking her doggy-style.

Oh, she was so tight and so wet and warm, and more importantly I could feel her heartbeat through my cock. I could feel the blood pulsing in her vagina as my lungs expanded and my toes clenched as they dug into the mossy soil at the base of the oak tree, providing me with the leverage I needed to pound her senseless.

When we came, and we came together—there was no air between us and no names to distinguish us. We groaned as one, and I held her to me, ass against balls as we exploded in flashing lights, cum, and incestuous love.

We both froze as some thirty yards away another runner came up on us, and passed without glancing our way.

Mo began to laugh. It was a lewd, shameless laugh and I found myself joining in.

Still laughing, I pushed the tip of my manhood against her lips. She was still breathing heavily but opened wide letting her lips and tongue close around my sensitive knob. Her hands cupped my balls then one left to tickle my asshole.

I heard myself groan in rhythm to her sucking sounds. I inhaled and took in her smells, a comingling of sweat and perfume as well as the rich earthy odor of the mossy grass we lay upon.

Mo gently took me from her mouth and carefully examined my cock.

“You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” she said with a beatific smile.

“I can’t help but ask,” I aid making certain she saw my smile, “Have you seen all that many?”

She bit me on the upper thigh; the same leg as my bloodied knee. Before I could manage a protest, she had snarled her fingers in my hair and yanked hard.

“OW! What the fuck?”

“I told you I had twenty-two guys last night, Donnie. Why do you make me sound like a whore?”

“I haven’t made you out to be a whore, Mo. I only asked….”

Mo shut me up by kissing me—with a violent urgency—before shoving me away from her. I took in her heaving breasts and her averted gaze and thrust a hand up under her t-shirt and under the jogging bra and caught a rigid nipple and pulled on it.

“OHHHH!” Her already ragged breath quickened, but she didn’t move. I watched as her eyes slowly found their way to my stiffened prick, “Are you going…?”

“To fuck you? Yeah, ready or not, here I come!”

“Huh!” She grunted as I plowed into her. The heavy knob of my dick cock was just inside her, the lips of her sex stretched around the stem. My hands moved over hers, holding them to the tree.

She gazed at my chest, mouth open, sweating, legs open.

“Huh! Ohh, huh!”

I was totally sunk inside her. I had this thought that if I could see her belly in a certain light or angle that I would somehow see the bulge of my cock. But I was afraid to look.

I pulled way back and pounded back into her. Mo flinched and gasped.

“Oh, God … do that again!” she pleaded, breathing hard.

I set myself, looked around to see if anyone was near then hammered into her repeatedly. I heard a series of fluttering cries and moans.

“ON TOP!” she groaned.

I disengaged our coupling and rolled onto my back. Mo seized my slimy erection in one hand and guided it into her as she slowly squatted down on me.

And this time it wasn’t my imagination as I saw through half-lidded eyes, that my cock bulging inside her muscular abdomen.

“Like it, Mo?”

“Love it, Donnie!”

She rose up until her labia kissed the tip of my erection then plunged downward, enveloping the entirety of my shaft. Her breath grew halting, starting and stopping, out of sync. I recognized her oncoming climax in the arch of her eyebrows, her way in which her mouth opened, and her body stiffened. This was Miss Ginger reaching her peak; it was Denise a second before she came. There was no doubt. My sister was getting ready to erupt.

For some crazy reason I grabbed her. Mo struggled to free herself even as she ground against me. I forced her hands behind her—her wrists were thin…and then I had both wrists in one hand.

Maybe she could have freed herself but she didn’t. I pulled her hands, behind her forcing her to groan and arch her back. Her breasts and nipples stretched upward. She struggled to grind against me but the more she tried, the harder I forced her to arch. Her stomach and breasts were stretched taut.

She stopped moving, legs wide, penetrated. That’s right, muğla escort I told myself. I’m in charge.

“Donnie!”

I shoved two fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet.

I never expected her to bite me, but she did!

I swore at her, “God dammit, Mo!”

“Let me go! I hate being held like that. I need to have freedom of movement, Donnie!”

I let her hands go and she let off the biting although it still hurt like a sonofabitch. The anger in her eyes vanished and she started to suck on my fingers, apparently awaiting my next move.

She was still impaled on my erection, and I took one of her tits into my mouth.

“Don’t you dare bite me, Donnie!”

Letting go of the breast for a moment, until just the nipple was between my lips. I brought a slight pressure to bear with my teeth and managed to lisp, “What, no tit for tat?”

At which we both began to laugh, and our raucous fuck began anew.

Mo began to grind on my penetration. I applied more pressure with my teeth, knowing it had to hurt.

She stopped fucking and waited to see what else I was going to do.

I released the nipple with a soft pop and she smiled down at me.

“Good boy!”

“Ride me, cowgirl,” I groaned.

She did. Moments later I could see the bulge inside her where the nub of my cock lodged inside her. I began rising up to meet her downward moves. After six or seven times I felt Mo stiffening. Her slight frame was arching. She was cumming. Yes, she was cumming.

I saw her eyes roll back in her head.

I held myself in check as my sister convulsed around my prick. I reveled in each and every spasm; each and every time her penetrated abdomen gripped and released, gripped and released. She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t making a sound; and then, with a long groan, she was limp.

Saliva dripped from her chin. I helped her straighten up. She kissed me, and then licked the saliva from my chin after drooling on me. She kept kissing me, moving from my mouth to the hollow of my throat, tasting my sweat and maleness. I eased my cock out of her, wet and glistening with her juices. I squeezed a breast, then and pulled it. Her eyes fluttered as I turned her away from me and bent her over before pushing her gently to her knees.

“Donnie … what are ….?”

“I’m not finished with you, Mo.”

Huh?”

I sank my member into her still gaping cunt. She let out a keening breath as I fucked her, ass up. Mo she grunted with every thrust. Yes, she was my sister, but she was also a woman. I was beginning to understand women. At least insofar as their sexual needs.

I fucked her. I held myself still inside her. I made certain to angle my thrusts so that every inch of her vagina was touched by my cock.

When I came, I filled her womb with my seed. Finished at last, I fell over her and raked up the soil with my fingernails checking my fall.

We stayed that way . Mo’s ass jutting upward, my body mostly still over hers. We kissed, tenderly, without speaking. She licked my lips. I returned the favor.

Finally, I stood up and helped her to her feet. She pulled up her shorts, making no pretense to clean the fluids I’d deposited inside her. I saw a look of respect in her eyes when she met mine.

“You really make a girl feel like a woman, Donnie.”

“You’re not a girl, Mo, you’re every inch a woman.”

I glanced around, saw no one else in the area. “Better to get moving again,” I said.

Mo nodded and began to jog in that graceful manner she had. I followed her so as to admire that lovely rear and tried to see if my semen would run down her leg. It didn’t.

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Of course many other events occurred during this time, but I wish to remind the reader that we are only concerned with my sexual exploits and not my daily activities except for those that serve to illustrate my surroundings at the time of a particular sexual indulgence on my part.

And so I should mention the call to Alice. Due to her father’s overly protective nature, and the fact that Alice had just spent the night at my house, and although as far as they knew, had been properly chaperoned by my mother and supposedly other members of family and wedding party members, I couldn’t pry her out of the house for another round of sex.

Denise suggested I call Alice and engage in some rousing phone sex. She even suggested that she take part, if possible.

As it turned out, it was not possible. There were just too many demands on Denise’s time with the rapidly approaching wedding. So I found myself making the call alone.

I listened to her phone ringing, once, twice, three, four times. I almost hung up. I might have ruined everything by hanging up when her father answered, but I managed to keep my composure—thanks to Denise’s early pep talk on handling fathers.

I cleared my throat and asked to speak with Alice after identifying myself.

“Just a moment, Donald,” he said.

I waited an eternity before I heard Alice’s nervous nevşehir escort voice say, “Hello?”

Her voice sent a series of goose bumps up and down my body.

“Hi, Alice, it’s me,” I say.

“Just a minute,” Alice said, and then in a whisper added, “I’m taking the phone to my room.”

“There are extensions throughout the house, right?”

“Um, yeah … um, why don’t I call you back from my cell?”

“Sure, but why didn’t you give me your cell number in the first place?”

My question was answered by a dial tone. Alice had hung up on me. I hung the phone up and waited for her call. I didn’t wait long.

“Hello?”

“Donnie?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so glad you called,” Alice said.

“I wanted to come over and take you for a ride, but Denise told me it was probably too soon, so ….”

“That’s for sure. I would have loved to go for a ride with you though.”

“Yeah,” I said, “we could have parked in a nice quiet spot and ….”

“Oh, Donnie, you’re making me squishy!”

I laughed. “Mmmm, isn’t that the idea behind the call?”

“Oh, you’re naughty!”

“I was just thinking about the other night, you know?”

“Oh, I can’t get it out of my mind, Donnie.”

“Have you been touching yourself down there?”

“OH … don’t be asking me things like that over the phone!”

“Why not? It’s called phone sex. Haven’t you heard of it?”

“Of course I have. All the girls talk about things they’ve talked about with their boyfriends.”

“Really?”

“For sure!”

“Well I don’t want you telling anyone about our conversations. Promise me you’ll keep what we say to yourself.”

“Why? I’d like to make some of those bitches jealous.”

“You want them sniffing around me at school? You want them coming on to me, just to see if I’ll cheat on you?”

“NO!” she said and then, her voice began to whine, “You wouldn’t dump me for one of them, would you?”

“Alice, I’m delighted to be your guy. I don’t want anyone else. But you don’t go putting temptation in front of me. I mean, telling them about what we’re doing, or what we’ve done is asking for trouble. I mean, they might write shit about you in the girl’s bathroom, or spread malicious rumors about us, or just you.”

That seemed to get across to Alice.

“I think you’re right about that. Okay, Mum’s the word about us, except that I’m not going to hide that you and I are going steady.”

“That’s fine; after all, we’re going to the prom.”

“And I’m your partner in Denise’s wedding, too.”

“That’s all they need to know,” Alice said, apparently agreeing with me on keeping our sexual games just between us.

“Good,” I said. “Now let’s see how horny we can make each other.”

Alice didn’t respond. I waited, and then unable to contain myself I raised my voice and said, “Alice, are you there?”

“Huh? Whuh?”

“I asked you if you were ready.” I hadn’t, but I had forgotten what I’d said, and Alice seemed to have been day-dreaming, or worse, might have dozed off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Donnie, I was thinking about ….”

“About what, Alice?”

“Umm, you know ….”

“I don’t know, baby, tell me what you were just thinking, and I’ll tell you what I was thinking about doing.”

“Umm, you won’t get mad?”

“I promise, I won’t get mad.”

In a breathless voice, she blurted out, “I … I can’t stop thinking about your … cock.”

“Well that’s nice to hear. You know, I can’t get over what a fantastic body you have. And, and how nice it is to kiss you everywhere.”

She giggled, and said, “You did kiss me all over and I mean all over, didn’t you?”

“Actually no, I didn’t. I’ve been thinking about what we did and I realized that I missed your toes and feet. And I should have paid more attention to your ears and neck. I will next time though.”

“Oh, Donnie, that’s soooo sexy!”

“Well so is hearing a girl tell you she loves your cock.”

We both laughed giddily, and rushed into a deeper mode of sexual banter.

“Are you really hard right now, Donnie?”

“Yes, I’m holding it tight.”

“Are you rubbing it?”

“Um, guys don’t rub so much, they stroke.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“But girls rub, don’t they, Alice?”

“Mmmm. I’m rubbing now.”

“Do you have a vibrator?”

“Mmmm, yeah,” she said, drawing the last word out into three syllables.

I heard a faint click and then a growing buzzing sound. “Just turned it on. Can you hear it?”

My cock twitched as I replied, “Mmmm, I certainly do.”

We fell silent, the only sound was the constant buzz of her vibrator.

“Donnie?” Alice said in a little girl’s voice, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with this thingy.”

“I’d be delighted to help you use it, Alice.”

“That would be wonderful. You’d know exactly what to do. I just know it.”

“But you have to tell me how everything feels when you do.”

“I can try to do that. But if I get too excited ….”

“I want to hear it. I want to hear your excitement. I promise I’ll share mine with you too.”

“Okay.”

“All right, now lie back and imagine I’m right next to you.”

“Mmmm, that’s easy!”

Alice’s voice was dripping sex. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off, but realized if I didn’t tell her when I came, she wouldn’t be the wiser.

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Disclaimer: This is a story in which the characters cheat on their spouses. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don’t send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for married people to cheat. This is fiction. Although the character Lindsey was inspired by a real person, to the author’s knowledge that person has never actually engaged in adultery.

*****

The trip to Seattle for company sanctioned training had come as a surprise. No one had bothered to let me know that I was on the wait list to attend and, once I got the email congratulating me for being invited, I had to do a little scrambling to make the travel arrangements. I wasn’t really looking forward to sitting through two days of training that, according to the agenda, promised to be pretty mind-numbing but I’d never been to Seattle before so I vowed to make the most of it. I rarely had to travel for work so most of my trips were for pleasure and involved my family. Unfortunately, due to the late notice, we couldn’t work it out so that they could join me and take advantage of the free accommodations, at least. I didn’t know anyone else who was attending the training, but I figured I’d be fine on my own for a few days.

The training was taking place on a Friday and a Saturday with a dinner on Friday immediately after the training. Since the training was starting early on Friday morning, I made arrangements to fly in on Thursday afternoon. I also wouldn’t be flying out until Sunday so that I wouldn’t be arriving at my home airport late Saturday night. This schedule gave me Thursday night and Saturday night to explore Seattle. After dinner on Friday night, I suspected that I wouldn’t be doing much with the training resuming early on Saturday morning. The training and dinner, as well as my accommodations, were at the same hotel right near Sea-Tac Airport.

Thursday afternoon ended up being a blast, even though I was by myself. The weather was great so I took the light rail from near the airport and hotel into downtown. I explored a bit, had a few local beers and dinner and was back at the hotel reasonably early. The room and bed were comfortable enough that I had trouble dragging myself to the shower on Friday morning, but I made it to the training on time, suffered through a long day, then joined the other trainees for dinner. By the time that wound down, it was too late to really go out and do something more fun but it was also too early for bed. Fortunately, I’d known that the hotel had a pool, so I’d packed a swimsuit. It was still open for a bit so I changed and headed down. I had the pool to myself when I arrived, so it was relaxing as I just kind of floated around, my muscles loosening up after I’d been sitting all day.

I must have let my mind float away, as well, because I didn’t even notice that somebody had joined me until she was already entering the pool, descending the steps at the shallow end. I recognized her from the training, though I liked how she looked in her one-piece swimsuit more than in the business casual attire she’d had on earlier. She appeared to be around my age, meaning forty-ish, and had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. Her swimsuit showed that she had some nice curves and, though they were squished by the nylon material, her boobs appeared to be fairly substantial.

“I was hoping to sneak in before you even noticed me,” she said as I acknowledged her, “I can’t believe no one else is here.”

The water temperature was comfortable enough that she submerged herself pretty quickly then joined me and introduced herself. Her name was Lindsey and she wasn’t any more thrilled by the training than I was. We chatted about that, our home offices and what we each did there, our families and interests. She was married, too, and also had a child, though hers was younger than mine. It was pleasant and I wasn’t really thinking any unsavory thoughts, though she was definitely a MILF. I wasn’t getting a sense that she was interested in me in “that way,” either, though we did flirt a little bit. With both of us having been married for so long, though, I’m sure for both of us it was just kind of nice to have a member of the opposite sex other than our spouses who was interested in spending a little one-on-one time with us.

I think we were both surprised, given how late it was getting, when a woman showed up to the pool with a very loud, boisterous group of young children. It didn’t take long before we were being splashed and the adult woman was more interested in chatting on her phone than in what all of those kids were up to. We agreed to adjourn to the nearby hot tub, which the kids had either not yet discovered or had dismissed due to its smaller size. We exited the pool and moved our things closer to the hot tub then found the switch to turn on the bubbles and eased into it. I admit I did take the opportunity to admire Lindsey’s figure and kuşadası escort found it pretty appealing. I had a feeling I’d end up having a few unsavory thoughts about her that night as I tried to fall asleep alone.

It was a bit more relaxing in the hot tub than in the pool but, true to its name, it was hot in there. It was also loud with the bubbles flowing. Between that and the noise of the rambunctious children, we ended up moving closer together to continue our conversation. Our legs contacted each other a few times and we went from ignoring it to joking about it to doing it on purpose. It was by this point that it was becoming obvious that an attraction was developing between us and that the hot tub was probably not the best atmosphere to try to resist it. Finally, we seemed to be on exactly the same page as we leaned toward each other and our lips met. Did my brain start screaming at me about how wrong this was? No, but my cock definitely woke up and wanted to know what was going on. As we progressed to making out and I brought a hand over to caress one of her tits, I was wondering if her pussy was becoming wet and whether I should check given that we had two perfectly good hotel rooms that might be a better place.

When a couple of the kids decided to join us in the hot tub, despite what we were in the middle of, we stopped kissing and agreed that it was time to leave. We got out and grabbed some towels to dry off, moving away from the hot tub to a quieter area.

“I’d been planning to shower once I was done swimming,” she said, “Would you be interested in joining me?”

“I would absolutely be interested,” I replied and she smiled. When we were dry enough and had gathered our things, we headed back into the hotel and she led the way to her room. Once we were inside, she closed and bolted the door and we entered the bathroom. Rather than immediately turning on the shower, we started making out again and I know she had to feel my hardening cock against her abdomen. I massaged her ass before bringing my hands up to her shoulders and starting to slide the straps of her swimsuit down. Her arms had been around my neck but she had to bring them down so that I could start sliding down the top of her swimsuit. We separated so that I could watch as her succulent boobs were slowly revealed. As her hard nipples and large, light pink areolas were exposed, I lowered my head to lick and suck them while continuing to slide her swimsuit down.

I stopped when it was sitting at her hips so that I could caress the soft, smooth flesh of her tits while continuing to lick and suck her nipples. Her moans were echoing as she ran her fingers through my hair but I knew I could make her moan even louder. I started kissing my way down from her tits over her stomach toward her swimsuit, sliding it down further the closer I got to it until my lips were touching the top of her bush. I paused, moving my head back for a better view, then watched as her beautifully golden and well-groomed bush was revealed. As I let her swimsuit drop to her ankles, I felt my cock grow even harder as I gazed at her exposed pussy. I leaned in and ran my tongue up along her slit, tasting the pungent nectar that was accumulating between her lips. She did moan louder and gripped my head tighter so, as much as I was enjoying the opportunity to eat her blonde pussy, she was apparently enjoying it even more.

I started out lapping at her pussy, tasting her flavor, but progressed to licking and sucking her clit as I slipped a couple of fingers into her. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, which answered the question that had crossed my mind down in the hot tub. While I was definitely savoring eating her pussy, I couldn’t help but think about how incredible it was going to feel to slip my throbbing cock into her. I had zero doubt at that point that it was going to happen. As I slid my fingers in and out of her, she was moaning louder and longer, humping her pussy toward my face. I had no idea if I’d gotten her so worked up or if maybe she was a little pent up, which can happen when you’ve got kids. Either way, it didn’t appear that it was going to take long before she’d be cumming. I was perfectly fine with that since the level of pleasure she felt was more important to me at this point than duration. I suspected we’d have plenty of opportunity to indulge in long and intense orgasms before we both left on Sunday.

I knew for sure that she was getting close when she started tensing up more. I just continued what I was doing since it was obviously working quite well. Even though I was confident that I’d have another opportunity to eat her pussy, I was still devouring it like it would be my only chance and savoring everything about the experience. When the tension finally left her, she started shaking and crying out while I felt a flood of additional lubrication around my fingers. Just as I’d hoped, her orgasm was long and intense so I kocaeli escort continued eating her as long as she continued cumming. She released the grip she had on my head when she’d apparently finished and let out a sigh.

“Thank you, that was outstanding,” she said, breathlessly, as I sat back on my heels and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth, “but now it is your turn.”

She reached down and helped me to stand, her hands going right to the drawstring of my swimsuit as she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I started caressing her breasts again as she got my drawstring untied and reached into my swimsuit to grasp my rigid tool. She stroked it for a moment then broke off our kiss and dropped to her knees, taking my swimsuit down as she went. I was looking down as I stepped out of my swimsuit and she took my cock in her fist, pumping it briefly before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as she engulfed my cock in her hot mouth while continuing to pump the base and figured my orgasm would probably be upon me at least as quickly as hers had been.

She sucked me enthusiastically, not like she hadn’t sucked cock in a while but presumably because she’d been sucking the same cock for a long time. I know that I’d felt that way eating her pussy, where you’re just psyched to be doing it with somebody new and different. She was definitely demonstrating some skill, so there was no question that she had some experience, and the enthusiasm told me that she actually enjoyed sucking cock, so I was thankful to be the beneficiary of that enthusiasm. I knew that, between the skill and the enthusiasm, it wouldn’t be long before I was blowing a load down her throat. I also knew that, after lathering each other up in the shower, there was no doubt that I’d be ready to go again.

I was not only enjoying having her sucking my cock but I was also enjoying watching her sucking my cock. She’d glance up at me occasionally with her stunning blue eyes as if to confirm that her efforts were having the desired effect. I’m sure the expression on my face left no question. As my cock swelled even more the closer I got to cumming, she never even hesitated and, in fact, seemed to step up her efforts. I’m sure she wasn’t just trying to make me cum but she probably wanted to be sure that I experienced as much pleasure as she could provide. There was definitely no issue with that; I was absolutely savoring the pleasure of having my cock in her mouth.

When I started spewing into her mouth with a grunt, she swallowed my load without pause, continuing to suck my cock through my orgasm. Only once I was finally spent and starting to soften did she let my cock fall from her mouth. She looked up at me as she wiped the corner of her mouth then I took her hands and helped her stand. I went to kiss her but she turned so that I kissed her cheek instead, so I assumed she was self-conscious about having cum breath and let it slide. She did hug me, though, before getting the shower going and adjusting the water temperature. She beckoned for me to join her as she was stepping in, with a sultry smile so I knew we were still good. I followed her into the shower and took the bottle of body wash from her once she’d poured herself a handful. I poured myself a handful and, after setting the bottle down, began to work it into a lather. As she began to lather my chest, I started to lather hers, slathering suds all over her succulent titties.

Though her tits probably ended up cleaner than any other part of her body, we did thoroughly wash each other from top to bottom. My cock was fully rigid again by the time we were rinsing off and, though I was prepared to fuck her right there in the bathroom, she had another plan. Once we were suds-free, she shut the shower off and we grabbed a couple of towels. We dried ourselves and each other, hanging the towels up when we were done since she’d still need one the next morning, then as I was ready to start fucking, she led me out of the bathroom.

“No sense in letting a perfectly good king-size bed go to waste,” she said, indicating for me to get on it as she went to grab something. Once I was sprawled out on my back in the middle of the bed, she tossed me a condom then set the rest of a three-pack on the nightstand.

“You had a plan for this weekend?” I asked, rolling the condom onto my cock as she moved up onto the bed, her tits swinging.

“Uh, no,” she replied, “I developed a plan on the fly, actually, when I saw you out in the pool.”

“What?” I asked, incredulous, “Come on.”

“Seriously,” she said, as she was straddling me, “right by the door to the pool is a vending machine that I had been surprised earlier to see had condoms in it among all of the snacks. When I saw you out in the pool alone, I didn’t even really think about it; I just bought them and figured I’d leave them behind here in my room if nothing happened.”

“Well, I’m glad you went with your konya escort instinct,” I moaned as she lowered herself onto my sheathed tool. My hands went right to her tits as her hot pussy engulfed my cock and she sat there for a moment, feeling it inside her. I brushed my hands over her hard nipples as I caressed the soft, smooth flesh of her tits, my attention alternating between her tits and her golden bush. She started to slowly move up and down on my cock, both of us moaning at the pleasurable feeling. Her pussy was extremely wet and slippery and, even through the condom, it felt absolutely incredible. I found it nearly unbelievable that I was naked with and fucking this sexy MILF. I hadn’t had any intention of trying to hook up with anyone, much less one of my colleagues, while I was in Seattle but I really did not have any complaints about the way things were going.

Her slow, steady pace was gradually increasing and, as I realized that her tits were starting to bounce, I moved my hands down from her tits and around to caress her ass. Watching her tits bouncing was hypnotizing but, after a few more minutes, she ended up leaning forward, planting a hand on either side of my head. While I couldn’t watch her titties bouncing any more as she continued moving forward and back on my cock, this position put them close enough that I could get my lips and tongue on her hard nipples. I was caressing the soft, smooth flesh again and knew that I’d never be able to get enough of her succulent tits.

It turned out that she must have been getting close to cumming when she’d leaned forward and doing that had helped her get the rest of the way there. I was only licking and sucking her nipples for a short time when she slammed herself back on my cock and just held there. I felt her body start trembling as her orgasm washed over her so I continued stimulating her nipples, hoping that would either add to the intensity of her orgasm or the duration. When she finally went still, after what appeared to be both a long and intensely pleasurable orgasm, she remained where she was for a moment as she recovered. When she straightened up again, she moved off of my cock and moved over to lie beside me.

“Now that I’ve fucked you,” she said as she was moving, “it’s your turn to fuck me.”

I got up off my back but, rather than just lowering myself over her in the missionary position, I grabbed a couple of her pillows and had her lift up her ass. I wedged the pillows under her ass so that, as I was kneeling between her legs, I could guide my cock back into her pussy. Positioned like this, I was able to look down over her body as I commenced fucking her, admiring both her trim blonde bush and her succulent tits. I hooked her legs over my arms and slowly slid my cock in and out of her, watching her tits moving with the rhythm. Her pussy had been flooded with even more lubrication when she’d cum, so fucking her felt even better than it had and I knew that I wouldn’t be good for very much longer. I savored the slow build of my orgasm while enjoying the view of her body laid out before me.

Of course my attention continued to be drawn to her tits as they were moving and I knew I would not be cumming inside that condom. I certainly was enjoying the pleasure I was feeling as a result of fucking her hot, wet pussy but, as I was getting closer to cumming, I was also preparing to make a change. Before I was quite on the verge of an orgasm, I slipped out of her and lowered her legs, moving the pillows out from under her ass. While slipping the condom off and setting it aside, I moved up and straddled her, laying my cock between her tits. I took a tit in each hand and squeezed them together around my cock then started to slowly slide it between them. The feeling was extraordinary and there was no latex between my shaft and her soft, smooth flesh. She was watching the head as it peeked from her cleavage while my attention was on her succulent tits, large areolas and hard nipples.

I’d been fairly close to cumming before I’d finally been able to force myself to stop fucking her so it didn’t take much of fucking her tits before my orgasm was building up again. I wish I could have drawn it out longer because it felt so amazing but there was just no possible way without actually stopping, which I couldn’t have made myself do, anyway. I just savored the pleasure I was feeling as I continued to slide my cock between her tits, feeling it swell even more as I got closer to cumming. When I finally started spewing onto her chest with a grunt, her eyes got wide and she stuck out her tongue, but my shots were too weak to reach it. I continued sliding my cock between her tits until I was completely spent, then I released my grip and moved to lie beside her. She spread my cum around on her chest and licked it off her fingers as I watched, fondling the nearest tit.

“You want to just stay here tonight?” she asked, “Or do you need to get back to your room for anything?”

“I’d love to stay, as long as you don’t mind that I don’t have my toothbrush,” I replied, “I’ll just need to be up early enough to make it back to my room to get ready for tomorrow’s session.”

“Oh, trust me,” she said, “I’ll make sure you’re up early enough for more than that.”

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Author’s Note: This is a relatively short introductory chapter to an ongoing story line I would like to write. There is no sex in this chapter–that will come later.:) The purpose of this chapter is to introduce you to the main characters, and hopefully pique your interest. Feedback and comments are very welcome! Please let me know if you’d like to read more about Midnight . . .

*

She heard the screaming in the alley . . . just in time. She was about to head back to her apartment, strip off her costume, and take a long, hot bubble bath. She hadn’t expected to encounter any problems tonight—she envisioned just taking a quick, easy swing around town to get in a good workout, keep her timing sharp. It had been quiet lately, crime was down in the city. With a certain sense of pride, she liked to think she had played a part in that.

She hurled the grappling hook toward the ledge of the office building across the street. It gripped tightly, just as she knew it would. Once she had trained long enough, hard enough, once she deemed herself ready, she was determined never to miss. And she hadn’t.

Leaping off the rooftop of the old paper mill, Midnight swung across the street, a lithe form in the glow of the streetlights. If there had been passersby, they would have witnessed a world-class acrobat, a fearless athlete, at the peak of her abilities.

But there was no one. Just the blacktop, still wet from the evening’s passing shower, the blinking yellow traffic light, the dark store fronts in this old, crumbling, seedy section of the city.

She landed perfectly, exhibiting the perfect combination of balance and strength. But she didn’t have time admire her skills. The screaming below was coming and going, coming and going. Angry men’s voices kept saying, “Shut up! Shut up, you bitch, or we’ll fuckin’ kill you!”

From here, it was a ten-foot leap to the sidewalk. No problem. Midnight had jumped from structures two times that height. She didn’t hesitate. She jumped, and in one motion, hit the ground running—toward the alley, toward the crime being committed. The screaming had stopped, but she still heard the men talking, swearing, laughing.

She arrived at the mouth of the alley. A dim lamp attached to the side of a building gave off just enough light for her to see. Two men, big, burly, were assaulting a woman. One of the men was behind her, his hand covering her mouth, the other arm pinning her against him. The woman was struggling, but obviously wasn’t strong enough. The guy’s pants were down, and even from twenty feet away, she could see his erection.

The other guy was on his hands and knees, his mouth covering the woman’s privates. His hands were extended up to her breast, which were freed, her top and bra tossed to the side. The site made Midnight want to vomit. Vermin like those men deserved to be punished, tortured, even. Nothing she could do to them under the law was severe enough.

She raced toward them. It was the woman who saw her first. Her eyes bulged, and there was a pleading in them, an alarm call for help.

The guy pinning the woman saw her, too. He scowled.

“Hey, what the fuck?” he said.

The other guy, the one who was feasting on the woman’s pussy, turned around. Midnight didn’t hesitate. She kicked him in the face. The feel of her boot-heel meeting his nose was satisfying, especially the resounding crack that told her his nose was broken. Blood gushed forth, spilling onto the potholed pavement.

“Fuck, you broke my nose, you fucking bitch,” he said, and rose to his feet. By now the other guy had tossed the woman aside, and faced Midnight. Two against one. She liked those odds.

She eyed her opponents, waiting for them to make the first move, to telegraph their punch, their intention. She figured the one with the broken nose would try something first. He wanted revenge.

And he did. He picked up a jagged piece of glass, the remnants of a beer bottle someone must have tossed into the alley that morning or the night before, or the night before that. He charged her, aiming the jagged glass at her face. It was child’s play to sidestep his clumsy attack, stick her foot out, and trip him. He landed with a thud on the pavement, and dropped his weapon.

“I’ve read a lot about you,” the other guy said. Midnight noticed that the woman had put on her bra and top, pulled up her pants. But she was glued to the spot. Midnight didn’t like that. She should be running away! One of these bastards might grab her again, use her as a human shield. She needed to deliver the knockout blow quickly, before they had the chance to try anything like that.

“You must think you’re one tough broad,” the guy said. The other one, the one with the broken nose, was just getting back on his feet. “What the fuck you think this is, bitch? A fucking comic book? I mean, look at you! Fucking wearing a mask and a skin-tight body suit. Nice tits, though, baby. Maybe I’ll let you live long enough for me and my buddy to fuck you. You owe him one, after bustin’ up his nose.”

The woman let kahramanmaraş escort out a squeal, and Midnight shouted at her, “Get out of here! Run away, now!”

But the woman stayed put. She was riveted. Damn.

The guy who still had a nose in one piece lunged at her, throwing a haymaker. She ducked underneath and kicked him in the balls, all in one fluid motion. He collapsed in a heap, his hands cupping his groin.

“Ahhh,” he croaked. “Fuck.”

The other guy charged her again. She jumped into the air and kicked him in the nose again, before he could react. He dropped immediately, and she approached him.

“No,” he said, holding out a shaking hand. “No more.”

She grabbed his hair—greasy, sickening to the touch—and yanked him up. She didn’t like the fact that the woman was still hanging around. But since she was, and since these guys had had the fight knocked out of them . . .

She led him to the woman, who still had those deer-in-the-headlight eyes.

“Apologize to this lady,” Midnight instructed.

The guy said nothing, and she elbowed him in the ribs. He screamed.

“You want another one, buddy? Next time it’ll be somewhere more sensitive.”

“No more,” he pleaded. The front of his shirt was soaked in his own blood, which still streamed out from his mangled nose.

“You have three seconds,” she said.

“I’m . . . I’m sorry,” the guy said. “Good,” Midnight said. “Now go fuck a cockroach!” She threw him down, and he collided with the brick wall of the building behind him.

The other guy still held his balls in his hands, but she wasn’t through with him, either. She pulled him up by the shoulders—he had no hair—and led him to the woman.

“You tell this lady you’re sorry, scumbag, you got it?”

“You must be fucking dynamite under the sheets,” the perv said, and she greeted that remark with a forearm to his face. He toppled over, but she didn’t let him stay there. She yanked him back up again.

“You got two seconds, you worthless piece of shit. Now you tell her you’re sorry.”

He did, and she tossed him aside like a sack of garbage.

“You want to press charges?” she asked the woman.

The woman shook her head, apparently just wanting to forget about this, put it all behind her. Midnight understood, but seethed. That was the trouble. Bastards like these two guys too often got away free. But then, that’s why she was here. That’s why she had finally launched her crime-fighting career six months ago. To deal with the scumbuckets who managed to escape the law.

“C’mon, then,” Midnight said. “You need to get out of here.”

They walked out of the alley, turned the corner onto the deserted street. It was brighter out here, and Midnight got a better look at the woman. She was pretty, blonde hair, frail, petite build. And young. Probably no more than twenty-one.

“You live close by?” she asked her.

The woman nodded.

“I’ll walk you home,” Midnight said. “It’s the least I can do. What’s your name?”

“Zoe.”

“I guess you know I’m Midnight,” she said. “Sorry we met under these circumstances. Forgive me for being so blunt, but those two bastards didn’t actually . . .?” She couldn’t bring herself to mouth the words.

“No,” Zoe said. “No, you got there before they had a chance to . . .”

Well, thank God for that small favor, at least.

“Are you going to be okay, Zoe? If you need someone to talk to . . .”

The woman shook her head, offered a sorry excuse of a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Would she? Midnight wondered. This young woman appeared frayed at the edges, and not just because of what had happened tonight. She needed someone in her life, someone to trust, someone to be a friend. This was the hardest part. Meeting the lost and lonely ones, the ones she could only help in a superficial way.

They arrived at a tenement building, the façade worn and smeared with graffiti. The woman turned to enter the building.

“Thank you,” she said. “You probably saved my life tonight.”

Midnight smiled. “You just make sure you’re okay, you hear? And if you change your mind about needing someone to talk to . . . just go to the police, okay? They’ll let me know.”

“Okay,” Zoe said. But Midnight knew she’s never hear from her again. She didn’t hear from any of them again. “Thanks.”

“Take care, Zoe.”

She looked at herself in the mirror. The black costume, hugging her substantial curves, showing off her tall, athletic figure, the long legs, the graceful form. The mask, which covered the top half of her face, down to the bridge of her nose, was also black—midnight black. In the back, her light brown hair was wrapped into a pony tail. She had considered making her mask more substantial, covering her mouth and hair—but the thought of that was claustrophobic. The half-mask was sufficient—no one would recognize her, figure out that she was really Jennifer Hutchins, studious technical writer who worked at a software company on the east side of town. Still kastamonu escort looking in the mirror, Midnight unfastened the mask, pulled it off.

“Hello, Jen,” she said to her reflection. She always felt weird talking to herself, but it was a habit she had started as a little girl, and had never gotten over. Besides, sometimes she wondered who she really was anymore. Jennifer Hutchins, girl next door? Or Midnight, the after-dark crusader whose mission was to protect the weak, to fight on behalf of those who couldn’t fight for themselves?

She undid the pony tail, and her long hair, freed, billowed out behind her, cascading over her shoulders like river water, cool and brown in the woodland shadows. She examined her face, the first faint hints of creases forming on her forehead, the smile lines around her mouth perhaps a bit more pronounced than in years past.

“Welcome to your thirties, kid,” she said to herself. She had just turned thirty last week, and there had been a big party with family and friends. She appreciated it, surely, but at the same time, was thirty really something to celebrate? She felt like her life was frittering away, like sand in an hourglass. She lived alone, had no boyfriend. She didn’t like to admit needing a guy in her life. She felt like she should be above that. But she wasn’t. When she went to bed every night, alone, she thought about what it would be like to have someone beside her, touching her, holding her . . .

“Oh, get off it,” she snapped. “You’re acting like an idiot. You don’t have time for a relationship, and you know it.”

That was definitely true. Not to mention the fact that she now had a new secret identity to protect. How could she allow anyone to get close to her? What would she do if she fell for a guy, but too often had to cancel their planned dates? Say she couldn’t make it, that she had to change into her costume and go prowling around the city, looking for trouble? Yeah, that would go over well. And she couldn’t risk having her identity revealed. As soon as someone she helped to put behind bars or someone she had beaten the crap out of learned who she was, she’d never be safe anymore. What’s worse, her own family wouldn’t be safe. They’d become targets. No. She couldn’t allow herself to get in too deep with anyone.

But still. What about some old-fashioned, casual sex? She did have needs. Maybe a FWB was what she needed. Hell, even a one-night stand. . .

She remembered what Janice, her friend at work, had said last week, about a Web site she had discovered. Janice was as sex-starved as any woman she knew, so she had brushed the suggestion off. But maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Janice had said you could create an anonymous profile with a screen name of your choosing, and that it was free to join.

“Oh, come on, a sex site?” Jennifer asked the mirror. She had by now stripped out of her costume, and was looking at her naked body. She had to admit, she was in great shape. Years of martial arts and acrobatic training and athletics had sculpted her. And now, beginning her crimefighting career, she had whipped herself into the best shape of her life.

“Not bad for thirty,” she said, with a smile. She was glad, too, that, even though she was toned and had six-pack abs, she had been able to maintain her feminine softness. Her ass was curvy and tight, her breasts high and ample. She wore a 34C bra.

She prepared her bubble bath, and luxuriated for over an hour, enjoying the warm water, feeling the stress drain out of her body. As she sat there, she found, with some surprise, that her fingers had worked their way to her pussy, and she was pleasuring herself. She rubbed her clit, her fully shaved mound, stuck her fingers inside her vagina.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. That sex site was sounding better and better. It had been years since she’d been with a guy.

“Why am I so horny tonight?” she said to the empty bathroom. She didn’t get it. She had just roughed up some would-be rapists a little while ago, for crying out loud. How could she be thinking of sex at a time like this? Need, she supposed. She just had a need. She couldn’t deny it. And now that she was thirty, she was feeling more horny than ever. She had always heard that women reach their sexual peak in their thirties and forties. Maybe that was true.

After towling off and throwing on a bathrobe, she went to her PC, flicked it on. The first thing she did was check her e-mail. One from Mom, rambling about the sewing club she was in and gossiping about the other ladies. One from her younger brother, Richard, who lived across the country, on the West Coast, and who rarely contacted her, or anyone, for that matter. E-mails from him were treasures. He wrote that he was doing well, and that the California weather wasn’t up to snuff lately. Only 75 degrees yesterday with a bit of a chilly breeze. Yeah, real funny, Richard. Ha ha. He knew damn well that she was stranded here in the Northeast, and that it was October. Last night there had been a frost warning. Tonight kayseri escort was overcast and warmer, but soon enough there would be snow in the forecast.

Other than that, there was the usual assortment of junk mail, which she deleted without reading.

Then she logged on to the Web, and visited the sex site Janice had told her about. On the Sign Up page, a twentysomething in a blue lace bra smiled at her.

“Charming,” she said, and then felt a warm, furry body rub up against her shin.

“Hey, Mitsie, did you finally wake yourself up to greet your mama?” Mitsie purred as she pet the cat behind her ears. She’d had Mitsie for five years now. She discovered her on her front steps one morning, and took her in. She’d had no collar, no tags of any kind. She was skeletal at the time—a skin-and-bones gray and white tabby. Now she was full and healthy, and totally spoiled.

“Now don’t watch what I’m doing, okay? I’m being kind of naughty here.” But Mitsie, oblivious, plopped onto the floor, cuddling up with Jen’s foot.

She needed to create a user name. Hmm. Something sexy but not trashy, not desperate. Callmecallme6969, she chose. She giggled, keying that in.

Then she created her password, and pressed Enter. She now needed to fill out her profile. God, what was she getting herself into? Well, she wouldn’t put a lot of effort into this. She was just doing it for the hell of it.

Under the Describe Yourself section, she wrote, “Single, sexy, and wanting to have some fun. Think you can keep up with me? Tell me about it.” There, simple, and to the point.

Under the “Ideal Person,” who-she-was-looking-for section, she wrote, “Be single, I’m not going to help you cheat. Be under forty and over twenty-one. Be in shape, and be ready to have some NSA fun.” There. That would do.

She filled in the rest of the profile, and then noticed the Upload Photo button. Uh oh. Should she? Well, why not? A couple of body shots wouldn’t hurt anything. Besides, this felt kind of sexy.

She grabbed her cell phone, removed her robe, and snapped a handful of pictures. Three of her chest, one of her butt, and one of her shaved mound. God, she felt like a slut. But they were just body parts. It’s not like anyone would know it was her pussy. No one would see her face. And why shouldn’t she show off her body, anyway? She had worked so hard on herself, dedicated herself more thoroughly than most professional athletes, she was certain. Why not have guys drool over her?

She uploaded the photos, and voila! Her profile was up and running. The site told her it might take up to twenty-four hours to approve it, though, so she logged off and decided to go to bed. It was Friday night, so she didn’t need to get up early tomorrow, but she was exhausted. She could use a good night’s sleep.

When she drifted off a few minutes later, she wondered if her profile would get approved overnight, and if she’d have any messages waiting for her in the morning. . . .

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Julian P. Covington logged into his account to see if he had any mail. He didn’t. Damn. He’d sent out a dozen messages yesterday, too, and even tried to personalize them, based on what the profiles actually said. Women. Tough to figure out sometimes.

Not that his experience on the site had been all bad. He’d joined three months ago, and had met five women for sex. Most of them weren’t very good—fatter than they had let on, or older, or uglier. But one woman was pretty good. She orgasmed three times with him, and said she definitely wanted to see him again. He’d e-mailed her a bunch of times since then, and nothing. Nada. Maybe her husband had found out. Oh well. She wasn’t the only one out there.

He clicked on his New Matches icon, and scrolled through the candidates. Most looked like spambots—he had an eye for the fakes. The others didn’t look too inspiring, for one reason or another. He was about to close out when he spotted someone intriguing.

Callmecallme6969. He chuckled. Cute. Real cute. And her display photo showed off an awesome rack to boot. He clicked on her, and her full profile opened up.

He went through her pics. She was a hard body, all right, assuming the pics were real. He sensed that they were. They didn’t have that studio feel to them. Looked like pics snapped from a phone. Hmm . . . great ass. Damn sexy! Thirty years old, single, looking for NSA fun. Hell yeah! That’s what he was talking about!

He clicked on the Send Me an Email link, and began to craft his message. He wished he could send along a face pic, but he didn’t dare. He was a reporter for the Herald, and a high-profile one at that. Half the city knew his name, and his face. He couldn’t just send his picture out indiscriminately. But he was sure to include a healthy dose of dick shots on his profile. He was proud of his dick. Eight solid inches of throbbing man-meat. What wasn’t to like?

As he wrote his message to CallmeCallme6969, his mind wandered . . . Sexy as she was, she wasn’t the woman he desperately wanted to meet. No, that would be Midnight. Ever since she had donned her form-hugging Spandex costume and embarked on her vigilante style of justice, he had been trying to figure out who she was. He’d written editorials about her, arguing that the city had a right to know her identity. It was dangerous having an anonymous citizen taking the law into her own hands.

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