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Some people will go to great lengths to have a beautiful woman for just one night. The furthest I ever went was… Mauritius, but at least I had seven nights with her.

Abbi and I had been friends for a while. No more than friends, but we were both aware of the attraction that lay smoldering under the surface of our work days. What male with two eyes and a straight… inclination, wouldn’t be attracted to her? From the moment I joined the company I noticed the cute blonde with the tight jeans and figure-hugging tops. She was in her mid-twenties, slim but athletic, always wore nice clothes and very ready with a wide, perfect, smile.

For months I never missed an opportunity to walk past her desk, catch a look at whatever cleavage she might have showing that day or hope that I might be lucky enough to see her bending to retrieve something from her filing drawers. She does have the most wonderfully shaped bottom. If ever there was a perfect way to stretch a pair of jeans, it was Abbi’s ass.

From our attendance at work social events Abbi knew I had a girlfriend and I knew she always attended alone. This was a double source of frustration for me, especially as she was a world-class flirt. I guess in that sense I frequently encouraged her flirting and enjoyed the exchanges.

“Hey there gorgeous,” was a typical conversational opener from me, “how ’bout we slip away for an afternoon of unlimited pleasure?”

“Unless Tom Cruise will be there, I hardly think that’s possible.” She barely even looked up from her screen.

“What about a coffee, some chat and fulfillment of every last sexual fantasy you’ve ever had.”

“Sounds like too much for one afternoon. Especially since I promised myself that I wouldn’t do the thing with the whole football team. You know, the one where they’re all in the hot tub, naked, with just me?” Abbi looked up at me now and widened her eyes for cartoon emphasis.

“You do have a lovely neck.” I reached out and brushed it lightly. “You sure you don’t want to come home and make love to me for a year or two?”

She pushed me away playfully. “Give it up will you?”

“Look what about just having sex with me for a day or two?”

“My mother warned me there’d be guys like you.” She pouted, giving me a look that would never deter me.

And so our playful but suggestive exchanges went on for months. Then came the day I managed to spring a particularly nice surprise on her…

The trip to Mauritius was a special award from work and I had originally intended to take my long-term girlfriend but when she decided to vacate her position in my life, I was left with a spare ticket, and the possibility of taking my friendship with Abbi a little further. I didn’t consider anyone else for the date of a lifetime and I marched straight to see her.

“You think you can get a week off work?” I asked, mostly offhand, but making sure she knew there was an undercurrent of seriousness in my question, so she wouldn’t confuse it with our normal banter.

Abbi looked up from her desk with her brow furrowed. I guess it wasn’t the sort of question she got asked every day. “I can’t imagine you’d ever need more than a minute or two, Anyway, what happened to more normal first dates, like, maybe say, dinner? Or a movie?” she asked as she half-closed one eye in a questioning squint, thinking she was playing with me, flirting as usual.

I always marveled at how expressive her eyes were, indigo blue, alluring and alive. She swept her hair away from her face with a flick of her hand, revealing her soft, pure skin and a self-confident smile. For just a few extra seconds I wondered what it would be like to kiss those full lips and see if they might open for my tongue.

“I can do dinner.” I walked around to stand next to her. “I think we can do a movie too.” Her eyes followed me and narrowed with suspicion as she wondered where I was going. Little did she know. “But we need a whole week to do those things… if we do them in… Mauritius.”

Her eyes stopped narrowing and it up with delighted surprise as the invite sunk in. “Which week?”

“Next week.”

Now she had trouble containing the smile I loved so much, her teeth coming out to bite her lip as she tried to remain cool. “I’ll have to ask my boss.” she squeaked. “But if he says no, I’ll go anyway.”

We flew out less than a week later. Still very much friends, but the sexual tension was ever more evident as our hands “accidentally” brushed and our thighs nestled together as we set out on the long flight. Conversation was generally light with a definable edge of eroticism as we got to know each other better. We eagerly planned a quick nap after the journey to the hotel before finding an appropriate spot for dinner. Looking back, I wonder if we ever really thought that dinner and a nap would become reality.

“This hotel room we have?” she enquired at one point, looking at me quizzically, but with a smile that gave away her sentiments. “It ankara escort bayan does have two beds, right?”

“Of course.” I lied in the full knowledge that she understood the level of my veracity.

“That’s fine,” Abbi kept a straight face, “because I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me, just because I come away on vacation with you doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you.”

“That’s okay.” I smiled knowingly. “I’m sure I have exactly the right idea about you Abbi.”

All during the flight I was restraining a smirk and a growth in my pants, both caused by my beautiful companion. That I was about to spend a whole week with this luscious creature at my disposal was quite a thought for me. I’d always considered myself nothing more than “normal” in looks, tall, slim and still with most of my black hair. For the vacation I’d thought about trying to develop a six-pack to display on the beach, but as I only had a week in which to do that, I was stuck with the adequate muscles I had.

Abbi seemed interested enough though, sampling the texture of my white socks with her bare feet when I took off my shoes, pulling at the top of my shirt to see if my chest was hairy or not and slipping her hand between my thighs with a napkin when a tiny spot of coffee fell on my jeans. For my own part I largely confined myself to watching her ass when she left her seat, always wishing her skirt would ride up just a little more in her seat so I could see more thigh through the split and wishing her shirt was cut a bit lower at the collar so I might see at least a little of her shapely breasts.

We were staying at Le Tousserok hotel and had a junior suite at our disposal. As we arrived, a bell boy brought our bags up for us and when the door was closed and we were left with no one to look at but ourselves for the first time ever. Our eyes met for several seconds and I’m sure we were both wondering what happened next. Abbi didn’t mention the fact that the room had only one bed as she brushed past me and sampled the mattress.

I let her wander around the room, looking at our home for the week, nervously testing and touching everything as I stood in the middle of the room and watched her, almost daring her to end the charade of calm between us.

After checking out the view from the window, Abbi looked back at me, smiled and ran delightedly across the dark wooden flooring and leapt into my arms.

“This is so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here,” she whispered before starting to kiss me, first on the neck, then on the lips and finally letting our tongues find each other and start to play.

Keeping her in my arms, I gently carried her out onto the veranda. Out in the steamy hot afternoon air there was a beautiful plunge pool, next to which some champagne had been left, slowly chilling in ice next to some orchids. Rose petals had been scattered over our plunge pool and the air was heavy with scent of incense. It was good to see the hotel had got my request and complied.

I laid Abbi down on the chaise lounge that overlooked the plunge pool, noticing as I settled her that her skirt had opened slightly at her thigh and exposed a wonderful glimpse of tanned skin. We maintained eye contact as I removed my shirt and eased down my pants, by now unable to conceal how tight my briefs had become. With a final teasing, loving, smile to her I turned my back, removed my briefs and slipped into the plunge pool, the water rippling as I entered, a wonderful cooling warmth engulfing my body, and my obviously arousal.

Abbi, smiling widely now, stood up and walked to the edge of the pool, kicking off her pumps and unclasping her bra from within her plain white T-shirt. I watched, fascinated, as she unfastened her skirt and let it slip to the floor, leaving her in a white g-string and white T-shirt. Our eye contact at that moment was one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever experienced, both of us knowing where we were headed, not quite sure how the next few minutes would play out and wildly excited to find out.

As Abbi stepped into the water I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up a little before gently easing her into the pool in front of me. I watched as the ends of her blonde hair got wet and the T-shirt became see-through and clung to her wonderful figure. She tilted her head further backwards. Her wonderfully shapely boobs seemed to float on the surface as the T-shirt lost its battle to conceal two small but wonderfully erect nipples. I felt an extra little twitch in my groin as her breasts broke the surface like two small islands.

As she came back up to face me her hair that now clung to her neck like her T-shirt clung to those pert breasts, her nipples poking hard through the translucent material. As Abbi came a little closer I just couldn’t resist, and did something I’d never done before—I bent my head down and with the aid of my hand from underneath, took her inviting nipple into my mouth while it was still shrouded in the eryaman escort T-shirt. As I swirled my tongue around the outline of that little pleasure bud I felt her gasp and relax as I licked, sucked and nibbled at her.

When I came up for air Abbi was smiling widely and licked her lips provocatively. I reached down under the surface and pulled at her T-shirt. She eased her arms above her head and allowed me to pull the shirt off in one movement, the wet material clinging longingly to her skin before finally releasing itself and allowing me my first uninhibited view of her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but reach out and touch her bare excited nipple with my fingers as the shirt splashed onto the floor by the pool.

She came into my arms, her warm and firm body pressing into me and her legs coming to wrap around me as our chests pressed tight. We kissed, deep, and soft, and slow and hard. I felt the water lap around her breasts as she pressed her nipples firmly into the hairy part of my chest. As we broke Abbi threw her head back again and I leaned forward to lick and nuzzle at her lovely stretched neck and its pure, silken skin. With a wicked smile she loosened my grip on her waist and eased over to the edge of the pool where she reached out for the champagne.

As she twisted away from me and her ass came into full view in front of me I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run my fingers down between her legs and feel her pussy through the front of her g-string. Her legs parted easily for me as I pushed gently. In the background there was the sound of a giggle and a clink of fine glassware as she felt my fingers and fumbled. I felt her tense and then relax as I found her pussy lips and fingered her through the material, feeling her opening and enjoying the tiniest squirm as she tried to get the best out of my attentions.

“Now you have a choice.” She twisted around to look at me with a tempting smile. “You can do that all day for me, which would be just fine, or you can stop it and let me pour this champagne.”

Reluctantly I withdrew my fingers and let her concentrate on our drinks, but not before I pushed my index finger as hard as I could into her slit. Even in the warmth of the pool she felt hot.

I watched as she poured two glasses with a swift and excited hand. The champagne fizzed up the flutes and Abbi instinctively raised her glass to her mouth, sipping at the rising froth and looking over to me with wild and wanton eyes. I watched as the golden-tinted liquid sparkled up to her lips, tricked down her chin and caused her tongue to flick out and lap it up.

Now it was my turn to smile wickedly as I took a sip of my glass, left it at the side of the pool, and pushed off towards her. When I reached out for her waist I found the sides of her g-string and pulled downwards. Abbi obliged by lifting her legs and letting the last of our underwear float away. I pulled her close again, feeling her breasts press into me, those erect nipples powering my desire ever higher. What was surely the largest erection I’d ever had was pressing hard into her tummy. Almost like she was shimmying up a pole, Abbi wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted her legs around my waist and edged my hardness against her round and tight bottom. Only the slightest movement from her positioned the tip of my cock against her swollen pussy lips. Abbi moaned and closed her eyes as the moment drew closer, the moment all of the day’s tension and anticipation had been leading up to.

I waited for her eyes to open again before I let her weight slip down a little. I watched her face with an incredible intensity as my cock parted her lips and plunged slowly, deeply into her. Even with the weightlessness of the water she slipped easily onto me, obviously as wet inside as she was outside. No words were required for that moment as I settled deep inside her warmth. I looked into those beautiful blue eyes of hers and saw only content, and delight.

With one arm still wrapped around her, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast, playing with the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I dipped to kiss her again, deep and long as our tongues explored and we fight the growing urgency of the moment. “God you feel good,” Abbi whispered breathlessly to me.

She eased her shoulders and head away from me, outstretching her arms and reaching for the sides of the pool. When both her arms were laid out along the edge of the pool she again let her head ease back so her eyes looked up to the sky. Now I held her body with my hands around her waist and started to ease my erection in and out of her, making waves in the pool that lapped around us. She felt tight and sweet as she brought her legs up again to grip my waist.

One of my arms was all that was needed to support her athletic body, so I released the other to come around to caress her boobs in turn, then run all across her flat and stretched tummy, pausing to take a delicate exploration of her navel etlik escort piercing. I couldn’t contain a smile as I let my hand run further down her body to find the top of her pussy, exploring the engorged lips and excited clit as I slowly stroked in and out of her. “God, I can’t believe how good that feels.” Abbi raised her head to look into my eyes again.

It was hard to believe how good it felt for me also, this sweet young woman impaled on my erection who was smiling like I was doing her a favor. My features joined her in a huge grin as we worked each other higher and higher on the pleasure scale. That tight pussy of hers felt so good wrapped around my cock as it stretched her and my balls waved weightlessly in the water, tight and bumping into her ass every few seconds.

With her arms spread out along the sides of the pool as our anchor, Abbi couldn’t very well wrap them around me and pull me to her, so I reached up and hooked my hands under her shoulders, pulling her down onto me as each stroke seemed to fill her whole body with pleasure. This also meant that I could bring my mouth down and take her nipples into my mouth, one at a time as they bobbed around on the surface of the swelling water. As I licked and nibbled at her I managed to bring one hand down again and pull on her ass cheek, opening her wider and hopefully increasing the sensations to her pussy. I was obviously doing something right as she brought her head snapping back to face me and breathed, “Oh… my… God.”

I felt her body tighten as she came, every muscle seemed to constrict and harden as she held her breath and brought her legs up out of the water and straight. “Jesus, don’t stop,” she pleaded as her orgasm continued. “Give me more, hard, now.” It was difficult not to smile, even as my own climax approached. You have to love every moment with a woman like Abbi.

I slowed down my thrusts and as she came down from her own high, Abbi seemed to sense that I was getting closer. Or was it that my eyes began to glaze over and my erection managed another burst of size? “Come for me baby,” She whispered. I took a deep breath and readied myself for the rush. Who was I to disappoint such a beautiful young sexy lady?

It was impossible to resist reaching down and grab her ass cheeks and pull on them as I eased into her those final few times. I leant over and kissed her deep and full on the mouth as my need increased and her interest in my moment became more evident. I marveled at the sight of this wonderful young body at my mercy, or that my body appeared to be starting to levitate in the water and a fire was burning in my belly. No way could I stop that fire as it headed down to my balls and up my shaft into Abbi. There was nothing left to do but just let go and come.

I vaguely remember the smile on her face and thinking that I was about to come so hard it would shoot her straight off me. I was orgasming for at least three strokes when the first shot of come arrived deep in her pussy. “Oh yes baby,” Abbi whispered as I filled her. “Give me more.” She lifted up her legs a little, wrapped them around me tighter than ever and pulled me into her.

As the shaking in my legs finally subsided Abbi let go her hold on the edge of the pool and wrapped all of her around me. “God,” she whispered between passionate darts of her tongue to my mouth, “is the whole week going to be as good as that?”

I smiled again, something that was easy to do around Abbi, and looked into her wildly excited eyes. “You bet.” Then I let my legs fold and we slipped under the surface of the pool.

*****

When we made it out of the pool we stumbled back into the cool of the air conditioned room, still giddy from the sex. I found a couple of startlingly white towels and we proceeded to dry each other off, Abbi paying particular attention to my still semi-hard cock and me enjoying the sublime sight of her nipples reacting to the softest brush of the towel. I found a couple of white toweling robes waiting for us in the bathroom and handed her one as I wrapped my own around me.

Her own robe tied tight, Abbi sighed and fell across the bed while I retrieved our champagne and poured two more glasses. I handed her one and between sips she giggled, “I think I need that nap more than ever now.”

I drained my glass, pulled her to me and kissed her lightly, first on the cheek and then on the lips. “You are very beautiful Abbi, and a wonderful lover. Thanks for sharing this week with me.” I eased our bodies back to the bed and pulled her tight to me. There was no race to fall asleep, but within only a few minutes we had both crossed the finish line.

*****

I woke to find Abbi kneeling at my side, reaching down and playing with my cock. I wasn’t hard but judging by the tingle coming from my balls, that wasn’t going to last long. She had opened my robe and was handling me with the softest touch imaginable, tracing her fingers all over my cock and balls as I started to harden.

“I love the shape of you,” she said, not taking her eyes from my elevating cock. “I though this might wake you. I’m sorry, I wanted to see how much I could do with you before you woke up. But I guess you can enjoy it more if you’re awake.”

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It all started because you were bored. You know, even now, that if you’d just have been able to keep your mind from wandering, none of this would have happened. You could have carried on with your straightforward life, without the guilty little secret creeping back to haunt you in your quiet moments. And, in fact, even that wouldn’t be so bad if you actually felt real regret about what you did. You feel dreadful for what this would mean if the secret ever came out, but the thing you are most ashamed of is that you loved it. Every second of it, and since then you’ve enjoyed it almost as much – every time you’ve allowed yourself.

It started perfectly innocently; possibly it was the simple lack of any interest in the evening out that started the rot. You never really wanted to go – a charity dinner with some colleagues of your husband’s that you vaguely knew, but had nothing in common with. They weren’t unpleasant at all, but their conversation always seemed to revolve around work, or the amount of money they were spending on the new house, car and holiday – it just made you drift off.

The other 3 were going straight from work, so were meeting you at the venue. You’d actually quite enjoyed getting ready – with the house to yourself as you took your time in the bath, music turned up loud. Your evening dress was a classic “LBD”, figure-hugging in all the right places, cut to just below the knee – simple, chic and very expensive.

You had no interest in particularly standing out in this crowd – more than happy to be left alone by the Hooray Henrys and their loud, clumsy flirting. But you’d decided in the bath that you were going to be a little naughty tonight, not that anyone else would appreciate it – just for your own benefit – you knew how you’d feel having a little secret that not even your husband knew about. So you discarded your usual tights in favour of a suitably pricey pair of sheer hold-ups you’d been waiting to surprise him with. You soon realised you could never get away without a bra, but that didn’t matter, it was the thought of going out with no knickers on that excited you.

You knew your dress was long enough to avoid any chance of giving your secret away by accident, but you loved the idea that you could sit there, in your own little world, while the dull conversation bubbled around you, all the time thinking “If only you knew…” It was a certain kind of personal power – a rebellion against being dragged along to yet another function where you really only existed as an accessory for your husband.

Half-an-hour later, as you walked across the road to the waiting cab, you felt the unusual chill of the winter night air between your legs. Funny how such a small, simple change could make such a noticeable difference to the way you felt. In the dark of the back of the cab, you couldn’t resist allowing the warm air from the heater to blow between your slightly parted legs, like the faintest of breaths on your pussy. Your mind started to wander to a different time and place, the breeze was no longer from a plastic air-vent, but the hot breath of an enthusiastic young lover, about to attack your clit with his tongue…

“Seven pound forty, please darlin’ “

The cab-driver startled you from your daydream – luckily he couldn’t see your cheeks reddening in the dark of the back seat.

“Er, oh, yes, thank you,” you said fumbling for a ten pound note in your purse “keep the change.”

“‘preciate it darlin’,” he replied “, have a good night.”

You mumbled something about “Yes I think I will,” as you hastily stepped out of the car, still unaccountably embarrassed at having been so deep in your own world that you hadn’t even noticed you’d arrived.

The venue was an uninspiring 1980’s hotel block that seemed to think that a few acres of boringly landscaped gardens qualified it as a Country House Hotel. Inside wasn’t much of an improvement, but at least it looked like they had made something of an effort with the catering – efficient, smartly dressed staff drifted around the reception area dispensing canapés and drinks. You took one of each – both delicious, and started to scan the faces of the throng of guests, looking for your husband and friends.

I first saw you as you stepped past the doorman, looking slightly flustered, but of course I had no way of knowing kurtköy escort what it was that stopped you looking as self-possessed as you did just a moment later. I knew then. Sometimes you just do. I truly believe that there are certain people that we’re simply destined to meet and get on with like a house-on-fire, and I just knew you would turn out to be one. Just as I was thinking about making an excuse to introduce myself to you, one of my wife’s irritating horsy friends bounded up to me.

“There you are you naughty boy! Where have you been? Everyone thought you’d got lost! “

“Sorry, big queue already,” I said apologetically nodding towards the gents.

“Never mind, here you are now” she brayed, dragging me by the arm back towards our party. The truth was I simply wasn’t in the mood for this – two of my wife’s oldest friends had been involved in organising the event so I’d been there for a good hour and a half already, trying to look interested in the guest speaker and the Event Co-ordinator fretting about whether half the napkins had been bleached by yesterday’s strong winter sun.

I was so involved in trying not to trip over my feet as Horsy Woman dragged me to our table I didn’t notice you until I’d practically knocked you off your feet, as you stood on the edge of a group of people.

“Dammit. I’m really sorry – I’m a total clumsy idiot” I said as I hurriedly checked I hadn’t spilt my drink (or yours) onto your dress.

“Don’t worry, “you said, catching my eye, “no harm done.”

You held my gaze for just a little longer than needed for politeness. Long enough to make me start thinking. Then, as I was once again yanked towards my table, I looked back – you were looking at me again, and I could have sworn you were checking me out.

The first 2 courses drifted by in a haze of mindless nodding and “Really? How interesting”s from me. It seemed I’d never be able to escape without appearing utterly rude, but when they finally cleared our table I made my excuses and bolted for the bar. Although a stiff drink might have seemed like a perfectly reasonable course of action, I went straight through the French windows and sidled into an alcove on the veranda that I’d spotted earlier. I was just about to light the Cohiba I’d been saving for just such a “need-an-excuse-to-spend-an-hour-outside” moment when I heard:

“Hello again. Perhaps I should bump into you now and make things even?”

You looked stunning. I felt like I should make some kind of conversation, but all I could think about was your body in that dress. I went to say something, but suddenly we were kissing. I don’t know how it happened, but without any warning my lips were on yours, tasting the inside of your mouth, my arms pulling you against my body. A moment later we stopped – both breathing hard.

“Well, that wasn’t what I expected…” I said, rather pointlessly

As you took my hand and placed on your breast, I noticed that we were hardly in a private place – completely visible to anyone in the surrounding gardens, and the first thing that anyone coming out onto the veranda would see. With my hand still on your breast, noticing the hardening of your nipple in the cold air, despite the warmth of my hand on it, I pushed you back further into the alcove.

You gasped slightly as I pushed you against the hard brickwork, momentarily worried your dress might get damaged, but far more interested in the warm, wetness still slowly spreading throughout your groin.

You’d never really got the thoughts you’d had in the cab from your head, and the more boring the dinner had grown, the further your mind had wandered. Mentally, you found yourself undressing anyone even vaguely attractive, “Just another little secret” you’d thought to yourself, but soon the warm fullness in your pussy had become a burn. You knew you needed to clear your head. You’d toyed with the idea of furtive masturbation in the toilets, hardly the sort of glamour your clothes demanded, but this was about clearing your head, not some tantric love-in. In any case, the queue for the Ladies was about a mile long, so you’d headed straight through the nearest door – hoping the cool air would calm you down a little. Your “little secret” had had rather more of an effect on you than you’d been expecting and you tuzla escort felt you really should get a grip on yourself.

You spotted me immediately you stepped onto the veranda, your thoughts still totally focused on sex. You knew you shouldn’t, but when it came to it, it wasn’t as if you even thought about it. One minute you were breathing some cool air, hoping the animal need for satisfaction would go away, and the next you were forcing your tongue deep into the mouth of a man you’d never even met properly, let alone had a chance to work out if you wanted him in that way.

Suddenly everything was a blur you were aware of needing to feel hands on your body and before you’d thought about it any further, the hands were there, fingernails dragging over the material of your dress and visibly hardening your nipples even through your bra. My mouth was on your neck then, and almost at the same moment you felt the warmth of my hand on your arse, tracing the curve at the top of your leg right up to the small of your back. A sigh from me let you know I’d worked out you weren’t wearing any knickers:

“Jesus. You dirty little girl.” I gasped.

You just giggled and forced your hand down the waist-band of my suit trousers.

“Mm, seems like it had the right effect,” you said, your hand wrapping around my already rock-hard prick

I groaned as your hand slid back and forth against the length of my cock. Sex, for once had been the furthest thing from my mind, and yet within seconds of meeting you, you were playing with my suddenly erect dick and I knew I had to have you. I was still aware enough to keep us pulled back into the alcove – other people would surely walk out onto the veranda any moment, and knowing my luck it would be one of my wife’s friends. But equally I knew this moment was unlikely to happen again – a truly beautiful woman, with only one thing on her mind, unaccountably completely intent on fucking me.

You realised the danger of us being discovered too, but somehow you didn’t care. You knew the embarrassment, not to mention the scene it would cause if your husband, or (god forbid) his colleagues found you like this, yet here you were with a complete stranger’s large, hard cock in your hand, and your only thought was whether you wanted it in your mouth or your cunt first. And where did THAT word come from? Your brain was on some kind of short circuit – normal conventions and considerations just had no effect. You sank to a sideways squatting position, opened the front of my trousers and swallowed the whole of my dick straight down your throat, almost making yourself gag in the process.

It was so unexpected that I nearly lost my balance – the beautiful woman I’d just met was sucking my cock like her life depended on it, like she might never get one again! The way you looked up at me as my prick slid effortlessly between your lips almost made me cum immediately – I didn’t want to stop you, but I was desperate to lick you. The taste of a woman’s pussy has always been one of my favourite parts of sex, and I just knew I had to have yours. I pulled you to your feet, vaguely aware that there were actually some people on the veranda now, obviously unaware of what was going on in the shadows directly behind them, but they were loudly gossiping about the various society types who hadn’t come to the dinner. I turned you so your back was to the veranda, your bum perched on the edge of a small garden table. I went to push your dress up, but you beat me to it, slowly revealing your pussy and opening your knees, breathing hard now, knowing that one wrong noise would give a group of chinless-wonders, the best live-sex show of their lives.

You felt my breath for an agonising second before you felt my lips clamp around your clit, my fingers spreading your lips to allow me to get as close as possible. My tongue circled your clit, constantly changing direction, soft and warm, but a firm pressure, my fingers tracing the outside of your pussy, spreading your wetness, mixing it with the dampness of my mouth. Without really knowing how it happened, your pussy suddenly felt fuller and you realised I had at least two fingers inside you, and another spreading your own wetness around your arsehole. You had to bite down on your own hand to stop yourself moaning any louder as you felt tuzla escort the muscles in your pussy start to contract, with a completely sudden, violent orgasm. You knew you were practically flooding my mouth with your cum, and started to worry I might not be expecting it, but as you looked down, you saw me greedily lapping at your pussy, drinking as much of you as I could.

Then my mouth was on yours again, I felt you tasting yourself on me, even as you were grabbing at my cock again, wrapping your left leg up and around my hip, stuffing my dick into you. Your face was almost manic as you ground your clit into my pelvis, low-down growling sounds coming from your throat – I thought at any moment someone must hear or notice us. And then suddenly I didn’t care again – even through your fucking frenzy, you must have sensed that I was about to cum, because you wriggled suddenly, and without even missing a stroke, it was your mouth around the tip of my prick, not your pussy. It was all I could do not to scream as you looked up at me and sucked all the cum from my prick, draining my balls dry. A small drip of cum had missed your mouth and was just on the edge of your lips – as you stood up, having swallowed, you licked your lips whilst looking straight into my eyes and swallowed again. I thought I was going to instantly cum again.

You felt like a complete slut, you knew you must look like one, but just the thought of that was beginning to turn you on all over again. Sure, you’d had fantasies like this in the past, but you were amazed at how good it felt to be this bad. You stood up straight again, about to kiss me when you noticed a movement from the corner of your eye. Neither of us had spotted it, but there was a small window, high up in the alcove, and quite clearly now you could make out the flushed face of a young man in a caterer’s outfit. You hastily stepped away from me, but you knew it was too late – he had seen everything. Looking again you could see he was a little embarrassed to have been caught spying like that, but by the time I’d turned to see what you were looking at, he’d mimed a round of applause, winked and disappeared from view.

I wondered what had caught your eye, but I couldn’t see anything, and anyway, you were kissing me again so I assumed all was well.

There was a slightly awkward pause as we both tried to casually readjust our clothes, then you smiled, kissed me on the cheek and disappeared through the group of people on the veranda and back into the hotel. I blinked a couple of times, almost not believing what had just happened, then reached for my Cohiba – if any occasion called for an expensive cigar, this was it.

You arrived back at your table, and before you’d even had time to think of an excuse as to where you’d been, one of your husband’s colleagues turned to you:

“Queue in the ladies still ridiculous?” she asked, “Don’t tell anyone, but if it doesn’t get better I’m going to have to find a bush in the gardens!”

As she started into a rant about the lack of facilities at the venue all you could think about was the feeling in your pussy, the absence of a cock that had been there so recently. Your nakedness under your dress seemed to make it feel all the more obvious for some reason. Then you started to feel guilty. What if the young peeping-tom caterer said something to someone who knew you? What if your husband found out? And then you realised, that you didn’t feel the slightest guilt for what you’d just done, only an imagined guilt for how it would make others feel. What had happened to you since this afternoon? How had you turned into the sort of woman who would fuck a complete stranger, swallow his cum and not even be slightly interested in his name?

You were quite sure this sort of thing could never happen again, but the power you’d felt by knowing you had no knickers on was suddenly dwarfed by the power of this new secret. You had just risked everything, and even been caught out, watched by one stranger as you screwed another, just feet away from a group of people, who could have turned around and seen you with a prick in your mouth at any time. You knew this would stay with you. You were wet again already, even as this woman tried to bore you to death with her theories on outside catering.

And now, at home, alone again, weeks later, you’ve thought about that night maybe a hundred times. You know you should be ashamed, you know you should be disgusted with yourself, but the truly shameful thing is that you don’t. You enjoy every memory, and every time you do, you imagine a time that you could try it again….

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Ali sat down in her leather office chair and kicked off her shoes with a long sigh. It had been the worst day in as long as she could remember. Her secretary quit without notice, leaving Ali to run the office alone, while trying to see clients and handle paperwork. Three clients had emergencies, so she’d had to squeeze them in on top of an already full schedule. The phone had rung off the hook, and despite having put the answering machine on, the noise still disturbed her sessions with clients. She’d also managed to spill coffee on her favorite silk blouse. “What I need,” she murmured to herself, “is a date with a bottle of white wine and a swim in the pool.”

At 34, Ali was single, and not looking. Sure she dated a bit, and had plenty of men who wanted to get more serious, but she was more focused on her career as a psychologist in private practice. She figured when she was more settled with her new practice, then she might look more at men.

Upon arriving at her apartment, she quickly removed her clothes. She soaked her silk blouse, then stood before her full-length mirror, wearing only simple white cotton panties. She thought she still looked pretty good even though she never had time to go to the gym anymore. Measuring 5’5″ and weighing 136 pounds wasn’t too bad, she figured. Her body had gentle curves to it, and her abdomen displayed the slightest bit of roundness. She hated that part of her body. No amount of working out had ever given her a perfectly flat belly. Her 36C breasts were still perky, standing up high on her chest, and often accented when her auburn hair fell just above the slopes. Her green eyes pierced into her own image in the mirror, and her freckles often made her fair skin look more tanned than it really was. Hidden by the panties was her closely cropped pussy. She kept her pubic hair trimmed close, a neat triangle of hair, and shaved her lips bare. Not that she had anyone to really keep it groomed for. She ran her hands over her nipples, and sighed. “What I need more than wine is a good fuck,” she told her reflection.

She donned her red bikini and poured a glass of wine. Tucking the bottle into a mini ice-chest filled with ice, she was ready to relax. Locking her door behind her, she walked over to the pool.

Looking around, she was delighted to find she was alone. She settled her things on a chair by a table, walked over to the water and dipped a foot in. “Perfect temperature,” she thought. Elevating herself on her toes, she sprang and made a beautiful dive into the water. When she met the surface again, she began to swim laps. The water flowed over her skin, cooling it, and she focused on that sensation.

After her customary 40 laps, she climbed up the ladder, feeling the water cascade over her skin. She felt very sexy suddenly. “Too bad no one is around now,” she muttered into her wine glass as she brought it to her lips for a sip. She carried the glass around to the shallow end of the pool and sat down with her feet in the water. She spent several minutes staring into the water, sipping wine, and quickly found herself daydreaming of the last time she’d had sex. She felt herself get moist, and sighed heavily.

“Is this a private party?” The male voice penetrated her thoughts and she looked up quickly. She blushed when she saw Jim standing hesitantly in the gate, pointing at her wine glass.

“No, no, not really,” she stammered. Her face flushed with surprise. She had always been attracted to Jim. He lived 2 buildings over, and they sometimes saw each other at the pool, or in the parking lot. They had chatted a few times, small talk mostly, but it beşiktaş escort bayan had never failed to stir sexual feelings from within her. Yet here he was, his eyes moving over the string bikini top that did not completely cover her breasts. Good thing she was sitting down, she thought, so that he could not see the bottom of her suit, which fit a little too tightly also, accenting the shape of her cheeks more than actually hiding them from view.

Now she watched as he carelessly tossed his towel on a nearby chair and climbed down the latter into the pool. He began to swim with long perfect strokes, pulling his muscular body through the water at an even pace. She stared at the way the muscles in his back rippled. A small smile crept over her face as she did a mental inventory of the man. Jim was 32, and stood 6’1″. He weighed about 190, she guessed, and his skin was a light tan. He had the softest hazel eyes she had ever seen, and they always seemed to be laughing. His best feature, she decided was his firm ass. More than once she had stolen a peek at it when it was encased in denim. It was the kind of ass a woman could hold on to while she pulled him closer to her.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Jim said suddenly, pulling her out of her reverie. She blushed deeply at the cliché he used. If only he had known what she’d been thinking!

“Not enough pennies in the world to make me tell you,” she quipped. She surprised herself at the ease in which she responded, opening the door for more conversation and flirting. She looked down at him resting his arms on the side of the pool, most of his body still in the water. He folded his arms on the side, propped his chin on them, and looked at her.

“Oh come on now,” he teased. “You were so lost in thought I spoke to you twice before you heard me. What is so thought provoking?” His hazel eyes twinkled in the fading sun. He cocked his head, and chuckled at her. His gaze remained on her face, making her face blush a beautiful crimson. She looked away, but not before he noticed her blush.

Instead of answering his question, she changed the subject. He looked disappointed at first, but soon they were involved in discussing a wide variety of topics. She felt herself relax a bit, whether from the wine or just the comfort of being with him, she did not know. Every now and then, Jim would reach out and touch her knee while they talked. His touch felt like electricity to her, sending waves of pleasure into her, creating more moisture inside her bikini bottom.

She could stand it no more. Blushing furiously, she leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips parted together, and their tongues met in a clash of passion and tenderness. He sighed deeply as he broke the kiss. She watched his eyes, no longer reflecting the sun, but now the pool lights. In the deep wells of his eyes she saw fire, and a need for her. He reached for her, pulling her into the pool so she was standing with him in the shallow end. They wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed again. She could feel his erection pressing into her, and she rocked her hips softly against him. He moaned into her mouth, moving one hand to cup her breast. She felt him tug on the strings holding her top on. Soon it was free, and he tossed it beside the pool. Briefly she looked around to make sure no one was watching. They were still alone.

He held her breasts with both of his strong hands, circling the large nipples with his thumbs. She tipped her head back, and he began to kiss her neck and throat. His lips were so hot, almost burning into her. He continued playing with her breasts, fascinated beşiktaş escort with how sensitive her nipples were to his touch. He bent his head to them, sucking gently on one of them, biting it gently with his teeth. She groaned and held his head in her arms, cradling him to her chest. He took his time with her tits, paying plenty of attention to that much-neglected area. He circled her other nipple over and over with his tongue, memorizing the feel of it in his mouth. His other hand stayed occupied with a gentle massage on the other breast. Ali had never had a man administer so much attention to her breasts. She could only imagine what the rest of her body was going to get.

She wanted to feel him in her hand, in her mouth. She ducked down lower into the water, so that it reached her shoulders. She pulled his cock from his trunks, and begin to slowly stroke it underwater. His eyes narrowed with pleasure, and he moaned softly as he pulled her closer. She stroked him firmly, and even under water she could feel his pre-cum seeping out of him. She released him and guided him to the steps, where she used her hands and a sly smile to urge him to sit on the side of the pool. From here, she knew she could easily suck him. He settled back on his hands, spreading his legs slightly so she could stand in between them.

She flicked her tongue across the tip, tasting him. The musky taste of him intoxicated her at once. She sucked the head into her mouth, then released him to lick her way down to his sac. She massaged him with her tongue, then gently sucked on of his balls into her mouth while she stroked him with her hand. He gasped at the sudden surprise, then entwined his fingers in her hair. She loved the fact that his balls were shaved. She took the other one into her mouth now, gaining confidence in his ragged breathing. She let her tongue lead her back up to his cock, once again taking him into her mouth. She sucked him earnestly, wanting to please him. She increased her pressure, sucking him faster now. She opened her throat and took him all the way down, allowing the tip to hit the back of her throat. He cried out once, then whispered to her, “Oh my God that feels so good.”

She deep throated him several times, then backed off a little. She massaged his balls with her hand while sucking him hard but slow. She focused on the feel of his pulsing veins, the rigidity of him. He groaned and suddenly pushed her away by her shoulders. “No,” he gasped in a hushed voice filled with sexual heat. “I don’t want to come yet. I want this to last.” He slipped back into the water with her and kissed her deeply.

His hands found her ass, and held her firmly while they kissed. He moved his lips down her neck, across her throat and to the other side. His fingers found her pussy, and he caressed her sex in a circular motion thru her bikini bottom. He wanted to feel her pulsating pussy. He pushed the bikini to the side, and plunged his finger inside her. She gasped at the the penetration, then moaned deep in her throat. His thumb located her clit and while he finger fucked her, his thumb massaged her throbbing clit. He was determined to make her cum. It didn’t take him long, for he knew exactly where to touch her, and how to kiss her while his fingers worked at her. Soon she was spiraling into an intense orgasm, clutching his arm and quieting her moans into his chest.

He led her to the steps and stopped her on the second one. He pulled her bottoms off with her help and tossed them with her top next to the pool. He bent her forward, dying for the taste of her. He leaned forward, and her mind stopped working as soon as his tongue found her clit. She lost all sense of the things around her and was only able to focus in the pleasure he provided her. She was no longer aware they were outside, in the open, in a public area.

Jim wasted no time bringing her to another climax. His tongue set her on fire, dipping inside her hole to taste her, and then back to her clit. He worked feverishly, wanting her to flood his face with her cum. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, listening to her whispered moans. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, and savored the sweetness that seeped from her.

Ali rocked her hips backwards, trying to press her cunt further onto his face. She was lost in pleasure, and wanted the feelings he was creating with his mouth to continue. She cried out when he sucked her clit into his mouth as thought it were a little cock. She could feel another orgasm building. He placed a hand on her ass, squeezing the cheek, then finding its way to her little rosebud. “Relax for me Ali,” his voice commanded. She tried to, but teetering on orgasm left little ability to just relax her back door. His finger pushed inside anyway, and his tongue went back to her clit. He finger fucked her asshole while his tongue applied pressure to the most sensitive part of her womanhood. At last her body erupted in orgasm, and she rewarded his efforts by squirting her juices over his mouth. He swallowed several times, and what he could not lap up dripped into the pool.

He was so turned on by how wet she had gotten that he knew he had to be inside her. While she clutched the rail, trying to catch her breath, he moved up behind her. With one thrust he was buried completely in her tight pussy. She was hot, and clamped so tightly around his cock he wasn’t sure he would be able to move it within her. He just held his cock where it was, deep within her pussy, and rubbed her back and murmured soft words to her. He was amused that he had made her cum so hard.

When she was at last relaxed, Ali felt Jim start to slide his cock out and then plunge back in. She placed her hand on the step in front her, and pushed herself back against him. He thrust slowly in and out of her, grunting softly with each stroke. She loved the feeling of his cock inside her. She wasn’t sure, but it felt like at least 8 inches of heaven stroking the inside of her wet pussy. He made her feel so good that she was oblivious to everything else around them. The temperature had cooled of considerably, but all she was aware of was the steady thrusting of Jim behind her.

She felt another orgasm approaching slowly. Jim felt her growing tight around him again. He reached around and began to fondle her breasts with one hand, and stroke her clit with the other. He was moving faster now, feeling his own impending orgasm. Ali rocked back against him, moaning each time he entered her. She knew he was struggling to keep from letting go just yet. He stroked her clit faster, and she screamed out in pleasure when her climax coursed through her body. She pushed against him, clamping her muscles tight around his thrusting dick. He grabbed her hips and held her still as he released his hot load inside her. He groaned a long groan as he shot into her. Ali could feel his penis pulsing with each squirt of his cum. She held still, wanting to hang on to this moment for as long as possible.

When their orgasms subsided, Jim leaned over and wrapped his arms around Ali, still lodged in her cunt from behind. Neither said a word. As he grew soft and slipped out, Ali invited him to join her in her apartment. She picked up her discard bikini and accepted her towel from him. She wrapped herself in it, and once he had gathered the rest of their things, they left together quietly. Each was envisioning the possibilities that lay ahead of them.

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Thanks to EmeraldKitten for all her help with this story.

Once again, this is a pure stroke story. No great redeeming literary value at all.

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Halloween, just after 5:30. I’m glad of my leather jacket for the fall evening is chilly.

Turning my head to the right I can see my reflection in a convenience store window. Rangy is the best word to describe my build. I’m thin and rather tall. My hair and beard are now mostly grey, changing from the dull brown they used to be. With my jacket, black jeans and black cowboy boots I look like a biker who gave it up to be a literature prof. I smile at myself, pleased with the dichotomy.

“But I could use a haircut,” I decide.

Looking ahead, I see a bit of serendipity. There’s a hair stylist’s shop just up the street a bit.

I continue walking until I reach the stylist’s door. I open it and a little bell rings to announce my entrance. The shop is very small. All I can see is a front desk with a cash register and some beauty products displayed behind glass. A divider walls off the entrance from the bulk of the shop. Construction paper pumpkins and witches decorate the walls. Creepy music sounds from speakers mounted on the dividing barrier.

The door closes behind me and the bell rings again. A young woman emerges from the working area hidden from me.

“Woof!” is my first thought on seeing her.

The young lady in question is taller than many, about 5′ 8″. She is not that stick insect thin widely popular, but rather nicely filled out. She would attract my attention even if she wasn’t dressed the way she was. I scan my eyes over the length of her to take in the full effect.

I start at her neck, and note the pale, soft skin there. “Tasty,” I think. She’s wearing a black shirt with brown trim, top buttons undone so that her full breasts are displayed almost to the nipple. A very short black skirt encases her hips. Her lovely legs are contained in fishnet stockings of matching colour. Ankle boots with four inch heels and the same shade are on her trim feet.

With a bit of chagrin, I realize what I’m doing. I move my eyes to hers, which are a sparkling brown. Her beautiful face is long with a pointed chin. Hair is a deep, dark red and curly. A pair of leopard spotted ears sticks out from the riotous mane.

“Ah, yes. A real sex kitten indeed.”

She grins at me, as if she’s following my thoughts. “Hello. Can I help you?” she asks.

“You certainly may,” I reply. My lecherous smile indicates exactly what that help could be. “I need a hair cut and beard trim.”

“It’s going to cost you,” she laughs back. “But I can take care of you. Just follow me…” And she turns to head back towards the area she emerged from.

Following her, I move past the Halloween decorations and through the spooky music. As I do, I admire her from behind. Those statuesque legs that lead up to a gorgeous well-built ass. A leopard’s tail completes the kitten ensemble. Her back towards me offers an opportunity. I reach into my pants to adjust my stiffening anatomy. There’s no subtle way to do that.

As I move past the wall I see her station. A small shelf full of her equipment sits under a large mirror with a barber’s chair in front of it. There is only the one station. This shop must be her own.

She leans forward to pick up a cape. Her skirt rides up a bit and I can just see the bottoms of her cheeks. I can’t tell if she’s wearing a thong or doing without. My prick grows harder at the sight.

The lovely woman I’ve been staring at turns to me with a smile and gestures at the chair. “Have a seat, sir.” I think I see her eyes widen a bit as they run over the bulge in my pants.

Grinning back at her, I climb into the chair.

Graceful hands fasten the cape around my neck and pivot the chair towards the mirror. Standing to my right, she catches my reflected eyes with hers and asks, “So, what am I doing to you today?” There’s a slight pause as she realizes what she’s said. “Er, rather, how close do you want it?”

“As close as you want to get,” is my answer. I arch an eyebrow at her to make it plain I’m not talking about hair.

Her shimmering eyes expand for a second, then a slow, wicked smile creeps across her mouth. “Sounds good to me,” she says.

Reaching over to grab the clippers, she slips an attachment on them and starts it whirring. One leg goes to the foot pump of the chair. She hikes her skirt a touch, revealing her thigh to me. With forceful steps, the chair is raised to the height needed for her work. My gaze travels to the erotic sight, watching the muscles work. A wave of pure lust passes through me.

Her brown eyes smirk at me in the mirror, amused by my hard wired male reaction. Moving closer she presses her lush breasts into my shoulder. The clippers are moved towards my hair.

Before tuzla escort they reach me, I reach up with my right hand, and scratch my shoulder on that side. The backs of my knuckles run under her right breast. Moving my hand back and forth, I tease the sensitive skin there. “I beg your pardon,” I say putting a not too surprised look on my face, making it sound like my action was an accident.

That pretty face slackens for a moment and a quiet moan seeps from her. The arm moving the shearing tool stops, not quite at my head. She leans and presses her firm mounds harder into my shoulder. Turning once again to my reflection, she smiles and says, “You don’t have to beg for anything.”

She switches her clippers to her left hand, then reaches with the right for the cape. Instead of adjusting it, her hand runs under the linen. Slowly she grazes over my chest, teases across my stomach and finishes by running her fingertips along the iron rod she finds in my pants.

I move my right arm out from under the cape and place the tips of my fingers on her firm thigh. Strumming them, as if playing a guitar, I gently stroke up the warm, and warming surface. Upwards I go, until I feel the hem of her skirt against my forearm. And a bit farther until I cup my hand at the spot between her legs. She’s wearing a silk thong I discover. I can feel her brimming cheeks under my fingers and the damp, almost wet, material rubs against my palm.

Her hand twitches on my tool at my touch. I hiss a soft intake of breath at the feeling that sweeps through me. She squeezes her thighs together, trapping my hand between them. I can feel the silk grow wetter, coating my hand with a thin film of her excitement.

I feel the button of my jeans being undone. She grasps the zipper tab and pulls it down unhurriedly.

With a smile, I lean forward and run my tongue along her ear. There are diamond studs set in the lobe. I circle them one at a time.

A deft movement of my right hand moves the thong aside. Stroking lightly, I spread the warm liquid flowing from her around her quivering lips. My thumb pushes against her hard clit, as if it were a button to launch something into orbit. Then I rotate it, causing the stiff nubbin to stretch and compress in a rhythmic motion.

She moans again at the multiple sensations. I hear the clippers stop whirring and she drops them to the floor. The now free hand grasps my wrist, needing it’s support to keep her balance. The other hand opens my pants and goes under my briefs to grip my lumber stiff cock. Her breath whispers between clenched teeth. She squeezes me and then pumps with a delicate motion.

I grit my teeth and shudder at her maddening touch. My lips leave her ear and trail across her cheek. My left hand reaches around to turn her mouth towards me. I trace her lips, then push my tongue inside to spar with hers. Puckering my lips, I suck her tongue into me and lightly catch it between my teeth.

My hand rearranges itself between her thighs. Index and third fingers move her labia apart and my center finger runs inside. I pump it slowly. And move my invading digit so none of the nerves inside her damp cavern are untouched.

The redheaded beauty whimpers as my mouth claims hers. Her movements on my cock become more insistent, alternately tight and soft. Her tongue twitches in my mouth in a cadence that matches the one in her fissure. Raising an elegant leg, she sets it on the foot pump, allowing me easy access to her heat. Those wide hips buck against my hand as she moans deep in her throat. The demanding muscles inside her pull at my finger, drawing it deeper.

With a sharp gasp, I pull my head from hers. That loving touch has bought me to the very edge. My hips work involuntarily, at the beat she has set. I grit my teeth, and then I’m coming. Sticky fluid shoots from me, spurts followed by dribbles. It soaks into my shirt and coats her hand. A panting groan rattles in my chest as it ends.

She moans as my passion covers her hand. Her fingers loosen their grip, caressing me. My final groan brings an impish smile to her face. Removing her hand from under the cape, she brings it to her mouth, sucking the cream from her fingers. Eyes sparking with pleasure she says, “Mmmm. Every tricker’s favourite treat.”

I manage to regain control of my body while she’s enjoying her gooey delicacy. I answer her smile with a wicked one of my own. “I have another treat for you,” I whisper.

I have lost myself in her ministrations and was no longer working my hand. To make up for it I slide a second finger in her. I speed up the meter of my strokes while my thumb starts to flick back and forth over her clit as rapidly as I can move it.

Her eyes go wide and I see her bite her lip. As my thumbs teases her, her teeth break the skin. And she comes. Her pussy clamps hard on my fingers, pulling them into her. She presses into me, wrapping an arm around my neck and crushing her firm breasts into tuzla rus escort my chest. Her body shakes, quivers and quakes as orgasm rushes through her. It leaves her breathless and sagging against me. Looking at me with a face slack with amazement she manages a feeble, “Oh… God…”

Grinning at her, I slowly reduce my pace, relishing the twitches and shudders I feel. I randomly run my thumb over her throbbing nub, driving final jolts of ecstasy into her. Finally, I pull my fingers out and move them to my mouth. My eyes slit in appreciation of her sweet taste.

“It looks like we both get a treat,” I say with a wink. “We should make a candy out of this. The market would be huge.”

She smiles. “No doubt you’re right. You make that candy and I’ll become your partner.” She pauses. “Business partner, that is.”

She pushes herself off me. I can see her knees shaking from her orgasm. She puts a hand on the shelf of her station to keep her balance. She takes a deep breath and manages to stand straight. Turning to me she asks, “So, shall we continue?”

I glance at my watch. “It’s after six,” I state. “Perhaps you should close up first. I wouldn’t want to have another customer come in and keep you too late.”

Confusion shows for a second. The ruby haired lady doesn’t know me well enough to know why I suggested such a thing. But she goes off to do it.

As soon as I see her gorgeous bum move past the divider I reach down and release the foot pedal so the chair sinks to it’s lowest position. Then to the back release, leaning backwards until I’m almost horizontal. My final action is to remove the cape from my neck. I can hear her locking the door and drawing blinds.

As she returns, puzzlement crosses her face again as she sees the position I’m in. “I was thinking of a face massage,” I explain to her.

She opens her mouth, undoubtedly to explain she’s a stylist, not a masseuse.

“With your thighs,” I continue, before she can say a word.

A delighted smile forms as she discovers there’s more fun to be had. Her legs twitch a little, lust stroking her nerves. “But of course sir. I would be more than happy to meet any of your desires.”

My sweet peach hikes her skirt up and I can finally see what’s beneath it. Her fishnets are held up with black silk garters and a belt of the same fabric. The thong I’ve been fondling is also black. It glistens with the fluids she’s leaked into it and I can see thin trails shining on her inner thighs. The undergarment is knotted at the sides. Two quick pulls of her fingers release it and the delicate raiment falls to the ground.

My gaze sharpens with passion as her delectable nether region is revealed. There is no hair concealing that area. The smooth skin there is completely bare. Her lips are still soaking wet and I can see her clit peek from the folds. “I see how you keep in practice,” I observe.

She actually blushes a bit at that. It’s quite becoming. Her expression then heats up and she moves to the chair. Throwing one leg over it, and me, she ends up standing above my face with her gorgeous tits towards my head. I’m low enough that even with those grand limbs spread so nicely by the back of the chair, there is still a couple of inches of space between us.

I take a deep breath and the musky odour of her arousal and peak waft into my lungs. The most intoxicating smell in existence.

Taking her firm, round ass in my hands I exhale on her slit. I can feel her buttocks twitch at the warm dampness running over her and she draws a deep breath in response. One of her hands reaches down to stroke my cheek. The other goes up, cups a full sphere and tweaks the nipple through the cloth covering it.

I turn my head to one side and lick at her left thigh. The taste of her skin cream is mixed with the fluids that have run there. It’s so delicious I set my lips against her and suck lightly. A breathy ‘Oh’ comes from her and the muscle under my tongue ripples as she tightens her legs on the chair.

Slowly raising my head, I swipe up her warm, soft skin. My right hand moves to the bottom button of her shirt and releases it. One by one, the other fastenings are freed and her garment falls open. Her bra is the same black silk as her other lingerie. I stroke the flesh of the fulsome mounds that isn’t covered.

I notice there is a large, cross shaped scar on her tummy. Inquiringly, I move my eyes to her face.

“From when I was a baby,” she explains. The cast of her face is slightly afraid. She thinks I’ll find it repulsing.

Squirming in the chair I raise my head to the scar and give it a delicate kiss. “Who’s lucky enough to be perfect? You’ll probably find my scars as we continue. No one gets out of this life unmarked.”

For a second, a tender look passes over her face. It vanishes as I pull down one cup of her bra and roll the nipple revealed in my fingers. Her mouth drops and her eyes flutter. She has the most sensitive tuzla sarışın escort breasts I’ve ever encountered.

My lips move back to the spot they left when I reassured her. Kissing and laving, I continue cleaning her spending from her. I growl as the potent taste fills my mouth.

Quite deliberately I move past her pussy, instead licking across her hips just above her moist center. She groans her disappointment. Looking up, I can see her gazing at me. “Bastard,” she whispers with a faux look of anger.

I grin merrily at her. “If I rush, you won’t have as much fun.” Her eyes twinkle at that.

Picking up where I stopped, I move on to her right thigh and work my way down. My left hand squeezes the full cheek it holds. One finger of it teases over her soft, brown rose. My right exposes her other breast and titillates the nipple ignored so far.

A thin layer of sweat forms on her skin. Her breath has become deep and loud. The hand stroking my face tangles itself in my hair and tries to pull me to the quivering slit that she wants played with. I resist easily. I’m giving her too much pleasure and she can’t muster the concentration required for strength.

I reverse my direction, moving up the right thigh. This time I don’t bypass her lips. As I reach the bottom of her quim I lick across it, then up and down. Deliberately I float up her folds, varying the motion of my tongue. With no predictable rhythm, she can’t guess what will happen next. The passion created by my lapping washes into her, she can’t prevent it. The hand in my hair lets go, presses against my face and trembles. I can see her eyes are closed and she runs her tongue over her glossy mouth. She grips the breast I’m not holding, and the flesh of it rises between her fingers. “Oh shit,” she murmurs.

At last I arrive at her clit. Extending my tongue I give it a quick lick.

“Oh,” come quietly from her mouth.

I wait several seconds then give her two more rapid licks.

“Oh. Oh,” sounds a bit louder.

Another short wait, then three.

A longer, slightly louder and trembling “Oh” emerges from her.

I continue this, increasing one lick each time until I lose count. Then I simply go for broke.

A continuous stream of noise now comes from her. “Oh Jesus, that’s good. Eat me. Hss. Don’t stop. God. Don’t stop. Oh. Jesus. Good…”

My left hand runs into the crack between her cheeks. The thumb strokes over the tender skin between asshole and vagina, lubricating it in the warm fluids percolating from her. Once well oiled, I push it inside her cunt. I pump it once, twice, thrice.

When my digit first runs into her she sits bolt upright. At each pistoning she again calls, “Oh!” The third one turns to a guttural wail as she comes.

Sweetness runs freely from her and I lap it up. Not fast enough and my beard becomes soaked. Her upper body presses her tit hard into my hand. Hips pumping wildly cause her slit to run all over my lower face. My nose, tongue, lips and beard graze over her palpitating lips, driving her on and on. She howls her delight, filling me with joy. There’s no bigger ego boost than giving a beautiful woman such complete pleasure.

Giving a final gasp, she wilts. I grab her under the armpits to keep her from falling on the floor. My glorious paramour is as limp as a curare victim, body unable to function at all. I kiss with delicacy at random spots on her lower body, causing her nerves to send tiny echoes of joy to her brain.

After several minutes, she manages to stand. Holding my hand for balance, she lifts herself off me and kneels next to my head. One arm rests on my chest. She takes her lips in mine, giving me a soulful and passionate kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispers as it ends it. “I thought you only received presents at Christmas. I’m so happy I was mistaken.” The hand over my chest undoes the top button of my shirt. Her head moves towards the skin and sparse hair exposed. “But presents have to be met in kind, don’t you agree?”

My cock, never replaced in my pants, has hardened while I was gratifying her. It is rigid again and it jerks, dribbling a little seminal fluid as her promise hits me in a wave of eroticism.

Her tender lips lightly kiss and suck at the skin she has revealed. That delicate hand releases the next button and her head moves to follow it. With a deliberate, maddening pace, she teases me until my shirt is completely open.

A quick motion pulls my briefs from my cock and I’m completely revealed to her happy eyes. She turns her head so I can see her face, one cheek resting against my twitching member. Reaching out with her tongue, she licks under the head of my prick, gathering pre-come into her mouth. Her face becomes suffused with pleasure, as if she has tasted ambrosia. I gulp at the sensation.

My splendid lover sets her lips on the shaft just below the head. She kisses it gently and tickles it with her tongue. She moves down my length, slowly, repeating the teasing that she gave my torso. Her left hand softly strokes the spongy head of my cock and the right gently massages my sack.

I grit my teeth and hiss in a deep breath. My hardness lurches at her ministrations. I can feel myself getting ready to release my passion again.

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It was a most curious sight to see in the middle of nowhere, Jana decided, but always a pleasure to come upon. Granted, every state in the union had a few of them, but to see one just lying outstretched lazily in the sun so far from where she was accustomed to finding them was both intriguing and a little hilarious. Damn, she thought, are they really becoming that common or am I just not as able to be astonished by them as I grow older?

The seclusion and solitude she had sought out when she made her annual pilgrimage to Desoto Canyon was to her what high-rolling trips to Vegas and high-kid-volume hair-pulling trips to Disney World are for so many- a break from it all. While she had been many places and done many things to take her mind off the daily grind of single parenting and crappy upper management decisions, it ultimately fell to her annual indulgence of the quiet peace of the secluded cabin and awesome abundance of natural beauty that replenished her soul. To get away from it all, one had to escape more than the hometown pitfalls and humdrum.

She had always come in May because of her vacation time being so regimented and dependent on people with more tenure and clout being able to pick and choose their allotment with impunity. She had ridden out a few of the older hands, medical maladies and retirement thinning the ranks of the older co-workers. Firings and new hirings chopped up the tenure list enough for her to state with finality that she would take in the seasonal change in autumn. Any acre of Desoto in September is worthy of a postcard photo or Ansel Adams print and she at last had the opportunity to visit a heavenly spot of earth.

Her son was safely stowed with her parents and the house was secured as well as could be expected. The more pressing of her financial matters were resolved for the month. Her car ran beautifully all the way into northeast Alabama.

She was completely at ease in the sturdy cabin. It was well furnished with all the necessities. There were pots and pans in the cupboard, a freshly made bed in the bedroom, hot water aplenty, and a huge tub to relax in and allow for quiet leisure and growth of soul. She had bought provisions along the way, stopping at a Food World in Gadsden for canned goods and a few bottles of merlot. Jana was set for seclusion and a peaceful respite.

She had spent the first few days reading, inhaling fully the words of Jackie Collins and Anais Nin, at first. But after a day of alternating looking blissfully out of the window in between text and sips of red, the walls closed in a bit and she decided to take in the views and sights and perhaps shoot a few frames of film. As luck would have it, her quest for life’s simple pleasures yielded the most basic and simple of them all.

Desoto Falls was truly awe-inspiring. It sprang up suddenly from the forest, a towering cliff of falling white mist whose roar shrouded the valley below with scattered rainbows and foggy clouds of humidity that completely overwhelmed the senses of any who come to see its grandeur. The kaleidoscope of bright yellows, reds, oranges and greens surrounded the valley with autumn’s own swirl of psychedelic inspiration. The granite itself was alive, a hodgepodge of lichen and oddly hued mosses having taken up residence on the rock faces eternally made boggy by the omnipresent misting. The fauna had no fear of man here. The multitude of animals living around the park were not hunted and were in fact a bit tamed by decades of peanuts and half-bitten slices of tomato or lettuce haven been throw out to them by gawking tourists.

There were a few tourists here and there. She noted a few hardy mountain bikers, hikers, naturalist stoners, stern game wardens, and the occasional van load of kids whose sour expressions led her to believe that all things being equal, the kids found the Gameboys in their laps much more stimulating than some dumb waterfall. Ah, youth.

She spent a great deal of that second day sitting high on the cliff overlooking the falls below her, thinking about things in general and dwelling on nothing in particular. The only interruption to her natural coexistence with the park was one intrusion by her mother explaining that her kid was fine, the house was fine, everything was fine. It was an unnecessary call, really, but she understood her mother’s need for checking in and was tickled by her description of the tyke’s bumbling and fumbling with sounds and crawling. He would be running circles around the house in no time. Watching a pair of raccoons, one large and one small, dancing around a trash can in search of a morsel, she felt that sense of motherhood strongly. To raise a son alone was always a challenge, but at the end of the day, seeing one’s offspring attain just a little step forward into life was its own attribute. She loved him so.

All this and everything else was thrown carefree into the wind when she saw it. It was on her third day in the cabin, a dire sense of boredom having overrun the rustic qualities of seclusion and her need for exposure to the forests taking her on a much-needed hike off the beaten trail. It was a gloomy day, the lack of sun decimating ataşehir escort the rainbows and casting a pale shadowy pallor over the valley. The sky’s pale grey pallor tempered the fiery bright colors of the valley, as if depressing the natural sense of soul in the flora with a pungent attitude of blasé and melancholy lack of rapture. It was in this doleful mood that the entrance of a man’s bright exuberance changed her lack of human touch into a long forgotten sense of need and desire.

“It” was a perfect man. Jana watched the human form from atop a hill, eyeing the stranger as he sat against a large oak, snapping an occasional picture with a long lens that he tossed casually aside as he leaned back against the tree to pick up an acoustic guitar and thumb a few notes. He played the notes low, the windless air denying the sound’s travels up the hill in any substantive way and begging her to cock her ear to receive its song. She did not go to him, instead crouching low in a stand of ripening huckleberries and spying as she would observe a skittish animal. He was dressed in a blue pullover of some kind, an Indian style print etched horizontally in faded black across it. A well-worn wide-brimmed hat of leather shielded the eyes and brow but not the full lips and definitive chin denoting good breeding through countless generations. His casual ease of movement was apparent even sitting down; she could see he had a genteel and calm demeanor that was sexy in that he contained the self-confidence to sit alone and unafraid. He wore well-fit jeans as well and a rugged pair of hiking boots.

She lost track of time and space watching him, as if enthralled as her child would be with a bright noisy toy seen for the first time through infant eyes. There was no sounds apparent to her except the gentle notes of C minor and A sharp occasionally fighting their way up the hill, as if each lick of a string no matter how inappropriate to the desired chord sent a determined soldier of lust floating on humid air up to find her. Nothing in the world mattered to her in that span of time. All thoughts of the world left behind her for so short a time failed to break her rapt attention in the stranger.

A strange wave of compulsion began to take hold of her, a desire to ravish and pillage a source of virile presentation and to have him firmly clutch her lack of fulfillment left unchecked by so many dicey encounters with men who had just been there and not fully transported her needs into accomplishments. So complete was her attraction to a man whose voice she had never heard that she never heeded the approaching grunts of a large mammal sashaying up her trail. The odds of finding a bear in Alabama were small, but Jana and a large male bruin quickly introduced her to the perfectly unassuming man she coveted.

It was a small black bear, shuffling its nose through the underbrush for a tasty sweet acorn or grub worm. It’s eyes were poor and it was as guilty of lack of attention to detail as she for not seeing him approach. The bear was quite used to pillaging the stand of huckleberry bushes along the ridge for a tasty treat without any fear of man. Her quiet crouching and spying immediately gave way to a scream of immense pitch and volume. The bear, used to people’s noises, moaned low and menacingly in return. It did not run away, sensing the panic of the woman and determined to have its way with the berries, human be damned. It stood up and its hind legs and gave its reply to her fear in the form of a low growl that only sent another bout of hysterics thundering down the hillside to the stranger’s ears. Jana never saw the man toss caution and the Washburn aside, pick up a limb and rock and charge the hill. Her eyes locked on the bruin.

“Hey you sonofabitch! Git’ tha’ hell outta’ here! Hey! Hey! Haaaaay bear! Git on outta’ here! Now, you big bastard!”

The wild approach of another human triggered a new level of flight or fight in the bear. It dropped to all fours, unsure whether to listen to reason and run like hell or call the people’s bluff and fight for its rightful share of the succulent berries. Its and Jana’s eyes locked on the angry face of the fast approaching man, his camera swinging wildly side to side and his deep voice demanded to be heeded. Jana could scarcely believe the speed and power of the man’s approach, each long stride fighting to gain uphill ground and succeeding in closing the gap between himself and the threat rapidly. With feline ease he slipped through the underbrush. The bear flinched to its right, grunting loudly to challenge the attacker’s resolve. He kept coming, his ferocity and tenacious assault on the bear’s position emboldening Jana’s adrenaline to pump her full of a previously unknown sense of mettle she had never known. She stomped loudly on the ground and began shaking the shrubbery around her vigorously, taking her own stand against the threat. If a bear’s long face could ever personify the phrase, “Fuck this!” it was in this split second before it turned and dashed away, yelping like a puppy and thudding down the hill opposite from the tall man swinging a limb and demanding ataşehir escort bayan to be acknowledged.

Jana stood transfixed and gaping at the chiseled face and wild eyes of the man as he ran past her without even pausing. He continued past her, following the bear’s path and continuing to yell obscenities at the fleeing animal. He ran for several hundred yards further down the valley, ultimately flailing the thick limb repeatedly against an elm tree that may or may not have been offended by his assault against its old trunk, depending on one’s beliefs in a tree’s thoughts. Still not convinced the threat was eradicated, he threw the rock and the limb high and hard into the last patch of foliage in which the bear had been visible.

Her heart began pounding hard, the adrenaline finally making its presence known completely. The fresh blast of blood rushing into her mind and the glut of oxygen streaming into her veins from her deep breathing made her swoon and she fainted dead away, her last clear thought and vision being a strangers smile turning into concern as she grayed out.

She awoke to the feeling of jostling, the roar of a motor beneath her, and a strap holding her firm against an upright body. Shaking her head and gasping aloud, she realized she had some type of strap around her, securing her to the trunk of a man’s body. His back was damp but there was the scent of sweat that was fresh and oily, not yet dank with time. It filled her with the deep aroma of a long-ago application of cologne tempered with the rich scent and masculinity and leather. Her head was resting on a man’s shoulder, her arms and legs loose and reaching around him. Her hands were palm down on his lap, inadvertently resting on a firm bulge shielded by blue jean fabric. She sat up abruptly, not completely sure where she was or what in the hell was occurring. Realizing she was on a four-wheeler, she latched onto his chest. The nipples were hard, the chest firm.

“Hey!” He turned around and stopped the ride. She fidgeted a bit, not afraid but certainly more than curious about just how and why she was tied to him on a four-wheeler. Instantly, the strap released.

“Are you alright?” She cautiously stepped off the four-wheeler, stumbling a few steps at first but composing herself quickly out of embarrassment.

“I think.” He looked her up and down. Gone was the wild look or rage that had bore into her psyche, replaced with concern and sincere glee.

“You passed out. I thought you would come around quickly but when you didn’t I thought you might be anemic or diabetic or something. The ranger station is just a few klicks farther if you are hurt. My phone ain’t gettin’ no bars out here.”

“No, I’m fine. I think anyway.” The last thing she wanted was a trip to a hospital out in the sticks. God knew what her parents would think if they heard she was injured after a bear attack.

“You sure?”

“Yessir. Thanks for doing that back there. I thought that bear had me.”

“Naw, not really. Oscar is a big titty baby. He just needed a little persuasion.”

“You named him?”

“Shoot no. He’s from a zoo. They named him.” He chuckled at her puzzlement. “If it had been Brenda Lou and her cub though, things may have been quite different.” He grasped at his back, his grip outlining the silhouette of a holstered pistol beneath the pullover. “Things may have gotten intense and tragic. That bitch gets a lil bit moody around the baby.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” The gun and his seemingly casual nature about the incidence intrigued her. He did not possess a deliberate country twang nor the boorish demeanor of the local redneck flavor. He spoke well, seeming to choose his words carefully and with a deliberate understanding of tact. “I’m Jana, sorry I didn’t stay awake to introduce myself.” She felt the blushing come up fast to her cheeks.

“Danny,” he thrust out a tan hand adorned with a class ring of some kind. “Danny Comeaux.” She shook his hand daintily, more interested in feeling his skin’s texture than making acquaintance.

“Hello.” His eyes danced to her. The grey air still filtered our a great deal of color from their surroundings but his eyes were clearly brown. He had a curiously tiny scar just forward of the hairline near his temple and to her hidden happiness, had all of his teeth in good order. It was his bright exuberance of character that once again captivated her. The memory of staring at him as he lounged content and plucking guitar strings returned to her and washed away any tinge of nervousness she initially felt coming to. There was an aura of manly protection and concern for her, not any deviant vibe that should she felt should upset her. She could not know whether for sure he was telling the truth or not but merely she felt safe and gracious. “I had no idea there were bears here.”

“A few years ago, you would have been right. The local sportsmen…” he spat the word “…take great pains to make sure anything they rarely see gets a quick piece of lead. They have been trying to reintroduce bears and wolves in a few places where they have disappeared.”

“You don’t hunt?”

“Not bears.” He laughed a bit. “They are a bitch to clean. Pardon my Cajun.”

“Well, that’s the first one I ever saw outside of a zoo and that is about as close to nature as I think I’m going to get this year I hope.”

“You definitely got a good look at him. I was waiting for him to get a picture.” Oh, Jana thought.

“Sorry to ruin the shot.”

“No sweat. He’ll be back.” He glanced down at his watch. “If you wish, I’ll get you back to your cabin. I need to go back for my guitar. You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. You said we are near the station?”

“We’re closer to the cabins than the station, actually.” He pointed toward the east. “Just across that tree line.”

“If it’s no trouble. I don’t mind hiking. It’s actually what I was doing when I saw your bear.”

“Naw, no trouble. It’s better to go ahead and take the ride. I’m not sure where Brenda is and with winter coming up and the cubs getting big, she may take to poking her nose in your way if she thought she smelled you alone.”

“She would eat me?!”

“Well, they are used to people feeding them, either through trash cans or outright throwing sandwiches. They get a little pissed when they come up on a person that doesn’t chunk ’em a piece of tuna fish. Plus you could stumble up on her and the kids and female bears don’t take kindly to strangers around their young.”

“Like people, I guess.” He cranked up the ATV.

“Occasionally.” His face lit up. “You ever driven a four-wheeler?”

“Once.”

“Here, have at it.” He slid back on the seat.

“Really? Cool!” She eased onto the vibrating bike and began running her eyes over the controls, eager to look as if she was in control. The ATV jumped and lurched at first, but she figured out the throttle quickly and roared through the woods, turning onto the trails he pointed from behind her. The trees and briar patches roared by, the wind on her face slapping tears from her eyes. He rode silently, obviously unsure of whether he could hold onto her and instead grasping the bar behind him and hanging on for dear life. It was a short ride, the first few empty cabins racing by in a flash. Slowing abruptly, the bike lurched and his grip became untenable, instinct taken over and a panicked passenger’s normal motion was to grab the driver. Feeling his broad arms around her midriff, she felt a odd tingle that she dismissed as just girlish notions of lust enhanced by the rumbling motor beneath her. She eased up to her cabin and slowly braked. Finding neutral, she coasted up and stopped at the door.

“Damn that was fun!”

“Glad you liked it.” He slid forward on the seat as she got off.

“I thought you couldn’t have these things in the park. You work here or something?”

“Naw, but since that terrorist attack last week the park is empty and the rangers and me are tight. They know I’m not out grassing things up. You know this is the first time I can remember that the cabins are empty in September. You’re lucky there aren’t too many people here.”

“I come up here once a year usually. I love it.”

“Where are you from?”

“Jackson, Mississippi. I work at a park in the city.”

“Sounds fun. I go through there occasionally on my way back home to visit. I live up in Gatlinburg.”

“I’ve heard it’s beautiful up there in the mountains.”

“Looks about like here, I guess. I’m gonna’ head back down the ridge now.” She felt the compulsion to block his path.

“You staying around here? In a cabin?”

“No ma’am. I have a camper I stay in when I’m on a shoot. I travel a lot with my job.”

“You’re a photographer?”

“More of a writer, but Vanderbilt is sponsoring the bear project in conjunction with the Nashville Zoo and they hired me to come check the guys out.”

Don’t let him go, girl, she thought.

“Would you like to have some dinner? I thought some friends I met here were going to come in to see me tonight but they canceled out. I’ve been bored.”

He looked unsure but accepted her offer. “That would be great. I have a camper full of food and I’m a great cook. Anything you want me to bring?”

“Just whatever. I’ll whip up something.”

“Okay then, seven good?” He shrugged a bit.

“Seven would be great.” Jana’s heart fluttered a bit. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.” He smiled earnestly. “See you in a bit…”

The ATV roared and in an instant, Danny was just a dull noise echoing from the woods and a great notion of perfection left in her mind. It was four p.m.

By six-thirty, she was in a rush to complete things. Dashing around the cabin’s tiny kitchen, she forced herself to calm down and finalize things. Normally a demure woman, she was filled with an enhanced sense of desire and expectation that flustered her unexpectedly. She had showered up and cursed herself for not packing something just a tad bit provocative than a pair of jeans and a blouse that she tied up across the belly and shaped to accentuate her breasts. Her hair was fixed well, curled and stacked up with a slight bit of curls dangling over each ear to frame her face. She applied make-up well and fixed her face up well, determined to make a much more enthusiastic second impression on Danny than her first had been. Her legs were shaved, including a light tidying up of the pubic area. No detail too small.

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Here, you can share my shower,” said the guy next to me. I hesitated, half fearful that it was a trick. “Come on, there’s room,” he said as he stood aside to make room for me under the shower spray. I moved under his shower and he handed me the bar of soap. “Don’t drop it,” he joked. I hurriedly soaped up, hoping to get back to the locker room before the others and get dried off, dressed and out of there before these guys finished showering. That didn’t work. The banter gradually quieted down as one and two at a time they turned off their showers and left till it was just the other guy and me left in the steamy shower room. I should give the other guy a name. It was Brady Gault, a senior. bursa escort Powerfully built, muscles that rippled even when he breathed. He even had hair on his chest with a very noticeable treasure trail leading down his tight abs. I didn’t know what to do. I was finished with my shower but I couldn’t leave and go back to the locker room with all those naked guys. “I’ll hang back with you,” Brady said as he took the soap and began soaping up again. I was so relieved that he understood, but also confused why he was treating me this way after what they’d just done to me, and he was part of it. He always was a nice guy but moments before he’d been standing over me, spurting his cum all over my face like the rest of them. When he was soaped up he handed me the soap. He hung with me till the banter in the locker room died down as I heard the repeated sound of the locker room door slamming shut as each man left. When it was quiet Brady turned off his shower. “Don’t linger too long, I have to lock up,” he said. Then he left, grabbing his towel as he exited the shower. I didn’t linger. I followed several yards behind him, my eyes raking over his muscular frame and for some reason, fixing on his butt flexing beneath the towel. I entered the locker room seconds after he did, as he was opening his locker. “We shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve stopped them,” he said without looking around. “It’s okay,” I said meekly. “No it’s not,” he said as he got another towel out of his locker and began drying his hair. “They wanted to do more,” he said. “What more?” I asked. “They were going to make you suck our cocks. I told them that’d be crossing the line.” “I’m glad you stopped them. I don’t know if I could’ve done that.” “There were eight of us, you wouldn’t have had any choice,” he said. “Well, I’m glad you stopped them,” I said again. There was something intimately exciting about being alone in the locker room with Brady Gault. He was such a stud. More….a stallion, really, the way he was hung. Why I noticed that I didn’t know, except there was an aura about him. I’d never been alone with any of the jocks before. “But why did you?” “Why’d we do it, or why did I stop them?” he asked. “It was the right thing to do. I know, the other wasn’t the right thing to do but shit like that happens when a bunch of dumb jocks are together and somebody comes up with a stupid idea. I can’t apologize for the others but I can for myself. I’m sorry I was a part of it.” “It’s alright, you stopped them from making me suck all your cocks.” “Thanks for saying that.” My courage was waning and our time together was getting shorter. “I’d do it for you,” I said in a hoarse tone, without looking around at him. Then I did look around to see if he had understood. “You….you would?” “Yes.” “Why me? I mean, why just me?” “You’ve always been good to me, and kind. You almost always speak in the hallways and when you do, you make eye contact, like you really mean it.” “I know jocks are cocky and arrogant. Like just because they wear a jockstrap, that makes them something special. They like to say it’s confidence, but it’s arrogance. I’m that way too sometimes, to go along with it, but I don’t like being that way.” There was a brief pause and I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was looking over his shoulder at me. “Did you, uh….mean what you just said?” “Yes.” “Did you mean, like now?” he asked. “I don’t have to be anywhere,” I said. He nodded and tightened the towel around his waist. “I’ll go bolt the door.” My knees were suddenly weak and bursa escort bayan I sat down on the bench facing my locker. My Godd, what am I doing, I wondered. I just offered to suck another guy’s cock. More than offered, I was committed to it. Brady came back from bolting the door and walked over and stood in front of me, leaning back against my locker. “I’ve never had a blowjob from a guy. Have you ever done this before?” he asked, his fingers on the knot of his towel. “No. I’m glad I’m your first,” I said. “I’m glad I’m yours,” he said. I reached out and he moved his fingers from the knot and let me loosen it. The towel unfurled from around his waist and he stood naked. I laid the towel beside me on the bench, my eyes fixed on his manhood. My Godd! He was huge. “I don’t know if I can do this; you’re so big,” I said as I put one hand around his thigh. “You don’t have to,” he said. “But I can tell you, girls have managed it,” he added. I leaned in and rubbed my lips across the head of his cock. It felt good and he smelled so good and I felt myself being drawn into something foreign yet strangely familiar. Don’t ask me to explain that; only that I felt very much at home taking the head of his cock in my mouth…..and was drawn in farther. I sucked his entire cock into my mouth I was shocked that I was able to do that. It was rubbery and curled up in my mouth. “Awww, fuck,” he moaned softly. He was big and he was getting bigger. As his cock expanded and hardened I was forced to draw back, till I had only about half of it in my mouth. I started sucking him….moving my mouth back and forth on the half I could handle. “Aww, fuck, that feels good, the way you use your tongue,” he said. I didn’t realize I was even using my tongue but when he pointed it out I concentrated on it. “Oh, my Godd!” he groaned. I was so excited I could hardly breathe; partly because I was making this magnificent jock feel so good. I wanted to do more. I slid off the bench onto my knees. Oddly, it was where I felt I belonged, especially with Brady Gault….on my knees, servicing him, worshipping his beautiful body. “Fuck, Cody, you don’t have to be on your knees,” he said placing his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him. “I want to be. I love your muscles. I wanta worship your body.” “Aww, fuck, Cody,” he moaned softly. Then he cupped his hands under my arms to pull me to my feet. He guided me to lie on the bench and then he straddled my chest, aiming his cock at my mouth. I loved how he used me then, fucking my mouth like it was his pussy while I clasped his tight, smooth butt. I was fascinated with his butt. I loved the way the muscles flexed in my hands as he thrust forward. I was drooling; spit was running out the corners of my mouth, into my ears, and my mind was playing all sorts of tricks on me, imaging things I’d never thought of before. I eased him back. “What, am I getting too rough?” he asked. “No. I wanta do something.” “What?” “Turn around.” He started to unstraddle the bench and turn around but then stopped. “No, man, I can’t do that,” he said. I realized then that he thought I wanted him to turn around and go down on me. “No, not that. Turn around, I’ll show you,” I said. He turned around, still astraddle my chest, presenting his butt to me, although he didn’t realize that’s what he was doing. “You’ve got an awesome butt,” I said. He laughed softly. “So the girls tell me.” I leaned up and kissed both sides of his butt. My breath came short again. I clasped his hips and pulled him back. “Sit on my face,” escort bursa I told him, still kissing the smooth muscles. He came off balance and sat squarely on my face. His butt spread apart and I found myself kissing deep in the crevice. “Awww, fuck, Cody.” I loved how he kept saying that. I pulled his butt apart and found his asshole. There was a light flurry of hair guarding it which I wet with my spit as I licked his hole. He smelled good here, too, and I used my tongue ferociously, trying to push it into his hole. Brady was moaning and whinnying like a pony and pressed his ass down over my face for more. He reached back and pulled his butt muscles apart and I dug my fingers into the taut muscles, deep in, and stretched his hole open and drove my tongue up inside him. “Ohh, My Godd! Awwwhhh! Ohhh fuck, Cody, what’re you doing to me! That’s awesome! That’s so awesome! My fuckin’ legs are shaking! Ohh, Cody! Ohh Godd, don’t stop! Don’t stop doing it, man! I’m gonna cum! Fuck, man, I’m cumming!” I was delighted the way his asshole went a little crazy as he shot his load. I didn’t know assholes did that. I felt the warmth of his cum landing on my thighs and then my own cock and balls, then streaking across my stomach. His legs were shaking so bad and then his butt muscles started quivering. I could tell his legs were giving out and he didn’t have the strength to unstraddle the bench. He finally eased his butt on my chest and leaned forward and collapsed over me, his head and shoulders resting on the bench. He was lying in his own cum. I didn’t mind. His muscular weight felt good on me and I was happy that I could bring this muscular jock to his knees. And, his butt was spread so wide open I could watch his asshole squeezing and clenching and palpitating right in my face. I leaned up and licked it some more. “Aww, Cody, that was the most incredible thing anybody’s ever done to me,” he said as he shoved himself up and unstrasdled the bench. He staggered back against my locker. His torso glistened with his cum. He managed to move over and sit on the other end of the bench. “My Godd, that really took it out of me,” he said. “That’s an understatement,” I said. He rubbed his hand over his chest and stomach. “Fuck, I don’t know where it all came from. I just shot a load that little while ago.” He ran his hand lovingly up my thigh. “I can’t believe you did that….ate my ass like that.” “I don’t know where that came from either,” I said. “I don’t know where any of this came from. It just swept over me….all kinds of feeling I never had before.” “We need to shower again,” he said, squeezing my leg, then he put his hand out to pull me up from the bench. He pulled me hard and got me off balance and I was forced against him. I was totally surprised when he put his arm around me and hugged me for a second. “Come on, I’ll wash your back,” he said jokingly. But he wasn’t joking. When we got back to the shower room he turned on a shower and motioned me to get under it with him, like before. Then he took the soap and began soaping up my back. “You know, Cody, you’ve got a pretty cute little ass yourself,” he said as he boldly began washing my butt. I thought I might faint. The End Dear Readers: Over the years I’ve had many of you say that my stories should be published; that you would purchase them if they were. Despite the much appreciated support from readers, my venture into publishing did not turn out well. 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Subject: The Making of Daniel 52 The Making of Daniel Chapter 52 Okay Daniel Fan’s two things….First, I don’t know why, but it has happened again. There is a bit of bisexual sex in this chapter, but it goes along with the story lines, so please don’t stop reading. Also, I am back on FACEBOOK, so friend me for updates: Michael Dee You must be 18 or older to read this sexual material, so please adhere. If you are 18+ get naked, and enjoy the story. The slapping of skin against skin got louder and louder as I approached our ‘trick room’. And when I looked through the crack in the slightly ajar door, I saw Sven’s naked body, plowing my brother David’s ass, with all the power his intense body could muster. And as the sling, rocked back and forth, making a slight squealing sound, I opened the door…… I don’t know why, it was like someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me back, but I stopped dead in my tracks. “Oh fuck my ass hard, yea fuck me with your huge fucking cock, yea fill my fucking hole” I heard, as I stood completely still, watching Sven’s hot ass dimples pivoting back and forth as he fucked David’s ass hard. “FUCK ME SVEN” He yelled, and that’s when it hit me, it wasn’t David in the sling! “Oh yea, come on Sven, shove that 13 inch fat fucking cock deeper up my asshole… fuck me hard boy, give it all to me” No Fucking way!!!! Sven was fucking my father. He was in the sling, those were his legs strapped in the chains, and his hand holding on to the other set for support, as the sling rocked back and forth from the slamming of Sven’s body into my Dad ass. If my cock wasn’t hard before, it was now! As it towered over my balls, coating the entire length of my shaft and sack, as pre-cum drained from my piss slit. And even though I couldn’t see much of my Father, I could hear the fuck he was getting, and he was taking it good. Sven didn’t say a word, he just kept fucking my father, harder and faster. He had his hand on my father’s waist, pulling him into his cock, as his ass pushed his cock deeper into my Dad’s ass. You could tell by the noise spewing from my Father that he was getting fucked bad. And that’s when it hit me; David had mentioned this to me once before and… “Honey, you look so hot with his cock up your ass” OMG….. my mother was in there with them. “He’s even bigger than you are Drew!” She said to my father. And when she came to my view, I backed up…. why?… I don’t know, but I back up into the shadows so she couldn’t see me. But I could still see them, and she was completely naked as she reach from my father’ hard cock that was bouncing up and down with every thrust of Sven’s hips. “Why don’t you climb on top of me, and let me fuck you with my 12 inches” my father said. Oh how I wished he was talking to me. I was so fucking horny by this time, with my hand slowly stroking my soaked cock, and my ass just twitching to get a hot, fat cock deep inside it. But I just stood there, watching as my mother walked around the sling. I could now see her plainly. At 40, she was still a hot chic, her tit’s were supple and firm, with large brown nipples protruding from the center, her ass was round, and taught. And her crotch was clean shaven, with a just the slightest impression of her cunt lips protruding from her skin. “Sven, would you….” she looked at him I watched as he pulled his hard wet cock from my Fathers ass, and stepped behind my mother. His hand went between her legs, and by the sound of her slight squeal, I knew he had penetrated her wet cunt with a few of his fingers, as his other hand wrapped around her breast, cupping her left tit firmly in his hand. And with one easy jerk, he lifter her up, and swung her petite bursa escort body over my father, and set her down softly on top of him. And as he walked to the back of the sling, I saw him savor my mother’s taste, as he stuck three fingers in his mouth. Slowly, Sven inserted the full length of his 13 inch cock, inch by inch, back into my fathers asshole, and once he was balls deep, he lifted my mother’s hips in the air, and buried his face in between her legs, shoving his tongue deep into her open cunt. He eat her out for a good minute or two, as she cooed and moaned, before lowering her onto my fathers hard, towering cock. I watched as his fat cock sunk deep inside her, until they were completely joined at their pubic area. It took a minute or two for the three of them to get in sync, but once they did, their rhythm was almost magical to watch. My parents and Sven had almost became one, as they moved, shifted, and fucked in unison, even their moaning was in tune with each other. I was stroking my cock so hard, I am shocked they couldn’t hear the squishing and spitting sounds, as my hand slid quickly up and down on my hard, wet shaft. No spit was needed, as my cock was still leaking massive amounts of it’s clear juices. I had moved my other hand to my ass, and was fingering my hole with three deep inside me, wanting more, but the angle wasn’t good. But as I jerked my meat, I watched the three of them fuck. My mother was sitting up, cooing uncontrollably, as the full length of my fathers 12 inch, stiff cock filled her wet, leaking pussy. Sven was rocking the sling back and forth, plunging his 13 inch, fat, coke-can sized cock deeper and deeper into my fathers asshole, as he gasped in painful pleasure. Sven’s hands were cupped around my mothers breast, with his fingers twisting and pulling at her hard, perky nipples. And with every thrust of Sven’s hip, my father’s cock would shutter inside her, causing her to shriek in pleasure. And when her orgasms took over, she threw her head back, as her body stiffened, and she screamed out of control, as her body was taken over by the intense sexual pleasure. I counted three in a row, as she bounce atop my father, and then fell forward onto his chest, exhausted “ahhh yea, Fuck mom, oohhh god…… that was fucking intense!” I heard David’s labored, breathless voice say….. What??? Where the fuck was David? And I soon found out, as I moved to the left, to get another angle into the room. Yup, there he was, sitting on the couch, watching the three of them fuck! He was completely naked, of course, with his hard cock wrapped firmly in his hand. And if I was seeing correctly, he was soaked in cum, as he continued to stroke his cock. Cum was streaming down his chest, as the most recent orgasm had most likely occurred, simultaneously with my mother’s. It took me a few second to comprehend what the fuck I was seeing, but once I did, it didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted. I walked boldly into the room, slapped Sven on the ass, and I walked directly to the couch. David looked up at me, and not a word was said, as I climbed up on the couch, straddled him, and lowered my ass onto his stiff, wet cock. I took it all in one motion, and moaned loudly as my ass was being filled with his cum covered, rock hard dick. Our mouths met, and our tongues fought in with each other, as I moved up and down on his hard, beautiful cock. And it didn’t take long before my cock was spewing hot, thick cum all over his chest. “Oh fuck yea, I needed that” I said after coming down from a very quick, but satisfying orgasm. “Fuck little dude, where did you come from?” David asked, as he began to pump my ass with his hips, fucking me bursa escort bayan as I began to lick all the cum from his chest. And as I looked up at him, our cum dripping off my chin, and my mouth full of both our seed, I kissed him again. David devoured my mouth like a hungry animal, sucking and licking every bit of the cum I was offering him. “Oh fuck….. Daniel.. buddy, when did…. ohhhh.. you come ….ahhhhh fuck me!…. into the room.” My dad asked, looking over at me from the sling as they rocked back and forth. Sven, obviously not letting up on the assault on his ass. With my face covered in cum, I looked over at them. I could see that my mother had her eye closed as she sat atop my father’s cock, not really moving, still enjoying the friction from Sven’s fucking of my fathers ass. And with a large, theatrical swipe of my tongue, I licked my mouth clean of our cum, as my father watched. That’s when I pulled my legs up, and spun around, making sure not to dislodge the hard cock that was rammed deep in my asshole. So now I was facing the three of them, and my feet were planted firmly on the ground. I watched my parents and Sven fuck, as I bounced up and down on my brothers lap, loving every inch of his hard cock as it sank deeper and deeper inside me, desperately wanting him to fill my ass full of his cum. The room was quiet except for the sounds of multiple cocks being shoved into tight, wet spaces, and the occasional moan, or groan, as one of their cocks went to far, or hit a sweet-spot that drove one of us nuts. That was, until Sven decided to mix it up a bit. I watched as he pulled his cock out of my fathers ass. Oh how I loved that cock, not that I didn’t love David’s, hey he’s fucking me right now, and I am not complaining. But Sven’s cock is so fucking huge, and fat….. oh my fucking god…. it is a cock-boy lovers dream come true, and I am the biggest cock lover around! Anyway, sorry, his cock distracted me….. All 13 inched came out, and he was still quite hard. His cock was slick with a mixture of cum and lube, and was sticking straight out from his beautifully cropped mound of dark blond curly pubic hair. My mouth actually started to water as I watch the massive mushroom head of his cock emerge from my father tight ass, with strings of cum hanging from the tip. He didn’t say a word, he just lifted his cock to my mother’s cunt, that was stuffed full with my father’s 12 inch cock. He wiggled his cock head against her cunt lips, which drove her fucking wild, and as she was cooing and groaning. He placed the head of his cock right against her pussy, resting it on my fathers balls. David and I stopped fucking and watched intently at what they were doing. Don’t get me wrong, his cock was still lodged deep inside me…. we just stopped for a minute to watch and see what Sven was doing. And when he pushed his cock into her cunt, my mother bent over, exposing herself complete to him, and giving his massive cock more room to penetrate her. I watched intently as the head of his cock slipped inside her. She definitely felt it, as she began to groan loudly, but neither said a word. Not even my father, as his wife was about to get double fucked. But she wanted it, and wanted it bad. So Sven continued to push his cock harder, slipping it further and further up her already cock filled, juice wet cunt. I had never heard my mother make such noises before, and I have been listening to my parents have sex for years. It wasn’t a scream or a moan, but it was definitely a sound of extreme pleasure as Sven’s cock was almost complete lost inside of her. Her pussy was being stretched out, with two large cocks stuffed deep within her. She was still escort bursa bent over my father, as Sven began to, ever so slightly, move his hips. Not even strokes, just small movements, of his body, pulsating her cunt lips. But soon it became more, and soon her deep guttural moaning, and screeches filled the room. Her cunt was getting slammed hard, not only by Sven, but my father was pumping his cock in an out of her as well. My boy cunt was getting fucked hard as well, unfortunately, it was with only one cock, but David was pretty much an expert at fucking me, so I was pretty satisfied. And as David was pounding my ass, my mother once again began her intense orgasm cries. She was ride the two massive cocks like they were mere fingers; Sven was slamming the sling back and forth, as his cock plowed into the dark crevice of her wet, cock-filled cunt. And it seemed with each and every thrust from Sven, she cried out and her head would bouncing up and down, and once you thought it was over, and she was calming down, another orgasm began to intensify again, as she was being ravished by Sven and my father fucking her. “I gonna fucking blow soon, and it’s going to be a big fucking mess of cum” Sven said as he was holding on to the chains of the sling, pulling and swinging his hip, plunging them deep inside her tight double cock-filled gash, and then pull it almost all the way out, except for the massive head of his cock. “Sven, don’t cum inside her, pull out if you’re going to cum…. Seriously!” I heard my father say quite sternly. “FUCK!” Sven swore, as he pulled his cock completely from my mothers wet cunt. His hand quickly wrapped around his cock, and as he started to stroke it into an orgasm, I jumped off David’s cock, and quickly positioned myself kneeing on the couch, with my ass right there for Sven’s cock. “Oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah ah…..” I moaned, as he pushed his cock deep into my asshole, and immediately began to fucking pound my ass hard. David moved over, and took my cock in his mouth, knowing that I was going to have one hell of an orgasm with Sven’s huge cock fucking my hole, and he was right. Sven’s cock was already swollen from his impending orgasm when he shoved it deep into my hole, and after a few jerks of his hips, I could feel the under belly of his cock swell even more as his balls began to rise, and soon his cock began spewing massive amounts of his white, hot, gooey sperm. And it was all for me, and I felt it jettison inside me, squirt after squirt and soon filled my ass with his liquid warmth. And as my ass was being drenched in cum, my cock , that was so far down David’s mouth, I not even sure he could taste the cum, was spewing gobs of my hot spunk into his stomach, but he drank it all. And when I was spent he even tried to suck out as much as he could from my cock, as my orgasm subsided. With Sven’s dormant cock, balls deep inside me, he fell on my back totally spent, and then pulled me down, until he was sitting on the couch, and I was on his lap with all his 13 inches still lodged deep up my ass. We both, actually all three of us, were gasping for air, as we sat on the couch, drenched in sweat, coming down for the most intense sexual experience Soon the slapping of skin brought our attention back to the sling, and our parents. My mother, once again, sitting atop my father was riding his cock like a well trained horseman. And he was so close to huge orgasm, if not in the middle of one right then. 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Subject: Gymnastics Practice, Chapter Six Gymnastics Practice, Chapter Six I was awakened at some time during the night by a horrible noise. Coach and I had fallen asleep watching TV, and managed to crawl down into the bed where we were still snuggled together. The light from the TV was still illuminating the room. I heard the noise again. It was Coach. He snores! I guess I was so tired the first night I hadn’t noticed. But now he was rattling the windows. I lay there for a few minutes watching him sleep and watching him snore. So what if he snores. I love this man so much, I will take him as he is. I snuggled up against Coach again and let the buzz saw sound of his snoring lull me back to sleep. When I awoke Sunday morning, Coach was not in the bed beside me. I looked around the room for him. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee looking at me. “Why didn’t you wake me?”, I asked. ` “I was enjoying watching you sleep,” he said. “I was memorizing moments of you. I don’t want this weekend to end.” “Me neither,” I said I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself and give a stroke to my morning wood. I came back into the room after shaking off the last drops of piss and washing my hands. Coach had already poured me a cup of coffee. “What do you want to do today?”, he asked. “What do you think?”, I replied with my lustful grin. “You’re putting callouses on my cock,” he laughed back. “Are you complaining?”, I asked. “No way, ” said Coach. I can’t get enough of you. How about us taking a drive around the lake today?” “Sounds good to me,” I replied, “as long as we allow time for fucking.” Coach laughed and stood up from the table. He rinsed his coffee cup in the sink and set it to dry on the counter top. Then he went into the bathroom. I continued sitting at the table drinking my coffee. When Coach came out of the bathroom, he was showered and shaved and had on a fresh t-shirt and clean, cut-off Levi shorts. Coach radiated sex. “Your turn,” he said pointing to the bathroom. I rinsed my cup, as he had done, and went into the bathroom. I had a nice warm shower. I especially paid attention to my ass which had been well used the previous day. My dick wanted to respond to my ass-play, but I ignored it. I was saving myself for Coach and whatever we could find to entertain ourselves today. After my shower I shaved and brushed my teeth. I walked back into the room naked since i hadn’t taken any clean clothes in with me. I was bending over my duffle bag looking for a fresh pair of athletic shorts when Coach slapped my ass with his hand. I stood up abruptly in surprise. Coach laughed. “Get dressed. Let’s go.” he said. I quickly stepped into the shorts and pulled on a fresh tank top. I slipped on my athletic shoes and turned to face him. “How’s this?” I asked. “Let’s go”. Coach leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, and then opened the door of the cabin. We stepped outside into the morning sunlight. We walked to the car. bursa escort Coach drove a red Corvette convertible. It was as sexy as he was. As we climbed into the car, we heard a familiar call. It was Tom and Ted. I don’t know if they had spent the night there, but they were sitting at the fire pit. Tom groped his crotch as he grinned and waved. Coach started the engine and lowered the top. We were going to enjoy the sunshine on our drive today. He put the car in gear and his foot on the accelerator and we were off. I didn’t pay much attention to the scenery, so I really don’t know where we went. I was too busy memorizing moments of Coach. We stopped at a convenience store and bought some snacks and drinks since we hadn’t eaten breakfast. The road wound around following the shore of the lake. The sunlight would flicker on the car as we passed through areas of trees. Then we would be out in open meadow areas, up and down hills, soaking in sunshine. I would probably be sunburned before the day was over. Coach turned off the paved highway onto a dirt road that went down toward the lake. It was probably a half mile before we came out at the lakeside in a small, cleared parking area. No one else was there. It was our private place for the time being. Coach killed the engine and looked at me. “How’s this?” he asked. “Fine,” I replied. Anything was fine as long as Coach was there. Coach opened his car door and stepped out. I followed suit. We walked down to the lake. This time he took my hand as we walked. We stood together looking across the calm blue-green lake. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. We kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. It was a loving, caring, “I love you so much” kiss; not anything leading to sex, although I was always ready and willing. Coach broke the kiss. “Do you want to go for a swim?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied and began stripping off my tank top. Coach took off his t-shirt. While I was removing my athletic shorts, Coach began removing his cut-off Levis. He was wearing no tidy whiteys. He had stripped naked, out in the open. That was a first for my conservative, closeted coach. Of course, I never wear underwear so I was naked as soon as I stepped out of my shorts. I tossed my shorts into the Corvette. Coach took my hand and we ran down into the water. We both dove beneath the surface and came up several feet from shore. Coach immediately looked around to make sure there was no one around. There wasn’t. We swam for awhile. We horsed around and splashed each other in shallower water. Finally, we waded out of the water and found a grassy area where we could lie down and dry off in the sun. It was nice to be able to be together, naked, soaking up some rays, enjoying each other’s presence. Coach took my hand as we lay there, side-by-side, on the grass. I was filled with warmth, not from the sun, but from emotion of being with someone I cared so much for, and who I knew cared as bursa escort bayan much for me. After about twenty minutes, Coach reminded me that I should’t spend too much time in the sun. That was the first time since we had lay down that either of us had spoken. I was touched that Coach had remembered and was concerned for my well-being. Coach got up and offered me his hand and helped me to my feet. He leaned down and kissed me. I returned his kiss. This time the kiss had more passion. This was a “Let’s fuck” kiss. As we stood there naked, holding each other close, our cocks began to rise. I could feel Coach’s thick, nine inches rising beneath my balls. Mine was doing the same between his muscular thighs. We continued our passionate kissing, sucking each other’s tongue, exchanging spit. One of Coach’s hands was on my bubble butt cheeks pulling me firmly against him. My arms were around his broad chest with my hands on his back forcing his handsome pecs against mine. Coach broke the kiss and began kissing his way around my face. He stuck his tongue into one of my ears which sent chills through my body. He then kissed down my neck and onto my chest. He sucked on each of my nipples. My dick responded by throbbing upward and leaking some precum onto his thigh. Coach continued kissing my body down across my stomach. He tongued my belly button and continued lower. He kissed his way across my smooth groin and down to my balls. He sucked each of my balls into his mouth and bathed them with his tongue. He sucked my balls so hard, I though he would swallow them. Then he worked his way back up such that the shaft of my dick slid down the cheek of his face. When his mouth reached my dick head, he kissed the piss slit and was rewarded with precum. He licked the precum from my mushroom, circumcised dick head. Coach’s mouth slowly descended down my six inch dick shaft. My prostate was producing precum and feeding into Coach’s warm, wet mouth. He swirled his tongue around my dick as he bottomed out with his nose pressed into my pubic bone. I could feel his tongue massaging the base of my dick. Then he began to slowly slide his mouth and tongue back up so that only my dick head was between his lips. He sucked hard on my swollen dick head and then began the slow slide back down to the base. I felt as if I were on fire from the sensations he was arousing in me. Both of Coach’s hands were on my firm bubble butt, squeezing and pulling me into his face. One hand slipped to the front and between my thighs. I felt his fingers massage my puckered hole. Another jolt of that electrical nerve sensation shot through my body and awarded Coach with more precum. Coach’s fingers began working their way into my hungry hole. He pushed one finger slowly inside. I relaxed my ass and enjoyed the sensation as he found my prostate. His finger rubbed the prostate and made me weak in my knees. I wanted to collapse onto that finger. Then another finger worked its way in beside the first. escort bursa The prostate massage continued while Coach continued his oral worship of my hard six inch dick. Of course two fingers wasn’t enough. I wanted three, or four. I wanted his arm. I don’t know why my ass has such a strong need to be filled with something. I’m sure there is a limit, but I haven’t experienced it yet. “Fuck me, Paul!”, I shouted in desperation. I realized I had just used his first name. It felt good to be able to call him by his name. I really wanted his thick nine inches inside me, and I wanted it now. Coach knew how much I enjoyed having him inside me. He reluctantly let my hard dick slip from between his lips. It bobbed up and down, covered with spit which ran down my balls. His fingers slipped from inside my ass. He stood and kissed me passionately on my lips, pulling my body firmly against his. I kissed back, grabbing his butt cheeks in both hands and pulling him against me. We ground our hard cocks against each other, needing sexual release. Coach broke the kiss and the embrace and took me by the arm and led me to the Corvette. He opened the door and motioned me inside. Were we leaving? Coach followed me into the car. Instead of sitting in the seats, he had me stand and bent me over the back of the seat. I was leaning over the cover for the convertible top with my eager ass facing Coach who was standing on the car seat behind me. As soon as he had me in position, he leaned down and covered my puckered anus with spit. I felt his tongue pushing spit inside me. His tongue worked in and out lubricating my hole. Then he stood, and I felt his rock-hard nine inches slide into my ass. Gosh, it felt good. Much better than the fingers that had opened me up and fired my desire for cock in my ass. He began fucking me with serious strokes, in and out, slamming his pubic bush into my butt cheeks. My dick was dripping precum on the cartop cover. Every few strokes, he would shove his cock as far up into me as he could and hold it there for a few seconds, and then return to the rapid piston movement. I just leaned over the back of the seat and enjoyed every stroke, wishing it would go a little further in each time. Then his rhythm changed. Short, hard thrusts against my bubble butt told me Coach was close to cumming. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter muscles, encouraging him to fill me with his warm creamy load. Suddenly, I could feel his cock shooting cum into my ass. I could feel his cock pulse as it pumped his man seed into me. As it pushed against my prostate, it sent me over the edge. I began shooting volleys of cum across the shiny, red trunk of the corvette. For every thrust of Coach’s cock, my dick shot another load across the trunk. I was going to have to wash his car. Finally, Coach collapsed on my back and I collapsed onto the car top cover. It was a fantastic orgasm for both of us. Coach’s cock was still in my ass and I wanted to keep it there, but I knew it would eventually go soft and slip out. But until then, I would enjoy it as long as I could. **************************************************** Chapter seven is in progress. Please make a donation to fty to help cover website costs.

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