Towards the end of the winter Lin’s parents made the trip from china and stayed with us for two weeks. It was easy to see where Lin got her impressive chest and slim build from as she was almost a carbon copy of her mother, her father carried very little excess weight either.

Her mother, Hani was very pleasant but was extremely quiet, her father Jay, had quite a good grasp of English and was easy to talk with. It took him a few days to figure out how we lived but when he did I felt his attitude towards me change. What I mean is I seemed to grow considerably in his estimations!

Hani had seemed shy to begin with but three days after they arrived she came into the pool while I was swimming and removed her bathrobe before climbing down the steps into the pool. She swam naked the same as we all did. I’ve got to say her tits were every bit as eye catching as Lin’s. Gravity and age may have taken their toll but not to any marked degree.

I figured out something as I was swimming, Hani could have easily picked a time to use the pool when I’d not already been using it. I mentioned this to Lin later and she laughed into my chest before telling me her father would have told her to! When I mentioned how good her figure was she said I should tell her father as it would please him no end.

The next time I was alone with Jay I let him know how attractive I found Hani, she and Lin could almost be sisters I added. Like Lin had thought he was as pleased a punch by what I’d said. But it didn’t end there. That evening I ended up in Lin’s bed. She was lying against my side and I had my arm over her shoulder.

Hani came in through the door which is almost never closed and stool by the side of the bed, head down in a classically submissive pose. Lin said ‘Wow’ and began to get out of the bed but not before she had whispered into my ear, ‘Have fun.’ I watched her leave her bedroom not quite believing what was happening. I looked at Hani who was still standing beside my bed. I knew her English extended only as far as hello and please so didn’t bother speaking to her.

In the end I decided there was nothing for it but to go with the flow. When I pulled back the duvet and patted the bed, Hani unfastened the silk dressing gown she was wearing. Do I need to add, she was naked under it. I fully expected her to lie back and wait for me to… avail myself of her, but instead she knelt beside me and began to rub my chest before leaning forward to gently kiss my lips. After a few minutes she let me know she wanted me to roll onto my front. She then proceeded to give me a fantastic massage.

When she had finished Hani had me roll onto my back. She stroked my dick which quickly hardened. Once it was fully hard she straddled me and expertly slipped me into herself. Eventually she managed to completely lower her self onto my hips but she did it very carefully, as she was actually tighter than Lin. She took my hands bursa eskort and placed them on her breasts as she began to lift herself up and down, only a few inches at a time but she kept up a strong grip on my dick. I fondled her breasts as she slowly rode me. I did my best to hang on as long as I could but I got the distinct impression her own feelings were immaterial. All she was doing, was for my pleasure! When I let myself cum it was with quite a bit more force than usual, due in part to the extra pressure she applied with her vagina right at the end, it actually felt like she was gripping my dick in her fist.

Once Hani was happy I had completely finished she carefully got off me and the bed, put on her gown and left. Lin slipped back into the room the second her mother had gone. She could see from the look on my face I had enjoyed the visit. Showing she could be as perverted as the next woman, she sucked my dick into her mouth to taste her mother as well as get me hard. Once I was ready Lin rode me in a very similar way to her mother.

She had not long slipped me into her when she indiscreetly asked what it had been like with her mother. I wondered what to say and eventually told her how her mother had clamped onto my dick almost the whole time I had been inside her. Lin gave my dick a squeeze and I said, ‘Yes just like that.’

‘She kept that force up the whole time?’ I nodded. ‘Wow, it’s as much as I can manage for a second or so at a time.’

‘You obviously need to practice more.’ Was my considered opinion which earned me a poke in the ribs! As I came a little later I remember thinking it was a shame Anne wasn’t here… As we were lying together afterwards I asked Lin if I should say anything to Jay. She thought for a moment before saying, yes but only while the two of us were alone.

I got the chance early the next morning. I thanked him for sending Hani to my room and let him know I had enjoyed her visit tremendously. His response was to smile like a child almost!

Hani came to Lin’s room the next night I was with her and again waited by the bed for Lin to leave. This time when she got onto the bed I made her lie back and pulled out all the stops, using every trick I knew as I did my best to repay her for the other night. When she came it was with a piercing scream very similar to J-Lin. Everyone in the house heard, when I looked towards the doorway, they were all looking in at us!

Hani eventually regained her senses and got out of the bed. She didn’t look at anyone as she made her way back to her room. I knew the experience must have shaken her as she walked out with out putting her dressing gown back on. Everyone watched her go to her room and then all looked back at me sitting up in bed wondering what all the fuss was about!

The next morning I was sitting alone in one of the lounges when Hani came in. She came up to me, carefully knelt and then gently kissed bursa otele gelen escort my bare feet. As she rocked back on her knees, she looked me straight in the eyes, something she had never done before and said. ‘Thank you.’

Later I asked Lin what it had been about, Lin told me her mother had never been made love to and according to what she could gather, had never cum before. She said she’d felt like she was dying.

‘La petit mort.’ I said but I couldn’t help feeling profoundly sorry for a woman who had lived her whole life never having experienced an orgasm.

At the weekend Lin took her parents to stay with Anne in London, we deliberated about me going with them but decided it’d be better for them to have a bit of family time.

On the Sunday evening when they returned I was in bed with Diane and Susan. We were all stretched out, recovering from a particularly intense session when Hani came into the room to stand at the bottom of the bed. Diane and Susan both smiled and I just knew they weren’t going anywhere. I pointed at her robe and waggled my finger at her. When she was nude I beckoned her into the bed by crooking my finger. She crawled onto the bed almost like a cat as Lin often does. She sucked my dick into her mouth with out touching me and soon had me rock hard. When I was she carefully knelt over me, carefully avoiding Susan and Diane who she never once looked at. Like the first time she only moved a little with each stroke but exerted a tremendous pressure on my dick. I told the girls what she was doing and said they definitely needed to find out how she does it. Even though I’d been completely spent when Hani had come into the room, she still had no trouble making me come. I waited as long as I could but not long enough for Hani to finish herself which I knew was a shame.

Before Jay and Hani were due to return to china I got the chance to make love to Hani a second time. She offered me no resistance this time and as she knew what to expect, seemed to enjoy the whole experience even more to the extent of getting me hard again and riding me in her usual fashion. I noticed she gained a lot more pleasure from it than ever she had before.

The day before they were flying back Lin came to me and told me her father had asked her if Hani could stay on here for a few months. I said the news was unexpected, and Lin told me she thought the same and then while smiling, demanded to know exactly what I had done to her mother!

The first chance I got I spoke with Jay who was a little evasive as to why he was leaving Hani behind. When he was reluctant to speak I asked him to put on a jacket and I took him to the local pub. After three whiskeys he finally relented and let me know it was Hani who had asked if she could stay. I knew there was more and I had a feeling it was a matter of honour on his part, why he couldn’t say more.

By nilüfer escort then I was well lubricated myself else I might never have asked if he was happy for me to sleep with Hani while she was here. He lowered his head before telling me it was the reason she wished to stay. So, yes he said.

Almost as soon as he’d said it his mood lifted, we had quite a few more drinks together and were sat shoulder to shoulder cracking jokes when Lin arrived to give us a lift home. She looked at us both with her hands on her hips and tut-tutted at us which almost made us fall off our stools.

Jay did not look so chirpy the next morning but luckily by the time we drove him to the airport he was more his old self. Hani didn’t make the trip and it had been painful to see them part both unable to show any sign of affection while others were watching. I’m actually not so sure our being there made any difference to be honest.

It took as long as the following Friday when Anne came home, for me to get the treble. I’d made love to Anne on the side of the pool on one of the couch type recliners we have in there, while mom Mary Lin Hani Fiona and Diane had all been swimming. After we separated I flopped down onto a second couch and watched Lin haul herself from the pool and like a leopard stalking her prey she slithered up my legs and quickly got me hard with her mouth. As soon as I was ready she lowered herself onto me. As I bottomed out I felt a shiver run down her spine, maybe the fact that her daughter and mother as well as everyone else were watching gave her an extra buzz! Her moans of pleasure as she rode me sounded louder than ever with the lively acoustics of the pool room! A little before I came which was only after Lin had cum twice, I notched everyone except Hani had stopped swimming to watch us.

Lin lay on my chest for several minutes as she caught her breath. As she got up she told me how much she had needed that, took two steps and did a beautiful straight dive into the pool.

I stayed were I was watching the others swimming. One by one they got out dried themselves and went back into the main part of the house Diane was the second from last and had realised what was afoot. Before she left she kissed me and told me to have fun. When she had left, Hani climbed out of the pool, carefully dried her self and came over to me. Her soft hands and velvet mouth soon got me ready for her to ride me like she had the first time. By now she was gaining as much pleasure as I was from our coupling.

Her moans were as loud as her daughters had been. I’m sure it wasn’t lost on her for a second; she was having sex with a man who had just been with not only her daughter but also her grand daughter. When she came it was in a controlled almost dignified way which nevertheless left her exhausted. She kept me inside her while she lay on my chest only letting me slip out as her breathing told me she had gone to sleep.

I slept with my mother and Mary that night. They both teased me about doing Anne Lin and Hani. To get even I tied Mary to the headboard by her wrists and ate her until she cried out for me to stop. To get even with my mother I did the same! I’m nothing if not fair with my girls.

*This is a short one written for a friend, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything due to issues with another story I tried putting up, but I’m going to try to write out a few more pretty soon, possibly new, possibly just new chapters. Hopefully everyone enjoys this, but it will likely be a stand alone piece. Thank you.*

Andrew sat bored at work, flipping the pages of his book carelessly and only half paying attention, mostly falling asleep. Nothing had been happening all day long and Harry had left already. Andrew had just nearly fallen asleep in his chair when his pocket rumbled.

Digging into his jeans he fished his phone out and looked at it, it was his friend Dawn. He hadn’t heard from her in about three weeks but was glad for the distraction and always enjoyed talking with her. Hitting the ‘talk’ button he brought the phone up to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hi Andy!” A sweet, though slightly high-pitched voice responded. She always got a bit high pitched when she was excited.

“Hey there Dawn, what’s up?”

“Oh, not much, just bored, you?” Her voice had mellowed out now so he brought the phone closer to his ear.

“I’m at work, but also incredibly bored, want to come and alleviate some boredom for the next two hours or so? Or do you have Lee today?” Lee was her one year old child. She’d had a baby with her ex a year back before the douchebag cheated on her and left her. He was a definite tool, just like Andy had thought from the get-go.

“No, he’s with his dad today, so I can come visit you.”

“Oh lucky him,” Andrew said dryly. “Well, lucky me anyway,” he smiled into the phone even though she couldn’t see it; it was reflected in his tone.

“You may just get lucky too,” Dawn teased him.

Andy felt his cock twitch in his pants at that thought. “Is that right?” he asked, “Well it’s about time.” Andy and Dawn had been trying to incorporate a “friends with benefits” relationship into their friendship for months now, but something always got in the way. It was infuriating, because Andy’s balls would be aching with anticipation when something came up for one of them that diverted them interacting at all.

“I know Andy, I’ve been wanting your cock since you first sent me a picture of it.” Her voice was beginning to fill with lust.

“I’ve been trying to stick it in your tight little pink pussy, but you’ve been slacking.”

“Why’s it my fault?” She asked pitifully.

“Because it’s not mine,” he laughed. “Hurry up and get over here. And wear a dress please, panties are optional.” He’d always really liked having easy access to a girl if he wanted it. It made things more exciting and dangerous when he could stick a finger in a girl’s pussy while shopping at the grocery store or something.

“Hmmm, sounds like a plan, I’ll be there as soon as possible. See you,” Andy said goodbye and they hung up.

He was excited now. His cock was rigid in his pants at the thought of bending her over one of the racks in the warehouse and fucking his oldest friend from behind. It would be awesome. He began to put away the rest of the stock and clear the aisles, even sweeping some out of impatience for her to arrive, but it was easily a thirty minute drive from her home to his warehouse. The anxiety was killing him.

Andrew had thought about having sex with Dawn a hundred times since their childhood. They’d known each other since pretty much first grade. She’d been his first real hug in fifth grade and had wanted to date him for years during school but he was always interested in other girls. Then once she got a boyfriend and wasn’t as interested in him anymore, Andy developed feelings for her. It seemed doomed to work out romantically for the two of them, but they’d always harbored love for one another whether they were devoted to another person or not, and that love was very much platonic, but the sexuality was there as well, they’d just never acted on it. When she’d gotten pregnant with her ex’s baby Andy was pretty sure they’d never consummate the sexual nature of their relationship, and at times he thought that might be for the best. But eventually he saw how awesome and beautiful having strings free sex with a person you care about could be, neither of them wanted a serious relationship with the other, but they were both horny, sexual beings.

About forty minutes had passed when Andy heard a knock on the will call door. He moved around the counter and opened it up to see his beautiful friend standing there with her thin sun dress whipping in the strong wind.

“Hey Dawn,” he smiled and moved aside so she could eskort bayan bursa come in. She moved past him and he took in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. “You’re looking great,” he complimented her as she turned around to give him a tight hug.

“Thanks Andy! You look like you’ve been hitting the gym too,” He could feel her heavy chest pressing against his defined pecs, and as his hands roamed up her back he could tell for sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra, so chances were she wasn’t wearing panties either.

“Yeah a couple times a week, trying to get in better shape before I fall out of it,” Andrew laughed as they finished embracing. The sexual tension was like electricity sizzling between them.

Dawn flashed a charming smile, “Well keep up the good work, hon,” and then she turned around to walk around the counter and further into the warehouse.

Andrew followed behind her, watching her hips sway from side to side in her womanly gait, the material of her sun dress swishing gently across what he was sure were bare ass cheeks. She was much curvier since she’d had her baby, before then she’d been lither, but she looked just as good now, with a little extra cushion in all the right places.

As he stared shamelessly at her ass while they moved through his place of work, she suddenly flipped up the back of her dress to reveal her naked ass to him. His cock twitched against his jeans immediately and his jaw dropped slightly. He’d never seen her naked in person, through pictures yeah, but in person was a different story. He couldn’t wait to get that dress off of her. But as quickly as the lovely view had come, it quickly went away and her dress was back to swishing about her thighs.

Andrew was riled now though, and he’d been teased and tortured enough over the last several months. So instead of anymore talking, he planned to take action. He picked up his pace and closed the distance between them, then grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up to take another peak at the nice white ass hiding beneath the thin fabric. Dawn gasped, but hardly struggled as he let go of her dress with one hand and took a firm hold on one plump ass cheek. His cock was rigid now, he was horny as hell, and the danger of molesting his oldest friend in the middle of his place of work just added to his excitement. Luckily only he and Walter were working at this point, and that meant Walter more than likely wouldn’t come back into the Warehouse for any reason since he’d be answering the phones by himself.

“Andy,” Dawn chided, looking over her shoulder, “you’re being impatient.”

“Yeah I know, but I’m tired of waiting, I’m ready to fuck you silly.” And with that he dropped down to his knees and stuck his head under her dress. From there he used both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Dawn had bent slightly at the waste when he did this, and so her cunt was partially visible to him as well as her dark little asshole. Thankfully she’d shaved, he didn’t mind a bush, but eating pussy was always more enjoyable when the pussy was bald. So without further hesitation he moved his face in close, breathing his hot breath on her thin, silky smooth lips and causing her legs to quiver slightly. Very close now, he could tell that she even took care to shave her asshole, which was awesome because he liked eating ass about as much as he liked eating a pussy.

Too hungry for the taste of Dawn’s twat to resist any longer Andy shot forth his tongue and tickled it from the bottom of her cunt along her lips and then back down, followed by pushing it firmly between her lips to enter her cunt and truly taste that sweet, tangy juices that awaited him. It was a tight fit because of how close she had her legs together, and so he grabbed her thighs and slid them apart, which caused her tasty cunt to spread quite a bit wider so that he could penetrate it with his tongue fully. He began moving it back and forth inside of her, causing Dawn to moan gently and flex her ass into his face.

After a few moment of prodding her cunt and soaking up the juices, he slid his tongue from her depths and began to simply lick and lap at the crevice, teasing the tip of her small clit here and there and causing her legs to shake. Once he’d had his fill he slowly licked up the length of her pussy and further to reach her pretty little asshole. His tongue circled the indented pucker and then attacked it viciously, licking at it, poking at it, squirming its way inside of her most private of holes. Andrew was pretty sure most girls would rather a guy see their pussy than their asshole, and he felt that pretty much altıparmak escort every girl would be incredibly aroused to find that their man didn’t shun their sensitive asshole and instead embraced it and lavished it with attention. He was just such a man. Eventually his nose was pressed into her crack and his tongue buried deep, teasing and taunting the inner walls of her anus.

Dawn was going crazy, trying her best not to scream but pushing her ass back on his face quite firmly. “Oh shit Andy, that feels so good! Who knew you were so good with your tongue? Fuck! Fuck Andy! Fuck me with that slimy tongue of yours! Oh shit! I can’t believe you’re eating my ass right now and we’ve never even kissed before.” Andy realized the irony there, but he was glad to receive the praise for his work and continued assaulting her tight hole for another minute or so, encouraged by her moaning and dirty talk.

When he finally did removed his face from her ass, with much reluctance from the both of them, he stood back up and Dawn turned around to embrace him in a passionate kiss that had both their tongues melting into each other and tasted of the tangy mix of her pussy and asshole. Neither of them minded. They were so wrapped up in one another as they exchanged saliva that neither likely knew where they were anymore. Andrew just barely noticed that she was grinding her cunt against his raging hard-on as hard as she could through the dress and denim.

After several moments the kiss broke and they both panted for air, but as Andrew stood there somewhat awestruck by the events that were unrolling and the sexual chemistry between them, Dawn sunk to her knees this time and her hands were immediately fumbling with his buckle. In a flash his belt was off and his pants were unbuttoned. She literally yanked down his jeans and boxers causing his rock hard cock to bounce out of its confinement and almost smack her in the face.

Andy was pretty proud of his dick, it looked good. It was straight and cut, thick and meaty, and about 7 to 7 and a half inches in length. An overall good dick from what he could tell. He’d never heard a complaint, and often had heard praise for it, which always boosted his ego just a bit. Dawn had actually been among those to compliment it, but currently she was more focused on sucking it. It hadn’t finished bobbing before she took it into her hand and guided the head to her open lips.

Before he could moan she was bobbing her eager face up and down along his shaft. “Shit Dawn,” Andy groaned and put one hand on her head as she continued to slurp. “You’re a little cock-hungry slut today huh?” Dawn glanced up at him and tried to smile, instead resorting to a nod so that she didn’t have to let his cock out of her mouth at all. She was definitely good at it, swirling her tongue along the base, using one hand to pump the shaft, and deep throating it with ease. He always liked watching a girl bury her nose in his pubes for some reason, if they choked then all the better.

It had only been about two minutes since she’d started slurping on his meat rod, but he could already feel something stirring in his balls, “Damn Dawn, you’re about to make me shoot my load down your throat if you keep this up. You’re so fucking good at it I can hardly keep myself from filling your belly with my cum.” This immediately got her to slow down and pull his dick from her mouth.

“Not this time, you’re going to fill my pussy this time. You can cover my face next time. But I want you inside of me now.” She gave his dick a few kisses, and just before she went to stand up Andy took it in his hand and smacked her solidly across the cheek with it. She simply grinned at him and stood up to kiss him passionately again. He knew she’d like getting slapped with his spit-covered cock.

As they continued to make out he began pulling her dress up over her body, getting her completely naked in the back of his warehouse. Breaking the kiss he turned her around forcibly and bent her over their work table. He was ready to fuck her tight little pussy, kissing could wait until later.

Dawn looked back over her shoulder at him, her hands squeezing enticingly at her tits as she bent over the table and spread her legs, waiting in anticipation for him to shove his dick into her and bury it inside of her pussy. She didn’t have to wait too long; Andy was lining his dick up along her slit within two seconds. His rigid member slid up and down the length or her cunt three times, causing her body to convulse with pleasure before he slowly began pressing the tip into her slick hole. bursa türbanlı escort It felt wonderful as he stretched it around the head of his cock, like shoving his dick into a hot, tight cave of pink velvet, so slick, but also juicy. As he pushed his dick further in and with force he could hear the lewd sounds coming from her pussy and it just made him want to fuck her harder; so he did. The last two inches of his dick were shoved forcefully into her cunt, causing his balls to slap against her clit and causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Andy wasn’t even concerned about the noise at this point.

For a moment he savored the fact that he’d now hilted himself inside of his oldest friend’s cunt. He could feel her excited pulse beating through the walls of her incredibly tight snatch, and he was sure she could feel his pulse beating through his rock hard dick, it felt amazing. But when she twisted her hips he was brought back to consciousness. He immediately withdrew almost the full length of his cock and slammed it back into her moist tunnel. Finding his length he developed a pattern and began pounding his dick in and out of his friend’s cunt, fast and steady and rough, slamming his balls into her with every thrust and causing her legs to shake after a little while of slamming in and out of her. She was moaning and grinding like a little whore now, and he liked her being his little fucking whore. Having sex with her whenever he needed sex seemed like an awesome deal, hopefully it didn’t cause any problems. He knew that these things could get tricky, but the sex was definitely good, and he wouldn’t want to stop now unless he had a good reason like a committed relationship.

As he fucked her he liked watching her ass jiggle as he pounded into it, reveling at how nice his cock felt sliding in and out of her wet tunnel and also admiring how her asshole twitched and contracted every time she clenched her cunt around his dick to squeeze him more tightly. While staring at that cute little asshole he decided it looked lonely, so he stuck his middle finger into his mouth for a moment and then pressed it firmly against the pucker. It only took a moment for her to relax her anus and allow him to shove his digit into it. She cried out loud again as he pushed down against her anal wall and rubbed at his dick through the thin flesh. It had to feel amazing for her, just the idea of it had him about ready to cum, actually feeling yourself being stimulated from so many different places had to be intoxicating.

They had been mostly quiet as they fucked, talking dirty to one another a bit, but now that they were both approaching their climax they began to speak up more. “Oh shit babe, I’m getting ready to cum soon, you ready for me to fill that pussy up with my hot white spunk?”

She moaned at his words and then cried, “Oh yeah Andy, fill my little twat with your cum, I’m ready to cum soon too, I want to cum with you. Fuck! Yeah fuck this pussy, fuck me hard baby! Make me cum!”

Andy did as he was asked, and to top off his resurgence of strength in fucking her he took his finger out of her butt and reached forward to grab her hair and pull it back as he rode her from behind. She moaned loudly as he pulled on her and fucked her simultaneously. “Oh shit I’m about o cum baby, fill me up! Shit, oh shit!” He felt her body tense and her cunt begin to clench his dick roughly. He slid in and out twice more and then hilted himself deep inside of her as his balls contracted and exploded from the tip of his dick. He could feel several huge eruptions of his cum shoot deep inside of her and felt like he was never going to stop cumming. It felt great, and she kept grinding her hips back against him as he emptied his nuts into her.

Once he’d finally finished and they were both all sweaty, he slowly pulled his shrinking dick from her twat. He then crouched down and watched her pussy as it soon began oozing with his cum. Hoping he didn’t disgust her, he began licking her cunt and taking the cum into his own mouth. He could tell she knew what he was doing because her entire body shuddered at the sensation and probably the idea of him licking up his own sperm that was pouring from her spent cunt. Once the flow had slowed down and his mouth was half full he stood up and turned her around to kiss him, pushing the load of cum into her mouth. She drank it down eagerly and they embraced in another passionate makeout session; his half-naked body pressed tightly against her naked body.

Once they’d finished they both got dressed. Cum was dripping down Dawn’s thighs but she didn’t seem to want to clean it up, and that thought started getting Andy horny again. He couldn’t’ do anything about it though because it was time to lock up. So instead of going at it again they kissed goodbye and promised to do this again as soon as possible. Andy was excited for all of the sexual adventures they would have together.

I was quite taken aback when I first met Jane. I had been tutoring high school students in Chemistry and Biology for about a year, and I’d come to expect the type of students I’d meet. There were typically only two varieties: the intellectually gifted geeks, who request studying just so that they can be that tiny bit better; and the academically disinclined cretins, who met with me only at the behest of their parents. I was 23 at the time—in the final year of my degree—and like I said, I was slightly startled when I met Jane.

She was hot; there is simply no other way to put it. Cheerleader-hot, too. Her skin was lightly tanned, her eyes a light hazel colour, almost gold, and her hair was that dirty blonde colour that always reminded me of the beach—and by the looks of her, she was no stranger to the beach.

She was hot and she knew it, which is a quality in girls that usually turns me right off. I guess the difference with Jane was that, although she was quite conscious of her beauty, she didn’t flaunt it outrageously or wear it like a condescending cloak. She was just a playful young thing that liked to flash the occasional wicked smile and the occasional stretch of leg.

She was one of the only girls I’d ever met who actually wore skirts more often than she wore pants. To me, it was always disappointing that women had slowly adopted the widespread wearing of jeans and trousers and chosen to give up on dresses and skirts. Dresses, I guess, are a bit formal, and still worn on those occasions, but skirts deserve attention, especially when you have killer legs. And Jane did.

So as I said, the first time I met her, she provided a pleasant surprise. Her parents had found my ad in the local paper, had called me, and organised for me to meet with their daughter on Wednesday and Friday afternoons. I showed up at 5:00 on a Wednesday in April for our first session.

Jane opened the door, though I didn’t know that immediately. She looked about the right age, but she could easily have been a sister. The first thing I noticed was the long stretch of bare legs; the tan was exquisite, and I’ve always been a fan of tans. I had a nice one myself, if I may say so. She wore a yellow skirt with flowers sewn along the hem. Above that, a plain white form-fitting shirt, maybe her school shirt, I guessed.

“Hi,” she said with a wide smile that made me smile back involuntarily.

“Hi,” I replied, and there was a definite hitch in my voice. “Jane?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said. “Come in.” She moved aside so that I could enter the house, though not quite far enough aside to prevent me from brushing against her.

I think that was the first time I knew she was one of those girls that knew they were stunningly attractive. The stigma that came with that thought was immediate: she was one of those girls that did little to no work, wanted to do nothing but party all day and night and shop until they drop. I could definitely see her loudly chewing gum during our sessions.

I met her mother next, who had been in the kitchen. She was an amiable woman with a smile akin to her daughters, though it replaced the teenage mischief with a comforting warmth.

“You must be Rick,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I mumbled some pleasantries in reply. “Well, I’ll let you two get started then, shall I.”

“If that’s alright with Jane,” I said. “You can go into the study if you wish; that’ll be free in the afternoons.”

“We’ll go to my room, mom,” Jane suggested. “All my books are there.”

“Well, alright,” her mother replied, looking dubious; I could tell exactly what was going through escort bayan her mind.

Jane started walking up a set of stairs. She paused on the bottom step and turned around. “It’s this way,” she said, and continued up. I followed up until we emerged on a second story landing, which stretched off into hallway, lined on either side with doors. Jane stopped outside one of them and held it open for me.

Her room wasn’t what I’d expected: it lacked the posters, large wardrobe and extensive CD collection that I was sure should be there. She didn’t even have her own phone. Instead, the bed was covered with an appealing, pale blue coverlet, on top of which sat a plethora of pastel stuffed animals. The bed took up the majority of the room, the rest being dedicated to desk along one wall and a large bookshelf along the other. A huge window protruded above the desk, affording a view of the neighbourhood.

“Nice room,” I commented.

Jane didn’t seem to want to drop that playful grin. “Thanks,” she replied. She shut the door and locked it, which I distantly found to be an odd thing to do. “Just take a seat at the desk.”

The desk was amazingly neat. There were two chairs pulled up to it—I sat in one. Jane sat down beside me, smoothing her skirt before she did. Her stare was making me somewhat nervous. I felt intimidated not only by her pristine beauty, but that glint in her eyes that made it look as though she could read my mind.

“So,” I began awkwardly, “you need help with chemistry?”

The glint vanished and she seemed to assume an entirely different personality.

“Yeah,” she said. She pulled a stack of books towards her and stuck a pencil behind her ear. I was shocked even more than I had been by her attractiveness, when I laid eyes on the tidy and copious amount of work in her notebook.

“OK, then,” I said. “Are there any questions you need help with?”

And so she asked me questions, loads of them. She nodded every time I explained some concept to her and never needed another word of help. She learnt quickly, to the point where I was teaching her material outside her course, and she again lapped it right up.

This is the vein that our sessions continued in for weeks. Jane would first ask me for help with any questions she was having trouble with, and then we’d work through the chapters in her textbook. She was able to lose herself in the work quite expertly. When I arrived and when I departed, she would treat me to those radiant smiles that I had come to love, but during the work, she would concentrate intently upon whatever it was we were doing. I, on the other hand, found it somewhat more difficult to do that.

I was always acutely aware of her body beside mine—her toned legs, her pronounced lips, the swell of her breasts. Occasionally her leg would knock mine or I would become infatuated with the way she curled her hair around her fingers and bit her lip when she was concentrating. I had never before taken to a girl so quickly, but after about two months of seeing her, I was violently and thoroughly attracted to her. It was a sexual attraction more than anything, though there was something else there too. Usually it was the other way around: I would only be sexually attracted to a girl if I liked her personality. Jane definitely had a great personality—from what I saw of it—but I doubt it would have made a difference if she’d been otherwise.

We became something like friends over the weeks, spending maybe a minute or two at the end talking about things other than chemistry. She would ask me if I’d seen any good movies lately and I’d ask her what she’d bursa merkez escort done on the weekend. After some time, I could definitely detect the presence of flirtation in our conversations. Once the textbook banged shut, the grin would reappear and she would talk in that whimsical, maple-syrup voice.

On one occasion, Jane was lying on her bed with her chin on her hand after telling me she didn’t feel like working anymore. She did this sporadically, even though I’d tried to explain that her parents’ money was going to waste. She didn’t mind though, so neither did I.

I was leaning back on my chair, staring at the ceiling. We still had half an hour to go.

“So how’s school?” I asked.

She answered me with a grunt. “It’s OK,” she said unenthusiastically.

I smiled. “You don’t sound too excited about it.” I could hear her assuming a sitting position on the bed behind me.

“It’s boring,” she explained. “The work is dull, the people are tedious and the boys are just rotten.”

I laughed. “What’s wrong with the boys?”

“Like I said, they’re rotten.”

“So you don’t…have a boyfriend then?” It was the first time I’d ever broached the subject, though I’d been dying to do so for months. I realised with a sharp pang that I was both anxious for and dreading the answer. Surely I couldn’t care that much…

She was standing up; she crossed the room and sat down on the floor, beside the desk, where I could see her. She was grinning again. “Why?” she asked. “Would you care if I did?”

Confused, I replied, “Why would I care if you had a boyfriend?”

She looked slightly hurt, but hid it well. “I don’t know, I thought maybe you’d be jealous.”

The front legs of my chair dropped back to earth. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous?”

She was staring at the floor now, tracing a circle on the carpet, though I could see that she was still smiling. “I don’t know,” she repeated, “I thought you might like me.”

I could feel my cheeks burning. “Uh, maybe we’d better do some more work,” I said.

She rose elegantly to her feet, swung a leg over my chair and sat on my lap, facing me with a pout. “Don’t you like me?” she said coyly.

I wanted more than anything to put my hands on her waist, but refrained, barely. I was rapidly hardening now, and if she slid further forward, that would be embarrassing enough. Strangely, she was even more beautiful up close. Proximity usually revealed faults in people’s complexion, but it had the opposite effect on Jane. Her lips were slightly moist; her eyes looked very golden now.

I kept silent, not trusting myself to speak. She pouted more intensely. “We don’t always have to study you know,” she said, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her grin reappeared in full force, reading remarkably like an open invitation.

“And what else would we do?” I asked.

“Well,” she said, drawing the word out sensuously, “you could kiss me.”

My heart beat an accelerated tattoo against my ribcage. My cock was fully erect now and straining to escape. If I took it out I knew it would bounce towards Jane, catching her skirt and perhaps slapping against her leg.

With a shaky voice, I asked, “Is that something you’d want me to do?”

In reply, she grinned wider. I put my arms around her waist and leaned forward. Our lips connected and I had to force myself not to kiss harder and faster and more intensely. I kept it slow and soft and gentle, savouring the taste of her mouth. It didn’t last long, but others followed, and then others still. By the time we were quite comfortable gürsu escort with each other’s mouths, my hands were on her thighs, revelling in the impossible sleekness of her skin.

Jane grew bolder, and I felt a hand on my crotch. I jumped, causing her to smile against my lips. My heart was beating wildly like a caged animal. I occupied myself with her neck, trailing a row of light kisses down to her collarbone, which I nibbled on softly. The entire time, her delicate hand was fishing inside my jeans for my cock, which sprang free gratefully. She giggled, running a finger up the shaft, tracing the veins, which I could feel bulging beneath the skin. Her hand closed around it, holding it and doing nothing else. I knew instantly that she’d never been with a guy before. She was exploring my cock, perhaps feeling the warmth or the incredible hardness for it. She seemed to know that she had caused that.

I saw her free hand dart under the folds of her skirt. She was looking down at my throbbing sexual organ with a curious smile and desirous eyes.

“Is this your first…?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied timidly. I kissed her neck again.

“What do you want to do?”

She looked at me for a moment, then shuffled off my legs, dropping to the floor between my knees. I smiled at her and she smiled back affectionately. I was about to ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this, when her damp mouth sunk over the length of my shaft. Her lips clamped down like protective gates and her tongue flickered into action, prodding and licking the underside of my cock. She drew her lips off, kissed the head and took it in her mouth again. I was gripping the side of my chair tightly, struggling hard not to moan to loudly. I was panting though, and gasping, enthralled by the sight of the young teenage girl between my legs. She was amazingly proficient at it, varying her methods, using her hands and even just resting it against her cheek, which left a wet patch there and left me incredibly turned on. She attacked it from different angles, so that at one point I could feel the hollow cavity of her mouth, and the next I could feel the head pressed up against her cheek.

I announced to her that I was about to cum. She reached up and behind her, awkwardly, and brought the tissue box on her desk down to the floor. She left it beside her and continued her oral assault on my cock.

I reminded her again when I felt my balls burn, expecting her to go for the tissues. She didn’t; instead she drew my cock out slightly and kept sucking. I clasped the chair firmly with one hand and twined the other in her hair. The waves of orgasm wracked my body like spasms. My vision became unfocused and my head dizzy. Jane was sucking down the relentless tide of cum that I sent into her mouth. She did this for the first few violent spurts that would have hit her face anyway, then drew my cock out of her mouth and cupped her hands beneath it. She was licking her lips and catching the remainder of the liquid in her hands.

Once my vision cleared and my body stopped jerking, the flow of cum stopped in a dribble. Jane brought her hands to her face and licked the small puddle of it off, an elated look on her face.

When she’d finished, she looked up at me with that pixy grin of hers. I helped her to her feet.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked, my voice a little raspy.

“I told you, I haven’t done anything before with a guy. It’s not rocket science though.”

“No,” I said, “that was art.”

She grinned and sat on my lap again, tucking my cock back into my boxers. She fixed me once again with a penetrating gaze, her arms around my neck. She was closer this time, her breasts grazing my sweater.

“So you do like me?” she asked.

I nodded. “I do.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Not just ‘cause of the blowjob?”

“No,” I said.” She smiled and kissed me again.

Standing in front of my mirror I realized I did not look too bad for a thirty-five-year-old woman who had not been laid in nearly two years. I zipped up my uniform dress, adjusted my white thigh high stockings. I hate wearing pantyhose they are so restricting. Never have I worn underwear, because I think the body needs to breathe. My hair was always my biggest problem when getting ready for work. I have always been proud of my hair it reaches my waist in long soft natural curls of dark strawberry blonde. Wrapping it up into a bun was difficult, but possible.

Today I thought I would do with a change and used two white sticks to hold it in place. Looking again I checked my face for wrinkles as I do every day thinking some magical wrinkle fairy will take any signs of aging away. Giggling to myself I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

Lillyview Medical Center was only a twenty minute drive and I had thirty minutes to get there and on my floor. Every day I hope there will be a new patient that is not old, or senile. Someone I could actually talk to about how they felt and be able to help him or her. Most of my patients were comatose or very combative. My nerves cannot take it I thought. I am in need of some serious sexual tension release. In these times you can never be too careful, most men are just out to get laid and move on. Wanting someone that will enjoy and appreciate me. I am not bad looking five feet seven, large breasts, and slim waist leading into full hips. I am not a tiny woman but a woman that was built for a lover’s enjoyment. Laughing out at how ludicrous that sounds.

I made it just in the nick of time Doug the second shift nurse spotted me, “There you are Red, and you cut this close every day.”

Smiling back and patted him on the shoulder, “So who do I take the report from tonight?”

“You get me. Now doesn’t that just make your night?”, Doug was laughing as he handed me a pad of paper and pen. “You won’t need to write much it has been a slow night. They discharged six patients today so we are working on half-staff. You have one patient, male, age 42; patient is in for hip surgery. His vitals are stable; able to get up and around, but has some pain when he does. He is married, but I think the relationship is strained, she dropped him off and said to call if he needs anything else.” Doug lifted an eyebrow with concern, “You know how I hate that kind of stuff, and she is one cold-hearted woman. You know how it affects someone when separated from family and it is strained. This patient is very sullen, it would be great if you could put a smile on his face.”

“Ok, got it. You forgot one thing Doug! What is his name?” I laughed at him; Doug was always giving such long details but forgets the most obvious. You could not ask for a better nurse than Doug though. I would put my life in his hands anytime. Hell if he isn’t gay, I would put more than my life in his hands.

“Sorry Red, his name is Sam. Umm Samuel North room 415, private room” He patted my back and walked away. Damn I though he has a better sway when he walks than I do. Smiling I walked to my new patients room. I could not have been happier to have one that would talk back to me. Walking into his room I noticed his light was porno on.

“Hello Mr. North, my name is Rachel and I will be your nurse tonight.” I looked at him so I could catch what kind of mood he was in and meet with the most amazing hazel eyes. He was a handsome man with strong rugged features.

He smiled at me saying, “Please call me Sam. Mr. North is my father.” His smile lit up his face making his eyes sparkle. “I never knew nurses’ could be so pretty. Usually I get one in her sixties and very stern. This is a pleasure.”

I am not sure why but for the first time in ages I began to blush. “Thank you I think. I need to take your vital signs and check you out. Is that ok with you?”

“Yes a ma’am that is all right by me.” He had such a devilish grin on his face I could not help but laugh, in turn he laughed too. This is a good sign I thought to myself. When I finished, I decided to pull up a chair and go over his chart to see if there was anything he needed.

“So you can’t sleep tonight?” He nodded his head affirming that he was having a problem sleeping. “Is it the pain keeping you awake?” Again he shook his head no, this time looking away. “Mr. Ahhh Sam, if there is anything you need to talk about, or that I can help you with or to feel more comfortable all you need to do is tell me. I am all yours tonight, there is no other patient for me to check on so I can give you a bit more attention.” He looked at me as if he wanted to say something and stopped. I put my hand on his arm “You can tell me anything. There is nothing I have not heard before, OK?”

He began to talk, saying so much in such a little amount of time. It was as if he had a heavy load on his mind and the dam broke. Sam spoke slowly, “I did not want to come into the hospital three days before surgery it was my wife’s idea. Actually she insisted that I came in. I really think she is screwing around on me and wanted time to play with her new man. You see Rachel. She has been changing every year becoming more cold toward me.” He turned his head looking out the window barely whispering “I am not sure I love my wife anymore. She has totally rejected me in every way. She hates my job, and the only time I see her smile is when I am leaving.”

Being the curious woman, I am. I asked, “What do you do for a living Sam? I am gathering it takes you away from home a lot?”.

He paused to gather his thoughts. “A truck driver and I make long haul trips for a week or more at a time traveling cross country. The wife makes me feel so alone at times. For instance when she dropped me off at seven, this morning Helen could not wait to get out of here.” Holding his hand as he continued.

“She told me to quit either my job or she would never sleep with me again. That Rachel, was a year ago. No sex in a year, someone has to work Helen sure as hell won’t get a job.” Taking in a deep breath, he continued. “Helen is the type of woman that has to have her way or she throws a tantrum. Now she makes excuses that she cannot make love to me because of my hip. Maybe if she did not lay there like a dead fish and did a little of the work I would not have pain.”

There was a lot of anguish in his voice. A man who has been deprived of his wife, sexual pleasures and now to have surgery without support here. I asked him if he wanted a soda to drink he said yes. I left to get both of us one, this man really needed to talk. He must have kept this all bottled inside, which is not a good thing if going into surgery. It was good to have him get it out of his system.

Returning with two sodas, “I don’t want to keep you if you are busy Rachel. I am sorry I have been rattling on.” Reassuring him that he was my only patient and I was his nurse only.

Smiling down into his handsome face, “I am all yours tonight.” He smiled back a very different type of smile, leaving my core tingling.

He took a deep breath and started to talk again. “Rachel, I have not talked to a woman like this in years. It feels so good to get this all out. I wish I had met you a long time ago. I am going to be open and honest with you. If it gets to be too much, or I am being to forward please tell me as I do not want to offend you.” I agreed telling him I was sure he could not offend me. He sat up on the side of the bed with my help, declining any medication to help him sleep. ” We need to be eyes to eye when we talk.” There was that smile again touching me at my very core.

Sam began talking again this time he put his hand on my leg as if to make a point. Reading body language has become second nature to me. “Rachel, you have been so kind and patient with me. Helen moved into the guest’s bedroom eight months ago. You have no idea, how much I long to have a woman’s naked body against me. Feeling a woman’s velvety moistness, teasing her pleasure button until she quakes in my arms. Watching as she arches her back when she wants me deeper inside her tight, hot love hole. The simplest thoughts of being passionately kissed by a sensual mouth leaves a sadness knowing it isn’t going to happen.” He faded off staring into my eyes.

I felt my face flush and the moistness between my legs. Sam leaned toward me without thought. I leaned into him kissing him passionately, tongues dancing together. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and a slight moan escaped my mouth. My God it had been a long time since a man had touched me so tenderly. I felt his hand slide up my skirt parting my legs gently as he found my wet hot love hole. It was his turn to moan “You are so wet and tight.” Standing up I began to walk to the door of his room when he started saying, “Rachel, please forgive! Don’t leave, and I promise not to touch you again. Please I am so very sorry.” Stopping at the door only to lock it tight.

“Do not to apologize it was my duty to make sure all your needs were met to the best of my ability. If it eases your pain to touch my mound, I must let you do it.” Giving him a sly wicked smile as I laid him down on the bed. I untied his gown and removed it, massaging his body from head to toe. Slipping my shoes off and got up on the bed. Sam surprised me by running his hands up my thighs pushing my dress to my waist exposing my shaved mons the cool air felt nice.

He reached up and unzipped my dress down to expose my sheer bra running his thumbs over my already straining tight nipples. “Oh yes, what a beautiful site to see such a voluptuous woman on top of me.”

“Sam, I am going to show you that you can have hot sex even if your hip is hurting. This is not going to hurt one bit I promise you.” I took his hands off me and put them at his sides trapping them with my thighs. He smiled up at me as I pulled out the sticks from my hair and it fell down my back. Leaning forward I kissed him deeply allowing my tongue to taste his. I nibbled my way across his shoulder to capture one of his nipples in my mouth. Sam groaned, his rod hard and throbbing against my stomach. I was kissing and nibbling my way down his stomach to his eagerly awaiting manhood licked the tip already dripping with pre come. Opening my mouth slowly looking into his eyes as I lowered my full lips onto his manhood.

With his hands free he pulled my head from his sweet hot member saying, “Please, I need to spill my seed in your tight little vagina. It has been so long since I felt the pleasure of a hot woman.” To prove his point his fingers found my cleft taking his middle finger, he inserted it deep inside of my dripping hole. “I can see you need it as badly as I do. Come on Rachel don’t make me beg you to ride me. You know that sexy little honey hole of yours wants some big thick man meat in it.” He smiled and flicked my clit with his thumb making me shudder. I don’t know who were more hot Sam or I. I mounted him slowly, but his rod was so big I felt it stretching the walls of my inner core. I buried his thick nine-inch piece of hot throbbing meat deep inside my burning core.

My thighs grabbed at his hips stabilizing him so the pain was small. Knowing he was feeling no pain at all right now. Slowly I began to rise and fall as his hands grabbed my rounded cheeks moving me up and down faster. I let him control my movements trying to convince myself I was doing this for him. When in reality I was doing this for myself. Sam was a very handsome, hot and passionate man. Feeling my passion raise telling him, “Oh God Sam, I am going to ooze all over your huge meat.”

“That’s it Rachel let it go baby. Let me feel your sweet body spasm for me.” I began wave after wave of orgasm. Feeling my love muscles clenching tightly against his pulsating meat each time a wave of pleasure ran through my body. My back arched, and I began trembling from head to toe. That is when he did something I have never felt before. Sam started rubbing my clit as I came making the orgasm last longer and build higher.

Feeling his balls tighten against my butt, “I am going to shoot you full of my hot sperm Rachel. I am going to fill that sweet, hot, tight hole with my juice! Oh God here it comes.” Hearing him talk and knowing he was releasing made me hot enough to orgasm again together we reached a peak, together after so long we reached release.

When finished I got off of Sam and tongue bathed him clean. Going to his private bathroom I cleaned myself up and brought him a warm wash clothe and cleaned him more. Helping him put his gown back on he smiled at me, “Rachel, please tell me this is not the only time I will know your body.”

I kissed him passionately, “No Sam this won’t be the last time. You might think about getting a rehab nurse to come to your home daily after surgery.”

He grinned “You know I think you are right. It may take me a very long time to heal.” I winked and left the room but not before writing down my home number and address.

One

Samantha knew she had to be strong and not break down and cry when her solicitor rang and told her the arrangements following Richard’s death were completed and she had lost the fight to stay in her apartment. There had been times when it seemed the heartache, the pain of Richard’s death, the misery of being confronted by his vengeful wife would overwhelm Samantha as she fought to keep what Richard had said would always be hers. But now the fight was over.

“I’m sorry, Sam, but there was nothing in Richard’s will that gives you ownership. He paid the mortgage but he didn’t leave it to you in his will.”

Sam did her best to be defiant. “I take it no one’s going to mind if I go away for a few days? I mean can anyone change the locks or anything?”

“Oh God, no. You have three months before you’re required to vacate. Legally no one can do anything during that time.” The solicitor paused. Then he asked, “What were you thinking of doing?”

Sam wondered if he really cared. “I’m not sure yet. I just want to get away. Escape from all the memories.”

“That sounds like a good idea. It’ll give you time to think everything over so you can start rebuilding your life when you get back.”

Sam didn’t want to think about rebuilding or even returning. As soon as she said the words she knew she wanted to get as far away from London as she could. And she knew exactly where she was going.

In the space of an hour she had gathered her passport and credit cards, dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans, packed a suitcase, rung the magazine she worked for as a freelance editor and told them she was going on holiday and would take the manuscripts she was working on with her. She backed her car out of the garage and headed for Portsmouth and the ferry services to the west coast of France.

Sam wanted to go back to the place she remembered from her teenage years, on holiday with her parents and intent on learning about the wonders of other places, other peoples, and other cultures. She longed to recapture some of that innocence, walking the beaches and cliffs of the Côte Sauvage, the windswept southern coast of Brittany that has been battered by the mountainous waves of the eastern Atlantic for thousands of years.

* * * * *

Leaning against a rail on the deck outside the passenger lounge, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, Sam offered a silent prayer of thanks the sea was smooth; the waves turning a golden orange as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. She could hear the dull throb of the engines and see the trail of white foam thrown up behind the ship. In only seven hours she would be driving south from St-Malo, every kilometer taking her further away from the sadness that had enveloped her since Richard’s death.

“Your hair looks very beautiful in the setting sun,” a voice said, and Sam turned.

“Oh?” she said to the young man standing behind her with a slight smile on his face.

“Yes. If you don’t mind my saying so.” He spoke English with a strong French accent.

Sam noticed he dropped his gaze unashamedly from her face to her breasts. “I suppose not,” she said and started to walk away.

“Oh, it is purely an artistic impression,” the young man said quickly. “I am an artist so I can’t help noticing feminine beauty.”

Something made Sam stop. She knew she was being rude to the young Frenchman and it suddenly felt nice to be paid a compliment.

“It’s kind of you to say so,” she said, her voice softer.

Sam took in the thick mass of black, wavy hair the young man kept sweeping back from his face with his right hand. His fingers were long and slender, those of an artist. His eyes were blue behind tortoiseshell glasses, his smile natural and unforced. He did not look like someone who made a habit of picking up women with casual compliments.

The young man stepped forward and pulled open the door of the lounge.

“My name is Alain Bazon. Can I buy you a cognac –?”

“Samantha. Sam. Yes, all right, that would be nice.” She went to sit down at a table while he made his way over to the bar.

Alain bought the drinks and said as he joined her, “It is a shame you shorten your name to something so masculine. Samantha is so much nicer than Sam.”

“I was named after an aunt.”

“It is still a beautiful name,” Alain said, raising his glass to her.

“Is everything beautiful for you?” Sam said sharply, regretting immediately it sounded like a criticism. But she went on, “My hair, my name –“

“Merely as beautiful as the woman who carries them,” Alain said.

Sam was about to laugh when she saw he was being serious. There was no way she would describe herself as beautiful. She knew she was attractive, and her hair was a lustrous golden-blonde, but she thought her breasts were too big for her petite frame, her tummy was rounded and her bottom was plump and curvy. Sam sighed as she remembered Richard telling her how much he adored her body; it seemed like forever since her lover had made her cry out in the blissful porno release of orgasm.

“Don’t tell me. In a moment you’ll find the courage to ask if you can sketch me in the nude. Just slip out of those clothes, Madame, you’ll say, and I will immortalize you. Before I ravish you, of course.”

Alain laughed. “Oh, please, Sam…nothing so predictable. A true artist would not combine the two. He would sketch single-mindedly until the portrait was finished. There would be no thought in his mind for lovemaking until he put down his charcoal.”

His eyes held Sam’s and he lowered his voice theatrically. “However, once the work was done and he was sharing a drink with his gorgeous model who would compliment him on the accuracy of his portraiture, she might well be happy to thank him in whatever way seemed appropriate…”

Sam couldn’t help smiling. She was flattered Alain was trying so hard to seduce her.

Alain smiled and shrugged. “That, at least, is the fantasy,” he said lightly. “Not to mention owning a huge studio apartment in the center of Paris and selling my paintings to a world-famous dealer for millions of Euros.”

Sam laughed with genuine amusement. “It’s nice to have dreams when you’re young.”

Alain gave her a piercing look and she wondered if she had said the wrong thing.

“Sam, I am 24 and you are no more than ten or fifteen years older than me, and it is obvious from the absence of wedding ring you are not the ‘Madame’ you claim to be.”

“You’re very perceptive,” she said.

“An artist’s eye for detail. Now, it is your turn to buy the cognac as I am a struggling artist, and I would be very willing to listen if you wanted to talk.”

“Oh god, there’s no way I want to tell you my life story,” Sam said dismissively. But she still found herself buying a bottle rather than just two more drinks, deciding it wasn’t everyday a handsome young Frenchman was prepared to listen while she explained why she was running away from everything and everyone she had ever known.

* * * * *

Sam couldn’t recall the moment she stopped talking and drifted off to sleep, but she woke to find her head resting in Alain’s lap and felt his hand lying across her chest, his hand cupping the weight of her left breast. For a moment she wondered whether to be offended but then decided she liked the feeling of Alain’s warm fingers holding her. The bar was empty, the bartender gone.

“Bonjour,” a voice said from above her. “There is just time for coffee and croissants before we dock.”

She sat up, a little embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the young Frenchman although he seemed quite unconcerned.

“God, I must look a fright,” she said and ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

“Of course not. You are –” he started to say and Sam cut him off.

“I know. Beautiful.”

Alain grinned, and Sam couldn’t help wishing for a moment their time together could have been longer. The phrase ‘strangers passing in the night’ came to her mind.

She led the way to the top deck café, now serving breakfast, and asked, “Where are you headed when we dock? Is someone meeting you?”

“I am going home. To Auray,” Alain said. “It is a pretty town in southern Brittany. I must hitchhike because I am a penniless artist.”

“I’m going to the Côte Sauvage,” Sam said, keeping her voice light. “And I have a car. I could give you a lift if you like?”

Alain shook his head. “I could not impose, Sam,” he said.

“Why?” Sam guessed his protest was for show but she played along. “I’ve said I’m going that way.”

“Yes. To forget for a while,” Alain said, his voice full of sorrow for her. He paused and then said, “Alright, that would be most kind. And my father will be only too happy to provide a room for you.”

“Oh but I couldn’t –” Sam started to say, thinking Alain meant in a private house.

Alain shook his head. “He is the patron of the best hotel in Auray. Very small but très chic and he is a true artist in the kitchen. Papa will repay you for the kindness of your giving me a lift.”

“That sounds perfect,” Sam said. And she meant it.

* * * * *

Two

Sam smiled at Alain’s skeptical look when he saw she was driving a Porsche, but he visibly relaxed when he saw how skillfully she drove out of St. Malo and on to the N137 south towards Rennes. They stopped for lunch just outside the city and then Sam turned southwest towards Vannes and Auray, driving into the small riverside town around four in the afternoon.

Following Alain’s directions, Sam drove carefully down a steep cobbled street that brought them out at a picturesque stone bridge across a river. There was a half-timbered building on the other side with tables and chairs outside.

“This is the old quarter, St. Goustan,” Alain said. “There is the hotel. Will you park in front while I go in for a moment? I will not be long.”

“Yes. Of course.” Sam wondered how Papa would react to Alain having brought an unexpected female guest.

Alain’s father turned out to be warm and welcoming, kissing Sam on both cheeks. He picked up her bags and led the way to a tastefully furnished room with a view of the river winding slowly and gently downstream.

“Oh this is perfect, Monsieur Bazon. Thank you,” Sam said, genuinely pleased.

“Please, call me Philippe, Samantha. You will join us for dinner? I hope you will not mind sharing a drink with Alain beforehand because we do not eat until after I have attended to my guests.”

“Of course,” Sam said. “I look forward to it.”

Philippe Bazon smiled and left the room and Sam started to unpack, amazed to find herself happily humming a French melody she remembered from a holiday she had taken with her parents a lifetime ago.

* * * * *

The night was warm and dry. Sam walked down to the hotel’s bar wearing only a light cotton print skirt and a sleeveless cardigan buttoned up the front. Although her breasts were too big for her not to wear a bra she still went without, wanting to be unfettered, free, to have the pleasure of feeling her nipples rubbing against the gorgeously soft wool. It was part of her new persona, a sensuous woman who didn’t feel self-conscious wearing nothing under her sweater and skirt.

Alain was waiting for her and Sam felt a little thrill of sexual desire when she saw his smile of pleasure at seeing her. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and dark brown corduroy pants. He looked tanned, handsome, every inch the young artist, carefree and delighted to respond to her need for romance and laughter.

“I ordered you a Kir Royale,” Alain said and handed her the mix of crème de cassis and white wine. It was strong and fragrant and Sam loved the way the alcohol instantly relaxed her, made her alive to the sound of the river, the smells drifting in from the dining room, the coolness of the leather seat against the cheeks of her bottom, bare beneath her skirt. The thrill of desire she felt earlier grew stronger and her cunt felt creamy, making her aware of how long it had been since she had been fucked. Her arousal suddenly made her possessive as she listened to Alain’s stories about his life in Paris.

“And are there girls, a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No one special,” he said. “No one who would miss me if I was not there.”

“That’s a pity,” Sam said, and Alain smiled at her.

They talked until Philippe called them for dinner and served gigot of lamb and locally grown vegetables. The food and wine were superb and Sam joined with Alain’s toast to his father, agreeing his son had not exaggerated his skill in the kitchen. Philippe Bazon glowed with pleasure, delighted by the compliment.

“Will you come for a walk with me?” Alain asked when they had finished eating and Sam emptied her coffee cup.

She looked across at Philippe, half-hoping he would object. The wine had lowered her inhibitions and she was enjoying having not one but two attractive Frenchmen treat her as the center of attention.

“But of course, you must,” said Philippe, smiling at her. “You should see the gardens of the ruined monastery. They are beautiful in the moonlight and it is said to be haunted from the time when Brittany had its own kings.”

“That would be lovely,” Sam said, grateful Philippe showed no resentment at the attention his son was paying her.

She followed Alain as he led the way out of the hotel and toward the bridge over the river. When they reached the mid-point he stopped and leaned over, watching the waters as they swirled away into the darkness.

“When I was young I used to come here all the time,” he said. “I would talk to my mother in my mind and believe the river carried my words to her.”

Sam asked, “What happened to her?”

“She died in an accident. A speeding police car left the road and smashed her car into a wall. Papa bought the hotel with the compensation we were given by the government. I hardly knew her: I was only three when she was killed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There is no need for you to be,” Alain said and Sam saw him smile in the glow of the overhead streetlight. “I only told you because standing here reminded me.”

“Did it work, the river carrying your words?”

“I like to think so,” Alain said and smiled. He started walking and Sam followed him up the cobbled street to the town square. There was a blaze of light from a bar that was still open and two old men were sitting on chairs outside, talking softly.

“Bonsoir,” Alain called as he and Sam walked past.

They came to an iron gate in a high wall between two buildings. Alain pushed it open and said, “Here. This is the entrance to the monastery gardens.”

Sam followed him, her senses suddenly filled with the scent of blossom on the night air. What was it Philippe had said? That the garden was full of ghosts from medieval times? Sam felt as if a much more recent ghost was standing beside her. The remembrance that she had so often shared such experiences with Richard was very strong as she walked with Alain along a gravel pathway between neatly mown lawns and rhododendron bushes heavy with flowers. Sam walked over to an iron-framed bench, resting her hands on the back as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the smells and the silence.

Alain came up behind her and bent his head into the curve of her neck, his lips barely touching against the smooth skin. Sam let out a soft sigh and Alain kissed her neck more firmly, sliding his lips up under her hair to the lobe of her ear. He bit it gently, making Sam shiver with renewed arousal. Instinctively she moved her legs apart and leaned back against his chest, unresisting as his hands closed over the fullness of her breasts, cupping them through her cardigan.

Sam opened her eyes and tried to turn so she and Alain could kiss but he held her with his body against the back of the bench. She gasped when he started opening the buttons of her cardigan and exposed her heavy breasts, filling his hands with their soft weight, caressing them and rolling the stiff tips of her nipples between his fingers. She felt him press the hardness of his cock into the furrow between her buttocks and realized she was moments away from being fucked.

“Alain…please,” Sam said softly, her voice betraying her desire. “I want to, but not here. Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Of course,” and he released her from his embrace and stood back so Sam could button her cardigan.

The sense of unease Sam felt in the gardens lessened with every step she took towards the hotel. At the bottom of the stairs leading up to the guest rooms Alain paused for a moment and said, “I must just say goodnight to Papa.”

Sam leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank him for inviting me to stay,” she said softly.

“It is our pleasure. I hope you will remain for as long as you like. At least until you find the peace you are looking for.”

Sam smiled but didn’t reply.

She walked to her room and closed the door behind her, leaving the light off and the curtains open so she could stand and watch the river, its surface shimmering in the moonlight. There was a soft tap and Sam drew Alain into the moonlit room and put two fingers on his lips as a signal not to speak.

She watched Alain’s face as she unbuttoned the sleeveless cardigan and drew it off her shoulders. Then she hooked her fingers inside the waist of her print skirt and pushed it down over her hips. As she did so, Sam shook her hair to fan it across her shoulders and down her back, the movement making her breasts jiggle and sway.

“Now you,” she said softly as she sat on the bed, her face level with his groin.

Alain stood in front of her and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He dropped it on the floor and stood with his hands by his sides as Sam reached up and ran her hands down along the smooth skin of his neck and across the muscles of his chest. She moved her hands lower, marveling at the flatness of his stomach, delighting in the warm smell coming from his skin. She put her lips to it, wanting to taste his flesh, the taut muscles rippling in response as she opened her lips and trailed her tongue across the smooth surface.

The Frenchman rested his hands gently on her head as Sam reached for the buckle of his belt. She flicked the clasp, ran the zip down, and opened his pants. His cock was already hard, the head protruding above the waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and briefs and pushed them both down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them and kicked them away. The movement made his cock quiver and sway and then it stood out hard and straight from his groin, the tip throbbing, precum dripping from the glans.

For a long moment Sam stared at Alain’s cock. She loved its size, the smell of it. She wanted to taste it, make love to it with her mouth, suck his sperm from it. She stretched her arms up to lay her hands on his chest, spreading her body into an attitude of worship as she opened her lips and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

Slowly and carefully Sam worked her ovaled lips down the length of Alain’s cock, working the glans past her palate. She still hadn’t captured all of him when the head entered her throat, his cock filling her mouth with its heat and salty flavor, semen trickling down her throat and into her stomach. He tasted wonderful.

Bit by bit, Sam released the saliva-slick length of Alain’s cockshaft from the confines of her mouth. She swirled her mouth round the swollen head when it appeared, pressing her lips against the ridge behind his glans to squeeze out delicious droplets of sperm which she swallowed. Then she took him back into her throat, inhaling the masculine scent of his pubic hair and pendant balls.

A low groan of pleasure escaped the Frenchman’s chest and he bent at the waist to reach under Sam’s outstretched arms to take her breasts in his hands, squeezing their weight softly in time to the movements of her head and mouth as she feasted on his cock. She gurgled with pleasure and increased the hot suction of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw at the long shaft and the bulging head.

In the world of interior design it’s mostly women and gay men as clients; being a young, single guy definitely has its benefits. This one started with work-related phone calls but quickly lead to her drunk dials and my naughty texts. We had met in passing once before, at a tradeshow, but I could hardly remember who she was. But as the texts turned into emails and naughty became downright dirty, I knew that we had to meet again.

I was headed to Vegas for yet another show and had planned to spend a few days with some friends before work began. But jobs and girlfriends caused them to back out and I saw my chance. I invited her to Vegas and knew she’d accept…after reading about so many of the naughty things she wanted to do to me, it was worth the risk to see if she was bluffing. Through our naughty email exchanges she had bragged about her oral prowess and her flexibility but it was her lust for anal that I couldn’t shake out of my mind. She wanted her ass fingered, licked, and downright fucked. She wanted to be dirtier than she had ever been and she wanted to do it with me. I couldn’t wait.

We met at The Hotel, one of the nicer, more modern Vegas giants. I got to there before her and showered, shaved, and groomed. The bathtub was big enough for 4 and I figured we’d make good use of it later. I tried my best to relax but the anticipation was relentless. When she finally knocked on the door, I was pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She looked better than I had vaguely remembered. But there wasn’t much time to appreciate her, she was dripping and I was ready for her.

She threw me down onto the bed and mashed her lips against mine. She had channeled her nerves into passion and her lust was palpable. She looked at me with a grin and began to unzip my jeans. My cock sprang to life and she softly took it into her hand. She started her tongue at the base of my cock and slowly licked me from base to tip. Her tongue was so wet and warm and I could feel her breathe against me. She engulfed my entire cock in one quick swoop and started milking me with her throat as she tickled her tongue against the base of my cock. Damn, this girl had talent. I had been hard since porno the moment I boarded my plane that morning so it didn’t take her long to make me cum. She quickened her pace and began sucking on my length harder. I looked her in the eye and told her I was ready to explode, she blew me as fast and hard as she could until I finally blasted my load down her throat. I smiled, so did she, this was going to be a fun weekend.

I crawled between her legs to repay her efforts. She was freshly shaven for the occasion and tasted sweet. I teased her, kissing her inner thighs and breathing and lightly grazing her clit. When I slowly licked the entire length of her slit she gasped and I pressed my flat tongue directly against her sex. Her moan made me hard again. My soft licked increased in tempo and strength with her moans, I felt her writhe and push against my tongue. I licked harder and deeper as I felt her begin to shake. As she started to come she lifted her hips off the bed…I knew she was silently asking me to give her little asshole attention.

I wet my thumb in her dripping pussy and as I took her engorged clit between my lips I slowly started circling her asshole with my thumb. The resulting response was unlike anything I had ever seen…I had released the animal within her. She groaned and grunted and tried to push my thumb deep into her ass. But I wasn’t done teasing her and knew that I’d be enjoying her ass soon enough. I laughed at her desire and told her we’d continue our fun late.

Once she had recovered enough we decided to throw on some clothes and grab a few drinks at the lobby bar. I ordered a beer, she asked for a Long Island iced tea and 4 Patron silver shots. She was not fooling around. We each took two shots, then two more. The conversation was easier than I had feared it would be and the booze started to really loosen us up. She began to stroke my cock back to life through my jeans. Once I was once again rock hard she looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready to be dirty. Her smile meant she definitely wasn’t bluffing.

She laid me down once again and started working her lips and tongue on my cock. Her pace was slower and less frantic than her first blow job and I could feel her enjoying every minute of it as much as I was. She continued to lick the underside and base of my cock and slowly worked her way down to my balls. She licked each and slowly lifted them, licking and kissing the sensitive underside. As she worked her way down further I started to flutter with anticipation. She slowly snaked her tongue past my balls and down my crack.

“You know, I’ve never done this before.” She told me.

“I can’t believe how naughty you are,” I replied, “and you can’t imagine how turned on you have me.”

“Oh yes I can.” She said smiling as she gripped her hand around my throbbing cock. As she slowly started to stroke my shaft she stuck out her tongue and softly grazed it against my asshole. I shuddered. So taboo, so dirty, and so hot. Again, she grazed me with her tongue. Again I shuddered. She let out a little giggle and so did I. But as she pressed her wet tongue fully against my ass and started to lick my naughtiest of places my giggle turned into a moan. Her tongue continued to lick and tongue at my ass causing sensations that I had never experienced before. Her licks were quick and light, soft and deep, hard and fast. She let go of my cock and focused her full attention to my ass. She paused long enough to look at me and then thrust her tongue into my asshole. She tongue fucked me; sliding herself into me as deep as she could causing me sensations that I had never experienced.

“Get on your hands and knees, I’m ready to fuck.” I growled to her, my voice still uneasy from the pleasure that I just experienced. She leapt off the bed to dig through her purse for lube as I went to my suitcase for a condom. She added a little Astroglide to my condom to help ease the friction. I eased my cock into her warm pussy and buried it to the hilt with one thrust. She gasped as my cock pressed deep inside her, pushing against her back wall. Her breath shortened and eyes closed. We had been fucking for less than 30 seconds and she was already coming. I continued to fuck her as I licked my thumb and started pushing it against her ass. She was in no mood for games pushed her ass back at me, practically begging for me to thrust it deeper inside her. My teasing was over and I forced my wet thumb as deep into her ass as deep as I could. She wanted more. She looked back at me and I knew what she was ready for without her needing to say it.

I pulled out of her pussy and slowly started pushing the tip of my cock against her ass. In my previous experience with anal sex, I have been very slow and patient but this was a time for lust, not restraint. She pushed her ass back against me and buried my cock deep within her ass without warning, without warm up, and without patience.

“Jesus, fuck!” She managed to gasp.

“You’re not kidding, no warm up? Doesn’t that hurt?”

“I like it, now fuck me deep and slow.” That I did. I pushed myself deep within her soft, warm ass. Pulling out slowly and then forcing myself through her tightness all the way into her depths. She began bucking back against me. “Pull my hair.” It was more a demand than I question and I yanked her hair hard as I picked up my pace and fucked her harder.

“Yes, that’s it.” She was encouraging me to fuck her deeper and harder. Just being in her ass wasn’t enough, she wanted to be fucked. I pumped her harder as her ass tightened around me.

“Play with your clit as I fuck you.” She moaned as her fingers danced across her clit.

“Yes, fuck me!” She cried, “fuck my ass like it’s my pussy.” She wanted more. I grabbed her hips and forced her onto my cock, pushing the entire length of my cock as deep as I could and fucked her ass with all my strength. She began to scream with a mix of pain and delight as I continued to fuck her harder and faster. I pushed her onto the bed with my cock still buried deep within her ass. She gasped again as my cock pushed even deeper. I was fucking her as hard as I ever pounded any pussy and she was loving every minute of it.

I pulled out of her ass and ripped off my condom. I began stroking my cock as she knelt in front of me, a wide smile on her face. “You can cum on my face if you want.” I released burst after burst of cum across her face and tits, overwhelmed by the pleasure of fucking her ass. I collapsed onto the bed. She crawled towards me and put her head on my shoulder. She smiled.

“You ready to take a bath?”

CHAPTER 4: A Three Way Call

I poured KY on my dick and stroked it. Looking down at her beautiful ass, I admired how tiny and pink her butt hole looked. You could barely see the actual opening, just a tiny pinhole in a pale pink circle.

Her big, round, white butt cheeks, however, were too prominent to miss. I grabbed them and squeezed.

“Jesus!” I said, “You have a fucking gorgeous ass.”

She shot an angry glare back at me.

“Just get this over with. It won’t work anyway. My ass is too small. You won’t be able to get it in. Believe me. Others have tried.”

I chuckled and said, “Okay, you asked for it.”

Putting my right hand in the crook of her thigh and hip, and guiding my penis in with my left, I pressed the head of my lubed up cock into her tiny anal opening.

Her body stiffened up as I pressed it into her. It was like trying to fuck a wall of skin. Her asshole refused to open.

I grit my teeth and leaned my weight into it. Her anal canal remained shut, and I stayed there, applying pressure with no progress.

“See,” Carol said, smirking smugly back at me and turning away again. “I told you. My ass is too tiny to fuck.”

She shifted her ass moving it into me as I strained to penetrate it.

She smirked back at me with an ‘I told you so look’, as if taunting me to keep trying, but completely confident I would fail.

I pressed even harder, and kept pressing.

Then, using my hand to wiggle the head of my cock up and down and side to side, I suddenly felt her asshole begin to open up around the head of my cock.

Carol gasped and shot a shocked and worried glance back at her ass.

As the head of my cock ever so slowly slipped into her asshole, she turned away and said, “Oh shit! Oh, shit! Holy fuck!”

As soon as just the head of my cock had squeezed through her anal opening, Carol jerked away.

She fell onto her bed, but I was holding too tight, and went with her, and the head of my cock remained inside, still stretching her tight ass wide open.

Falling down on her prone body with my full weight behind me, my cock penetrated even a little bit deeper.

She yelped loudly, and began gasping in huge breaths. Her body shook and it sounded like she was crying.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s too big, Harry. It’s just too fucking big.”

“Give it a minute,” I said, brushing her long white hair with my hand.

She clutched her bedspread with both hands and shouted, “Fuck!” She hissed in a sharp breath. “Damn, it fucking hurts, Harry!”

“Shhh!” I said, “You’ll be okay.” I rubbed her hips and thighs, massaging them. “You have to relax, baby.”

“Relax? You fucking relax with a big dick in your ass.”

I chuckled, and continued massaging her body. At least it seemed like she had stopped crying.

Her body still trembled beneath me and she was completely covered and slick with sweat.

It was the tightest ass I had ever penetrated.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my lips grazing her left earlobe and my face buried in her long white hair, “You really never had a cock in your ass.”

“I told you,” She whined.

“I believe you,” I whispered, “Now, really try to relax.”

As Carol took long deep breaths, and I waited there, not moving the head of my cock, but massaging her hips and thighs, I could feel her body getting less and less tense.

I whispered, “Can I try to push it deeper?”

I felt her give the slightest shrug. She said, “I don’t know.”

Smiling at the definite green light, I slowly pushed my cock deeper.

Carol hissed loudly, so I stopped. I massaged her back and shoulder. “You can do this. You can take this whole cock.”

She took in a deep breath, and then nodded.

I began pushing again, and felt porno her asshole opening up. My cock slid half way in and more.

I stopped there, holding steady.

I whispered, “There you go, Carol. That’s amazing.”

Her body seemed relaxed now. She lifted her head up, and turned to face me. The light make-up she had been wearing had run, streaked with her sweat and tears.

Blinking her eyes, she said, “Why are you stopping? I thought you said the whole cock?”

I laughed and shook my head. This cheating fucking whore was the queen of cheating whores.

I licked her face from the corner of her lip to her eyebrow.

It tasted of make-up, tears and sweat. I’m thinking of inventing the Ice Cream. I’ll call it Ass Pounded Cheating Whore.

“Okay,” I said, “Let’s give you the whole cock then.”

I put one arm under her right armpit and grabbed her shoulder in a firm grip, then repeated that on her other side.

Yanking my cock half way out, I rammed it in as deep as it could go.

She grunted as it slammed into her.

“Is that better?” I asked, my cock buried balls deep in the tightest ass I ever fucked. Her sphincter felt like a cock ring.

Carol whimpered and clutched at her bedspread, but nodded her head.

I repeated with another and she grunted again.

I began pumping faster and faster, and got into a rhythm. Carol took it all, barely making a sound, only a few whimpers and moans with a gasp for air here and there.

I looked down at the gorgeous, pale white ass I was fucking, and it was spectacular.

I fucked her for several minutes in that position, with her belly down on the bed and her face buried in her bedclothes.

Then I pulled my cock out and knelt between her legs. She looked back at me, seeming confused at why I stopped.

“Kneel!” I said, pointing to her headboard. “Grab onto the top of that headboard and kneel.”

She grimaced, as she pushed up onto her knees. Crawling toward her headboard on all fours, I saw her asshole gaping open.

At first glance it was about the size of a quarter, but it twitched down to a dime and as she reached the headboard it closed completely.

Carol flipped her hair and wiped her face with her hands. Then she took a deep breath and grabbed onto the top of her headboard.

She knew what was coming, but seemed more than willing to proceed.

“Spread those knees. Arch that fucking back.”

“Okay,” she said, obeying my directions, “Just please, Harry. Go a little easier this time. My ass can’t fucking take it.”

I looked at her beautiful, athletic body and her milk white skin, as she presented her ass for me to fuck.

“There is no way I’m going easy,” I said.

Shuffling between her outstretched calves on my knees, I spit in my hand, rubbed it on my cock and pushed the wet head of my penis back into her tight butt hole.

This time it spread open for me, and Carol moaned, sounding like she was welcoming it. I slid it deep inside her ass and began slowly pumping in and out.

Carol said, “That’s better.” She nodded as I fucked her. “Yes,” she said. “That’s much better.”

I grabbed a handful of white hair and the bra and bodysuit still on her shoulders.

“Oh shit,” she cried, bracing herself.

Using leverage and her hair and garments as handles, I rammed my cock deep, our bodies smacking together.

Carol grunted, but took it nicely, without pulling away. I began pounding my cock into her as fast and hard as I could. The loud rhythmic smacking sound of my hips against her bum almost drowning out Carols loud whining, moans and groans.

Then the phone rang.

We both froze and looked over at it on the nightstand.

Smiling, I reached out for the phone. Carol screamed, “Don’t you fucking–” but shut up immediately as I lifted up the receiver.

She shook her head no so violently that my cock throbbed inside her ass from the movement.

I handed her the phone, grabbed her by both hips and began slowly, but deeply fucking her ass.

Her husband’s voice said, “Hello? Carol? Are you there?”

Carol put the phone to her head, and said, “Sorry, Jim. Can’t– uhn!– talk… talk right now… uhn! Oh my God!” She had groaned aloud with every thrust.

She tried in a panic to reach out and hang up the receiver. I pulled her back hard, and her ass slammed all the way down onto my cock again.

“Fuck!” she screamed, her voice crying out in distress.

Jim’s voice shouted through the phone. “What the hell is going on?” Are you alright?”

“Yes!” Carol shouted, shaking her head. She held the phone up to her ear with one hand and tried to push my cock out of her with the other.

I was having none of that, and swiped her arm violently to the side. Her eyes got wide, and she pulled her hand back, giving up on any attempts to push my cock out of her asshole.

“I’m fine, Sweetheart. Everyth – uhn! – Everything is fucking fine.”

“Why do you keep grunting like that?”

“Like what? Uhn!” Here I had rammed my cock in her ass especially hard.

I could feel an orgasm building.

“Like that!”

“Oh, I’m uh… Uhn! I mean I’m just… Uhn! Oh my fucking God!”

She threw the phone away in complete despair. It tumbled onto the floor. Her husband screamed, “What the fuck is happening!”

With my orgasm building, I began pounding my cock into Carol as fast as I could. The loud slapping sound and Carol’s moans filled the room. This time she was moaning with pleasure. I could feel, hear and see her body responding.

I held my own orgasm back and began pumping Carol and caressing her body. I massaged her gorgeous tits and grabbed her big, wet pussy mound, slamming my cock deep and fast into her ass.

She began pumping back, too. Her husband still screamed through the phone, but we weren’t listening.

Then Carol, rising up to lay her head back on my shoulder as we both worked at fucking her ass, shouted at the top of her lungs, “Yes! Oh God, yes! Cum deep in my fucking asshole! Cum deep in my ass!”

At that moment her whole body stiffened and trembled. I felt her tight sphincter flutter and spasm around the base of my cock, and Carol let out a screaming groan of pure pleasure.

“Ooh, yes!” she cried, sweetly. “Yes. Yes. Yes, I fucking love your big cock!”

She fell forward onto all fours, her arm and head tucked snugly against her headboard. Her ass still high in the air, she lazily pushed it up and down on my still raging erection.

“It’s such a beautiful cock, Harry.” She muttered, smiling. “It’s so much better than–” she stopped. Her head popped up and she shouted, “Jim!” She jumped up so quickly and with such force I couldn’t stop her. My dick popped out of her ass and wagged around, as she tumbled off the bed and picked up the phone.

She stood up with it to her ear, and, still out of breath, said, “Jim! Baby? Are you there?”

I could barely hear the other side of the conversation, but it did sound like her husband was screaming and crying.

“No, Baby! Of course not, honey. I’m fucking all alone here. No there’s not. The carpet cleaner left hours ago. And Peggy took the kids, so I… Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Yes! I was masturbating. Yes, I was!”

“No, of course not. Don’t be silly baby. I would never cheat on you. I love you.”

As she lied to her husband, I watched her mostly naked body and masturbated.

The husband began talking for a time, so I put Carol on mute, and said, “I’m about to cum… a lot. If you don’t swallow every drop I will start talking.”

I smiled and unmuted her.

She shook her head, no, her pale blue eyes wide with fear.

I nodded, yes.

She mouthed the word no.

I nodded yes, again, approaching her as I jerked off.

“Yes, honey! Of course I knew you were listening.”

I felt my orgasm building. This would be a big one.

I pushed Carol down onto her knees, and all the way down she kept shaking her head and silently mouthing ‘No!” over and over again.

I jerked off in front of her face, as she talked to her husband.

Her eyebrows remained wrinkled up in worry. Then she let out a sigh and relaxed. The tension left her face and shoulders.

She looked up at me, frowning, and gave me a single, grim nod, agreeing to my request.

“That’s why I said those things, Jim. It was more like a joke. I just got carried away.”

I pushed my cock up to her lips, ready to shoot my load.

“Hold on, Jim! Just hold on a second, dear. I just need to drink something– just fucking hold on!”

It was her turn to mute the phone.

“This better not be a lot,” she said snarling, as she glared in apprehension at my cock. “I don’t even do this for my husb–!”

Here is where I stuck the head of my cock into Carol’s mouth and unleashed a very substantial load of cum.

Her eyes shot wide in surprise at the sheer volume filling her mouth.

I groaned as I said, “You better drink every fucking drop!”

Carol whimpered loudly in distress, as I filled her mouth with cum, but she waited until I had shot my entire load with her lips around the head in a tight ring, catching it all.

When I was done, she carefully pulled her mouth off, pinching her lips to keep all the cum from dripping out.

She even spotted a dollop of white goo left on the tip of my cock, and, begrudgingly, put her pursed lips back on my cock and slurped it off.

Carol pulled her head back, looked up at me and grimaced in disgust, but, then, giving me an angry glare of defiance, she began gulping down all the cum in her mouth.

After several gulps, she gasped for air, putting a hand to her throat as she recovered.

She swallowed several more times, and said, “Christ! That was disgusting!” She snarled up at me from her knees and added, “You cum like a fucking donkey.”

Putting the phone back up to her ear, she said, “Now be completely silent and get the fuck out of my house.”

She unmuted her phone.

“Sorry,” she said to her husband, still sneering up at me. “Where were we, Sweety? What time are you coming home tonight?” She turned her eyes from me, and smiled as she said, “We have another little baby to make.”

Carol sounded so genuine as she lied to her husband.

That’s probably when I lost all hope of ever trusting a woman again.

I left her there, kneeling half naked on her bedroom floor with a pussy and a tummy full of my cum, telling her husband how much she adored him.

Packing the last of my equipment into my van, I hopped in and started it up.

Carol came running out, waving a check. I opened the window and took it. She had made it out to cash and it was for double my daily rate.

I smiled and said, “Thanks.” I started rolling up the window, but she put her hand on it. “What?”

“Can you come back tomorrow. You never really finished… the carpets, I mean.” She smiled.

I frowned, and said, “I’m probably going to be even rougher.”

She said, “I’m okay with that.”

I nodded. “See you tomorrow then.” I paused to look in her eyes. We smiled warmly at each other and I drove away.

Carol reminded me a lot of my ex. Both of them had the prettiest eyes, and both, at first, had me completely and totally fooled.

THE END

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this memory from long ago…

After being together for some twenty years, my wife, Janet and I knew each other pretty well. We knew each other well sexually as well. While some women may have to hint around for their guy to go downtown, most times I could hardly wait to lick Janet’s pussy. I enjoyed it so much, that I would lick slowly, up and down both sides of her pussy lips so I could make the pleasure last. After each of her orgasms, only soft licks or nuzzles would come close to her clitoris until she was ready to be taken to that point of no return again. Sometimes, she was just a little too noisy and I hoped that no one heard us in our passion.

To say that she knew me just as well would not be telling the complete story. Janet could masturbate me better than I could do myself. She would indulge me when I asked her for a prostate massage, sometimes rubbing my little gland until her fingers started to cramp. Knowing how anal-erotic I am, she was not too surprised one time to find me taking a long self administered coffee enema. When she walked in the bathroom the first time, I was lying on a towel in the bathtub with a nozzle in my ass and a tube running up to a red two-quart enema bag. She asked how I could stand it for so long as she looked at my soft penis. I was surprised I was not hard and so was she. She wanted to know how come I did not have to expel right away. I explained that with slow administration of the enema, the urge to expel could be put aside for quite a while. The coffee stimulates the liver to release bile, and it is said to have therapeutic effects if it is retained long enough. I had often dreamed of having Janet give me an enema, but she felt that enemas were medicine and should not be combined with sex. Whenever I engaged in enema play it was by myself.

Just after my hernia operation, I could get around, but sometimes bending and all pulled on my insides. Going to the bathroom, that is taking a dump, was difficult and sometimes painful. I’m sure that Janet thought that the lengthy time spent in the bathroom was productive, but the truth is, it was not. Something about the operation was making me big time constipated and I wanted some relief. Giving myself an enema would not be possible for a week yet, with out considerable pain, so I asked Janet for one. When she asked why, I explained to her the best I could. I reminded her of the benefits of a coffee retention enema, that is to be administered slowly, kept in for a total of twenty minutes and then expelled. I was delighted when she said yes, and I set about to prepare the equipment.

Our son was off visiting with friends for the day, so I did not have to conceal what was going on. I boiled the coffer on the stove for a while and proceeded to cool it down. Since we were home alone, she decided to give me the enema in the second bathroom, just off the kitchen. I placed a towel on the floor and lubricant and a box of exam gloves close by. I guess I was hoping for at least a small prostate massage, and sometimes that can get me going too. But I figured she would just lubricate me and put in the nozzle and adjust the flow. If it had not been for the operation, I doubt I would even get that. Oh, by the way did I say that I was still shaved? The operation required a hairless site, and the new procedures use three small incisions over a fairly large surface area. When my hair started to grow back in it caught on my clothes and pulled my skin in an uncomfortable way. I was keeping it trimmed, and I hoped she would appreciate the newness of my hairless genitals. The narrative that follows is as close as I can get to the events that followed.

“Andy do you have all the stuff ready? I am running out of time.” Janet said.

“Yes, all except pouring the coffee into the enema bag.” I had placed the bag in the kitchen and the nozzle in the bathroom. The hose was to be connected in the bathroom so that all the air could be expelled before it was inserted.

“OK then, why don’t you take off your shorts and lay down on the towel. I’ll bring everything in for you.” Fine I thought. I went into the bedroom and removed all my clothes. It didn’t bother me at all to walk through the house with no clothes on and I am quite comfortable that way. I went into the bathroom and got on my hands and knees, and slowly put my head down as far as possible. It was an enema position I had often fantasized about and I thought why not enjoy it. It was work to get in that position, and as long as I did not have to move too much I would be just fine. I had placed a rolled up towel to rest my head upon, but more important, I knew Janet could see my cock and balls in all their nearly hairless wonder.

“They really did a job with shaving you didn’t porno they? You are so smooth and clean.” Janet knelt down behind me and fondled my balls for a few seconds. Her hand moved to my cock for too short of a time and then she stood up. “Let me go get the coffee.”

I was warm enough, but I had started to tremble just a little bit. I was excited and getting more and more horny as we approached a new milestone in our relationship. If I were not experiencing just a little minor pain, I would say things were going perfectly. I did not know how to react when I heard to doorbell ring.

“Don’t worry I’ll get it, you just stay right there.” I could hear Janet walking toward the front door. My mind slipped off to a period when every time Janet and I were alone a certain one of her friends just happened to drop by. She opened the door.

“Hello Janet. Merry Christmas”

I recognized the voice. It was Samantha, a young girl that used to work for us. I say girl thinking of her bouncy behavior and how young she looked a few years ago. Sam, as we called her, is part Asian. Even after having two children, she is still thin although now she has some hips. They look good on her too. However, as with many Asian women her breasts are smaller than what we westerners consider to be normal. The effect is to make her cute and young looking but not a knockout. But don’t get me wrong, she can turn the head of many men when she dresses nicely.

“This is for you,” Sam delivered her statement with expectation. Sam knew that Janet had Christmas presents for her two daughters, and the two had been playing phone tag with getting together for over a week.

“Thanks Sam,” Janet said in an uncertain tone. “I have something for your two daughters. I have it right here.” I could hear Janet walk over to her desk, and I could hear the door close. I don’t think Janet meant to invite Sam in, but I’m sure it was one of those awkward moments when Sam thought she should come in.

“Do you guys have coffee on? That’s all I can smell. I would love a cup of coffee,” Sam started to ramble. I heard her take a few more steps into our house, and I began to wonder what I should do next. I knew I could get up and close the door, but I did not know if I could do it quickly enough. I could just hide in the bathroom while they talked.

“Well yes, we do have coffee,” I heard Janet reply with a certain amount of amusement in her voice.

Sam took a couple more steps towards our kitchen and I’m sure she could see the enema bag sitting on the counter. Sam has a short laugh that flows easily from her in a series of hahahaha’s. She laughed and asked, “What is that for?”

Janet paused before answering, “Well you know Andy just had minor surgery don’t you? Well he still has some constipation from the anesthesia, and it hurts him to bend so much. He asked me to give him an enema.”

I didn’t know what to do. It was embarrassing to have them talk about my bowel movements, but that was the nature of Sam. She was always in the middle of things, one of those personality types that would not take no for an answer. I had not moved through out all this exchange and the bathroom door was wide open. I knew a few more steps and Sam would see more than she had bargained for.

“No way, get out. I’ve heard of them, but I don’t know anyone that still uses them. I always wondered what I would do if my daughters needed one. Hey, you can’t just go up to someone and ask them how to give an enema.” Sam punctuated her statements with her rolling laugh, it being obvious that she was a little nervous about this unexpected topic.

“Sure,” Janet said. “Enemas give immediate relief. I’ll put some coffee on for us.” I could hear a subtle emphasis on the ‘us’ in that sentence and I wondered what Janet was up to. She went into the kitchen and I could hear Sam following.

“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding. He’s ready for it now isn’t he.” Her nervous laugh could get almost anyone smiling or maybe even laughing with her.

I had been found out, and I knew Sam had the same perfect view of my ass, my balls and my cock as I lay face down with my butt high in the air.

“Hi Andy,” rang in my ears to confirm what she saw.

I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. My cock slowly started to get harder. It has a mind of its own. My face was flushed, and the whole time I was powerless to even move. If I get up to shut the door, my erection will be completely visible. In my current position, there may be doubt about whether I was erect or just hanging down. I can’t believe what happened next.

“Come on Samantha, you can help. Put on one of those gloves.” Janet’s instruction left me wondering what she was going to do.

“These are the same gloves we used at the store aren’t they?” Sam asked in wonder.

“Yes they are,” Janet replied as she worked her way past Sam in the small bathroom and sat on the lid to the toilet. “I still have to get the bag filled. Here, you can help out.”

Sam had snapped on latex gloves on both hands with the experience of one who uses them in her work. Janet picked up the tube of lubricating jelly and removed the cap. As she reaches toward Sam she aims the jelly onto Sam glove covered fingers.

“Work this lubricant all around him,” she instructed. “The lubricant is essential. The reason you smelled coffee is because I’m giving Andy a coffee retention enema. It will go in slow, and he needs to hold it for fifteen to twenty minutes. I think if he just relaxes, he would not be constipated anyhow.” That was easier said than done, Sam’s fingers were twirling their way all around my rosebud and I was anything but relaxed.

“Work some of that lubrication up inside of him and try to get his anal muscles to relax.”

“Oh, you mean just push it in like this? Sam was pushing her finger in and out of me very slowly. I could not believe it was happening. I was excited. I was breathing fast and I was short of breath all at the same time. She became a little more liberal in her movements, and I felt her brush across my prostate. I don’t think she knew what rubbing my prostate does to me, but Janet does. I have told her many times that when she rubs my prostate I am totally in her power, almost like I become very submissive. I tried to open myself to Sam’s fingers.

“Andy, don’t make Sam do all the work. Try to move yourself from side to side to make you muscles relax.” Janet’s words were unbelievable. She was telling me to fuck myself against Sam’s fingers. I tried moving from side to side, but that pulled the area of my surgery. I contented myself to gently rocking forward and back. Sam’s fingers matched my pace, and when I went backward her finger penetrated even further into my anal opening. This was exciting.

“Wait a minute Andy,” commanded Sam, but my rhythm was hard to break. “There it goes.” I could feel that Sam had inserted another finger to ‘relax my anal muscles.’ Janet got up off the toilet lid.

“I’ll be back in just a minute. I need to fill the bag.” I heard the unmistakable sounds of Janet filling our automatic coffee maker. We drink lots of coffee, and either one of us can prepare the pot and filter in about a minute. Despite the distracting sounds of Janet in the kitchen, the short time alone with Samantha seemed like it was going on for hours. Each sequence of moves pressed her finger against my prostate. The resulting pre-cum was running all the way down my cock and was leaking out. I didn’t care. I was beyond thinking what was proper. I had not felt better for weeks. It seemed like ages latter that Janet returned with the enema bag.

“I need to connect the tubing like this,” she said to no one in particular. She closed the clamp so that only a very small flow would exit the nozzle and let the air out of the tubing to prevent cramping and the need to expel early.

“How is that small amount going to do anything,” Sam asked.

Change you glove Sam,” was Janet’s reply.

“When this drips in over time it will build up, but not so much that he can’t hold it in. We need to let the liquid work into him and do its job before it can come out. Push the nozzle in gently, remember, it is not soft like your finger.” I thought to myself that her fingers were not so soft either, but mostly the experience was too intense for me to consider my responses. I just responded without thinking. Her fingers left my back hole and I exhaled strongly with relief from the constant sexual tension produced by her fingers in me. Her soiled glove was replaced in silence except for the snapping of latex upon flesh. Her fingers were replaced with the nozzle in my rectum. Surprisingly, Sam maintained the same in and out motion she had with her fingers, gently fucking me with the enema nozzle. It felt good. I was horny as a lonely toad, and my precum dripped all the way down to the towel on the floor.

“I think Andy looks good with his hair trimmed,” offered Sam. I knew she was checking me out. Can’t say that I blame her, she just happened to walk in on all of this. She reached down with her other hand and cupped my balls. “I think it is so nice to see a man’s nut sack smooth rather than see all that hair,” Sam said as if replying to a survey in a magazine.

“Andy can you feel the coffee going in? Janet’s concern was unfounded, because if anything, the flow was just a little bit too fast. I could understand her concern, this is the first time she had ever helped me with an enema.

“Yeah I can feel it,” was the only reply I could muster.

“Sam let me go get our coffee.” Janet hung the bag on the shower door and stood up. She stepped past Sam and was back with two fresh cups of coffee in almost no time flat. She put the cups down and returned to the only seat in the small bathroom, the lid to the toilet. The stimulation to my rectum was starting to get to me. I could feel the warm liquid in the first part of my colon, but not in the part that goes across my belly. I could smell the fresh brewed coffee and realized there was no way I could drink any of it. Then the cramps started. Janet sensed them right away. As I said, we knew each other pretty well.

‘Andy, turn over on your back. We’ll massage your belly to make those cramps go away.”

“Are you sure you want me to turn over?” I knew my erection would be all too obvious and undeniable, especially in front of Sam, a woman half my age that was formerly my subordinate.

“Yes, turn over. We’ll be extra careful.”

The assurances did not help me that much. I stretched out one leg, and pulled the other one up. I could roll over with some effort, and Sam did not let go of the nozzle the whole time. Janet adjusted the bag to keep everything flowing. Both women stared at my fully erect cock.

“Sam reach over to his left side just above his hip bone. Push your fingers in his belly there and wiggle them a little. The motion will make what is normally a one-way valve in his intestine open enough for the solution to get by.” Sam did not relinquish her hold on the nozzle, which was in her right hand. Her left hand, which was free, had to reach over my penis to target the right area. I think every time she touched my penis more precum leaked out. Her little massage got the fluid further into me. She stopped her massage. I suppose the intimate nature of what was going on broke down barriers for her too. The next thing I know, she has her hand wrapped around my penis. Not stroking, which would have been tremendously pleasurable, but just squeezing.

“Oh, I can see Andy likes his enema. Look at this Janet.” I contract my anal muscles to keep in the enema, and just like doing a Kegel exercise, my cock throbs in her hand and visibly grows with the head growing the most since her hand restrained the shaft. She wiped some of my precum around the head of my penis and I entered into sensory overload.

“Does this feel good?”

“Come on Andy, show us how you stroke it. I know you do. Don’t deny it, I know all men masturbate. Show us how you stroke your cock. Is it like this?” Sam taunted me with her banter all the while she played with my penis. I wanted to cum like there was no tomorrow, but her motions were not rhythmic enough for a real ejaculation. She produced plenty of precum, and it seemed like she never missed a beat with the nozzle in my butt. The slow pace of in and out was regular and shallow. My wife calmly took a sip of coffee, and Sam realizing that she had not had any coffee yet took her hand off my penis and reached for her cup. “Come on, show us how you rub it.” Sam looks at my wife and says,” I think it is so sexy to watch a man jerk off. I like to see how they build up their motions and then I like to see how far their semen shoots onto their chest.”

“Go on Andy do it. You have practically cum anyhow. Look at all the precum sitting on your belly,” was my wife’s response. They both sat back to sip their coffee. I could not help myself; I wanted to cum too badly. I reached down and stroked myself for their pleasure. It did not take long. No lie, I felt a small drop from the first shot hit my forehead. I had no shame.

Sam let out her nervous little laugh, “Hahahaha.” The tension was relieved for me but not for them. ” That is so cool.” Reality returned to my awareness and I felt just a little uneasy from bucking up when I came. I also felt the enema in me wanting out with a vengeance.

“I have to go.” Both women knew what I meant. The nozzle was withdrawn and placed in the bathroom sink with the bag. They were out of there in no time. Exhausted, I managed my way to the toilet and released. It seems like it took forever, and I flushed several times. I heard Samantha leave after a while, and all I wanted was a nap.

That’s the best recollection I can give. The dialogue was as close as remembered. I still get aroused just thinking about what happened and have been afraid to talk to my wife about it. I don’t know what to say to her. Anyhow, I hope you have found my experience amusing and maybe a little erotic. Any comments would be welcome, as this is my first time writing about something this sexually charged. You can email me at the address in my profile.

What do you think?, asked Pamela.

Her dress was on one of the tatamis. She was smiling as she stepped out of her shoes onto the tatami. She took her panties off in a fast, smooth motion and tossed them on the dress. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a small tuft above the bare lips of her vagina. She stood before him in her thigh high stockings. Do you want to take my stockings off?, she purred.

Pamela-

I’m discreet.

I’m married-

I’m engaged. Come here, tiger. She laid down and rolled her left stocking off and put it on her clothes. Do you want to take the other stocking off? Before he could answer, she did it for him. What are you waiting for? Haven’t you ever cheated?

No, I haven’t. I haven’t had sex with another woman since I got together with my wife.

Come here. I can see you got a hard on.

I don’t have a condom.

I do.

Are you safe?

Didn’t you hear there isn’t any safe sex any more? She took a condom out of her purse. These are extra safe and extra thin and have a spermicide. My boyfriend loves them.

Boyfriend or fiancé?

Both. Laying back, she started to finger herself. I’m not going to ask you again.

He laughed as he unbuckled his belt. Is that an ultimatum? He stripped. He grabbed his penis. Do you want to kiss it?

Not on the first date.

He stroked himself.

Here’s a condom, she said.

Don’t you ride bare back?

I never have.

Never? How can that be?

I’m afraid of HIV.

Are you ready?

You’re so romantic. I’m wet.

He took the condom and tore it open with his teeth.

So tough, she giggled.

Don’t you want to put it on?

I can’t. I’m too excited.

He put the condom on the head of his penis and squeezed the air out of the reservoir. He rolled it down to the base of his erection.

C’mon, lover, sokkan.org she whispered. I’ll guide you in.

She gasped. Take it EASY!

I am. I’m sorry.

The only sounds were the slaps of their bodies.

Don’t you talk, he whispered.

Mmmmf, she moaned.

He ground down on her. Are you OK?

Mmmmf.

Can I come?

Yes, yes, come, COME!

He jerked his hips several times and pulled out and kissed her on the forehead. He stood up and went to the bathroom and pulled the condom off and flushed it and washed his hands and penis and washed his hands again.

Lover, she said. Sit. She was sitting nude and cross-legged. She patted the tatami next to her.

He pulled on his boxers and sat down.

She caressed his hair and kissed him on the lips. I don’t want any barriers between us.

Except for latex.

She tossed her head back and laughed. You’re funny but I feel there’s something sad about you.

Why’s that?

Jung felt everyone has a secret.

My life’s an open book. If it was a video, it’d never get rented.

I can’t believe that. What’s that sad look on the edge of your face.

I got a smile- for everyone I meet, as long as you don’t try bagging my baby or dropping the bomb on my street…You like Chrissie Hynde?

Who’s she?

No matter.

Tell me a good story and you can fuck me again.

What do you want to hear?

I want to hear about your childhood.

It was short.

Tell me about your mother.

She was a Jesus freak.

Your dad.

If I tell you stories, you’re gonna think I’m a monster.

You’re already here fucking your boss. Tell me. She laid down and put her head on her arm and put her hand between her thighs.

I feel my home’s now here in the Bay Area where I don’t know a soul. I lost my taste for Christianity in görükle escort San Francisco when I was listening to lay preacher damning AIDS victims and after that, I decided original sin was a lie ‘cause no Adam and Eve and there was no reason for Jesus to die…Christianity and the scientific method only added up to Christianity being false…I missed out on the dream date of my high school years because my ever manipulative younger sister got my father pissed off at me and we duked it out, a Pyrrhic victory that I won but lost the girl. I’d duke him out again a month before before I left in the summer of ’79.

That girl. Did you ever date her?

I don’t even think we had a conversation.

She was fingering herself now. But I’m here. Here’s another condom.

She played with herself this time as his penis slid in and out of her. Oh god, she whispered.

I want to come, he whispered and he did. He got up and washed himself. When he came out, she was dressed.****

Just then the waitress returned with their drinks. Elroy gave her a twenty. He motioned for her to keep the change.

I gotta get out of here.

Why?

I gotta watch this news.

Stay with me.

Can’t you see? The situation’s changing by the moment.

Whatcha gonna do about it?

I wanna watch it.

She pulled his hand to between her legs. Don’t you wanna look at this?

Right here. Right now.

Where?

The bathroom.

Why not a room?

I’m not sleeping over. I thought you wanted to stay here and listen to the music.

OK, lover. She stood up and smiled at him and turned to go to the bathroom. He took a long pull of his first scotch, draining it to the cubes in a single drink and drank half the other. Just before entering the ladies room, she turned to look at him. When he stood up, she went in.

She grabbed him and kissed him when he stepped inside and broke the kiss and put a finger against her lips. She took his hand and led him into a stall. He latched the door and she grabbed his face and kissed him again and rubbed her crotch against his thigh. He pushed back and sucked on her tongue and she stepped back against the commode. He put his hand against the wall to brace them.

The toilet next door flushed. She giggled. His hands were up her skirt, inside her panties, grabbing at her ass. She pulled his hands out and lifted up her shirt and put his hand on her breast. He put his lips to a nipple, playing with it with his lips and tongue and sucked as much of the breast into his mouth as he could and did the same to the other and caressed her cunt with the other hand. She groaned with his ear in her teeth. Fuck me, she whispered, fuck me now.

He turned her around and pulled her panties down and pulled his hard dick out and put it between the cheeks of her ass.

Condom, she hissed and rummaged into her purse on the floor, fishing out two that hadn’t been separated.

He tore one open and rolled it onto his dick and guided himself in. He jammed all the way in fast in one stroke and she gasped. He pulled on her breasts and she put both hands against the wall. He bucked against her hips with his erection all the way inside and she panted. He fingered her and started to slowly slide in and out of her.

Hurry, she whispered. He fucked faster, sliding all the way out once and franticly finding his way back in with a hard thrust. He grabbed on her hips and ground on her as strong as he could.

Come, come, come, she said as he thrust in and out and then he did, pushing her down hard against the commode. He pulled out and helped her up. She looked down at his condom clad semi-erection and pulled the condom off and giggling, waved the little bag of semen in his face and dropped it in the commode. She pulled her shirt down and her panties up and straightened her clothing and patted his crotch and kissed him. I’ll go first, he said.

With my wife out of town for the week at a professional conference, I was on my own for the evening’s entertainment. Not being a particularly outgoing sort, I stopped by the local video store to grab a couple of what passed for x-rated movies in our small town. I figured I’d spend the evening getting off alongside a pepperoni pizza and a couple of beers. I made my way out of the adult aisle trying to be inconspicuous, yet nonchalant, when I bumped into Carrie, a friend and co-worker. I tried to quickly turn the movies over in my hand so she wouldn’t see what my plans for the night entailed, but in my haste they fell the floor revealing their erotic titles. Carrie chuckled as I sheepishly picked them up. I tried explaining that with my wife away, it was the only opportunity I had to partake of this particular genre of films.

“Your wife doesn’t enjoy dirty movies?” Carrie asked.

“She’d probably kick me out of the house if she even knew I was watching ’em,” I responded with a nervous laugh. “It’s a guy thing, I guess. Most women I know are turned off by the thought of dirty movies.”

“Not all of us,” Carrie replied with a smile. “I’ll watch them from time to time. They can serve a useful purpose, especially when you’re alone. As long as they don’t try too hard to have a story line. I mean, what’s the point?”

We laughed and small-talked a little more. The thought entered my mind to invite her over to watch them with me, but being a bit shy (not to mention happily married) I didn’t want to risk the chance that she’d see my invitation as a come-on, or worse yet, that my wife would somehow find out. After a few more minutes of chatting, we parted ways.

“Enjoy your bachelor’s evening,” Carrie called down the aisle with a grin that turned my face red.

Once home, I popped open a beer and called my wife at her hotel. When she asked what I was doing tonight I told her I’d rented a couple of Bruce Willis flicks, ones that she’d never have any interest in seeing. After the call, I ordered the pizza and changed into some loose fitting pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. The pj’s would allow my lonely cock to stretch and bob unimpeded during the films.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rang. Expecting the pizza guy, I went to the door, cash in hand. “No charge for the visit,” Carrie said eyeing the $20 bill. “But, I thought you could use a little company tonight. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not” I stammered, obviously surprised to see her. “Come on in.”

Going back to my thoughts at the video store, I hoped my dick wouldn’t embarrass me as she walked in the door. Carrie had been one of my fantasies ever since we met 3 or 4 years ago. A Florida girl who had moved west for the job, Carrie was outgoing and flirtatious. She stood about 5’4″ with shoulder length brown hair shaping her round face, her brown eyes almost as dark as her hair. You could still make out the faint hint of the freckles that must have covered her as a teenager. Her smile outlined by thin pink lips turned me into an awkward teenager with a crush on the beautiful girl next door. She had the most wonderful heart-shaped ass tucked inside her modestly tight Levis. I could only imagine the sensation of those soft cheeks squeezed in my hands. Her breasts, though not large, were full and round under the white cotton t-shirt she was wearing. The tips of her nipples were almost imperceptible, but readily apparent to my hopeful gaze.

The pizza guy showed up just as Carrie was coming in. “Keep the change”, I said my eyes glued to Carrie’s ass, not realizing I had just given him an $8 dollar tip on a $12 pizza.

“Do you like pepperoni”, I asked Carrie as she followed me to the kitchen.

“All I ever order,” she replied.

I pulled out a couple plates and a beer for her and it dawned on me that I was still hanging loose in my pj bottoms.

“Let me go change into something a bit more appropriate,” I said, fearing that at any moment my eight inches would suddenly awake from its slumber and inappropriately present its horny little self to my guest.

“Oh, don’t change on my account,” she said. “No need for you to be a formal host. Just relax and enjoy the evening. Seeing how comfortable you are, I only wish I’d thought to bring my pj’ over here.” Deciding to set aside my shyness, I risked the potential embarrassment and kept the pj’s on.

We ate our pizza on the couch, trading gossip from work with some idiotic rerun for background noise. She was fun to talk to, always ready with an outrageous opinion on whomever we were talking about. We quickly drained a couple beers apiece before the conversation started to lag. She caught me staring at her tits a couple sokkan.org of times and I wondered how she’d respond if I made the move I knew I shouldn’t make. Her cheeks were getting redder from the beer, making her face and her dark eyes shine even more than usual. I knew I wanted her, but also knew that I couldn’t be the one make the first move.

“Do you still have those movies?” she asked, “or have you already watched ’em?”

“I’m not quite that hard-up,” I said. “They’re still here, but I’m not sure that I should be corrupting a pure and innocent young thing like you with my nasty bachelor habits.”

“Try me,” she replied. Oh, how I wanted to, I thought. I retrieved the movies and asked her which one she wanted to see first. She chose one and I slipped it into the VCR. Knowing what would soon be on the TV, it was all I could do to silently talk my dick into behaving himself.

“You look so comfortable,” Carrie said. “I don’t suppose I could borrow one of your wife’s nightgowns for a while? It’d beat these tight-ass jeans”

“Sure,” I stammered. “But all she ever wears is flannel.”

“Perfect,” she said as she followed me into the bedroom. “I wouldn’t want to provide too much temptation while you’re here all alone. Or at least supposed to be alone,” she said with a wink and a smile. I opened my wife’s pajama drawer and told her to take her pick. There were about half a dozen flannel nightgowns in there, and at the very bottom, I was hoping she’d notice a short, red silky thing that hadn’t been out of the drawer in a long time. I left Carrie on her own to make her decision and change. I have to say I was a bit disappointed when she reappeared in one of the flannels. But she had left the front buttons undone, and as she settled in on the couch next to me I could make out the swells of her now unsupported breasts under the soft cotton material.

We started the movie, I don’t even recall the name, and just as she said she liked, there was absolutely no story line. Within the first three minutes, a large-breasted, slutty looking woman was masturbating on a hotel bed while three muscular, greasy looking window washers leered at her from outside. The movie cruised along predictably for the next few minutes, both of us chuckling over the various sexual antics and positions, wondering aloud if any real people did those kinds of things. I had to keep my arm across my lap because no matter how bad the movie was, my dick couldn’t handle sitting still with all the fucking and sucking going on the screen. Likewise, Carrie was enjoying the scenes, tossing me a raised eyebrow now and again as the film got particularly hot.

“Another beer?” I asked, not immediately recognizing that to get it for her I’d have to get up and walk across the room, my boner unrestrained but for a thin layer of cotton.

“Sure,” she replied. “It is getting a bit warm in here.”

My next trick was to try to get up off the couch without making my straining erection too obvious. I casually slipped my dickhead under the waistband of my pj’s and walked very carefully to the kitchen.

When I returned Carrie had moved towards the center of the couch and drawn up her legs. The bottom of her nightgown was pulled up over her knees, exposing the bottom of her smooth white thighs. As I handed her the beer, my cock slid out from under the elastic, pushing a pointed wall of plaid flannel towards Carrie’s outreached hand.

“Which one’s for me,” Carrie giggled. She leaned towards me as she laughed at my embarrassment providing me with a nearly full view of her tits down the front of her cotton nightgown.

“You’re just lucky you don’t have to deal with these things,” I told her as I quickly sat down and tried to move my dick back to a less obvious position. “You never know just when these things are going to pop out and embarrass you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If I had one it would probably be doing the same thing by now.” She turned and looked at me, smiling now as if to say, you make a move, no one’s gonna stop you.

As we watched the rest of the movie, the distance between us gradually closed. When her exposed leg came into contact with mine, I didn’t move away. She looked at me with her soft dark brown eyes and quietly positioned herself where I could do nothing but put my arm around her. As I did, she took my hand and placed it between her breasts. She leaned into me, looked up and our lips met in a tentative kiss.

That tentativeness quickly gave way to a full and passionate kiss. Her mouth opened and my tongue found its way inside her. Carrie reached her hand up under my t-shirt and ran her fingers through my chest hair. She pulled away from our kiss, görükle escort grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. She began kissing my chest circling her tongue around my nipples. I could feel the weight of her arm pressing down on my cock as she caressed my chest and neck with her mouth.

I pulled her head closer to my chest while my other hand found the curves of her breasts under the nightgown. Her round breasts were firm to the touch. She sighed as my fingers found the nipple of her right breast. I gently squeezed the little nub and circled it with my thumb and index finger, feeling it grow under my touch. I slipped my hand inside the front of the nightgown, cupping first one breast then the other in my hand.

Carrie reached down and grabbed my hardened shaft through my pj’s. She looked up and smiled as she ran her hand up and down my dick. She pulled down the elastic on the pants finally freeing my cock from its flimsy restraints. Her left hand cupped my balls as she took a good long look at my waiting cock. She gave me a quick kiss before lowering her mouth to my groin. With my balls resting in her palm, she placed the head of my dick on her tongue. Her soft lips gently kissed the head before she ran her lips up and down the length of the shaft. She came back to the top and swallowed the head and the top four inches back into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, much more slippery than any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of entering.

Carrie’s head bobbed up and down on my cock seemingly taking it in deeper and deeper with every downstroke, while her free hand tickled the hairs on my scrotum. I felt close to unloading inside her eager mouth, but mustered all my reserve to hold back. Her index finger slipped down from my balls and ran across the tip of my asshole. I knew then I couldn’t hold out any longer. When she slipped the tip of her finger inside my tight asshole, I grabbed her shoulders and held her down over my pulsing dickhead as I came. The convulsions of my orgasm made me arch my back pushing my dick deep into the back of Carrie’s throat. She squeezed my ass while I held on to her until my thrusting subsided. As she finally pulled away from me I spurted one last puddle on to her cheek and chin. She casually wiped the droplets off with her finger and slipped it inside her mouth, finishing off the most amazing oral orgasm I’d ever experienced.

She reached up to kiss me again and I tasted my cum in her hot, wet mouth. As we kissed a long and steamy kiss, I leaned her back on the couch until my full weight was on top of her. I moved my mouth down the side of her face and slipped my tongue inside her ear, bringing a shiver to her entire body. I kissed my way down her cotton-covered nightgown, taking her nipples in my mouth as I passed by her breasts. When I reached the raised hemline of the nightgown, she looked down at me with her deep brown eyes, smiling in anticipation of where I was headed next.

I pulled the nightgown up, exposing a thick mass of unshaven, brunette hair between her thighs. She must have known where this night was going when she’d changed earlier because her panties were nowhere to be found. Her cunt lips barely showed through the thick bush, but the soaked hairs guided me to where I wanted to go. I leaned back admiring her exposed sex for a long moment, then ran the fingers of both hands around her dark triangle. I traced the outline of her pussy from just below her navel to its base above her asshole. As I moved my hands upward, I found the puffy lips of her cunt and gently pulled them apart. Underneath the mass of hair, Carrie’s dripping pink hole awaited.

I slipped one index finger inside her as she closed her eyes and softly moaned. I inserted another, probing her deeply. With the other hand I found the fold of skin at the top of her crack hiding her clit. My thumb circled the little button while I finger fucked her pussy.

“Kiss me,” Carrie whispered. “Kiss my pussy, please.”

Not wanting to disappoint, I lowered my head and took in the full sense of her wetness. Her pussy smelled hot and sweet. I licked the outer lips of her cunt while twiddling the flap of skin covering her clit. My tongue and lips explored her pussy from top to bottom, side to side, in and out. Carrie was alternately sighing and moaning as I worked my mouth over, around and through her wet nest. The juices flowed from inside her, soaking my chin as I worked.

I reached up with both hands, pushing her nightgown up over her tits. Her breasts, exposed to me for the first time, were round and firm. From where I laid, I could see her extended nipples reaching skyward from the dark circles of her aerioles. She took my hands in hers helping me squeeze her tits while I drank of her pussy juices. Underneath me, I could feel my dick rising once again to its fullness. I rubbed my cock against the cushions of the couch, helping me gently rock back and forth as I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy. I felt her hands slowly but continually tighten on mine as she moved toward her first orgasm. With my hands tightly wrapped around her tits, and my mouth sucking on her elongated clit, she came suddenly and loudly.

“Oh, God!” she yelled out. “Oh God, yes…yes…yes…” she cried as she bucked her crotch into my eager mouth. I tried my best to maintain mouth contact with her pussy. I pulled one hand away from her breast and thrust two fingers into her spasming hole as she arched her back upwards. She collapsed back on the couch with my fingers still buried inside her quivering dampness.

I crawled up and lay next to her, my wet fingers tracing the circles of her nipples while her breathing began to slow.

“I should have had you over before now,” I said.

“I should have come over before now,” she said. She turned her head and kissed me. “We’re not done here, you know.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” I replied.

Carrie sat up on the couch and looked at my resurrected cock. “Do you think he’s ready for more?” she asked me.

“Only one way to find out.”

She pulled the nightgown over her head and lay back down next to me giving me my first look at her full nakedness. Her hair was tousled and her face flushed from our oral prelude. A damp patch of sweat glimmered between her breasts. Her tits were nearly perfectly round and sagged just enough so I could cup my hands underneath the mounds. Her nipples still poked out from within the dark round circles. Her flat belly, soft and firm, while not muscular, rose and fell with her breaths above thick mounds of pussy fuzz. Her thighs were closed together hiding all but the uppermost dark hairs of her crotch from my view. I leaned over and kissed her cheeks, her chin, her eyes and her ears as my hand worked its way up and down her entire body. She closed her eyes, relaxing herself under my touch. My dick hardened and rested impatiently against her thigh.

We kissed again, our tongues alternating places in the deeper regions of each other’s mouths. She turned towards me, pulling her body in to mine. My cock pressed into her belly, straining to find a way inside her. Carrie reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She spread her legs apart and teased her slit with the head of my cock. I could feel her wet slipperiness moisten the throbbing head. She paused for a moment with the top of my dick pressed tightly against her clit.

She turned over on her stomach and raised her ass in the air. I took the cue and moved behind her. Her pussy opened before me as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. My cock easily found the opening through the moistened fur. I slid inside her effortlessly, burying all my seven inches in her warm cunt. Our pubic hairs mingled, but only for a few seconds as I began stroking myself inside her. Each time I reached the furthest depths of her pussy, her muscles tensed around my cock tightening even more as I backed out. At first slowly, then with increasing force and speed we fucked noiselessly, except for the sound of her juices lubricating my dick and our rapidly increasing breathing. She reached behind me grabbing my ass and forcing my thrusts even deeper inside her. With one hand on her fleshy butt cheeks, I moved the other hand under her, fondling her swaying breasts.

Carrie was closing in on her orgasm faster than I was. I increased my speed and pressure. She positioned her hands on the armrest of the couch to brace herself. I moved my hands around her ass and between her legs to the pussy lips my cock was now splitting apart. Fingers from both hands found her stretching clit and I kneaded it until she came with a shudder, gripping my cock like a vice, preventing me from moving as she convulsed under me. As the waves of orgasm passed over and through her, she released my cock allowing me to continue thrusting. Carrie reached underneath her pussy and grabbed my balls. I pressed my cock one last time into her deepest depths, my balls flush against her thighs, and shot enormous waves of cum inside her warm and worn pussy.

Neither of us were able to move for 2 or 3 minutes. We stayed in that position, her ass raised to meet my softening dick inside her now cum-drenched pussy until she could no longer hold us both up. I looked into her brown eyes as we collapsed side-by-side on the couch. Her head rested on my arm. My arm stretched across her ass. We kissed softly, the taste of pussy juice, cum and sweat mixing together on our tongues.

With a soft, tired smile, Carrie asked, “We still have another movie to watch, don’t we?”